#i really like mariana she’s so precious

[kittycrumb]

Whats ur favorite twdg character and why?

HALLO! thankyou for the ask.. a have a couple, clementine for obvious reasons, she’s the goat. her character is so strong and soo well written. seeing her grow up and develop makes any sane person enjoy her, she’s awesome. i don’t think i need to explain much further, i could go on and on but no one will disagree with me so no one needs to hear it. heh.

other than clem i really (really) like violet, i love her… so. much.. her being “mean” and cold is one of the reasons why i like her as much as i do, she has so much to her if you break down her character. people dull her down to this mean harsh person that was an after thought of a love interest and has no place acting the way she does, she acts the way she does because she’s realistic, her lines and emotions are so well thought out. she’s so sweet and cheesy i fear im going to implode, the way she acts around clementine is soo 😆😆 i love clemvi so much, i think it’s sooo perfect and cute and oh wow. the dialogue options you get in like every violentine scene are so cute.. it makes me SICK. i think i’m pretty normal about them.. people who dont like vi see her and never try to understand her. when they see she gets angry and frustrated at clementine when you choose to save louis instead they say how awful she is and that why couldn’t she just be an exact copy paste of louis and that louis is better and vi is bad and this and that. if i let someone steal you, lock you up and then expect you to kiss my ass when i come save you how ever many hours later, do you think you would be able to think rationally (in that time where you are filled with so much adrenaline and fear of your safety) or do you think you would act realistically, lose control of your emotions and lash out without thinking. whatever if you’re such a hero sure you can say that you’d think rationally BUT DO NOT CALL VIOLET A VILLAIN BECAUSE SHE GETS MAD you just cannot bare to see a girl let her emotions do the talking in an apocalypse can you. people are such haters. Anyway i love clementine and violet 😆 thanks for reading.. heheh..

[insanitybl00m]

Heaven’s Not Close in a Place Like This

Chapter Three - Bolas try to help--

Phil could hear the yells of Bolas from the hallway.  shared the same class for their last class of the day and Phil was always subjected to trying to wrangle the other members of their group into a semblance of calm.

“I have to take care of an egg with Mariana for fucks sake!”

“Imagine!” 

Phil walked into Baghera and Slime about to break into a fistfight. Jaiden was taking bets with Cellbit and Foolish.

“Oi! You two! No fighting on school grounds. You have any grievances you take them out later!”

Baghera shrugged back on her jacket. “He started it.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Phil said with a laugh as he sat down next to Charlie. “Who did you guys end up with?”

Foolish beamed. “Vegetta! We called our egg Leonarda777! Her name is Leo for short.”

“Of course he somehow managed to be partnered with his boyfriend.” Slime muttered.

“Huh? What’s that? Someone wishing their ex would want to get back together with them? Who knows maybe you two will finally make up!” Foolish teased, his grin was shark-like.

“He’s a bitch! I don’t want to get back with him.” 

Phil moved on. “And you Baghera?”

“I got partnered with Etoiles,”

“Etoiles is probably the best person to be partnered with, he will spend hours on something to get a slight advantage over others.”

Her eyes shone. “I know right? Our egg Pomme is the most precious girl!” 

And they went around the group, rambling about their partner and their eggs. Some point after Slime broke into a rant about Mariana for the fourth time Phil turned on his phone and went straight to his contacts.

Philza: Hey this is Phil. I just checked my work schedule. I should be free after school tonight and Friday. 

Missa: Awesome! We’d also have to do one set of tasks over the weekend then. Sunday works best for me ^w^

Philza: I can’t do Sunday it’s the only day that’s completely a non-negotiable

Missa: oh! I’m sorry! I’ll figure out how to get some extra time for Saturday. Soulfire typically does these big group hangouts at the mall but if I’m going to be honest they kinda overwhelm me

Philza: believe me if I could get out of it I would. I do not want you to have to rearrange your schedule

Missa: you offered to do it with your work, I’m just getting out of an extra hour of hanging out at the mall hahaha

Philza: thank you

Missa: Ofc! It’s not an issue!

Jaiden waved her hand in front of Phil’s face, officially pulling his focus off of his phone. “We’ve been saying your name for the past three minutes.” 

“Sorry I was messaging my egg partner–”

A chorus of ‘ooos’ filled the room. “Philza has a crush~” Baghera cheered. “Oh I love love!”

“We were figuring out when to meet up to take care of our eggs.”

“So a date?” Foolish asked. Him and Baghera high-fived when Phil sighed.

“Not a date, it's literally just for a project.”

“Sounds like a date to me,” Jaiden said, shrugging off Phil’s noises of shock.

Phil said. “He’s a member of Soulfire!”

Jaiden, Baghera, Slime and Foolish looked around. “He’s not Bad right?”

“...well no–”

“Then there’s no issue!” Baghera said excitedly. “Bad is who we hate, not the rest of soulfire right?”

“But they’re all friends with that muffin fucker!” Foolish yelled.

“Not all of them! Tina’s really ni–”

“No she’s not! She’s a vicious demon!” He yelled again, letting laughter emerge amongst the rest of the bolas group.

“Tina’s sweet, and besides even if you have some dislike for her because of some shit that happened in the past Niki is really nice, she tries to make up for the stuff Bad does.” Phil said.

“See, you're even defending some of Soulfire!” Baghera said. 

Phil was quiet when she pointed that out. “You’re all adhd but for some reason he managed to capture your attention— seems like there’s something there to me~”

“I’m leaving for university in three months. I’m getting out of my parents house and—“

“We’re all going to crash at your place for sleepovers!” Foolish interrupted.

“I will be in a dorm room, those things are tiny.”

“Foolish he’s changing the subject! Dumbass!” Jaiden yelled.

“Oh right-“

“Alright.” Cellbit stood up. “Fuck off, give him space.” He kicked Slime out of his seat next to Phil and shooed the others away. 

Slime started a fight with Jaiden which promptly distracted them.

“I get your hesitation about opening up to a member of soulfire. Trust is hard for the two of us.” Phil let him keep talking. “I have no doubts that you can figure out a solution to this.”

“A solution to having a member of soulfire as my team?”

“Yes, Niki and Tina might be nice but not all of soulfire is like them.”

“Not all of them are as terrible as Bad.”

Cellbit sighed. “Would you rather me teasing you about a crush? I’m trying to help here—“

“I officially met him last period—“

“Officially? You’ve noticed him before?” 

“He’s a part of soulfire of course I noticed him. Missa’s the one always right next to Bad.”

Cellbit gave a small chuckle. “Well good news for you, he always seems terrified of Bad. Bad news though he’s close to Bad.”

“He’s not close to Bad. He defended me, you know? He stopped me from punching Bad in the mouth.”

“Don’t let a pretty boy distract you from your goal.”

“He’s not going to distract me. It's a school project, Cellbit.”

“I know, I just worry for you. You don’t talk about it when things bother you and it’s not healthy. Last time you punched Etoiles so hard he had a black eye.”

“Etoiles can take it.” Phil said, looking at the floor. He still felt bad about it despite Etoiles saying he deserved it.

“We aren’t punching bags Phil. We’re human too. We all need to be vulnerable at times. I’m here for you.”

“I know mate.”

“Keep your guard up but don’t be afraid to be yourself.”

“Ok, yeah. Advice time over, fuck off now.”

Cellbit laughed and quickly managed to distract Jaiden.

Missa: Where do you want to meet up tonight?

Phil: yk the park between school and the mall?

Missa: the one with the big skatepark? My friend skates there

Phil: yeah that one. You wanna meet up there?

Missa: that’s great I live about a five minute walk from there

Phil: oh cool!

Missa: you want to walk there together? We could drop our bags off at my house before heading to the park.

Phil: I’m giving my friends a ride back to their place first sorry

Missa: its not an issue haha

Phil: so meet you there at like 5?

Missa: yep!

Phil: see you then

Phil thought about what Baghera and Cellbit said. They were joking about him having a crush on Missa, right? Cellbit did call him a pretty boy and that’s true. Missa was pretty but he could say that without having a crush. 

The project was the first time he had a full conversation with him. And Phil was only interested because he needed to get things done. Missa was cool, from what Phil knew of him but he was still a part of soulfire. Cell was right about one thing though, Missa is friends with stupid ass Badboyhalo.

And Bad was not someone you just became friends with. Maybe when they were younger but now? Now Bad became friends with people because of how they could help him. If Missa was Bad’s friend that meant that Missa wasn’t as sweet as he looked.

[autistic-writer-angel]

Asks for Angel 😇

Ribbon 🎀 - Any accessories?

Precious 💎 What’s their most prized possession?

Hobbies ✍️ what do they do in their free time?

What is the weirdest place she has woken up while sleepwalking?

How often does she cry? Have any of the Octonauts seen her cry/has she seen any of them cry?

Thanks for the ask!

🎀 Not really. Angel doesn't really wear jewellery or anything like that because of her sensory issues. Most of the time, she doesn't even wear shoes. (She'll eventually start wearing the same boots the Octonauts wear, when she has to. Otherwise, she'll go around barefoot.) In Above and Beyond, she gets an Octo-watch, but can only wear it for a few hours at a time. If she's too uncomfortable and has to take it off, she'll either hold it or put it around the strap on her backpack or overalls.

I'm not entirely sure if this will happen, but I had a scenario in mind if Angel does go back to other humans for a while (if it does happen, it would be between the original series and Above and Beyond): Angel receives a special medal of courage, but she's ashamed, feeling like she doesn't deserve it. However, Captain Barnacles has said she's out of uniform if she doesn't wear it.

The only other thing I can think of is that she sometimes carries a purple backpack.

💎 Angel's blanket that she can't sleep without and her stim toys (a naked headless, limbless Barbie doll and a balloon stick) are very special to her. Not only does she use them virtually every day, but they're some of the few items she managed to save from the fire.

The rocks she has to remind her of how brave she is means a lot to her as well. One Peso’s cousin, Penny, gave her. She got given that because she rescued Penny from drowning. The other rock is one she found in the Caves of Sac Actun.

✍ Angel loves reading, writing and playing with her stim toys. She has a lot of energy too, so for her birthday, Tweak made her a trampoline, which they keep in the games pod. (Angel’s not the only one who uses it, though. Kwazii and the Vegimals have also been known to use it!) Sometimes, she'll play with Peso’s xylophone too (he lets her); she doesn't know HOW to play; she just messes around.

There are lots of weird places Angel has woken up. The weirdest- just because it's like, how did she get in there?- would have to be the secret room Kwazii has in his room. Somehow, she managed to open it up, get inside and lock herself in. Nobody knows how, least of all, Angel herself. It took the Octonauts the whole day to find her! Tweak installed an Octo-tablet in there after that, so someone could get help if it happened again.

Angel gets upset VERY easily, but she rarely cries. She absolutely bawls her eyes out most of her first day on the Octopod (after all, her entire family had just been killed; her house had just burned down and she'd found out animals could talk, including Captain Barnacles, who absolutely terrified her). The next time she cries is in the Ring of Fire, three and a half years later.

Mostly, she cries if she feels especially worthless or like someone's mad at her- and if it's that time of the month when she feels that way (I have a scenario in my head where she completely breaks down in front of Captain Barnacles) or when she's scared.

That first day, Shellington, Peso and Captain Barnacles all saw her cry. Dashi, Tweak and Professor Inkling all heard her, but they didn't see her. Only Kwazii and the Vegimals didn’t (Kwazii was out most of the day, getting her backpack back and the Vegimals were in the kitchen). The Ring of Fire is the first time Kwazii and Tunip saw her cry. So far, I think the only Octo-Agent to see her cry is Ranger Marsh, after she gets scared during a fire in the Everglades. She has a panic attack.

Angel has seen Shellington cry (he was upset he hurt her after crashing the GUP-E); Tunip (at the end of 'The Mariana Trench Adventure') and Dashi and Peso on several occasions.

[qsmpconfessions]

I really love the human egg designs that people have made, they are all so cute :D

Like juanaflippa wearing gloves and a cape to match mariana. Or wearing a a shirt with hearts on it to match slimecicle. She always looks so cute in every fanart I see of her

Tilin wearing a blue jacket like quackity, and their bow is big. Also also, I love when people draw them wearing shorts, they look so so precious.

Bobby with a head band thing, or with paint or mud on his overalls.

Richarlyson with hair covering his eyes, the little green horns that are sticking out of his hair.

The way people make dapper look like badboyhalo with the grey skin, sometimes they even give him a cute little cloak.

The color scheme people use for Leonarda. Purple is now my favorite color because of all of the pretty fanart of Leo.

The way people incorporate ramons mustache into their designs of him is so creative, I have seen him use a mask with a mustache drawn on, I have seen him use a stick with a fake mustache on it, I have seen people put a mustache design on his outfit, I have seen people use his hair to make parts of it look like a mustache. So so creative. Everytime I see a Ramon design i am always surprised by how they put his mustache into his design while still making him look like a kid.

The skull mask on chayanne to match Missa. The big yellow sweater on Tallulah to match wilbur.

I love them all, every design I have seen of the eggs are always so creative and cute. The fan artists in this community are all so amazing.

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[ripslingerfan13]

Acceptance ( for @cartoonicle )

Blaine gives Mariana a special gift in hopes of finally gaining her acceptance!

……………………………………………………….

I hope this works…

Blaine stood nervous outside his niece’s door, he’s been trying his best to be a good uncle to her… but it’s not been easy. Especially considering Mariana straight up despises him. However he had just recently discovered a way that will hopefully at the very least put him on the path of her at least not wanting him dead. He quietly knelt down and slipped the note under her door before giving it a quick knock and running off hiding behind a corner.A moment later Mariana swung her door open with a clearly very annoyed look on her face holding the note in her hand as she scanned the area for her least favorite uncle, Blaine quickly ducked back as not to be spotted. Already knowing her uncle was hiding behind the corner rolled her eyes at his poor attempt at hiding from her, glancing at the note in her hand very tempted to rip it up right there and go back in her room pretending it was never even there. But curiosity got the better of her and decided to read it.

Mariana, I know and I understand you hate me and want nothing to do with me at all, and believe me I fully deserve it! But even still I would very much love to know more about my little brother’s precious daughter, so if it’s ok with you maybe we could at least talk. Even for a little bit I would very much enjoy that… I also kinda got you a bit of a late birthday present. You don’t have to accept but I think you would really like it, I left it in the fifth room down in the lowest level of the palace. Trust me I’m certain you’ll have a lot of fun with it!

O-k… Really weird way to phrase it? Mariana thought as she finished the note… she wanted to ignore any and all attempts her uncle made at getting close… but she was just way too curious about what Blaine had gotten her and needed to know. So she closed her door and made her way down to the lowest levels…

… 1 2 3 4 aand 5! Standing in front of the fifth door Mariana hesitated for a bit before opening the door… “What the Hell?!” Ok I’ll admit ‘this’ is not what I was expecting?! What Mariana was staring at was three grown men tied up in the dark and a bat with a red ribbon wrapped around the handle sitting in front of them. She picked it up holding it in her hand as she read the second note attached to it.

So I’m just going to get straight to the point so you can enjoy yourself, these three are your dad’s old academy bullies! They locked him inside his trunk as they destroyed all of his books and bottled ships! Two of them were also at the gala and planned on doing a lot more to him and maybe even Gwen if they wanted. I’m honestly surprised they’re even still alive after Lance and I dealt with them, even more so that they didn’t even warn their third buddy about what happened because I caught that guy sneaking around the palace mostly where Frederick prefers to train and ‘convinced’ him to tell me where the other two were hiding. So here they are!

Have Fun!

Love Uncle Blaine!

A very sinister smile spread across her face, a maniacal laugh escaping her lips as she gave her three prisoners the darkest of smiles…

Maybe Uncle Blaine isn’t so bad after all.

…Hours later…

Mariana trotted happily into the kitchen to see her Uncle Blaine assisting her mother with dinner. Without a word she grabbed a nearby step stool and cheerfully hopped up giving her new favorite uncle a grateful kiss on the cheek. He chuckled lightly at this and picked her up, holding his niece in his arms for the first time. “I take it I'm accepted now?” “Yes you are accepted! Thank you for the great gift Uncle Blaine!” She hugged him tightly and affectionately.

“Honestly I'm a little too scared to ask what you got her that resulted in such a complete 180.” Gwen frowned a little as she carried a bowl of salad out to the table…

Frederick however had a sneaking suspicion he knew exactly what his eldest brother had gotten his daughter to gain her acceptance… as all three exchanged the darkest and most sinister of grins.

Needless to say those three spent the rest of their lives being tortured by not just Mariana but her Uncle Blaine as well…

The End.

[blazingphantom]

W&W headcanons as the old plot

It has infected my brain, feel free to add to it! So, we've all seen the post based on the old plot? Well im trying to expand -that- universe- dfjskdks I like to feel- it caters into the more creepier imagery- like Coraline, so we get equal funny, yet terrifying scenes- as we know Henry Selick can pull of both

Kat in this universe still has her parents

She's child-hood friends with Raul this time

Wilma and Delroy, and Mariana send their daughter and son to this catholic school, little do they know- chaos unravels

This time the school is a boys & girls school (and Raul still faces some bullies)

Siobhan and the S's are still here, but they don't really talk with Kat

Kat still has her afro-punk style much to the nuns dismay

Manberg and Helley are a demon hunting duo, but both have different views

Though unlike the movie we have today, Manberg is a lot nicer to Helley

It's set in the early 2000's

Rustbank is thriving, getting newer tourists each summer and so on. As the outlook is a popular spot

Though on most days, Rustbank is lacking a certain 'joy' to it- but luckily the inhabitants that live there are welcoming enough

Kat and Raul are seen as the 'rebellious' teens within the school, so unfortunately they always get into trouble, even if they're not really doing anything naughty

Manberg's basement is (still) full of captured demons, but has to hide them due to students coming down to collect school stuff that the nuns hoard down there

Of course, one day Kat and Raul discover this- and they're completely blown away

Because 1- they see a strange skull carved onto Helley's hand

And 2- Manberg has a wipe in his hand, covered in concealer, both adults looks utterly mortified

They've been caught

It's up to Helley to talk them, to try and persuade them not to tell a single soul about this

Once they're out of the basement, they turn to each other

"We're so gonna tell the others, right?" "Yep."

Kat and Raul oblige. For now

And you bet- they chat about it on the playground, in private

They couldn't believe it, demons were real- Hellmaidens are a thing? Creepy, yet cool --------

The underworld isn't that exciting, no Scream Faire here (shocker I know)

Buffalo Belzer isn't 300ft tall this time, no chilling in boiling oil, he's around 11ft (Though here's the kicker- he can turn 300ft tall- when angered. )

The reason? He's following tradition and the rules- no demon lord is as important as.. *sigh* Satan

Without Scream Faire, he specializes in signing contracts for deceased souls

Basically to decide what fate and torture awaits them beyond

Belzer luckily gets to torture the 'badder' souls, and with that- he still has his sadistic side

That being said, he still eats them like they're gourmet food, depending on how bad the sin is

No way he's sending them down to the Ol' Scratch just yet

His vainness is still present, and he's still a bad father- he's neglectful and doesn't listen

Somehow, he was better when they were toddlers and kiddos

Part of him still wants to be better, he knows he's neglectful- but his pride blinds him

What does he wear? Well, not much still, apart from some special tailored work trousers, (we still get that iconic view of the belly he has)

He's surrounded by his trusty henchman imps, and he treats them surprisingly well (unlike his sons)

Wendell and Wild have no jobs this time around, they wander their realm bored out their mind

Wendell is still seen as the responsible once, and he and Belzer have daily chats

The lanky fella is still.. not comfortable with being alone

Last time he voice his opinion out of turn- he got yelled at and Belzer is terrifying when angry

The older demon has ideas for Wendell- he thinks he knows what Wendell wants in life

He doesn't.

Wild is still the dopey, precious ball we all know and his optimism always rubs off of the older demon bro

Despite Wendell still being his neurotic self, he loves his brother

They have regular excited chats about the Human World, and how much they want to go see it.

(Hellmaidens are still a thing, don't you worry)

Wendell is the more hopeful one this time around, and always reassures Wild

"Pops, doesn't look happy, does he?"

"No.. he doesn't."

They know their dad is not happy what so ever.

Another reason why Wendell doesn't want to take on the family business

He doesn't want to be bored as hell, and he doesn't even like torturing souls

They just want their old pops back, happier and less irritable dad

It seems hopeless..

That's when they got the brilliant idea- they ever had in their miserable lives!

To design an other-worldly theme park named- Dream Faire

Few months later, they've done it all. Designing it, making it look top shape for presentation later on

The only bad thing; they still had to come clean to their dad.

11ft, big blue demon Lord dad, that produces electricity when pissed off-... yikes

Maybe it could wait for another day, maybe?

[m1luxlov3st4rs]

what if mariana had to take care of the quackity twins ? like . oh you have a crush on charlie ? drives q’s reputation into the ground to suicide and gets elq expelled ^w^ he’s silly ~ must make sure neither of them get too close to his precious slime ! <3

imagine they’re fucking pining for all four years of college …. also i was thinking mariana always wanted charlie but between sophmore (second) and junior (third) year charlie took a trip to brazil to see his brother and got Bimbo-ified which both made him more beautiful to mariana and got her more rivals to deal with :3

I WAS THINKING ABTT THATTT

But I thought abt it differently, Q is Charlie's best friend, and ElQ is one of Mariana's "friends" (they're not so friends, they just know each other)

Q's kinda annoying, that's why Mariana doesn't like him, but he doesn't do anything abt that because she knows how important he is to Charlie

And Charle has nothing against ElQ, but he had to kill him because he saw him during "the act" (killing someone) he felt really bad killing his best friend's brother, but there didn't have to be any witnesses 🤫

AND FUCK YEAH THEY WILL BE PINING ALL FUCKING FOUR YEARS OF COLLEGE

We love Charlie bimboification, of course I have to include that, how silly of me for not thinking that earlier :p and if Charlie was beautiful to Mariana when he wasn't a bimbo, imagine when he got bimboified, Mariana will be looking at Charlie with HUGE red heart eyes 🤭

And if somebody dared to look at Charlie the same way Mariana did or vice versa.... It would be a shame if they went missing!!! ♡♡♡

[kmi85]

Season 3  should have been at least 15-20 episodes. It was too rushed - Spoilers

Ugh... mixed feelings about the season... Loved it, sort of.

Ana must be protected at all costs. She is just the best at being a hot mess. Jealous and territorial Ana is my fave. We all know her feelings for Mariana have been very strong since season 2 (season 1 somewhat, but Jealous and TerritorialAna emerged in season 2) and finally this season she gets to realize just why she feels the way she does. Oh, the best.

BUT...They crammed too much in into 10 measly episodes. There was so much going on it feel disconnected and disjointed.

We missed out on Mariana’s feelings completely. She was hot and cold all of the season, and by the end, I can’t truly trust her feelings for Ana. We know she pined confusedly after Ana in the season 2, and then the male love interest was brought in.

By the end of Season 2, with that bloody kiss, I was so sure Mariana had gone “Ferran who?” because it was a fucking amazing kiss. But then, nobody talks about it. And then they don’t talk about the night they spend together. I had thought this season would have been Mariana freaking out because her feelings came back with a vengeance and she would be conflicted over her feelings for Ferran as well.

The issue with this show, I’ve found, is that you don’t know exactly how much time has passed, and so it seems (and I believe that’s how it is) that everyone falls in love in one day, and wants to move in together the next, and then the next day they fall out and fall in love with somebody else. So that’s why I can’t trust Mariana’s feelings for Ana if she was so readily willing to stay with Ferran and then move in with him despite the fact that they truly haven’t been together for that long.

We barely got any Ana/Mariana screen time. 

There’s so much they needed to talk about, and things they could have talked about like Ana’s hippie dad which I’m sure Mariana would have loved and teased her relentlessly about it.

Ferran got too much screen time for it to go nowhere really.

Marian was... too dismissive of Ana’s feelings overall, even pre-confession. They had promised no more lies and yet she puts everything in jeopardy to be with Ferran.

I am fine with all other stories going on because there was a lot going on for everyone BUT they should have had a longer season if they wanted to explore all of that. Which would have given us precious Ana/Mariana time and the both of them freaking out over their very not-fake feelings.

I don’t know if they thought giving us a pining Mariana in Season 2, would be enough for the Season 3 finale after giving us a pining Ana for all of the season, and they saw no need to show us Mariana’s whole journey with facing Ana’s feelings for her and her own feelings. The end just felt incredibly rushed.

Also, the season leaves me with so very few scenarios for any fanfiction. Honestly, at this point if I were to write something, I would dismiss most of the season because it was very disjointed.

Also, how awesome is Ceci with her Mom?

[spacialshrimp]

[♡] My little child who isn't so small [♡]

Part 5

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Months passed as fast as the bat of an eye, the little one grew up surrounded by love and care, he grew up into a chubby and small cutie pie, 6 months and a half old baby.

Daniel was making something for the little one to eat, it was basically a vegetable, fruit and protein concentrate, with help of Dr.Mariana of course because she is a certificated pediatric and adult nutritionist.

Both of them were making sure that the consistese of the concentrate porridge was thicc but not too much when Dr.Cameron, walked toward them and said "guys, follow me, its important, also bring that thing" he said, with a serius face, wich made Mariana and Daniel really worried.

They said "Dr,¿what happend?"

"It's 6052, you need to see it by you're selfs, don't run" he said, Cameron leaded the way to 6052's room Daniel and Mariana could only overthink what have happend, they were really worried.

They walked into the room in silent and they saw ...

Doctor Emily, feeding the baby a bit of sliceed banana while telling him.

" Who is the most precious,cute, handsome boy in the whole universe? Who is it? Yes it's you, only you, my precious little baby, ¿aren't i the coolest aunt?, you like bananas arent you? Yes you do!"

That comming from on of the coldest persons you could meet , was actually adorable

When Dr Emily noticed her colleages giggling in awe her faced turned red as a tomato and, just put the boy in the feeding chair.

Daniel put the food in the feeding chair and let little 6052 eat, the little one seem to enjoy his food.

The room of 6052 was colourful, this was because since he had more "yautja like" eyes, they wanted to help him to recognize colors and shapes easily.

But if he had more "human like" eyes, his room would be black and white, this is because this colors help young retins to develop better and not get trigger because of the excesive visual stimulation that the bright colors give.

While the little one eated, his unique family was thinking.

Daniel, just as his colleages wanted to give him a secure attachment, this means that they want him to know that if he ever leaves, he can always come back, and that he will be welcome to stay the time he needs to,daniel wants him to be happy.

Dr.Cameron, he wants 6052 to be strong, strong to enfrent difficulties in life and strong to help others, but he is scared that the world isn't ready for someone so kind.

Dr.Mariana, knows that when 6052 grows up, is going to be very energetic and joyfull, but she is scared thar the world dosen't accept him, she knows how it feels to be an energic kid surrounded by people that don't understand it, but she trusts that he is going to be okay.

Dr.Emily is sure that when the little boy grows up , probably is going to fall in love, but she dosen't want that someone play whit his feelings, because if that happends, they are dead, because it wouldn't be fair for someone innocent to be heart broken, but at the same time she knows that, while he is with them by his side, he us going to be okay.

At the end, they are just a different kind of family.

[nattosushi]

Popsugar reading challenge: A book that came out in a year that ends with 24

The Fury- by Alex Michaelides

This book was published this year, so 2024.

I have three reactions to a sudden twist ending that I kind of predicted (which is very rare, and it kind of say something about it because I am not the type of person that can do it, even if I try)

The first is where you hope it will be not be true, because if it is, then the ending is just predictable, failing to achieve the original purpose. Best example: The Mill House murder. The book is not bad, but it is just that the big twist was not one for me.

The second- the one that you managed to work out through your own intelligence and the clues given (which probably has never happen to me).

Then there is a third kind, which is this one. Despite kind of predicting it and certainly not being surprised, you can still enjoy it because it is written in a really good way. Although I have to admit, it is not really as if I worked it out, I just kind of predicted that a certain character is super dodgy.

Spoilers ahead: since this is a book with a twist ending, although I really don’t think there will be anyone affected by my blog/review/thoughts.

The author Alex Michaelides grew up in Cyprus, so he seems to have been strongly affected by Greek mythology, which I love (follow Classics major here!) He wrote both ‘The Silent Patient’ and ‘The Maidens’. While I do like ‘the Maiden’, I don’t really remember what happened in it that well, as opposed to the ‘Silent Patient’, which I really love due to the fact that what seemed to be two linear narration was actually a parallel.

So the story is told from the first person narration of Elliot, who is actually writing out what happened as a play, even the bits he was not in. I admit, the story was a bit hard for me to get into in the very beginning because I really did not like Elliot. However, it was a fast read and it soon got interesting due to us seeing more of the third person point of view (which is still written by Elliot, despite him not being there).

I took a very early dislike to Elliot because he is the type of person who would do something really nasty and then use the excuse of this being a joke, and the worst part is that he actually does think it is funny and would be upset that the other person does not think so. I am probably letting some personal resentment coming through because I had a friend who actually was like that. She continued making jokes even though it was getting way too much.

I didn’t guess that Elliot was the one that planted the earring since it did seem that Kate and Jason were having an affair, but it was clear that he was delighting in creating havoc in Lana’s marriage by deliberately making Jason angry. And as his plan started to derail, his true colour started to show and he truly is someone with narcissist tendency, because he was not able to accept any actual contradiction of what he thinks should be.

The real story in the final act shows that real life is not the same, because Lana and Kate are actually mature enough to get their issues sorted.

The ending where Lana died, it was a shock but not a surprise, because Elliot is clearly unhinged.

An interesting side note the author has been doing is to connect the precious characters in a very minor way (just in one or two sentences). Elliot’s formal therapist is Mariana (the main character from ‘the Maidens’), who went to the same prison to see Theo (the main character from ‘the Silent Patient’). In ‘the Maiden’, there was a scene where Mariana briefly talked to Theo about something she heard.

Overall, I really enjoy the book and the author did not disappoint. Although the question is how he would carry on with this trend when you read his book and automatically look for the twist?

[cartoonicle]

More Random CPC future art

‘Mariana’s Braided Island Attire’

The little cape was made from the fabric given to Gwendolyn by her grandparents. Mariana has done everything to copy the clothing style from the braided Island in order to get closer to her extraordinary family heritage. During family meetups and dinners with her favorite great grandparents she dresses up in the fashion and hopes no one will embarrass her in front of them. She speaks their language perfectly and wants her great grandparents to know that she has more than just respect and love for the Braided Island and she’s not some sparkly idiot human I mean she knows that they thought less of her grandpa when they first met.

‘How Fucking Dare You!’

Not gonna lie Mariana did have something to do about this, you can just see it on her face. Mariana may hate being confused for being her Aunt’s daughter but she has a loving, stable and sociable relationship with her Aunt Maria so much so that she sent a bird with a letter to Maria telling her that Uncle Blaine is back and she maybe exaggerating the truth a bit saying that she’s scared of what he might do and that causes Maria to worry for her precious niece.

She mostly did it so that Maria could get the closure she longed for. Blaine of course lets Maria scream at her while Mariana just laughs her ass off enjoying her sadistic scheme.

‘Such a Beautiful Dark Heart you Have’

“Heavens above, look at the scowling angry look of your’s that surround those green acidic eyes that pierce into the soul of an honest yet cold heart! It’s amazing.”

Lord David, the only person who isn’t awestruck by Mariana’s glows and sparkles but her strict nature and dark energy. He has fallen in love with her so much so that he has followed her around since they were kids. Mariana didn’t think much of David until he made a sculpture of her and Brandon capturing their inner self and what they looked on the inside.

‘The Sculpture that won her Heart’

Every time someone made art of Mariana and Brandon they always made her sparkling glowing and pretty while they made Brandon shy and small, this infuriated Mariana. She hated this is how people saw her and her brother!

Until one day the boy she met at the party, Lord David offered to take up the job and make her something wonderful. “These fools have it all wrong! People don’t want art of them on the outside they want their real selves!”

By the time he was finished the first person he presented the sculpture to was Princess Mariana and when she first saw the sculpture she did something she hasn’t since she was a kid, she actually jumped up and danced around holding the tiny sculpture in her hands. The dark eyes on the Mariana sculpture reflected her heart and the sculpture of Brandon was a strong malevolent king, plus they were both wearing traditional braided Island garb which made her happy.

David is especially proud of the eyes since they are angry, acidic green and spine chilling, he loves it!

‘You’re really serious about this?”

Mariana eventually found out that Lord David did love her for her. He went to all her punk rock concerts, stared lovingly at her when she would get mad and her glow would become a dark aura and when she became a full on witch he nicknamed her ‘His Bewitching Beauty’. Mariana may still be annoyed with him but she is touched that someone actually likes her not for her glow but for her true self

‘It was love at first sight’

Princess Malissa of the Spade Kingdom, the kingdom of darkness inhabited by goths with only one peppy inhabitant the Princess (fun fact she’s friends with the goth princess of one of the neighboring kingdoms peppy and bright loving Heart Kingdom) has fallen in love with Prince Brandon since one summer at a camp when they were kids.

Brandon is kind of oblivious to Malissa’s feelings for him but doesn’t mind her company. Mariana of course likes the Spade Princess for being so kind and in love with her brother someone who understands but she’s not gonna force the relationship she’s gonna let it play out. Poor Brandon doesn’t even know what romantic love feels like or if he feels the same way about Malissa he’s just a guy who likes to hang out and have fun.

‘Prince Brandon’s Fan Club’

Yes, Brandon has his own fan club, a club filled with girls head over heels for him not for his body, not for his looks, but for his personality and leadership qualities. His fans follow him around to his ribbon cuttings, his speeches, his reading to the children and his charity events; he doesn’t need to show off his body or model for painters to gain the love he uses his wisdom, his cute face and kind smile.

Also Mariana may have had something to do with the start of the fan club by spreading charming rumors about her brother to boost his morale making him look good.

‘I am so happy to have you back!’

The birth of her ‘Nephew’ was one of the happiest days of Mariana’s life. Seeing her dead brother’s face again made her cry tears of joy, the little one has given her the will to live again even if he is a clone of her twin brother

She remembers something

“Brandon, have you ever thought about having Kids, one day?” Mariana asked.

“I never gave it much thought, I haven’t even thought about marriage.” Brandon said.

“But if I ever had a son I would want to name him Abadeer.”

Back in the moment she looks back at her brother’s little clone.

“Abadeer, your name is Abadeer,”

Helpful sketch Bases:

Most of these are sketch over from the Cursed Princess club series

[all-the-things-2020]

Continuing the Way - Chapter Five

Summary: Jado Isard returns, and Din is tempted ...

Rating: PG

Din would have noticed Jado Isard approaching if he hadn’t been carrying both boys and a bag stuffed full of an assortment of toys as they made their way back from the park. Since Mariana had been working so much lately, she hadn’t had time for her weekly excursion with the boys, so Din had taken it upon himself to keep up the tradition. 

Ad’ika alerted him to Isard’s presence. “Aru’e, buir,” he said quietly. Enemy, father. Din shifted slightly, ready to place both boys on the ground out of harm’s way if need be.

“What did I tell you, Isard?,” he said, filling his voice with steel.

“Now, just hear me out, Djarin,” the man said. His beard was more unkempt than it had been a few weeks ago, and his hair had started to grow out into an unruly mess.  “Let me give you the details and then if you turn me down, I’ll leave. Promise.”

“Swear on your mother’s bones,” Din said.

Isard rolled his eyes but nodded. “Okay, I swear on my mother’s bones. Just listen to me, please?”

It was not like Isard to beg and that was what decided Din. “You have five minutes,” he said. There was a bench on the walkway a few feet away underneath a shady tree that had a scraggly patch of grass around its base. Din put the boys down and gave them the bag of toys. “Play quietly here for a few minutes while I talk to this man,” he told them. Ad’ika nodded solemnly, while Cabur stared fiercely at Isard. 

“Bad man,” Cabur hissed. Din suppressed a smile. Mariana tried to curb the young boy’s more feral instincts but having been raised as a warrior himself, Din saw them as more desirable attributes than she did.

“Maybe,” Din told his son. “We’ll find out.” He sat on the bench, close to the boys, and signaled to Isard to join him. The other man perched warily on the other end of the bench, watching Din’s hands carefully. Smart man, Din thought. He had a small blaster concealed under his jacket and a throwing knife in his left boot. Although he never wore weapons around the house, because of the possibility of the boys getting hold of them, he could not leave home without something to back up his hand-to-hand fighting skills, especially when he had his sons in tow.

“Five minutes. Go,” Din said.

Isard cleared his throat. “Okay, so times have been a bit tough lately, with the New Republic gaining ground and removing pockets of Imperial sympathizers,” he began. “So I got a little overextended …”

Din interrupted him. “You’re in debt.”

Isard nodded. “Yeah, to Anic Nasirii Grixo.”

Din whistled. He couldn’t help it. Grixo was one of the most notoriously vengeful Hutts, worse even than the legendary Jabba of Tatooine. Grixo lent money easily but on highly dangerous terms for the borrower. If Isard had gone to Grixo for cash, he’d really been hard up. “And you want my help to get you out of it. No. No way in all the Sixteen Hells of Doona.” He stood up.

“Wait, wait, Mand— Djarin,” Isard pleaded. “You haven’t heard all of it.”

Din knew he should gather the boys and walk away but something in Isard’s eyes made him hesitate. The other man took advantage of that and plunged ahead. “I know the location of the wreckage of the Jotau. It’s on Dala.”

Din sat back down. The Jotau was legendary. A transport ship from the days of the Old Republic, laden down with a cargo of precious minerals and metals … including what was rumored to be some of the finest beskar ever forged on Mandalore.

“Ah, that caught your attention,” Isard said with a grin. “Yes, the Jotau. I spent years and far too much money to get those coordinates, Djarin. Now all I need is someone to help me get in there, get as much out as I can, and pay off Grixo. I’ll split whatever’s left over … and you can have all the beskar. Every last ounce of it.”

Din was tempted. Oh, how he was tempted. If Isard truly had the location of the lost Jotau there was enough beskar on board to outfit a thousand Mandalorian soldiers. He was dar’manda now, but he still owed a debt to the Armorer turned Mand’alor who had done so much for him. She had allowed him to keep a small amount of beskar: his helmet, the pauldron on which his clan signet was displayed … and the wedding rings he and Mariana wore. Beskar was so rare these days, and by all rights every bit of it belonged to the Mandalorians.

He thumbed his ring as he thought. The university provided free child care for employees. The three week break between terms was coming up soon; Mariana had work to do during that time, but not as much as she currently did, and she could do without him at home for a short time. If Isard had a decent ship, Dala was only two days away …

There was a tug on his pant leg and Din looked down into Ad’ika’s face. His son slowly shook his head, his huge eyes shimmering with fear. Din glanced at Cabur, whose expression mirrored that of his brother. They knew he was tempted.

Din smiled and stroked Ad’ika’s fuzzy little head. “It’s tempting, Isard,” he admitted. “But I have to say no. I have all the beskar I need and something far more precious as well.” He ran his thumb over the smooth metal of his ring one last time before picking Ad’ika up and cuddling him in his lap. 

“But …” Isard sputtered, but Din raised a hand to stop him.

“You swore you’d leave if I said no after hearing you out. I heard you out. I said no. So leave,” he said. 

Cabur leaned against his leg, glaring. “You go!,” he said loudly, pointing at Isard. Brave enough to face down a “bad man,” but not quite brave enough to do so without the protection of his father close at hand. Din placed a hand on his son’s shoulder and gave him a little squeeze.

“Well done, verd’ika,” he said quietly. 

Isard shrugged. “All right, I tried,” he said. “But when you find out someone outside of Mandalore got a hold of all that beskar, don’t come crying to me.”

“If anyone but a Mandalorian takes possession of that beskar,” Din said, “the Mand’alor will make short work of them. She has the Darksaber, after all, thanks to me.”

He placed Ad’ika back on the ground while they gathered up the toys, pointedly turning his back on Isard. When he had the bag back on his shoulder and both boys in his arms again, he turned to see Isard shuffling down the street, shoulders hunched in defeat. Din shook his head. “Never get into debt with a Hutt, boys,” he said. “Come on, let’s go home and figure out what to have for dinner.”

Ad’ika patted his face. “Jate, buir.”

“Jate, Daddy,” Cabur echoed.

“Jate, cyare'se,” Din replied, fighting back tears. “Jatne manda.”

Good, my beloveds. I am at one with my clan and my life.

[that-culdesac-kid]

JUST SAW THIS TODAY AND-

AAAHHHHHH

THE ARTT... IT'S SO PRETTY!!! THANK YOU FOR DRAWING HER SO PERFECTLY!!

Seriously, I didn't expect that someone would actually draw my baby. I think this is the first and probably only time that I'm happy to lose, haha. And Mai totally deserves the win too! She's the most adorable and precious little spring flower, and I really love all the thoughts and details that you put into her character!! (my irl nick name is also similar to Mai, so it's a nice coincidence, haha).

I got pretty busy these past weeks and weren't really keeping up with the competition, so it's really surprising to see Mariana made it to the third round. Like, seriously. I genuinely didn't expect her to get this far, especially since she's not as fleshed out as other MCs and I didn't even manage to make any propaganda for her.

So... Yeah. This is super late, but thank you so much to everyone who voted for Mariana!! And thank you to Mai Hong Lee (lunchboxcake), Aden Sanders "Ace" (vivian-teil), and Anqi "Ashe" Liang (mochidreambubble) for being amazing opponents to Mariana!

And last but not least, thank you to @tamarackbaumann for hosting this awesome bracket!! This has been, no doubt, a really fun experience for everyone, and I hope everything will go well until the end of the finals!

Descriptions under cut!

Mai Hong Lee:

Mai Hong is anxiety incarnate; they worry over everything and anything. They just want to make a good first impression bc they’ve never had close friends, but more often than not they overthink on what to say and end up missing their chance or talk themselves out of things. Tamarack and Qiu’s insistent and unwavering personalities absolutely obliterate this wall tho.

I made Mai spring themed to emphasize how out of place they are in the autumn setting of Golden Grove. In Vietnamese, “Mai” is means “plum blossom” (to reference the plum color hair they share with their mom) and “Hồng” means “pink/rosy” (to reference their eyes and plum blossoms).

Since Mai is Vietnamese, they call their mom “Mẹ” (pronounced “meh”).

When Mai first met Qiu, they thought they were going to get arrested for trespassing on his backyard. And when they first met Tamarack, they screamed so loudly when she popped out of the leaf pile that Qiu also yelled (mostly bc he was surprised how loud they could scream).

Mai tends to be a literal thinker and quite reasonable for her age. It tends to make her a bit of a wet blanket though (another reason she’s never been popular), so she keeps quiet about how she feels. But she’s also very observant and considerate with a good memory, so she does very well in schoolwork.

On school their first day of new school, when Mrs. Murray called them for roll call, they froze up trying to decide how they should say hello. When Qiu and Tamarack both very publicly spoke up for them, they were frozen again from mortification and embarrassment, but also from being so moved they’d defend her like that.

To help calm her anxiety, Mai’s mom has taught her to describe the things around her in deep detail. Bc of this they’re really good at describing and explaining things to people.

Mai likes to draw, it’s very meditative for them! When they grow up, they would probably become a scientific illustrator, mostly drawing plants.

Mai’s bandaid on their nose from from an incident from her last school! There was a girl who would go out of her way to hang out with Mai, but also talk down to her and make Mai do everything for her. She was like Mai’s personal bully, but also her only friend so they never spoke up or retaliated against her. On Mai’s last day at school, the girl had sneaked a pair of adult scissors from the teacher’s desk to use for a craft the class was doing. The girl and another student got into a fight about her using the scissors, and the girl yanked away the scissors to keep the other student from taking them. Mai, who was standing quietly behind the girl trying to decide what to do, was slashed across the nose on accident. It was a small but deep cut, and Mai started bleeding very quickly. Both of their parents were called down, and Mai thought about how she should probably feel good now that this girl has gotten in big trouble for hurting them. But when the girl’s mother arrived, Mai saw her mom fly into a rage and yell and berate her heavily, and they just couldn’t feel anything but sad for her. The girl said sorry to her and Mai said it was okay, and that was the last time she ever saw or talked to her.

Mariana:

So I was reading articles about tamarack trees a while ago, and I came across this interesting fact: "Look for black spruces (Picea mariana) wherever tamaracks grow. They are the true partners of the swamps and bogs. Both do quite well in cold, wet habitats, and neither can stand the shade of other trees." And I thought, "Hey, wouldn't it be cute if we make a black spruce-inspired MC to pair with Tamarack?" And thus I present to you… Mariana Grahn. Her first name came from the scientific name of black spruce (Picea mariana), while her last name means —guess what—spruce. She presents herself as a calm and obedient kid to the grown-ups, but is actually pretty mischievous and a true partner in crime of Tamarack. Often gets herself and her friends away with trouble because of her image as "the good kid."

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hola Dani... 👋🏼 ¿cómo estás? Espero que estés disfrutando de tu gran logro, fuck Fox News 😌

I have had the most chaotic day, it took me like 3 million years to read this chapter because real life (that bitch) kept getting in the way, honestly the disrespect 😒

The One with the Rooftop

Me: YAY new chapter!!!

The warning:

The tension in this first part was off the charts, Malec better not start their miscommunication shit at this trying time or I will flip ALL the tables...

Don't try me you sexy bitches!!!

Hunter Devlin really went... yah he a little crazy but he ain't dangerous upon hearing that his son pointed a gun at mi bebé precioso... I can't!!

Just kill them all! The entire family is fucked up!!

And WTF do you mean my Celery is missing?!?!?!?! 😭😭😭

Whaaaaaat????? Noooooooooooo!!!! That's horrible 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 her hair 😭😭😭 that sounds so painful 😭😭😭😭

My poor Celery 😭😭😭😭 Dani that was extra cruel, brilliant but incredible painful, Selena is so precious and sweet... why Dani?? Why???

At least now Maxwell knows what his bestie is capable of...!!!

I told you so Maxwell!!!!

Ok but, can we talk about how brilliant my precious Gigi is!!!!

And I'm not talking about how awesomely her and Roman (and Abigail) decipher the ley lines issue, no... I'm talking about how she KNOWS that Marcus needs to die!!! Burn him!!!!!!! Fire is always the answer with the evil fuckers 🔥 come on Dani... go Dracarys on his ass!!!!

AHA...!! We're back to Maxwell...!!!

“So, Mallory is working with the warlock who is attacking the institute? Well, who could have thought of that?”

David continues to prove that he is better that everyone else, especially ME because I would have been screaming I TOLD YOU SO at the top of my lungs...

The fact that this psycho bitch took Chairman "the cuteness" Meow... she is so overdue on the should be dead scale... OMG

Please drown her, cover her in cement and drop her in the Marianas trench... is what she deserves!!

Daniela sit down, let's talk... tell me what has Mavid ever done to you?? Why are you hurting them this way??? And I have yet to read IALS but I know you're torturing them over there too... what's happening???

At least we're getting some Alec/David bonding time 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

Thank youuuu Dani!!! You are the best, my complaints are not to be taken seriously, I am an angst hoe first and foremost...!!!

I am love you 💚💚💚💚💚💚

PS: I just realized this is a rambling mess... I hope it makes sense to you... 😬

Hello, my love.

I continue to be useless in starting my Spanish lessons smh. There is just so much work UGH!

I looooooove your rambling and I love you even more.

I hope you got some good rest after the hectic day 💚💚💚

And as always, thank you for making me laugh :)

[aschlindartroom]

I'll just end my friendly stalking round on your lovely page with some of these get to know me emojis if you still doing it.

🔑 📖 📝 🌐🎁 aaand 📱 

<3

🔑 Key to your heart

My love language is definitely acts of service. Cook me a great meal or fold my clothes with me and I'm officially your friend. ❤️

📖 Fave book

Literally the hardest question. I think that I have a lot of favorites, but the one that comes to mind first is Hope by Glen Duncan. He has exceptional prose, and every page has a line that takes my breath away.

It's not a very popular book so I couldn't find any good quotes online, but here's one of my favorite passages from his book The Last Werewolf.

Reader, I ate him. About three hours after resolving I wouldn’t. Throughout the dull solo feast the refrain from Tennyson’s “Mariana” repeated in the hot spaces of my gorging head: She only said My life is dreary, He cometh not, she said. She said, I am weary, weary, I would that I were dead. I would that I were— Yet here was the flesh that took my teeth in helpless succulence and the warm sour fountain of blood, the puncture moment that never gets old but stops being enough. And afterwards the swollen headache of my unsurprised self, the old exhausted cognizance of all the times I’ve vowed it was the last time and all the times it wasn’t. Don’t misunderstand me: There was no guilt. Only the cavity where guilt used to be. This and the weight of my own still-hereness slumped on me like a corpse. For a long while I lay in the recovery position, eyes closed. Total self-disgust is a kind of peace.

📝 Fave quote

Probably something from Hope, as mentioned above. Ugh, WHY DON'T I JUST CARRY THAT BOOK AROUND WITH ME? I'll reblog with a good one after work.

🌐 Languages you can speak and/or are learning. Which are you fluent in?

I am horribly uncultured and therefore speak only English. I took a few years of German in high school, but all I really remember is how to count to ten.

🎁 Best gift you ever received and why

I don't pay much attention to gifts. I mean, don't get me wrong. I feel very grateful when I receive them, but I'm more interested in intangibles, and I certainly wouldn't be able to pick a "favorite." I have some carved, red monkey figurines I got when a friend was moving and those are pretty cute?

📱 Show your phone lock screen and/or home screen

My fur baby, Milo. ❤️ Precious boy.

[spooderboyandtincan]

The 12(ish) Days of December

A/N: I intended to write a Hanukkah themed chapter, but unfortunately I suffered some burnout and I couldn’t really start it :(((((( I plan and hope to add on to this in the future, I just wanted to get it out here on time! Happy Holidays everyone!!

Read on Ao3

/ST*RKERS DNI/

I

“Che palle!” May cried as she and Peter stepped out of the elevator. “Tony, what the hell is that?!”

“It’s a giant teddy bear,” Tony called back from the kitchen. “It’s for you, Pete!”

“Me?” Peter gasped, his face lighting up. He charged toward the ten-foot teddy bear and tackled it. The giant brown bear teetered slightly with his weight but didn’t tip over. “He’s so soft!”

Tony came out of the kitchen with a wide grin on his face. He wiped his flour-coated hands on his pants and tried to give Peter a hug without pushing him off the bear,

“He’s so beautiful!” Peter giggled, wrapping his arms around the bear’s neck. “And huge!” 

Tony nodded in a proud, self-satisfied sort of way. Besides being delighted that the boy clearly adored his gift, he now had proof that this was obviously how one should react when presented with a ten-foot-tall stuffed animal. He'd have to take a picture and send it to Pepper.

May tossed her purse on the floor and shook her head at Tony. “As long as you can find a place for it, I’m not complaining,” she chuckled.

“I’ll rent a storage unit somewhere,” Tony supplied, taking a sip of coffee from his Iron Man shaped mug. Tony treasured that mug, which had been gifted to him by Peter several months ago. He never brought it in the lab for fear that Dum-E or U would break it, and he kept it in the cabinet next to his “1# IronDad” mug (also a precious gift from his kid).

He looked back to Peter, who had wrapped his arms around the bear, which was tilting dangerously. “Be careful, kiddo,” he said, biting his lip. But the moment the words got out of his mouth, Peter and the gigantic teddy bear started to topple to the ground.

“Shit-!” he began, darting forward, only to be met by Peter’s giggles.

“Nooo. Leave me. ‘M comfy.” He rolled onto the bear’s big belly and sprawled across it. “This’s perfect,” he hummed, closing his eyes. 

Tony and May shared a slightly exasperated yet fond glance. Tony flopped down next to Peter, tucking a curl behind his ear. “Now that I think about it, spider-baby,” he mused, “I’ve got something else for ya.”

Peter perked up and opened his eyes. “What?” 

Tony gave him a large grin and ran a hand through his curls. “C’mere.” He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led Peter to his room.

May sighed. “I swear to god, Tony, if you’re giving him an Audi….” she muttered. 

“I’m not!” the man insisted. Peter rolled his eyes and sat down on his bead. 

Tony put a warm palm over his eyes. “Close your eyes, bud.” 

Peter tried to keep his eyes closed as Tony ran to his own room, tearing through what sounded like wrapping paper and knocking boxes over with no absence of cursing. 

Moments later, a small, leather 4x4 inch box was placed on his open palm. He opened his eyes and looked first at the box, then at up Tony, who smiled. May shrugged and gestured to open it. 

Inside the box rested a thin, slender watch with a smooth black strap. The face of the watch was rectangular, and when Peter pushed the button on the side it lit up, displaying the time above what looked like a mini arc reactor. It resembled the StarkWatch he was wearing that very moment, except it looked more high-tech.

“A new StarkWatch, specially customized for you, by yours truly,” Tony said. “Your old one looked pretty busted, even though they’re supposed to be indestructible.” Peter snickered at Tony’s gentle jab. “And it’s got a few minor upgrades. You can set the lock screen, for one. And it should be trackable from anywhere in the universe, and I mean everywhere. And you can call me, or May, or Ned or Rhodey or whoever from the top of Mount Everest or the bottom of the Mariana Trench.”

“Wow,” Peter whispered, tracing the sides of the watch before strapping it onto his wrist. “Thank you, Mister Stark! I love it! It’s so cool!” 

“What happened to ‘Tony?’” he grumbled playfully, giving his spider-baby a kiss on his head. “I’m glad you like it, buddy. It’s basically the same stuff as your old one, just better.” 

Then, to both Peter and May’s surprise, Tony bent down and grabbed a colorful red bag covered in golden glitter. Peter laughed.

“Tony, it’s only the ninth!” May snorted, her eyebrows raised past her hairline.

“That’s because we’ll need these before Christmas,” Tony said wisely. He handed Peter a soft package wrapped in green tissue paper and watched him tear the packaging in half.

“It’s so ugly!” he cried, holding up a garish green sweater. There was a plastic red ball attached to the big reindeer's nose and tiny bells were tied onto the reindeer’s harness. Little snowflakes were patterned all over, and Peter couldn’t help but laugh. “I love it, Tony!” Peter pulled the sweater on and was delighted to find that the fabric was incredibly soft, instead of the unbearably itchy sweaters he had owned in the past. “It’s perfect!”

Tony laughed fondly at his already thrilled kid. “If you think it’s good now, wait till you see this. FRI, lights off,” he ordered.  

Peter felt Tony fumble with something on his shoulder, and suddenly the sweater lit up. The reindeer’s nose lit up bright red, the snowflakes began to glow, and, as cliché as it might have sounded, the bells gave a merry jingle as Peter laughed.

“I love it!” He tackled Tony with a hug, relaxing slightly in the man’s arms. 

“Good,” Tony chuckled, “‘Cause I’ve got about three more for you and your aunt each.”

II

“Tony, where’re we going?” Peter whined, his breath fogging the window. “Tell meeee!”

“My lips are sealed,” Tony said, pretending to zip his lips shut and throw away the key. “We’re almost there, Rudolph, don’t worry.”

“Rudolph?!” Peter snorted.

Tony reached over the console to ruffle his hair. “I thought you might want a Christmas nickname,” he explained. “Plus, y’know, you already had a nickname available that only required a bit of simple reconstruction, Roo.”

Peter shook his head. “Just tell meeee!”

“No. Never.”

“Pleeease?”

“I physically can’t, buddy.”

“Tell me! Tellmetellmetellme pleeeeeeeeease?”

“Will… to keep secrets… decreasing,” Tony said robotically. “Fine. We’re going ice-skating, Petey-Pie.”

Peter gasped, his big chocolate eyes going wide. “Really?!” 

Tony grinned and glanced over to his kid. “Really.” He wished he could stop the car and give his sweet boy a hug. 

“But…” Peter bit his lip. “I don’t really know how. I mean, I went ice skating with Ned a few years ago but we mostly fell over and bruised our butts.”

Tony chuckled fondly. “That’s okay kiddie, I’ll show you the arts. Rhodey and I went when we were in college, and man, we had a blast laughing at each other. Oh- we’re here!”

“Tony, I don’t have any skates!” Peter realized as they hopped out of the car. 

“I already got you some, Pete, don’t worry,” Tony assured him. He opened the trunk of the car. “And I brought you an extra hat, a coat, a scarf, some better gloves, extra socks and a pair of snow pants.” 

“Tony,” Peter began, leaning into the hug the man offered him all the same. He grumbled and rolled his eyes but let Tony wrap a scarf around his neck and trade his thin woolen gloves out for much warmer, thicker ones. Peter had to admit he felt a lot warmer. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Thanks, Pete. M’kay, I’ve got these fancy red and blue skates for you and red and gold for me.” 

“And I’m sure the color choices were random?” Peter asked sarcastically. “Wait- these have the Spider-Man logo on them! Mr. Stark, are there Spider-Man ice-skates?!”

Tony bent to kiss his forehead. “There are, Pete. Pretty cool, huh?”

“So cool! I love ‘em, thank you, Tony!” He held up the skates to admire them. “They’re great!”

“No problem, buddy. It was my pleasure.”

Peter flopped down in the snow and pulled on his skates. He looked up to admire the tall oak and pine trees swaying gently with the wind, the last leaves of fall scattering along the icy roads. A pair of snowflakes drifted down to his coat, and Peter felt a sort of peace flow through him.

“Petey? Are you comin’?” Tony called, skating back and forth along the edge of the pond. Peter knotted the laces of his skates tightly and struggled to his feet.

“I’m trying!” he yelled, staggering forward. He leaned over the ice and felt a bit dizzy. It was about a foot down to the actual ice, and Peter knew without a doubt that he would slip if he tried to get down. “I dunno, um….”

“I gotcha, Petey, don’t worry.” Tony held out his arms and gave him a reassuring smile. Hesitantly, Peter lowered stepped onto the frozen pond, grabbing Tony’s arm and clinging to him as he got both feet on the ice. 

“Good job, Roo!” the man praised, lifting him up by the armpits so he was standing up a bit straighter. He couldn’t help but compare Peter to a fawn who just stood up for the very first time, and the boy’s big bambi eyes weren’t helping his case. “Getting on the ice is the hardest part. I’ve landed on my ass more times than I can count.” Tony frowned at himself. “Sorry I said ‘ass,’ don’t repeat that.”

Peter snorted. His skates slipped and he felt Tony’s arms tighten around him. “Whoa there, buddy. I gotcha.” He tucked a loose curl behind the teen’s ear and kissed his cheek, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“‘M’kay, you ready, Pete?” 

“Heck yeah!” 

Tony grinned. “Okay, first, you said ‘heck yeah’ instead of ‘hell yeah’ and that’s adorable,” he teased, chuckling at Peter’s eye roll. “Second: let’s wreck this rink!”

Though of course, they ended up making more of a wreck of themselves rather than the rink.

The very second Peter slid his foot forward, he found himself spontaneously falling backwards. Luckily, Tony caught him easily and gently pulled him back up. 

“I meant to do that,” he huffed, his small hands scrabbling at Tony’s coat. “It was- completely- intentional.” 

“Of course it was, Roo, I know that,” he said with a raise of his eyebrows. “No one has the grace and agility you do.”

“I am graceful, Tony! How dare you?!” Peter grumbled. 

Tony might have made a quip about the arms wrapped tightly around his waist for support, but he decided his poor kid had suffered enough. Despite bumping into every table or chair in his path, Peter was surprisingly graceful, especially when he swung with ease through the air on a thin stand of webbing. “You are graceful, buddy, I promise,” he admitted. “You wanna give it another try?”

Peter stuck his tongue out at him, adjusted his hat, and gingerly took a step forward. Tony tensed, ready to lunge forward and catch him if the boy slipped, but found himself letting a quiet cheer. “Nice job, Pete!”

Peter beamed at him, his legs spread far apart and his arms extended for balance. He tipped backwards and Tony started to jump forward, but Peter flailed his arms around and regained his balance.

“I think you’re getting the hang of it, kiddo!” Tony called as Peter made his way to the opposite side of the pond. He winced suddenly, protectiveness flooding through him at his retreating figure. “Be careful! Wait for me!”

He caught up to Peter easily and zipped in front of him, catching him by the shoulders. “You’re doing great, baby!” 

“Thanks,” he giggled, looking down at his shoes. He wiped his red nose with the back of his hand and sniffled. “‘S fun!”

Tony smiled and adjusted Peter’s scarf. “Glad to hear it.”

“Tony?” he asked. “Can you do a figure eight?”

The man paused to consider this, clicking his tongue. “Only one way to find out!” he decided. 

Peter watched excitedly as he skated out to the middle of the pond, looking practically weightless. Tony took a deep breath, prayed he didn’t break any bones, then pushed off. He zoomed around the pond in a perfect figure eight, only faltering for a brief moment, and traced over it twice before he skidded back to Peter. “Ta-da!”

Peter applauded, clearly very impressed. Tony bowed exaggeratedly and pretended to be embarrassed. 

“D’you think I should try?” Peter asked. 

Tony smiled fondly. “Only if you want to. I know you’d nail it though.”

And he did. Peter skated carefully to the edge of the pond and performed the figure eight beautifully, spinning in circles and laughing when he got a bit too dizzy.

Tony skated up to him, his eyes huge. “Jesus, Petey, that was fantastic!” He pulled the embarrassed teen to his chest and wished, not for the first time, that Peter wasn’t wearing a hat so he could kiss the top of his head. He settled for Peter’s cheek instead. “Wow, baby, that was amazing! Wait- I gotta sign you up for the Olympics. Where’s my phone- oh, I got it.” He pulled his phone from his coat.

“Tony, nooooo!” Peter protested.

“Tony yes. You’re too talented.”

“It was just a figure eight!” he giggled. “And you did one too so you hafta sign yourself up.” Peter looked up to the gray sky and shivered as the brisk winds tore at his heavy coat and scarf. He leaned even closer to Tony.

“You cold, baby?” Tony rubbed his back gently, hoping to generate some warmth. “Wanna go back home? We can come back here anytime you want.”

Peter sighed a bit sadly, but he had to admit he was freezing. He and Tony skated back to the car quickly. Snowflakes began to fall rapidly down as gusts of wind tried to upset their balance. Tony helped Peter onto the bank and they hurriedly yanked off their ice skates.

They found refuge in the car only when Tony turned the heater up full blast and  leaned over the console to pull Peter into his arms. Peter’s shivers that had been worrying him far more than Tony had been willing to say eventually died off and together they watched what was now practically a blizzard raging outside.

“Just in time,” Tony mumbled into Peter’s curls. “Feel any better, baby?”

He grew worried when he received no response and pulled back. Peter’s eyes were shut and his breathing slow, though he made a small whimpering noise in the back of his throat when Tony pulled away. Tony smiled, a tender, loving light in his eyes and pulled Peter back into his arms, cradling his kid against his chest and rubbing his back soothingly. “‘M here. ‘M here, baby, don’t worry,” he cooed, planting a kiss on his forehead. 

Peter curls tickled his cheek, his warm breath heating the skin of Tony’s neck. The console between him and his kid was uncomfortable and hard against his side, but he wouldn’t have moved for the world. Tony held Peter tightly and closed his eyes.

Maybe they could stay there a little while as they waited for the blizzard to pass.

III

Tony had been brewing a hot cup of coffee in the kitchen when a disheveled, sniffling, sleepy Peter face-planted into his back.

“Whoa, bud!” Tony spun around and caught the boy under the armpits. “Hey, hey. Are you okay?” He tilted Peter’s chin back and found that his nose was bright red, his eyes were half-lidded, and his bedhead was a lot worse (though still absolutely adorable) than it usually was.

“‘M fine,” Peter sniffled, leaning heavily against his chest. “Missed you.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony murmured, wrapping his arms around the small teen, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He gave his definitely-not-sick spider-baby a smooch on his temple. “You’re pretty warm,” he noted with a hint of worry in his voice. He pressed the back of his hand to the teen’s forehead. “Do you wanna lie down, kiddo?”

Peter shook his head weakly. “Wan’ you.”

Tony’s heart melted and he turned into a pile of mush. In this tired, sick, achy state Peter was clingier than ever, and all he wanted was him. He wanted Tony. He kissed Peter’s temple. “I’m gonna stay right here, Petey, don’t worry,” he assured his kid. “I promise.” 

Tony held Peter with one arm while he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets with the other. “FRI? What’s up with the spider-baby?”

“Peter is exhibiting symptoms of a common cold, such as coughing, sneezing, a runny nose, and a fever,” the AI replied. Tony felt a pang of worry and empathy in his heart. 

“Okay. I’ve got your pain meds,” he announced in a whisper. “Do you want water or OJ?”

Peter decided on the latter, not bothering to raise his head but simply mumbling “juice” into the man’s chest. Tony hummed in agreement and attempted to pour a glass for himself one-handedly (most of the juice ended up on the counter, but holding his sick kid was far more important than pouring orange juice).

He led the boy to the couch, a steadying hand around his shoulders. Peter snuggled against him, coughing and sniffling. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and shivered.

Tony placed two white pills into palm. Peter took a hesitant sip of his drink and gulped down the pills. Tony tucked an errant curl behind his ear and placed a kiss one his temple. 

With Peter still in his hold, he strained to reach the weighted electric blanket that had fallen behind the couch. With a painful crack from his twisted back, he finally managed to get his fingers around the feather-soft blanket and settled back on the couch with a triumphant grunt.

He wrapped the electric blanket tightly around them both. Peter’s shivering caused a surge of fierce protection to run through his veins, and Tony hugged him to his chest, pressing a kiss to his soft, though slightly sweaty curls. He glared at the dark corners of the room, as if somehow the very cold that was making his child suffer so much would leap from the shadows.  

Peter found comfort in the vibrations of Tony’s chest and the beat of his heart. The calloused fingers running through his hair and the occasional kiss against his temple soothed him beyond measure, and without ever realizing it, Peter started to drift off. Compared to when he had woken up, soaked with sweat, wheezing and sniffling and rather nauseous, he felt so much better in his father-figure’s embrace.

Dimly, he noticed that Tony was talking to him. He thought he recognized the words coming out of his mouth, and he realized suddenly that Tony was reading Mr. Willowby’s Christmas Tree to him. That book had been Peter’s favorite when he was a small toddler, and hearing the familiar words aloud brought a big burst of happiness to his chest. 

Peter let his eyes slip shut for a second. The headache that had been pounding in his head was completely gone and in Tony’s arms, he felt incredibly warm and cozy and happy. 

When his eyes opened again, he determined that Tony had finished reading the book. If he had had enough energy, he would have asked him to read another. But much to his delight, he realized Tony had already picked up another book.

And just before his eyes fluttered shut, he heard Tony’s gentle voice speaking, full of love. “I love you, Petey.”

I love you too.

IV

“Mmm, Tony, the spaghetti was fantastic!” May exclaimed as she loaded her plate into the dishwasher. “I need that recipe, it’s just too good!” 

Tony looked at Peter out of the corner of his eyes. The boy shook his head frantically and drew a finger across his throat. Tony snickered. “Thank you, May, I’m glad to hear that,” he said.

To be completely truthful, he felt like throwing up. During the dinner, Peter had chatted enough to distract him, but now his emotions were left to himself, and Tony had barely been swallowed by them. He stuffed the last plate in the dishwasher and took a few long, deep breaths. He massaged his forehead and blinked, sitting down heavily on the couch.

Tony’s heart was beating out of his chest. He looked up to the boy, who was texting someone- probably Ned, completely oblivious. “Pete?” he began shakily. “Do you think we could talk for a second?” He and May shared a glance. She realized immediately what he was about to do and gave him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. 

“Yeah!” Peter vaulted onto the couch with a laugh. His grin faded when he saw how worried, how scared the man looked. Alarm kindled in his chest. “What’s wrong, Mr. Stark?”

Tony couldn’t bring himself to laugh at the cookie crumbs in the corners of his mouth or the way his hair frizzed everywhere as he pulled his Santa hat off. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

“Um-” Tony had to clear his throat. He reached down and grabbed a briefcase leaning against the couch that Peter hadn’t noticed before. “Uh,” he tried. He pulled two papers out of the briefcase and stared at them for a long while. “Do you think that you could give these a read, kiddo?”

Peter nodded silently and took them. He looked up at Tony, his head tilted in confusion.

He looked to the papers. His eyes widened in disbelief. “W-what? I-” He turned the papers over as if there would be a sticky note saying “IT'S A PRANK!” on the back. “What? W-what? I-I don’t-” Peter shook his head. 

He couldn’t stop looking at those cream-colored papers. 

Child: Peter Benjamin Parker

Adopting Parent(s): Anthony Edward Stark 

The rest of the paper was blank, except for Tony’s signature at the bottom. 

“Am I asleep? This-this is a dream, right?” Peter's eyes were filling with tears but he didn’t bother to wipe them away.

“It’s not a dream, sweetheart,” May said gently. “It’s real.” She squeezed his knee, hoping to ground him.

“Really?” He opened his mouth but couldn’t seem to form words. He gaped like a fish, reading the adoption papers over and over again. “You-you wanna adopt me?” he finally managed to squeak out.

Tony finally gathered the courage to look at his kid. “Yeah, baby. But only if you want to, okay? Nothing would change, though. We’d- just be making it official. Everything would be the same except-” He throat closed, and suddenly he couldn’t speak. 

Except Peter would be his official son- legally, on paper. And Tony would be his official dad. (There was no way Tony wasn’t already his dad.)

“What are you thinking, baby?” he murmured, instinctively tucking a curl behind Peter’s ear with shaky hands. 

Tony’s gentle touch was enough to break the dam of emotions that had been holding back. Peter sniffled, then burst into tears and practically jumped into his dad’s arms. 

Tony hugged him tightly, rubbing a hand up and down his back and pressing long kisses to his temple. Peter blubbered into his chest, happy tears soaking Tony’s sweater. May wrapped her arms around the two and squeezed them both tightly.

Tony felt tears prickle in his own eyes and he dropped his forehead to Peter’s curls. “Is that a yes?” he finally managed to say.

Peter giggled wetly and nodded frantically against his chest. 

A grin as wide as a dinner plate crossed Tony’s face. He realized suddenly that tears were streaming down his cheeks, but he didn’t wipe them away. He kissed the top of Peter's head and squeezed him tighter. 

May pressed a quick kiss on Peter’s cheek and stood up. “I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, sensing that the father and son might want a moment alone. 

Tony rocked his kid back and forth, rubbing his back and pressing kiss after kiss to his cheek. “I love you,” he murmured into his chestnut curls. “I love you.” IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

“Love you,” Peter babbled. “I love you too. I love you.”

He held Peter at an arm’s length, still grinning. Then he pulled his kid back to him again and kissed his cheek, wiping away his tears with the pad of his thumb. “I love you.”

Peter sniffled, wiping his nose with his sweater. He wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck and curled around him like a koala. He leaned heavily against his dad’s chest, his breathing beginning to even out. Tony’s chest vibrated with every “I love you so much, Petey” and his ceaseless murmurs of love and comfort.    

“Love you, Dad,” he said sleepily, his eyelids drooping. 

A lump formed in Tony’s throat that he couldn’t seem to swallow past. Tears started to trickle down his cheeks. “Petey-” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “I love you so much. So damn much, okay?” He ran his hand up and down the boy’s back, kissing his temple and trying to blink his happy tears away. 

Tony felt himself slowly drifting asleep. He blinked, and then his cheek was resting on his kid’s curls. His eyes closed again, and suddenly May was there, draping a blanket over them. He tried to tell her to get Peter’s special heated blanket, because his poor kid couldn’t thermoregulate and absolutely hated the cold. Then he realized that she had already tucked it around the boy and sighed in relief, finally letting himself relax.

May settled on the opposite side of Peter and wrapped an arm around him. Within minutes she was snoring quietly, but Tony was too tired to notice. A wave of joy and peace and love washed over him, and his eyes slipped shut.

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/ST*RKERS DNI/

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