#is tilly not the right shape for you?

[yaymiyas]

ISEKAI!YANDERE!CROWN PRINCE INTRODUCTION

warning: female reader, his name is saer…just so you can follow a bit lol, isekai lol

a/n: it’s structured a bit differently than my other introductions, do note that yes this is x reader but you had gotten isekai’d into a novel so….i do say her name but…..you’re also you…..if that makes sense, also he is hardly in it but its like….an introduction to the story bc its…an isekai and i needed to layout how i wanted everything to be

its not like you didn’t realize something was up. bright white lights blind you right when you open your eyes. maids coming in and out, calling you ‘miss’ and telling you not to sit up because ‘it will harm you even more’. granted, you were very thankful for their words because, around ten minutes before they came in, you attempted to sit up and gave yourself a headache. even though nobody was explaining anything, you remained quiet, trying to gather as much information from the surrounding maids as possible. the red-haired one with tight curls and an everlasting smile was amanda. she seemed to like you much, more than the other two, and tended to you more carefully. maybe she was your personal maid,or maybe she was just good at her job, but she never let up and called you your ‘name’.

admittedly, none of the other two maids called you your ‘name’ either. it was all just ma’am or miss from them. you just expected a hint of your identity from amanda, based solely on her care for you. selfish? maybe but you needed more hints. the other maids are named cynthia and tilly. the former of the two had long black hair slicked into a low bun, with a small maids hair on top to finish the look. it was a cute detail, if you must say, since the other two didn’t wear them. cynthia hardly spoke above a shout, coming off as more soft-spoken than the other two. she wasn’t really rude, nor did she have an attitude while tending to you, but she wore an expression of indifference that made you think she would rather do anything else.

tilly, on the other hand, was more bold than the other two. still not outwardly rude, but she tested your patience a few times. the main one that got to you though, was when she was rubbing your face. while she was washing off your face with the washcloth, she rubbed against your cheeks too hard, and upon this ‘realization’ she gave you a malevolent grin. her thin lips formed an o shape, mimicking the action of saying ‘oops’. luckily, it seemed as if amanda and cynthia didn’t really care for this ‘prank’ of hers. they both scoffed in disgust, continuing to pick out outfits for me to wear for the day ahead.

a soft but stern knock was heard at the door, revealing a man with black slick back hair and yellow eyes to put the look all together. he reminded you of those webtoon male leads that were cold but female audiences loved. being a sucker for those types, you raised your neck up, making sure to keep your body in the same supine position. the man standing at the foot of your bed looked down at you with an expression that you couldn’t read. an expression that wasn’t scary but wasnt welcoming. tapping along the footboard of the bed, he let out a low sigh out that resembled a growl and turned around to leave. tilly, amanda, and cynthia didn’t acknowledge the man. neither did he to them. the only thing that could resemble an interaction between the four of them was when tilly and amanda gave small bows and the slight side eye cynthia gave before going back inside your closet to look for something.

“madam,”

thats a new one.

“lord saer would like you to have breakfast with him today.”

lifting your head enough to turn your focus towards amanda, you started to guess your facial expression was a bit too expressive because amanda started to giggle. the pain in your body wasn’t really high; it was more the numbness that bothered you. moving your neck and head didn’t really take much strength, it was attempting to move your legs that was the problem. walking towards you in a shift movement, amanda placed the rich, deep purple hair piece down on top of the dress set she had picked out for you. upon arrival, she softly removed your blanket and shifted your body into a sitting position. you felt like a doll.

“okay now miss, i will be lifting you up to wash you now.”

placing her right arm underneath the backs of your knees and her left arm supporting your neck, she quickly moved you to the area you’re assuming was the bathroom. the door to the large room was already open, since once she had lifted you up, cynthia had pushed the door open and walked in herself. the room was massive, twice the size of a normal person’s kitchen. the walls and floor tiles were both the same shade of pale pink, matching the sleeping set you had on. amanda sat you down in a chair and started to strip you down. while she was doing that, the other was running the bath water and testing if it was safe enough. every time the water was a bit too hot or too cold, you saw cynthia’s eyes squeeze shut.

“alright madam edina,”

cynthia sighed, standing up from the clam shaped tub.

“it’s all set for you. please do not make it hard as you have always done.”

not sparing you even a small look, she and amanda were already picking you up and guiding you into the tub. quietly instructing you to lay back, wet, cold liquid found its way both on your scalp and on your legs. edina? are you sure thats what she said? the only edina you knew of was the villainess from the hit novel “obsession falls”. you never really read the book, but you knew of the characters and the content that surrounded it. it was rather controversial for how obsessive and dangerous the male lead was. he had stalked the female lead for years, and it didn’t stop once he got married. with a wife so dismissive and uninterested, the male lead was given all the time in the world to go hunt his prey.

unfortunately for him, once edina randomly started to care about what her husband was doing during the day he had to slowly stop. losing the love of his life to the second male lead, alastair. due to this very random string of events, saer had grown irritated by the events his wife was clumsily stringing together. he then decided to take care of his wife, edina. the night before he was to go and kill alastair, he had poisoned the dinner he had helped make for his wife. from your memory, this was one of the few times in years he had asked his wife to sit at the table and eat with him. she would usually just take her food into her room separately. this night, edina came into the dining room with her most expensive jewelry and dress. she thought this was the night her husband was going to admit his faults and leave the female lead for her. however, what actually ended up happening was that the moment she took a bite out of her steak, her vision went black and her head banged on the table.

focusing on the soft brushes of your hair, you start to put the pieces together. you don’t remember the faces of any of the characters in the story, you just remember the basic blot and conflict. if what cynthia said was true, that you are in fact edina tudor gwynn then that means the reasoning for your stiff body was because of your ‘husband’ trying to kill you. sharply sucking in some air, you seek strength within your legs. even though the lower half of your body was still partially numbed, the feeling of pins and needles filled the tip of your toes to the back of your knees. not wanting to cause much of a scene, even though you were sure she wouldn’t care much, you looked up to check to see if your maid was paying you any mind. cynthia was too focused on rinsing your body, while amanda stopped brushing your hair to grab towels for you.

“cynthia,”

it was amazing how you could even get that out. due to the affects of the poison, your throat had become overly dry and it hurt you to even swallow. that was mainly one of the reasons as to why you hardly spoke to them this morning. stopping in her tracks, she lazily turned her head into your direction. the woman didn’t have much of any emotion on her face. her eyelids halfway down, making it appear that she was tired or just bored. her lips were in a thin line. you had hardly seen her smile or really speak, so you started to believe this was just how her resting face looked like.

“why did he poison me?”

tilting her head a bit, cynthia’s facial expression changed. it was as if your question intrigued her. her low eyelids raised a bit, along side her eyebrows, as she tried to tame the smile that was creeping on her thin lips. this was the most expressive you have ever seen her. she began to part her lips when amanda came back through the door with the towels.

“perhaps this conversation will need to be revisited, my lady.”

[bellesdreamyprofile]

“Wanna go play?” - Austin Butler

summary: story of dad austin, you and your shy babygirl

You couldn’t exactly remember your kindergarten years, except for the fact that you mostly hung out with your teacher, Miss Paula. She played the guitar and taught you and other children different songs every week. You were her right hand, always clinging onto her, not because you were particularly shy, but simply because the other kids didn’t quite get you like she did.

Austin was a mama’s boy his entire school years, always begging the teachers to call his mama to pick him up earlier. The memories of him eating his beloved peanut butter and jelly sandwich in his car with his mama, were still fresh in his mind. Those were his favorite moments with her - having lunch together and sharing silly stories, while waiting for his next audition.

Your babygirl was a mix of that. Matilda was clingy, just like you were, yet she felt a very emotional connection to both her parents. You were very affectionate parents, there was no denying that, but the way she would grip your sweater or Austin’s arm was cute yet a little sad too. You were happy she was aware of her parents´ love, but this constant fear of being “abandoned” concerned you a little.

The first week of kindergarten consisted of parents and their children hanging there for a couple of hours, helping their child get accustomed to their surroundings. Matilda didn’t really care about cubbies, small chairs or the lego set in the corner. She was happily snuggling her daddy in his lap.

You extended your legs in front of you and sat up, catching a dog plushie in the distance. Immediately turning to Matilda, you pointed at the toy. “Look, baby, there’s a puppy!”

Austin brushed his finger on her cheek, wanting her to turn your way, but she just seemed to disappear into your husband’s grey sweater. He turned your way and gave you a small smile. “You tried everything, baby.”, you huffed at his answer and moved to sit closer to them.

You leaned behind Austin and brought your bag closer, setting it in your lap. “This shouldn’t fail me.”, you murmured to yourself and pulled out Tilly’s favorite toy. Another dog, one in worse shape, but nonetheless her favorite one. “Hey, bee… Look there’s Millie.”, at the sound of her pet’s name, Matilda turned around swiftly.

“Millie!”, she said with grabby hands and you happily handed it to her. She snuggled it close to her chest and kissed its little head. You hoped this would help her gain courage and go play with the other kids.

“Look Tilly, that girl also has a puppy just like you.”, Austin pointed at a little girl drawing by the tables. Matilda looked at her pet and then back at her daddy.

“Daddy, that’s kitty.”, she pointed out, and glancing at the little girl’s toy, it was surely a kitten. You teasingly shook your head at Austin.

“Yeah, daddy, that’s a kitten not a puppy.”, you murmured and bumped your shoulder into his, making your little girl laugh with glee. Austin shook his head and moved his eyes from Matilda to you.

“Mama’s a little crazy.”, he muttered and went on to bump his shoulder into yours. The two of you rocking back and forth, bumping shoulders in a teasing manner - a little comedy for your daughter, which you were used to do on a daily basis.

The little girl sitting by the coloring table looked up and locked eyes with Tilly, who seemed to immediately tense up in Austin’s arms. He looked up and smiled softly at the little wave meant for your baby.

“Wanna go play?”, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. You smiled at the exchange and looked for the girl’s parents, who weren’t sitting too far away either. Matilda looked up to her daddy, the material of his soft sweater fisted in her tiny hand.

“Daddy go with me?”, she murmured and you swore your heart burst right then and there. The emotions hidden behind those few little words made your eyes glisten with tears. Austin wordlessly nodded, his hand sneaking to hold yours, giving it a soft squeeze.

Tilly stood up on wobbly legs, her trusted toy in her hold as she waited for her daddy to stand up as well. Your heart melted at the way she was already looking up, waiting for him with her little hand extended out. Austin took it with a little smile and walked with her, Millie the plushie clutched to her chest.

Once they reached the little girl, Matilda stopped and immediately looked up for her daddy’s reassurance. “Say hello, honey.”, he encouraged her.

“Hi.”, she said quietly. The little girl smiled and waved at her again.

“I’m Jenna.”, she said with a big smile. “And this is Anna, my kitty.”, she presented her little toy to Tilly, who immediately looked up at Austin.

“Daddy, that’s a kitty.”, Matilda pointed out again and Austin simply nodded, the embarrassment from earlier staining his cheeks again. She took you by surprise as she let go of Austin’s hand and turned to fully face Jenna. “This is my daddy.”, she patted his leg and then she turned to point at you. “That’s mommy.”, and if you weren’t crying by then, you were now.

Jenna also pointed at her parents, who happily waved at their little girl. Austin crouched down beside Tilly. “Wanna sit and color with her?”, he murmured in her ear. Matilda felt freer - no longer blocked like she was before. So she nodded, setting Millie on the table and pulled out the tiny chair - all by herself.

Austin was all smiles once she started communicating with Jenna, occasionally pointed at him. “I draw you daddy. And mommy.”, he obediently nodded and smiled, answering random questions and laughing at silly jokes.

“Tilly?”, his baby turned his way. “I gotta go keep mama company, okay? We don’t want her sad all by herself right?”, Matilda’s eyes shot to you and then back to her daddy.

“No mama sad.”, she murmured and then looked back at her new friend. Her mind was made up. She patted Austin’s arm and shooed him away. “Daddy go, thank you.”

Austin kept the light chuckle for himself and briefly watched her independently chat with the little girl.  He stood up and breathed out, his long legs taking him to right where he belonged: beside you.

You smiled at him and almost wished the room was empty so you could kiss him with freedom. He crouched down and sat down beside you, his hands behind him and his legs in front of him.

“You’re back.”, you said quietly, your accent a poor tribute to the Terminator. Austin let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head.

“I am back.”, he said to you, his accent being quite impressive. You briefly tore his eyes from him and motioned at Matilda, who was still happily chatting and drawing with Jenna.

“Who would’ve thought?”, you said, unable to keep your eyes from your baby.

Austin smiled, following your gaze. “Another good day of parenting, I’d say.”, at his words, you couldn’t help but look at him, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I agree.”, you curled your fingers into a fist and moved it in his direction. He laughed and bumped his own fist with yours.

“A good day of parenting indeed.”

A/N: imagined Austin holding Matilda like in the third pic 😩🎀 also in the kitty interview he did ask the kitten if it wanted to go play with the others cats 🥺 I’m in love with the man

MASTERLIST austin masterlist

austin 2025 digital calendar 🎀 austin phone case💋

[russellsppttemplates]

Hi sweetheart, hope you’re good<3

Could you write sth for Matilda and Lucas? Whatever you’d like but I’m getting all mushy on the idea of them understanding each other without words and all

Note: me too! I starred thinking about it and I melted! 🥹🫠 I hope you're well too!

Even though Lando and Oscar would spend a lot of the time in media duties, they still wanted their little ones close to them so they could spend a little time with them on their breaks.

While their mothers engaged in conversation, Lucas and Matilda sat at the table with their arts and crafts kits open. They were both quiet kids but they understood eachother without having to speak many words.

Matilda would always make sure her crayons were within arms reach for Lucas, and the little boy would always notice whenever she needed something and make sure she could have it, like right now, when he noticed her crayon needed to be sharpened, gently handing her the sharpener with a sweet smile on his face.

"Thank you, Lucas", Matilda whispered gently as she took it, a sweet smile on her face too.

They drew on each of their drawings until it was done before Lucas pulled a big A3 sheet of paper from his folder, "my mummy said we could draw on this together, do you want to do that?", he asked.

Matilda nodded, grabbing some of her pens and spreading them out so he could use them too, starting to draw flowers on the paper. Lucas followed her, doing his best to make sure they complimented her pink and purple flowers. They easily found a scheme: Matilda would draw the petals, colouring them in and then Lucas would follow with the glittery yellow pen to colour in the middle, ending up with about a quarter of the page covered in flowers in all colours and shapes.

Lucas thought it would look nice with some rainbows, so he started drawing them, this time with Matilda following his lead as they drew the coloured arches.

After tidying up, they both got up and walked up to a magnetic wall, their mothers always keeping an eye on them, and grabbed some magnets to hold their drawing up.

"Hey, Tilly", Lando cooed as he and Oscar walked up the stairs, seeing their children looking at the drawing.

"Did you draw that with Matilda, little man?", Oscar asked as Lucas hugged his legs, nodding in response, "it looks really good", he complimented.

"Looks really pretty, baby", Lando smiled, pulling his daughter up on his hip and kissing her cheek, "let's go to mummy, hm? We can all have lunch together".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[2demondogs]

Ok hiii

Could you write low honor arthur as the dad of gn!child reader (like age 8 or older)? Like a despicable me type thing where arthur’s a mean guy but a good dad? Can be headcanons, drabble, wtv would best for you

Anon I know exactly the archetype u mean but "despicable me" is the funniest fucking way you could've described it I'm fried

I wrote headcanons for now, but I do like Dad Arthur so who knows maybe I will scrounge braincells up. Tried to keep it canon compliant-ish. Also I wrote this a while ago, thought I'd mention it since it's a similar type of fic.

CW off-page canon-typical violence, past canonical character death

To call Arthur a good dad is a bit of a mischaracterization. Is he loving? Absolutely. Is he responsible? Absolutely not. He is the last person anyone should leave teaching life lessons to. He also forgets that children aren't smaller adults with fully functioning brains and are, in fact... children. You've known how to shoot a gun since you were five and he lets you have a cigarette whenever you want it, because that's how he was raised.

More complex things end up piled onto Hosea, Dutch, Susan, or other gang members. It takes a village. Dutch, Hosea and Susan provide most of your education, because Arthur trusts Hosea and Dutch to teach you how to act right and Susan doesn't trust either of them. The women sew you clothes and, when you're young, toys. When Arthur is busy or in a bad mood, there's no shortage of people who will take his place for a day. Even when he's in a good one, he's just about got to fistfight Abigail and Tilly for time with you.

And he's busy often. Once you're around eight, he starts bringing you on hunting trips and off to town when he chaperones the girls. By fourteen, he leaves the choice up to you. In his eyes, as long as you're with him you're in the safest place there is. Not only is he skilled, he's ruthless; if anyone looks at you with bad intentions, they will no longer have eyes. He may also be haunted by a paralyzing fear of losing you and under the false impression that he himself was grown by thirteen, but that's neither here nor there.

It's his first time living, too. That was especially evident when you were taken into the gang, be it at birth or otherwise. Besides those short-lived weeks with Issac, Arthur's only experience caring for something so fragile was when Copper was a puppy. For a good bit he was treating you more like a dog than a human. You seemed to enjoy the head pats and extra helpings off his plate when that was his go-to form of affection, so he doesn't see the harm.

Arthur is glad that you seem to think he's a fun dad and that you love him. He knows he must be doing something right if those things are true, but he's constantly got people in his ear — and nagging voices in his head — telling him that if he doesn't shape up, he'll end up getting you hurt or turning you into the ugly thing he's set to become himself. He's learned to mend your clothes and boots, how to cook food that's a little less harsh on the stomach than his own slapdash dinners, saved money back for you. Doctor's visits, sturdy boots, good quality guns. He'd sink the gang if it meant you'd walk free. He'll make sure you have something nice for your birthday. He will try.

And there's a bright side to his inexperience. He'd rather enjoy his time with you than be concerned with what he's supposed to be doing as a father. While that's not always the smartest, it leaves you with a lot of good memories. Arthur teaches you to draw, shows you how to see the world completely; plays pickpocket games in the street with you, always passes up the big steals to let you have them; makes sure you know that items have meaning and that you must keep his hat, too. Your items have meaning, anyways. We don't talk about what's stolen or bloodied, or what selfishness looks like.

[myfearless-love]

Down the Primrose Path (Chapter 2/? - "Schrödinger's Fiancée")

Chapters: 2/? — "Schrödinger's Fiancée"

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Relationship: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Characters: Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Geppetto | Marco (Once Upon a Time), Alice Jones | Tilly, Elsa (Once Upon a Time)

Additional Tags: Captain Swan - Freeform, Captain Swan Regency, There Was Only One Bed. Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Duke Killian Jones, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Scarred Killian Jones, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF Emma Swan

Summary:

Desperate times demand bold actions, and Emma Swan is about to pull off the ultimate gamble: faking an engagement to the elusive Duke of Hookshire to rescue her family from financial ruin. Her plan seems foolproof—until Killian Jones, London's most reclusive and mysterious nobleman, learns of his sudden engagement.

Once a celebrated figure of society, a tragedy drove Killian into self-imposed exile. Now, intrigued by the daring woman claiming to be his fiancée, he steps back into the spotlight, determined to turn the tables.

In a game where hearts are on the line, can a fabricated love affair turn real, or will the truth shatter more than just their reputations?

READ HERE: AO3

Preview:

Hey everyone! Chapter two is here, and I couldn’t wait to introduce Killian. I’ve been toying with the idea of his backstory for so long—what shaped him and turned him into the person he is now. This story felt like the right one to finally explore that, especially with the challenges he’s facing. I’m really excited to share this part of his journey with you all—can’t wait to hear your thoughts! 😊

As always, a huge thanks to my beta, @xarandomdreamx, for correcting my mistakes and encouraging me with her thoughtful comments ❤️

Tagging some folks who might be interested:

@anmylica @elfiola @zaharadessert @gingerchangeling @undercaffinatednightmare

@jrob64 @teamhook @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @mie779

@winterbaby89 @tiganasummertree @stahlop @rylieblu @ultraluckycatnd

@eddisfargo @booksteaandtoomuchtv @laianely @hollyethecurious @resident-of-storybrooke

@beckettj @whimsicallyenchantedrose @captainswan-kellie @veryverynotgoodwrites @lfh1226-linda

@snowbellewells @caught-in-the-filter @shady-swan-jones @bluewildcatfanatic @fairytalepetzkle

(Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list)

[flowers-darkened-by-raindrops]

A Girl and Her Bucket of Snow

Before Pearl, before she had forged it from smoke and iron, the bucket had only known the cold of the caves. It knew nothing of purpose, of love. But then she had come and took their bare scraps and shaped them into existence, and gave them a home, warm in her arms.  [(Or: Tilly wasn't Pearl's only loyal companion.)]

A birthday gift/payment to @basil-the-bulbasaur

Read on ao3 here!

Inspired by a pearl cosplay photoshoot I did last year

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Its first memory was of heat. Of the three pieces of metal that made its shape coming together, forged by steady hands. 

The bucket's second memory was of her. As its shape came to right, it had come to see its creator. Her green eyes looked open and kind as she examined it, and right then the bucket had known it would do anything to serve her.

Once it had cooled, its creator–Pearl, the green man beside her said–hooked it on her waist belt by its handle. Despite the coldness of the cave surrounding it, it had felt warm tucked against her side.

It wasn’t too long after that they started to make their trek up to the surface. As they left, Pearl stooped, unhooking it from her belt as she submerged it into the cold water of a cave river. She brushed her hands a few times against its surface before rehooking it against her side once more. The feeling of cool water inside of it felt like a comfort. I can protect you, the bucket knew. 

They kept going, until the rock the bucket knew changed to dirt and grass and light. The sun glinted off of it in short bursts as it rocked, and it could feel its insides warm within the sun. 

The bucket was suddenly jerked as Pearl squealed and began running up the hill towards a furry form on the hill. Water splashed against her side as she did, but she hadn't seemed to notice as she crouched in front of the fluffy wolf in the grass. She had cooed at the dog and gave it a bone, and it nuzzled against her hand in response.

“I’m gonna name you Tilly!” she squealed, and the bucket wondered if it, too, would get a name some day. Pearl only continued rubbing the fur of her new companion, lavishing the pup with such vigor that, despite its best efforts, more water splashed out onto her leg.

With the second wave of water, Pearl seemed to realize what was happening and took it off the hook on her belt. She placed the bucket between her and the dog and exclaimed, “Do you want some water, buddy?” 

The dog hadn’t even hesitated before beginning to drink from its contents, lapping at the liquid inside and splashing it practically everywhere across the grass. No! It thought. That water is supposed to protect her, not be drunk by a dog!

But then it heard Pearl laugh, and it thought, oh. It wanted to keep hearing her do that. It turned its attention back to the dog in front of it. It realized, then, that the look in Tilly’s eyes reflected the same feeling that it felt, the first time it saw Pearl. Adoration. You’re just like me. You want to protect her too. The bucket could understand that.

~○❤○~

After some negotiating, Pearl and the green human had decided to continue deeper into the nether. The bucket wasn’t thrilled about the journey. While it adored the warm feeling that came from being pressed against Pearl’s hip, the unrelenting heat of fire and lava made it fear that it might melt. It could feel the water–newly refilled since Tilly’s last drink–evaporating from the intensity of the air.

Nevertheless, they foraged on, Pearl singing silly songs to lift their spirits as they traveled. I could listen to her sing forever, the bucket thought. It was comforting, how cheerful she was despite the oppressive temperatures and harsh terrain. 

They eventually spotted a fortress in the distance, and Pearl and the other one took off in a run towards it. The bucket had feared that she would trip or even catch fire from all the embers on the ground around them in their haste, but she managed to avoid any catastrophes as she approached the stairs of the fortress. 

Her companion, however, was less lucky as a spark from one of the flames caught on one of his gloves. He yelped, and Pearl quickly reached inside it to flick water at him, in an attempt to douse the flame. 

…It was only after she dunked her hand in the water that she, as well as the bucket, realized that all the water that was left was boiling in the nether atmosphere.

“Ow!” She cried. The bucket knew it couldn’t have done anything to stop Pearl from burning herself, but it felt guilty anyway. It was supposed to protect her, not hurt her!

Her companion, having elected to just remove his glove entirely, just snickered. “I know we’re not soulmates, you know. You don’t have to go pretending by burning your hand in solidarity!”

“Oh come on, see if I ever try to help you again!” She scowled, but after a moment it dropped and she started laughing too. “Maybe now our soulmates will think that they’re paired.”

“Now you’ve done it, they’re going to go and run away with each other now!” The two grinned at each other before continuing into the fortress. After accidentally burning herself, Pearl seemed to be extra cautious about touching it. It tried not to feel too upset about the lack of contact as Pearl and her friend explored, dodging and weaving blazes and carefully digging up nether wart.

The two continued their search through the nether a while more before choosing to leave the hellish wastelands of the nether for the overworld. As soon as they did, Pearl approached a cave stream and carefully refilled it with blissfully cold water. 

“Now you can keep me cool instead of burning me, eh?”

~○❤○~

After that, Pearl left her green companion for a while, electing to travel on her own to talk to the other people in the area. Not long later, though, she found him again, and they set about finding their soulmates. The bucket didn’t quite understand the need. After all, Pearl had Tilly and it. Surely they could give her everything she needed?

But no matter what it thought, Pearl couldn’t hear it. So she continued to help her companion as he set up his game show and invited the blue human and zombie woman to join, ushering them into their netherrack boxes. 

Before the green man's game show could even start, the bucket was rocked as Pearl flinched. Echoing exclamations of pain caused Pearl to jerk her head out of her box to stare at the blue human to her right. She let out a hesitant laugh as she looked at him, and he pinched himself in response, nodding at her with a not-quite-friendly smile. 

Her tentative enthusiasm seemed to grow despite his look, and she smiled, “Hey! This is just like–”

He cut her off sharply, “No. We've decided that we're actually soulbound to ourselves. We don't need you two.” The bucket watched as Pearl's face dropped, almost disbelieving as the two crossed their arms at her and her companion. 

She seemed to regain herself after a moment, and tried to respond, but the two didn't give her a chance.

The bucket could only listen as the two continued to insult Pearl, each of her defenses seeming to fall deaf to their ears. How dare they say she didn’t care! It had travelled with Pearl to so many places, had seen her look across the map for people to talk to. She wasn't trying to get them hurt, she had carried it around the entire time to do the exact opposite! 

Eventually, the two seemed to grow tired of talking over their soulbounds and left, yelling remarks about the houses that they'd built together. The bucket wished in that moment that it could lunge forward and soak the two with its water. Then, at least, they could understand what it was like to be unexpectedly slapped in the face.

Once their footsteps faded, Pearl turned to her companion, who seemed just as incredulous as it was. Regathering his wits, he exclaimed, “What was that?”

Pearl looked back to where her soulbound vanished. “I don't know. I feel like I've been broken up with.” She sighed, “I thought we would be a team.” 

I'm always going to be on your team, the bucket thought, who cares about a soulbond, that one is terrible anyway. It wanted desperately to comfort her. Its Pearl didn’t sound like this, so confused and hurt. 

It was clear, however, that the green man's thoughts had taken him in a different direction. His anger only grew, and the bucket could see the moment that his ire turned to Pearl.

“You know what? I think this is all just your fault! I’m breaking up with you too!” His eyes seemed to flash a venomous green as he turned away, ignoring Pearl's protests just as the other two had.

“Goodbye, goodbye. Nether again, Pearl.”

She stared at his back for several seconds before she fell to her knees in the grass, and the bucket clunked hard into the ground beside her. She picked it up, and stared into her reflection in its water. “Was this really all my fault?”

No! It wasn’t! The bucket couldn’t understand how anyone could turn their back on her like that. Warm, happy, wonderful Pearl. Pearl was perfect, how could they not see that?

The bucket was helpless as her tears fell, one by one dripping down and leaving ripples in the water's surface. And the bucket had the horrible realization that Pearl's fingertips had grown ice cold against its sides.

[icarusbetide]

some of my group chat's obscure and inaccurate amrev (hamilton centric) fancasts part 1

the result of five students procrastinating and commenting "hey this guy could play hamilton". not very accurate and based on vibes. we are not scouting agents for good reason.

Alexander Hamilton

We know from people's descriptions and portraits that he most likely: had very red hair, was 5 ft 7-ish, and was slender with a "fine figure". Fun fact, some historians say that people calling him 'small' was more in regards to his slimness than his height, which was more or less average at that time period. Need to find a source for that.

From paintings we do see that he had a prominent nose...and perhaps more of a pointed chin with a slim face, as a young man? It seemed to have broadened out with age. Portraits of him seem wildly inconsistent, and the one Betsey said was very like him was later in life. Damn you Charles Wilson Peale, you never got his face right! tbh I didn't see much of Hamilton's face (especially young Hamilton) in amc Turn's Sean Haggerty who had too much of a round face, and I think he was casted based off of the peale painting lmao.

And of course, who can forget his beautiful beautiful anime blue-violet eyes. Abigail Adams saw the devil in them, Fisher Ames seems to have spent way too much time staring into them. Both accounts can be seen as complimentary.

I've yet to find an actor that really captures an older Hamilton well, so I'm not even going to go there. Honestly, i've yet to find a really spot-on young Hamilton either, so I have no fan-cast. But my friend has one she advocates for a lot:

Tom Blyth based on these specific paintings (and a de-aged one with dark hair). Her words: "he has really piercing blue eyes and we know he can pull off lighter hair from the hunger games movie! he's also very slender which would work well, even though he's pretty tall. we can do perspective work with height it's okay."

And apparently Hamilton's son (William? it's not Philip right) looked quite a bit like him. And in the sketch below I think we can see Blyth's face there!

Not too bad, I think. Especially since his face seems to have filled out more. Main concern is if the hypothetical project would characterize Hamilton well, and if he'd deliver that complicated energy lol. He is charismatic so a point in his favor?

Valentijn Dijkman is another one of my friend's fancasts so I don't know much about him besides the screenshots they shared. Apparently he is a model and tiktoker, and he certainly checks the ginger + blue eyes requirements! A bit of a yassified Hamilton, I think, but some contemporaries called him almost feminine and some descriptions of him are wild so that might be okay.

Elizabeth Hamilton

Now, we know that Betsey was very petite and had lovely dark curls and eyes that Hamilton and even Tilghman, I believe, commented on. It seems like she had a slim face and a strong T-zone. Even in the portraits we see her dark eyes. Portraits of her when she was younger:

My personal fav fan cast is actually Meg Tilly, specifically Meg Tilly in Valmont 1983. She has the dark hair and dark eyes and her facial structure itself is also similar enough to me.

There's also something in her performance here that would serve well for Elizabeth - a sweetness and patient quality plus a hidden playful streak.

John Laurens

We are all stumped for him lmao. We don't have a lot of paintings of him and the main one is a Charles Peale and I don't trust him 100%. We do know he was most likely blonde, taller than Hamilton, and was very handsome.

Coward's way out. Seth Numrich is a popular one and I wouldn't be angry about it!

George Washington

It ain't accurate but I loved Ian Kahn's Washington so much that I don't care. He's way too hot to be Washington but let's just pretend it's that hero-worship coming through.

And to round it all out, Turn Lafayette was also suprisingly accurate in face shape I think. You can see we ran out of steam at the end.

[riversidestudios]

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *. .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Ewh...this is so f-[CAINE CENSOR]- ing disgusting..." Shadow cringed, looking around for Noodle.

He eventually found him,and began running. Noodle was staring at a pair of... abstracted eyes.

"Hm...wonder where the others went?" Arty spoke, looking around. There were random shapes with faces walking around.

"...Maybe they're in one of the Gloink holes?" Gamey suggested. "But where will we find one?????" Noah squinted his eyes at Gamey.

"...maybe I haven't thought that through..." Gamey laughed. Arty and Noah began laughing too.

"Better start searching for them,huh?" Arty punched Noah. Noah laughed and punched Arty back, who then punched gamey and it was a whole loop.

"...where the f-[CAINE CENSOR]-k is he? Shadow should be back by now." Tilly glared at the gloink queen.

"Maybe he'll be a second!" Kinger proudly suggested.

"...Maybe." Gloopy nervously looked at the Gloink Queen. ... Did it stop moving?

"Welllll- we should split up. Since Arty's new, he'll be with Gamey,and I'll be alone." Noah chuckled, giving a thumbs up.

"Bet." Gamey smiled,as he and Arty began walking off. Eventually,Noah walked pass a hole in the floor.

"What's this?" He tilted his head, looking inside. It was pitch black, but quickly,Noah lost balance and fell inside. Noah yelled. It didn't scare him as much, it surprised him though. It took a while,but eventually Noah came flinging into a wall.

"Ow..." He groaned, falling on the ground.

"Oh there's Noah!" Tilly pointed out, laughing. "...Hi Noah!"

Noodle waved,while Kinger was chasing a npc butterfly. Gloopy looked up and waved to Noah. "Oh wow this is where y'all were hiding,huh?"

He asked, looking at the Gloink queen who had seemed to be slightly broken.

"...I thought that thing is supposed to talk." Noah awkwardly looked at the ground. Gloopy shrugged.

"Dunno,but Shadow's stuck in there." Tilly spoke, looking at the npc.

"You realize he can just phase through, right??? He's probably to dumb to realize that." Noah rolled his eyes,also looking at the npc now.

[agendabymooner]

9 to 5 || f1 drivers (5)

(SPIN OFF OF COLOUR ME YOUR COLOUR (WIP) and RUSH)

Summary: Lorelei Hester ‘Lester’ Alessandro is a bassist first and Daniel Ricciardo’s partner second. But it seems like another role is added to her resume as she begins her weekend in Baku as Toto Wolff’s children’s babysitter. 

Chapter summary: Daniel Ricciardo stopped by to say hi to what the team principals had considered as threats to their drivers - it was very hard not to get distracted by Soren and Tia Wolff after all. AND Lester Alessandro envied the Wolff cubs' intelligence as Soren was already on his fourteenth short story on a Thursday noon (he just started reading the book that morning).

Content warning: family-centric content, people trying not to swear in front of children, Uncle Danny content, Australia references, Christian Horner mentioned, Hearth sister!OFC x Max Verstappen relationship, Hearth sister!OFC x Charles Leclerc relationship. 

masterlist

v. the little weapons of destruction distraction

Fourteenth story. 

They were barely halfway through the day and Tilly and Toto’s eldest son had finished thirteen fairy tale stories. The thick book of Grimms Fairy Tales, if she was being truthful, would be something that she’d be able to read in the span of three days. Six hours, if she was motivated enough. 

But as she sat there with her own book opened, she couldn’t help but wonder if Tilly worked extremely hard on getting these children to read a lot. 

Lester knew that the kids she was babysitting were fluent in four languages, but she didn’t know if fluency came with the fast paced reading comprehension skills that Soren obviously had been showing. 

Soren Philip Alphonse Wolff was born to an unmarried couple, Tilly Marie (Hearth) and Toto Wolff. When he was born, it was almost like the wall that Toto used to protect his heart broke down. Despite the obvious features that came from Toto, Ren was more like Tilly, if you were to ask Lester or anyone close to them. Timid, shy, but if you ask him about his books and the characters, his eyes would brighten and he would endlessly ramble about it. At the age of five, you would think that he would be talking about dinosaurs (he likes dinosaurs) and rockets (and he likes rockets too) but not Soren. Soren would share his interest in children’s literature to anyone who would like to listen.

So it somehow didn’t come as a surprise when the boy finished his thirteenth story and moved on to the next. He was so occupied by it that he could hear no one but the characters and the background noise. 

“Zia Lori,” a tiny voice beside her spoke, making the bassist turn and give Tia a smile. The girl looked up at her aunt and raised the colouring book that she was just working on. “Do you like it?” 

There were colours outside the lines but Lester could tell that Tia tried staying inside the shapes while she used different crayons. Paddington had never been this vibrant until now. 

Besides from the initials of her name, Tia Christie Vienna Wolff had more commonalities shared with her namesake. She had Toto’s temperament and the way of how she thrived to colour without going outside the line just proved how she was practically Toto’s carbon copy. 

She had a tendency to get frustrated whenever she sat herself down in front of the shape sorters and she couldn’t fit the right animal on it. The first time she (a year and a half during that time) threw the blocks out of frustration, bewilderment was written all over Toto’s face. But when he turned to look at Tilly for an explanation all she said was, “Haven’t you looked at the mirrors lately?” Still to this day, Toto’s reminding his mini me to take a breather first before her temper goes down to shit. Her perfectionism and the frustration that came with it? Yeah. That was all Toto, and ironically, neither of the parents had ever set some expectations for the children. 

“Like it? What do you mean? I love it!” Lester exclaimed, giving the little girl a high five. 

“But look,” Tia pointed at the colours outside the line, “this is bad.”

“No it’s not,” Lester shook her head, “that’s an accident, and an accident isn’t bad sometimes.”

“What’s acc-ent?” Tia tilted her head, curious about the foreign word that came out of her aunt’s mouth. 

Lester chuckled, both at her curiosity and the fact that she could speak as much German and French (and Italian) as she'd like yet not know the word accident in any language, “It is when you do something that you did not mean to do. Like… Oops!” 

“Ah!” Tia nodded enthusiastically. “Acc-ent!” 

“No, no, Tia,” Lester instructed, “follow Zia Lori… ready?” 

“Mhm!” Tia nodded again. 

“A…” “A…” 

“…k…” “…k…”

“si…” “si…”

“…dent.” “…dent.” 

“Accident!” Lester said the word faster.

“Accident!” Tia repeated with a clap of her hands. 

“There we go,” Lester nodded approvingly. She should teach kids about phonics. It seemed fun to teach. “You do so well at words. Do you read with Mama every night?” 

“Yes,” Tia said meekly, shying away from the woman as she continued, “Mama reads English… and French… and I-t’lian! But she only do French and English more. Papa teaches Italian.” 

“Ahh,” Lester nodded. “It must be exciting reading with Mama, eh? How do you like it?” 

“I love Mama! She reads so well,” Tia paused while she thought of something, “but Papa can do Eeyore more. He sound sad! I love Eeyore! But! So-en reads books to me too!” 

The little lad sitting across the two paused from reading and looked up from the page he was reading, wondering why he was called by Tia. Not sensing any cry for help, Soren returned to his book. 

“I hope Adelmo— when he grows— he can listen to me read,” Tia said with her eyes twinkling. “I can teach him F-ench! Like Mama!” 

According to Tilly, Soren and Toto often hover over Tia. They tended to be more protective when it came to Tia—perhaps it’s the effect of being the only girl in the family. Soren loved his sister a lot and would always read her books, trying to raise her as another version of himself.

Toto loved his kids equally, no doubt. His older kids (not with Tilly) were the subjects of his love alongside his little ones, but even they couldn’t deny that Tia was the most loved one. 

But it seemed like Tia, despite being everyone’s favourite, loved her little brother Adelmo more. It never caused any rift between siblings, but Tia tended to be protective of Adelmo more than anyone. 

At least none of them were bitter or arguing over who liked who. They all loved each other equally. It was just an observation that Lester had done. 

“He’ll grow soon enough, Tia,” Lester told the little girl. “But, right now, he has to feel better so when you get home… you can tell him about your trip with Papa.” 

“Hey, hey! Are those the mini Tillys I’m seeing?” The kids’ eyes widened at the voice as they turned and gasped. 

“Zio Danny!” “Oncle Dan!” 

“I have different names in different languages,” Daniel hoisted the two kids up in his arms as he grunted, “You two are becoming more like your dad. So heavy and tall!” 

“Not tall enough,” Soren crossed his arms with a huff, “Papa is tall like a building!” 

“Godzilla!” Tia exclaimed as Soren nodded in agreement.

“Or… Or King Kong!” It was Tia’s turn to nod enthusiastically. 

“Yeah, he’s incredibly tall, indeed,” Daniel turned and walked towards his girlfriend, leaning forward to kiss her on the temple as he asked, “What have you and the little wombats been up to?” 

“Wombats?” Soren slightly shoved himself away from Daniel’s face as he asked, “what is a wombat?” 

“Ahh, I forgot, you haven’t been to Australia yet,” Daniel let out a ‘tsk’ with a shake of his head. “Your Mum and Dad are depriving you of those little adorable creatures! We need to get that fixed. Tell your Mum or Dad to take you there next time.”

Lester chuckled quietly before finally answering, “We have been doing a lot of colouring and reading so far.”

“‘s that right?” 

“Yes,” Lester insisted with a widened pair of eyes, “too much reading if I am being honest.” 

“Oh! Uncle Dan!” Soren placed his hand on top of Daniel’s head, making the Australian look at him with a slight frown. “Guess what? I’m reading Hansel und Gretel!” He shook himself off from Daniel’s hold and grabbed the opened book from the table, raising it as Daniel looked down at the book.

A frown etched on Daniel’s face as he said, “Ren, lad, I can’t understand this.” 

“What do you mean?” Soren asked. Walking up to Lester, Soren raised the same book for her to read. 

At least Daniel and Lester could agree on not being able to read German. At this rate, they’re both thinking that Toto and Tilly were raising intellectuals. The next Jean-Jacques Rousseau and Hypatia of Alexandria, if you would ask either of them. 

“That explains why Uncle Daniel can’t read it,” Lester found herself chuckling, “we both cannot read German language, Soren.” 

“Oh,” the boy murmured, “okay.” 

“But are you loving it so far?” Daniel asked, now sitting next to Lester with Tia perched on his lap. 

“Yes,” Soren nodded eagerly, “I am about to finish the story!” 

“Such a smart boy,” Lester complimented Soren, the little boy’s cheeks turning red at the compliment. Much like Tilly, her children always shy away from the compliments thrown their way. They were the sweetest children that Lester had met. It was probably because her younger siblings and her nephews and niece are just chihuahuas in the form of human beings.

Lester looked up at her beau, “I am more worried that you’re here and you’re not where you’re supposed to be now.” 

“I got here first before any of the people in the grid does,” Daniel told her smugly. “Some of them are just hearing that the kids are here this weekend and it will be an absolute disaster if all of them found the two at once.”

Tia and Soren Wolff were what Lester could call the tactical team of Mercedes. Well… of any team to be fair. Anyone from other teams could get easily distracted by the kids. Jenson at some point had joked about the two working for their father in Mercedes to distract Red Bull’s drivers hours or days before the race. 

At some point Christian had wanted to ban the kids from visiting their motorhome, but why? The kids were toddlers and entering the school-aged stage. They know nothing about tactics and driving besides from “Papa! Look, cars go fast!” But they still had Tilly’s heart and the drivers, if you were to ask anyone on any team, enjoyed being around Tilly. The Wolff kids often lifted the spirits up in the grid. 

The most fortunate driver to spend his time with the children would be Lewis Hamilton. Not only did he drive for Mercedes-AMG but he was Soren’s godfather. He had been Tilly’s best friend first before Toto was Tilly’s partner. Toto had gotten more softer on him once Stevie changed her surname to Hamilton on Valentine's Day. The other two didn’t stand a chance. 

Max Verstappen was certainly trying to be on Toto's good side. It took him a good while to convince Sylvie, his now-girlfriend, that he hadn’t meant to screw her over once— so you could barely imagine convincing Toto that. Not only was he trying to appease the older man, but he had an opportunity to prove that he’s a good uncle to the kids by babysitting them. Perhaps to prove that he would be a good father as well, but it wasn’t the right words to say in front of Toto Wolff, of all people. 

Charles Leclerc was fairly close to becoming a welcome face at some point, if it hadn’t been for the fact that some gossip page decided to take the context out of a private conversation where he said that he wouldn’t have a child with someone who nearly broke him one way or another. He was speaking of an ex-girlfriend who wouldn’t let go. But once that the story had spread out and his girlfriend had gotten a hold of it, she ran straight to Toto. Yeah, no. Still to this day, Toto wasn’t as convinced that Charles’ intention was to remain true. 

But still. Tia and Soren were what the team principals assumed to be Mercedes’ little weapons of distraction. Especially with Max Verstappen? Yeah. Christian Horner definitely did not want the kids near him during the race weekends. But it wasn’t like he could say it upfront. Max was fairly close to marrying Sylvie. Max’s family was practically connected to Toto’s. 

“Who was the first to hear that?” Lester asked her beau with a brow raised. 

“Charles,” Daniel answered with a shit-eating grin, “but he can’t get out of his media duties.”

“Wow, if Ferrari only made time for their strategies instead of putting their drivers in front of a camera for their spare time,” Lester feigned satisfaction as she sighed dramatically, “just imagine the podiums that they could get.”

“A lot!” Soren piped up before his guilty eyes looked up at the adults, “I am sorry, Zia and Zio. Papa and Mama said it is rude to listen to adults talking.”

“No, it’s alright, mi niño pequeño,” Lester smiled sweetly at the boy. “Thank you for apologizing.”

Daniel only shrugged, “But he isn’t wrong.” He and Soren exchanged grins. 

If there’s anything that Lester had learned at the very beginning of her relationship with Daniel, it would be that he would be one to encourage Soren to say something that a smart-ass would say. Tilly told Lester once that Daniel was the devil on her shoulder back when she started in her racing teams in 2014. Like that shoey during the Silverstone 2014. That was all Daniel.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when Soren nodded at Daniel’s approving look. Soren was smart, indeed, and clearly Daniel’s trying to “corrupt” his brain with mischief and whatever it was he’s concocting at the paddock. 

Maybe this was what they meant when Soren and Tia were Mercedes’ weapons of destruction. And they were both being influenced by a Red Bull driver. Ironic.

[yuckydraws]

So what your saying is skelly would know first about baby and could possibly be the one to tell s/o about it

Like " so you know how we having been trying for a baby for a while now"

But what if we put a little angst, like what if s/o has begun to lose hope of every having one but bam skelly smell baby and now gets to tell sad s/o the good news.

What if it was sweet swap papaya and horror papyrus becoming dads

This ask is referencing this one.

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Bee:

He'd like kids at some point. He's not itching to start a family like some of the guys, but he's just always sort of had it in his mind that it's something he wants eventually. His magic is relatively healthy, but, like with human pregnancies, it's not a surefire shot every try - even with magic involved. So it's very possible to have a bit of trouble. Perhaps the intent isn't just right, there's subconscious doubts, or there's the regular ol' biological hang-ups. It doesn't bother him as much when it takes a few tries (he's excited, of course, but monsters live a long time - he doesn't feel the rush that you do) but he can see that it's really getting to you. So, when he finds out that another attempt worked? He'll put his woodworking skills to good use and whittle a babybones shaped charm to attach to your keychain. The next time you reach for your keys and notice the adorable addition, he'll be nearby to confirm the good news.

Tilly:

He's actually one of the guys who doesn't really want kids. Mostly due to his own insecurities and he's also accepted that it's probably not possible with his wonky magic. He could change his mind on this, though, if his partner really wanted kids. After an honest heart to heart about how much of a struggle it will be to even conceive, and how it's going to take a lot of patience from both of you - he could be convinced. In this situation, he's just as discouraged as you are when it's taking so long to get nothing - mostly because he can see your disappointment and internalizes it. Another failure on his part. So when it actually works?? He's beyond ecstatic. He won't be able to keep the news to himself for long, you'll likely know the moment he does... because he's going to cry tears of joy. Big, globby tears the moment he catches that slight change in your scent - and he'll quickly pull you in for a tight hug as he relays the news.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Super random not very deep ask but what terms of endearment do you think the twc couples use for eachother?

That’s such a good question I’d never even given thought. But here goes now and I’m sorry but it’s male focused because that’s what came to me 🤗

Rosie for Ida: he’s very loving verbally, not afraid to be mushy, especially once they’re married, much of that takes shape in sentences rather than names alone but, beyond the usual lovers epithets I do think this man calls his stone cold, RBF suffering, five feet ten, former female colonel of a wife “love bug” on the regular, and typically when he’s hauled her into his lap and is peppering her neck with kisses

Gale for Maureen: sure there’s “Candy” but everyone calls her that on occasion and so it doesn’t hold as much for him, although she’s the only one who gets to call him Gingerale and so the two sometimes do sound sweet together. Something cool about them is how many facets their relationship has, so sometimes they are old army buddies together, and sometimes they’re husband and wife, it all depends on what’s needed by either at the time. However, Gale is a rare romantic yet when he chooses to be, it’s hardcore and dreamy af. Favorites for either mood are, My Girl, My Love, Mrs. Cleven, the Boss, Lieutenant🥴😏 Baby Doll, etc -has totally called her “fire of his loins” in a letter I don’t make the rules

Benny to Lu: plain ole “Tallulah” does the job just fine for this girl, the more Italian the pronunciation the better, lol, wife is also a unseemly sexy word coming from Benny’s ripe lips and then there’s a string of Italian lovey dovey words too like Tesoro, Amore Mio, Cuore, Gioia

John Brady to Tilly: so so so high school but in most adorable and adamant way?! Sweetheart, Mrs. Brady, Miss Tilly, pretty lady -even after six kids. Almost respectful? Rather awed? Utterly loved up and forever a bit young, all in sharp contrast to the impassioned actions these endearments are often accompanied by. 🤭……..let’s just say, they’re all real mild (but appreciated) compared to what Bucky Egan calls and compliments Mrs. Tilly Brady as but…………..that’s another subject entirely 😈

Bucky Egan to Jo: the ole lady, my wife, wind beneath my wings… y’all, how catastrophic is the meltdown gonna be if I go ahead and admit right here and now, Jo in this universe is a plane? Maybe you haven’t read this far, that’s ok then. But if you have you’re spiraling, just know all his buddies did too when his “lady” who finally settled him down ended up being a yellow biplane.

[huskynotwolf]

Little Soldiers

-song by the Crane Wives

-fanfic by The Crazy Husky

No. 6

(Drums: Impulse)

Apparently, Joel had caught Ren and Martyn lip-locking.

Impulse seemed to be upset that not only Tango and Etho did not acknowledge him, Skizz stayed away from him most of the time. Pearl had also managed to get an actual wolf as a pet (named Tilly) and keeps it in her room. Jimmy (with the broken leg) was finally out of the infirmary and had crutches.

Pearl later broke his arm.

Scott was wandering around the base when he saw BigB and Pearl playing with a frog. They were squealing about how funny and cute it looks, then they began discussing how to breed them to scare Tango. Scott had no idea what they meant until Pearl stabbed one of the baby frogs with a blunt tooth right in front of Tango, and he kept his distance from the two for the rest of the day as they went around scaring people. It wasn’t long before BigB actually murdered the frog in front of Grian and Martyn and scared them really badly. They later revealed it was a toy and the real frog was in an enclosure.

Impulse then had the idea of singing Little Soldiers for the Treebark Duo, as it was Ren’s birthday coming up. Pearl did agree (in the terms of Impulse making another frog dummy for the pair to murder) and had practised the lyrics. Scott sat this one out so the latter only included Pearl, Gem and Impulse.

Scott sat in the audience as Ren and Martyn was pushed on the floor (Ren sat on his cape bedsheet) then watched. This time, everyone gathered to listen. Scott had also hidden all the birthday supplies and was waiting patiently for them to finish then ambush Ren. He’d told almost everyone (with the exception of Martyn) so they all knew what was coming up.

“~~~” She began playing with Impulse on the drums. “On the broken backs of all the words we spared, like little soldiers in the trenches.” Gem started, taking in the fun of music. “It was a march we made towards ruin and despair but we held hands all the while.”

“I swear that I loved you, I swear that I loved you.” Pearl sung. Gem joined in and vocalised, “I swear that I loved you. I swear, I swear~” Scott especially enjoyed it when they play together. With Pearl not constantly trying to kill anyone, and Gem not chasing random people around and trying to break their legs, but then he felt guilt swelling in his belly.

“Beneath the table you would offer up my bones, and all the dogs would lick your fingers.” He thought about Impulse. It wasn’t earlier that Etho had told Scott that he thinks Impulse had left TIES to join them, but Scott replied with he’s just trying to meet more friends. Since then, Impulse and TIES had been in a lot more arguments that usual. “And I dragged you through every room inside our home, but you still held me at night.” Speaking of unwavering loyalty…

“I swear that you loved me, I swear that you loved me,” the song reminded him of back when he was still in the Flower Husbands group with Jimmy, when Martyn and Ren would run around and act like drama queens. Then there would be Scar and Grian, who is definitely worth mentioning. Those two are basically soulmates in every way shape or form. “I swear that you loved me. I swear, I swear,” Gen was going at it at full, with Impulse enjoying his time with the girls. Lizzie and Etho sat together by the back, apparently muttering about Joel or something, because her husband whipped around and dove at her, causing her to yelp.

“We didn't give up, we wouldn't dare surrender. It was an honest loss,” Scott heard Impulse’s voice for the first time. The girls seemed to know like they rehearsed it. “Now the aftermath will ring with songs you've sung, all of our words sent home in boxes.” Grian eyed Martyn as he gripped Ren’s hand tight. “I fought with tooth and nail before the flag had flown, but you were already gone.” Ren cringed at that verse but said nothing.

“I'll swear that I loved you, I'll swear that I loved you, I'll swear that I loved you. I swear, I swear.” Gem sounded like she really and finally enjoyed something for real. Scott’s fingers drifted over to a button hidden from sight. Tango and Mumbo gave him a thumbs up. “I'll swear that I loved you, I'll swear that I loved you. I'll swear that I loved you, I swear, I swear~”

As they came to a close, Mumbo nodded and Scott pressed the button. Immediately birthday decorations popped up from the ceiling and Tango showered Ren with confetti. “Happy Birthday Ren!” Everyone yelled. Impulse, Gem and Pearl abandoned their instruments and went over to congratulate.

Ren seemed shocked. He felt so surprised he fell over on his back. Martyn giggled and stepped back. “Best party ever,” Ren breathed, and Grian giggled. Tango and Mumbo did a victory dance for successfully setting up the deco.

“Dogwarts!” Pearl laughed and waved the red and white flag. Martyn, who seemed confused and shocked at the same time, staggered towards the wall and stayed there, breathing heavily. “Yo what,” he gasped. “You gave me a heart attack.” Scott laughed, patted his back and smiled. “I understand.”

Suddenly Martyn’s whole body jerked and he collapsed on the floor. Scott tried to help him up, but he wouldn’t budge and instead muttered, ”Summer falls, destruction calls. The sun’s gaze, the moon’s raze, star of forgiveness, running sands of vengeance, the Earth and its loneliness. Come together in a single piece, or shatter forever without peace. The eyes watch, may not interfere. Crimes among the stars, the outcast among others. Paid by the unforgiving sea, bought back by the singing moon, or the hourglass continues falling.” Then he fainted.

Scott knew it. The Watchers are actually intervening. And he knew exactly what will happen.

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[izelthewashbear]

The heart of scarlet (fragment)

She flinched as the sound of barking reached her up at the top. Pearl looked down right away, tightening her grip on one of her crescent-shaped sickles. If her only friends were alert, she couldn’t just stand by and watch.

“Who’s there?” her voice flew down the tower like a hawk, ready to catch its prey. “Don’t be scared, I don’t bite…” she added with a nasty smirk.

“I know you don’t” she was hit with a calm response. 

Only then, she noticed Cleo approaching the towers, trying their best to keep the dogs at bay. They were not attacking her, but seemed ready to pounce at their keeper’s word. Pearl’s expression softened at once and she sighed.

“You shouldn’t be here, Cleo. Wouldn’t you stay with your soulmate? Or the guy who prefers you over his real one?”

“Actually, I’d rather stay with you. At least tonight” the zombie looked up at her. Despite being several meters above them, Pearl could almost see the conviction in her friend’s voice. Eventually she just rolled her eyes, as to not show too much excitement from finally having someone to talk to.

“Sure, alright. Tilly! Let Cleo up, willya?”

The dogs let out a few more cautious barks, but ultimately didn’t attack. Relieved and a bit abashed, the zombie entered the tower and began climbing up the spiral staircase.

[panda-wearing-pants]

Best Life Series episode #2

S1E2: Joel attempts to get a monopoly on lily pads and dead bushes, Scar takes multiple people's gear in return for reputation points, Cleo steals Pizza, Cleo shows Bdubs and Impulse Pizza, but says it is a different llama named Pepperoni, Scott, Martyn, Joel and Jimmy find a dark oak forest and do a magic trick at monopoly mountain to show Grian and Scar, Martyn starts a raid in the village, Etho tells Scar that Pizza is alive, Scar creates the reputation board, Jimmy brings a cow to his base, but has to hide it after he tells the server that he got it, Cleo leaves a sign in the desert saying Pizza Lives

Dangthatsalongname: The Nether Is MINE Now!

S2E2: Scar tries to kill Joel before they realize they are both boogeys, people start to explore the nether, including Mumbo, who ends up dying, Scar meets Etho and Bdubs in the nether, but it is very obvious that he is trying to kill them, Joel tries to kill Lizzie with a pit trap, but ends up falling in and dying, Lizzie dies to a baby zombie after escaping, B.E.S.T is formed, Grian, Jimmy, Martyn and Mumbo visit Magical Mountain to enchant, Grian discovers the trap and Mumbo kills Joel, but Scar kills Mumbo right after, Lizzie bets on Joel dying first for You Bet Your Life, and wins when Joel kills Scott and is then killed by Pearl, Lizzie buys the enchanter from Scott and Pearl for two lives, Ren gives his allegiance to Lizzie, Mumbo and Grian mine for diamonds, and say that the diamonds are right here (they are not)

Smallishbeans: I Betrayed EVERYONE..

S3E2: Scott and Cleo start a tradition of hitting each other with axes at the start of the session, Impulse and Bdubs makes plans to separate the other duos, Martyn lowers the property value of the valley by building a heart-shaped base, Scar and Pearl use powdered snow to annoy their soulbounds, Pearl helps Jimmy and Tango get a goat horn, but the other members with goat horns agree not to respond to them, Ren finds a dog for Pearl after Tilly 1 dies, Scar starts building a panda sanctuary, Ren is killed by an enderman, and blames Pearl, Grian leaves a gift of bread for BigB

Pearlescentmoon: Far Too COLD!!

S4E2: Joel, Jimmy, and Grian raid the mansion and they all die, Scott and Martyn brainstorm team names, and decide on the Mean Gills, the Bad Boys build Bad Boys Bread Bridge, Joel pushes a TNT minecart off of the Bread Bridge, killing Scar and Cleo, Bdubs and Skizz have a duel, and Skizz wins

Smallishbeans: Baddest Boogey..

S5E2: Lizzie burns the base Cleo made above Lizzie's, Cleo rides around on a pig for half the session, Mumbo suggests that Bdubs should put a globe on his upside-down house, Jimmy builds a base inside of Pearl's to try to get her to say "Get out of here", Gem fills Jimmy inventory with grey stained glass panes, Impulse goes to complete his task, but tells Tango and fails, Etho tries to jumpscare other players and asks, "Did that make you jump?", Jimmy invites the server to a party at Pearl's. Martyn is killed by a piglin brute, Joel starts a cult

ZombieCleo: A PIG DEAL

[deltadescent]

Would you happen to have advice for drawing “people figures”?

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE UHMM... I'm not entirely sure...?

So, for short;

It depends.

For long;

Everyone has different body types, and that reflects when you draw people figures. For each type of form/body type/figure, I'd have to give different advice. For example, look at these characters:

These characters arguably all have different body types, changing based on whether they're flat chested or have a more pronounced chest, if they're muscular or slim, etc. I wouldn't go about drawing someone like Minnow- who has little to no body fat- the same way I would go about drawing someone like Tilly- who has more body fat. Same with characters who have muscles/don't have muscles.

Because of that, it's hard to give advice. There's no RIGHT way to do it, and there's no INHERENTLY wrong way to (unless you're doing it intentionally to stereotype or be offensive).

It helps to break down the bodies into shapes for some (circle or oval for a head, elongated ovals for arm segments, circles for joints, circles/triangles/trapezoids for forming things like chest/stomach/etc.)

I personally just draw one circle and build up the whole body around it like;

THOUGH IF YOU LISTEN TO MY PREVIOUS NARRATIVE ILLUSTRATION PROFESSOR... He told me to work from the feet and upward so you can maintain correct posture. Personally that advice went in one ear and right out the other for me, since my brain just likes to operate a little funky, but if that sounds interesting to you, you could check out ways to do that.

I think my best suggestion is: OBSERVE!!!

Look up different people, look up cartoon characters even, and just observe how they're drawn or shaped. Try to mimic the style even, if it's just for yourself. The best way to learn is from just trying to copy what other people do IN YOUR OWN WAY. You will never fully adapt someone's style ofc or do somethign exactly the way they do it, but looking to their art for examples on how to draw characters can help a ton!!

I'm super unhelpful with art because i work without a sketch most of the time (first thing I draw is the eyes tbh), but I really do suggest looking at other's works and pictures of people, depending on whether you want more realistic or cartoony figures. Just don't trace people's stuff or steal, and you're already doing fine!

[fluffypotatey]

OK SO!! DOUBLE LIFE PEARL!!

i think i've told you the double life gimmick before (randomly assigned soulmates share a health bar, so when someone takes damage so does their partner), so i'll cut right to the pearlo.

in session 1 of double life, almost every player set out to find their soulbound before anything out. every player... except pearl pearlescentmoon and martyn inthelittlewood, who went to the nether to get geared up and try and find rare loot for their soulmates. pearl was initially hesitant on this idea, but martyn convinced her it'd be fine. (several times during this nether trip, martyn makes fun of their soulmates, only for pearl to step in and defend hers).

when martyn and pearl return to the overworld, they decide to focus on finding their soulmates, and run into scott and cleo. martyn sets up a little game show, and lo and behold, pearl is bound to scott, and martyn to cleo! pearl is ecstatic- she and scott had been very close partners in the previous series, and she was excited to be his teammate again! however, it was not to be. unbeknownst to martyn and pearl, scott and cleo had already discovered, through process of elimination, that their soulmates were pearl and martyn. they had also decided that, since pearl and martyn hadn't come to find them first, and had risked their lives by going to the nether, that they were going to team up together and reject their assigned partners.

after being rejected by scott and cleo, her teammates from the last game, pearl turned to martyn, only to find him leaving her too (he intended to play solo and try and win cleo back). pearl had been abandoned, rejected by everyone, and the only companion she had left was her dog, tilly. she builds an extremely tall tower near the center of the map, and lives alone in it.

in the next session, pearl tries to befriend a nearby soulbound pair (ren renthedog and bigb bigbst4tz, called the Box Boys because of their ugly, box-shaped base), but ends up accidentally causing their first deaths. after this event, the box boys reject her too, with ren saying "whether you tried to [kill us] or not, there is something wicked within you!"

(she also spends a lot of this session standing in powdered snow blocks, which causes her to take progressive ticks of damage, in order to annoy scott and force him to waste food to keep them alive).

her participation in events that tend to leave people dead (the box boys, her starting some fishing rod shenanigans with joel and etho that cause their second deaths, her presence at other major deaths) and general unhinged behavior (especially masquerading as a red life) cause the rest of the server to fear and reject her even more, calling her the "scarlet witch" and other such names (scott refers to her as his "crazy ex", (made funnier because he's gay irl)).

as things on the server heat up, pearl is forced to team up with scott (because they're soulbound), cleo (because they're scott's teammate) and martyn (because he's cleo's soulmate) several times in order to survive, but always manages to alienate herself from the group anyways by trying to injure scott on purpose.

during her final episode, the already unhinged pearl goes COMPLETELY off the rails and starts hunting down and killing people, directly killing two soulmate pairs herself (impulse + bdubs and martyn + cleo), defeating both pairs in 1v2 pvp. (her killing impulse and bdubs was insane- she hunted them down slowly, methodically, all while menacingly chanting "Something wicked this way comes" louder and louder, until she caught and killed them.)

martyn and cleo's deaths at her hands means that now it's just her and scott left. the "ghosts" (the other dead players in spectator mode) and the rules are clear: this game will have only one winner. she turns to face scott, ready to get closure with one final fight and. you know what. im just gonna transcript this.

PEARL: Hi, Scott.

SCOTT: I didn't think it would end this way.

PEARL: [crouching] I honestly didn't have a lot of faith in us.

SCOTT: [crouching] I think... [stands] Pearl, you deserve this more.

PEARL: [stands] Excuse me?! What do you mean?

[Scott jumps up, and places a block of TNT beneath him. Pearl flinches as he does so.]

SCOTT: In the same way... [He takes out a flint and steel, and lights the TNT beneath him]

SCOTT: [Looks up to make direct eye contact with Pearl] Tilly death do us part, Pearl.

PEARL: [panicked] Wait, Scott, what are you doing?

SCOTT: [yelling, almost triumphantly] Tilly death do us part!

PEARL: [at the same time, panicking, rushing towards him] Scott! What are you doing?! SCOTT-

[She is cut off as the TNT explodes underneath Scott, killing him- and, a second later, her. Pearlescentmoon is now the winner of the Double Life SMP.]

tl;dr: she's a very sad and pathetic wet cat who is also an unstoppable, terrifying omen of death (one might even call her. a harbinger of chaos.) she's so lonely but she drives away anyone who might otherwise accept her. she hates scott and wants him to hurt but he's the one person she can't kill and in the end she still cares about him, even though he's cut her off completely. shes so blorbo.

oh my god i love her