#luna noah

[just-ghaleon]

how about those lunar 2 concepts? of any one(s) you like https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/just-ghaleon/730989800799322112

Lunar 2 Concept Outfits Mia, Luna and Jessica be upon ye! Enjoy! :3 (Pose Meme by @mcnuggyy)

[pandorkful]

One of the Lunar things I drew on the most recent stream! mewthemew wanted Lunar characters as Animal Crossing villagers, so I went ape. :3

[fuck1ng-queen]

Laughs and Kisses

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Words: 371

Warnings: drunk talk

Author comments: hey, everyone! How are you all? This is the very first time I post something with Noah (actually this is a new version of this, originally written for a random character). I'm kind of new to Bad Omens fandom so I have a lot to learn with you guys. English isn't my first language, so please, be kind (and if you see something terribly written, pleeease, let me know) I hope you like it!  

You walk through the door laughing and tripping over each other. He removes his cap and tries to put it on the hook by the door, but it just falls to the floor, making you laugh even louder.

"You laughing at me?" he asks and you nod. "Come here..." he calls with his finger, but you just walk away.

"No way" you laugh and throw yourself on the couch.

"But I want to kiss," he says, pouting.

"One kiss," you reply and he nods.

"Okay."

He sits on the couch and you sit on his lap, laughing in that messy way that's more like giggles and crooked kisses that end on each other's chins and cheeks, but never lips.

"My mouth is... here," Noah points to his own lips.

"Wow, yeah, I can see it right... here..." You move onto his lap for the kiss and he groans softly.

"Can we sleep here tonight?" he asks, squeezing your ass.

You stand up, already frustrating him. "I want the bed, Noah. Get up." You start to crawl into the bedroom and he follows you.

"How about some more kissing?" he asks.

You lie down on the bed, while Noah is still walking awkwardly around the room. "Well, for more kissing, you have to come and get it. You have to reach out to me for kissing.”

"Yes, ma'am," he mocks your request, tripping over the sheet on the floor and falling on his face onto the mattress. "Fuck, I might be drunk."

"You think so?”

"Think what?"

All you could do was laugh, he was really super drunk.

"We can do the Spider-Man kiss since you're already upside down the way you're lying on the bed," you say.

"No, you're upside down." He is stubborn, but before he can say anything else, you kiss him. It's a little awkward because he's really kind of upside down, but there's something fun about it.

"I want to kiss you until dawn, can I?" he asks with a drunken, sleepy smile printed all over his face.

"You can kiss me as long as you want, babe," you reply, smiling too, knowing that the dawn Noah wanted would only be until you both fall asleep, anyway.

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[moonlightspencie]

and i’m not how you hoped

Description: “forgive my northern attitude, oh i was raised out in the cold”

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: drugs (reader smokes weed), alcohol consumption, past loss of a child

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: might write a part 2

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Things had been weird. That much was for certain. We both knew there was something happening between us that neither of us wanted to address. Until we did.

What followed were a couple years of… not bliss, but the closest thing we could get to it. He was good to me; too good to me much of the time, if you ask me. But it worked. It was good and comfortable and entirely natural to us.

Though, as I always tended to do, I had to find a reason why it wouldn’t last.

Most of the time, he could reason with me. He was really good at that, actually. Being reasonable, and knowing me well enough to use what makes me tick against me in order to keep me from self-sabotaging.

But, as things always do, it changed. Now, something was weird again. And it was something I didn’t want to talk about. It was something he’d try to figure out, but never quite get.

I sat at the table in our motel room. We went on a case that weekend after Sam had seen something online about a possible werewolf. He’d tried suggesting it as a way to get us to let him help regardless of his still-healing broken arm. All that came of it was us leaving him behind to take care of it. And we did.

I’d gotten into bed, expecting Dean to meet me there after his shower. But, my body seemed to know something was off before I did. I woke up an hour later to see the impala missing.

So, I sat at the table. Waiting.

“You’re back late,” I noted, not looking up.

I didn’t need to. I could smell alcohol and stale cigarette smoke rolling off of him. He’d been at the bar all night, that wasn’t a secret. I just wished I didn’t have to hear him lie about it.

“I needed to go for a drive.”

I looked up at that, simply raising a brow. We both knew he didn’t really mean that. Sure, he’d gone for a drive. But I knew that he’d be going back for the impala in the morning when he thought I wasn’t awake.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking down at his shoes.

“Sorry.”

I nodded. “I know. Just go shower.”

He shuffled into the motel bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him. I settled into bed again shortly afterwards, letting myself drift off the sounds of the water hitting shower tile. I woke in the early morning hours, his bed already empty.

I turned over, seeing the sunlight start to settle over the horizon and give a warm glow to the earth. I cuddled further into the comforter, deciding to close my eyes until I heard the rumble of an engine, the rustling of a take out bag hitting the table, and the mattress creaking under his weight. It all happened as I had preplanned it in my head, and only after all of that did I allow myself to pull my aching body out of the bed and into a stream of hot water.

I closed my eyes, letting it wash over me and bring relief to all of the parts of me that were battered and bruised on the case. Getting slammed into a wall was seldom a fun time. At least this place actually had some water pressure.

We drove down the road in silence, and I stared out the window. He tried a few times to strike up a conversation, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak more than a few words.

Things had been off for a long time. He knew it. I knew it.

It started when I raised concerns about his habits at the bar. It scared me sometimes how he’d drink until he was numb. He’d get back and pass out until the morning. He’d wake up half human. I hated the cycle of it.

But, really, it was more than that. I knew how he was.

What scared me most was that he’d started talking about our future. He’d started planning for when we were done hunting, or at least when we only took smaller cases to pass the time. He told me he wanted to marry me. Not in some big, fancy wedding. He said he wanted our family there, blood and found. He told me I didn’t have to wear a white dress if I didn’t want to, but that he’d love to see it if I chose to do it.

He told me he wanted kids eventually.

I didn’t know what to say at the time, and weeks later I still couldn’t figure it out. There was only one solution in my mind to it all.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he sighed, pulling to the side of the road and whipping the car into park. “Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?”

“Don’t act dumb. You know exactly what.”

I huffed out a breath. “I can’t do this anymore, Dean.”

He was physically taken aback, his stare on me unwavering. He shook his head in disbelief as I tried not to notice.

“Can’t do what, exactly?”

“This. All of it.”

He reached out, a warm hand on my arm.

“Baby.”

“I can’t do it. I can’t lose you. I can’t watch something out there finally get to you. Or Sam. I really can’t watch you drink until you’re dead.”

“I’m doubt that’s going to be the thing to kill me.”

“It’s been every night, Dean. You’re sneaking out to do it.”

“I’m sorry, okay? But I’m not going to kill myself with a beer.”

“That’s not my point, Dean.”

“Whatever the hell your point is, you knew me before we got together. What changed in the past few months other than the fact that I told you I want to be with you for real?”

I sighed, my eyes scanning over my hands in my lap. He knew his answer, regardless of how much I tried to hide it. Part of me hating his method of self-medicating, that’s for sure. But a much larger part was scared of how much I loved him, and even more how much he seemed to love me. The way he could see through me so easily told me as much.

“I thought,” Dean started, shaking his head as he glanced away.

“You thought,” I said, almost as a confirmation that a thought is all it would be.

I watched him as he looked out the window. My heart was pounding in my chest. I knew I was being harsh, but I always told him to be careful getting too close to me. We’d both known too much loss.

“I tried telling you it wouldn’t work, Dean.”

He snapped his head towards me. “So that means you’ll shut me out the second we really get close to— to something real?”

I let out a breath, not able to bring myself to respond.

“Say something! Anything,” he pleaded, trying to mask his pain with anger. It didn’t work well.

“You don’t know what I’ve—”

“Dammit, then tell me,” he said, voice raising even more. “How am I supposed to know if you don’t say anything?”

“Try telling yourself that, Dean,” I replied before I could think.

“The difference is that I’ve opened up to you.”

I fell silent at that, taking a slow breath. He kept his eyes on me through it all, knowing he’d bested me on that point.

“I can’t lose anyone else,” I said quietly.

“You think I don’t know what that’s like?”

“Not like I do,” I stated firmly, looking at him with glassy eyes. “You know part of how I got into all of this.”

“What else?” he asked, voice growing quieter.

“I was twenty, settling down finally after breaking things off with my boyfriend at the time,” I began.

“Right. You were with your parents then.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Uh, but what I don’t tell anyone is that I was pregnant when I moved in with them. That’s why I moved in with them, actually. I could’ve taken care of myself, but I needed help with the baby.”

His faced dropped, and he reached his hand out to hold mine on instinct. I gave it a soft squeeze, appreciating the grounding he gave to me in that moment. He always knew how to calm my nerves, though this time even his hand engulfing mine only provided a tiny amount of comfort.

“Did…” he started, sighing softly. “Did you lose the baby?”

I shook my head, and his hand squeezed mine a little tighter. I didn’t dare look in his direction, turning my eyes outside the window. I looked at the trees blowing in the wind, the clouds passing by, and pretty much anything else that would take my attention away from what I was about to say.

“I had the baby. Her— her name was April,” I stuttered out, quickly wiping away tears as they fell with my free hand. “We got to spend two years together. The first six months were with my parents, and we moved south after that. She was everything to me. I never knew you could love someone that much, you know?”

“I’m so…”

“I know,” I cut him off.

“If I’d have known sooner,” he said, leaving me to figure out the rest.

“Would it really have stopped you from trying?”

“No,” he shook his head. “But I would’ve understood more. I could’ve been more sensitive. I could’ve been there for you.”

“That was ten years ago. You only got to know me a couple years back.”

“That’s not the point.”

“What is the point?”

He brought my knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there.

“You deserve to have someone who’s there for you when you need to talk. Pain doesn’t just go away. Especially— Especially since that kind of pain isn’t like anything else,” he said, keeping my eyes on his.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about, though. You couldn’t understand what I lost.”

“I could still be there for you.”

I snorted out a laugh, and he merely looked at me curiously. I shook my head before I looked at him again.

“When did Dean Winchester become the soft and sensitive one?”

“You’ve given me a run for my money on the whole ‘cold and mysterious’ thing, sweetheart,” he said with a soft smile.

“I’ve won on the unattached part, too.”

His smile faded, a more somber look taking its place.

“You’re still leaving?”

“Telling you my closest secret doesn’t mean I’m obligated to stick around. I think we both know you’re not changing your ways anyhow.”

He nodded slowly, finally dropping my hand. He looked ahead, starting the car and pulling away from the lookout point as if it were any other day.

Each day passed so slowly over the next several months.

I packed up everything I had, though it wasn’t much, and just drove. I didn’t know where to yet at the time, but I needed to clear my head before I made any real decisions. Doing it behind the wheel seemed as good a place as any.

Eventually I found myself going north. It was like a magnetized pull, I couldn’t help myself. I drove and drove until I was in front of an old cabin that I still somehow had the key to.

It was almost the same as I remembered inside. A bit further north from where my parents had lived, but still a slice of home out in the woods. It needed a little work, but then again, so did I. I figured it could be a little project that would help each of us polish up a little.

It was a slow process, but eventually the cabin looked just like it did when I was a kid. It was airy and warm in the summer. And as the fall months rolled in, it was cozy and bright from the blaze in the fireplace.

I picked up old habits as I settled into my new home, needing a little buzz here and there when I wasn’t on the occasional hunt.

I rolled up slowly, methodically, letting it take the same mental place that I knew cleaning a gun would take for Dean. I wondered if he’d be disappointed in me. I wondered if he’d take the smoke from my lips and swallow it down like it was the sweetest autumn air. I took a deep breath, clearing out that air from my head and let the routine take over.

Routine carried me from the small dining table in the cabin, out the back door, onto the wooden deck, and right into an old, rickety rocking chair. The chill in the air seeped into my bones, and I wrapped my jacket closer around my body. I could hear the quiet chirps of a few birds telling me that it was far too late in the season for anyone to really enjoy being around here. But I couldn’t help myself.

Home was home. No matter how much I’d tried to remove myself from it as a kid, I always found my way back. It felt like an odd kind of comfort now. Now that everything has changed so much.

I wondered if April would’ve liked it here. She loved the snow when it came, I knew that much. Maybe she would’ve been able to grow accustomed to a more lingering cold. I wondered what would’ve happened if we’d have stayed with my parents up north. Though I rationalized that thinking about those ‘what-ifs’ would only tear me up. I didn’t know about any of the evil in the world outside of human beings. I couldn’t have done anything better to protect her and I had to force myself to remember that.

I looked out over the small patch of land that wasn’t covered in a blanket of trees. It was overgrown, I could see that well enough. I just didn’t care all that much. I breathed in deep, letting the crisp air fill my lungs. It smelled like pine and rain, with the faint smell of the chimney smoke seeping out of the cabin’s rooftop. The wind carried much of that smell in the opposite direction, much to my dismay. I wished it would come and wash away the smell of a different type of smoke that was soon to come.

I closed my eyes, letting the breeze carry itself over my body. It was growing colder with the fire-orange sky forcing itself into nighttime. I wished the sun would stay with me a little longer. But I was born and bred into the cold, and summer sunshine was always a privilege and blessing. I couldn’t expect it to stick around forever. I put the joint to my lips.

My eyes opened slowly. I lit up the end, letting the smoke slowly fill up my body like I was a hot air balloon and it was the only thing keeping me afloat. I exhaled slowly, watching the cloud float into the sky with the rest of it’s purer siblings.

I thought of Dean again, and this time I allowed myself to indulge for more than a few moments. I wondered what he was doing. Where he was. If there was some case pulling him across the states and even further than he already was from me. I wondered if he was even alive.

Life was dangerous. We all knew that much, and it was almost a comfort. It was hard to feel unprepared for the end of all things when you could recognize that you had a much larger margin for it than most other people. But I worried less for him when it came to being torn apart by werewolves or getting his neck snapped by a demon. I worried more that the bottle would take him long before he’d have a chance to die bloody.

Dying from liver failure seemed to be a much worse fate, I thought.

But, even so, I knew that whatever he was doing, he was probably drinking while doing it. It was another kind of morbid comfort. That wherever he was, I could know that one thing wouldn’t change: he’s been and probably always will be a functioning alcoholic. The bottle would be by his side through everything. Even if I couldn’t.

Maybe Dean wouldn’t really have a right to judge me for smoking. Vices were the things that kept us going when we felt like false virtues were perpetually being forced onto us. If we kept saving the world, maybe we deserved to fuck around a little on the side.

I sat with that for a little while, letting it chill me the same way the air did until my fingers felt the heat from the end of my nightly indulgence. I decided I could go for a cigarette.

Winter came in fast. In hindsight I should’ve known, but I hadn’t lived up north in so long. I pulled a blanket up to my chin as I settled on the couch after dinner, closing my eyes as my body warmed slowly. I’d already had my smoke for the night, and it was still in the process of settling in my body. The night was peaceful. Until there was a loud knock on my door.

I got up quickly, taking my gun from the side table and walking slowly towards the entry way. Nobody was supposed to know I was here, and I certainly wasn’t expecting visitors. I kept my gun behind the door, ready to pull it on whoever stood on the other side.

The door creaked loudly as I pulled it open, but the sound of my heart in my chest was much louder when I saw who was standing on the other side.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said quietly, giving me a lopsided smile.

I let out a breath. “Hey.”

He sighed softly, looking past me into the cabin. I could see in his face he was sizing up the place, trying to see if I was safe enough here. That brain of his was always working, even when it was covert like this. Something people never seemed to see with him.

He’d always been undercut by everyone who knew him. Sammy was the smart one, Dean was just the muscle. But he was so much more than that. He was practically a genius in his own right. The amount he knew about various gods and monsters would blow most other hunters out of the water. All he’d seen and knew amounted to more than someone who spent all their time in a library. I knew that from firsthand experience. He’d shocked me time and time again with all of the facts he’d be able to pull out of thin air.

I stared at him as he took me in, too. He was sizing me up just as much as he’d done to the house. Trying to figure out if I’d been taking care of myself. He had a special talent for reading me in that way.

“How’ve you been?” he finally asked when he had his suspicions in place.

I shrugged. “Same old.”

“You look good.”

He could still make me blush. I stepped backwards, opening the door further.

“Do you want to come in?”

He nodded. “Please.”

I watched him as he walked past me, looking around the place.

“This is nice,” he stated at last, then looked back at me with a soft smile. “Where’d you find this?”

“Uh, it was a place Bobby helped my dad find years ago. I was just a little kid, but this place… It was like Disney World-equivalent.”

He laughed. “Screwed up standards we’ve got. This still looks like magic to me.”

I walked nearer. “It is.”

He fell quiet, giving me that same old look. It never got old, the way his eyes softened and his lips formed the slightest smile. It was almost imperceptible, but I could always tell when it was there.

“I needed to be back home,” I said, glancing around like I was seeing it all with new eyes. “It’s good for me.”

“You always talked like it was the greatest place in the world. I kind of always thought you’d end up back here. At least back in Wisconsin,” he shrugged. “I’m happy for you.”

I put my hands in my pockets. “You thought I’d come back here?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Felt kinda… Like it was supposed to happen. Not fate, just—”

“Inevitable?”

“Yeah.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, something clearly on his mind. I looked off towards the fireplace, noting how it had started to smolder rather than burn. That just wasn’t right.

I walked over abruptly, throwing a few fresh logs onto the pile, standing and staring until it was in a comfortable blaze once more. I let myself feel the warmth through my clothes for a few minutes.

I turned towards Dean again eventually, seeing him still in the same spot like he was stuck in time. I called him over, telling him to get warm by the fire. The winter months weren’t always kind this far up in the state, and he was clearly feeling the chill.

He came to stand next to me, his arm just barely brushed mine, but it still managed to send a spark all the way through my spine. Some things never changed, at least. He held out his hands, letting the fire’s warmth creep all the way up and through his clothes. He let out a soft breath, enjoying the blaze.

“It’s cold up here,” he stated.

“Always told you I grew up cold. Sun sets around 4:30, and the snow comes in hard.”

“What about in the summer?”

“Sweltering and beautiful.”

He laughed quietly, shaking his head after a few seconds. I gave him an amused smirk, looking up at him.

“What are you laughing about?”

He shrugged. “Grew up cold, but it’s still sweltering and beautiful. Just sounds a lot like you.”

I swallowed, not responding. We stood at the fireplace a minute longer before I finally found words to say. Probably the wrong ones.

“You smell like the bar,” I stated quietly.

“You smell like smoke,” he retorted.

I hummed. “Not much else to do up here in the dead of winter.”

I walked towards the couch, settling into the cushions and letting my body melt. He watched me as I did, waiting until I was comfortable to sit beside me. He let out a long, soft sigh.

“You could always come back. Hunt with us.”

I didn’t respond. Once again.

I saw him watching me out of the corner of my eye. His arms were crossed over his chest, but even with his guarded appearance, I knew he was desperately wanting to open up. There was something on his mind, I just couldn’t quiet tell what it was.

“We miss you,” he said at last. “It’s not the same without you. And I don’t want to pull you away from all this, I just—”

He let out a breath again, though this time it was much heavier. I took a chance and turned my head to see him in full. He no longer looked all calm, cool, and collected. I could see it in his face. He was deeply uncomfortable with what he was saying, but he couldn’t quite stop himself from saying it anyways. He swallowed, looking down at his hands in his lap before he continued his thought.

“I’d really like it if you could come with sometimes. You don’t have to stay all the time, but I— me and Sammy… We just really miss you.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Dean.”

He nodded solemnly, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. I watched him for a moment, only speaking when I realized he wasn’t planning on saying anything else.

“I’m better off here. Sometimes I’ll grab a case if it’s nearby, but I’m pretty much as out as a hunter can get right now. And besides, everything that happened with…” I trailed off, looking away when he turned his head towards me. “Well, you know.”

He swallowed. “I know.”

We were quiet for a moment, a million thoughts running through my head and probably his. He looked at me for a moment.

“What changed?”

I raised a brow. “What didn’t?”

He smiled to himself a little, tilting his head down almost shyly. It still sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach when he smiled like that.

“You never really wanted to leave the life. Now you kind of have.”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I don’t know, I guess it just— Hunting all the time like that just isn’t for me anymore, I guess. Things change.”

He sighed softly. “You know, I really don’t drink much anymore. I did tonight, but that’s mostly because I was terrified to see you.”

I looked at him, catching his eye quickly. I didn’t know what to say, and it was clear after a moment that he didn’t either.

“Where’s Sam?” I asked after another beat of silence.

“He stayed behind. Wanted to give me some space.”

I nodded.

We both turned, looking into the flames of the fireplace for a while. It was quiet again, but a bit less uncomfortable, now. He breathed slowly, the rhythm of his chest rising and falling calming me down. Several minutes passed just like that. Peaceful silence.

I felt the cushion he was on shift a bit eventually. Little by little his hand moved towards mine. And I let it happen. I even opened my hand to his when his palm finally covered my fingers entirely.

I heard his breath change at last, one big sigh let out, as our fingers intertwined. I’m sure my breath sounded a tiny bit erratic, but I’m certain the effects of the weed were helping to calm any nerves I’d be feeling. That what I tried telling myself, even as I turned my head towards him and opened my mouth to speak.

“Do you need someplace to crash?”

“No, I have a room.”

I breathed in. “Will you stay anyways?”

He froze up for a few seconds. Then…

“Always.”

[egret-orchids]

i have this sort of weird 'true timeline' au for an alternate ending to the umbrella academy. feel free to ask about this i am open to yapping.

it's basically just taking the canon ending and this comic by @/twobraincells-art and sort of creating an au in the actual original timeline where everything was okay.

seeing as in the canon ending you see lila's family, claire, and diego and lila's kids, it makes me think that yes, the rest of the hargreeves all exist in this 'correct' timeline, but we don't see them on screen.

the best way i can explain this is with the cliche of 'oh it was all a dream', but in actuality i think it's more 'they woke up in the right timeline and everything was okay again'. they react pretty similarly to lila when she gets back home after spending seven years in the subway with five. just. unexplained sobbing/clinging to family.

luther has sloane again and they live in the academy building, except now it's properly renovated into a family home. they eventually have a daughter. her name is luna.

diego and lila find themselves happy with each other, happy with their children. grace is nearly ten now. the twins (noah and coco) are nearly seven. they're happy in their little family bubble.

allison's back with ray, and they're so in love it's like he never left. claire loves her stepdad as if he were her actual father. the three of them are happy. they desperately want a child together, but allison's hesitant. ray suggests they adopt. that's how they welcome damien into the family.

klaus gets sober. it's not like last time. he didn't need the harrowing experience of realising his mortality to push him to put in the effort. he's got a support system now. and he was so, so proud to get that one day chip. he struggles, obviously. but he's got good people, and he knew now he had a shoulder to cry on whenever he needed it. allison was there for him. claire watched movies with him in his (no longer bubble-wrapped) room, and damien asked a million questions. ray's practically his brother. and through a series of events he'd rather not actively think about, he finds happiness with them. and charlotte. god, he'd give that little girl the world and more.

five manages. he spends some time at viktor's, then luther's, and there's that period of time where he was ben's roommate until his brother moved out with jennifer. he gets by. finds work at a diner, then he works with a guy eerily similar to elliott. it's nice. he can finally relax.

nobody really knows where ben went. he was still with jennifer, but nobody's talked to either of them in years, and maybe that's for the best.

viktor goes back to his bar. he meets rosaline there. she moves in with him at his offering when he finds out she's being evicted. he meets her kid, frances. they're great. viktor propose to rosa on her birthday. she says yes.

they don't see each other much over the four years they've been apart since the cleanse disaster. the next celebration to bring them together is grace's tenth birthday and then christmas. but who knows how that'll go.

[monochrome-cropcrown]

Excuse me I just see your blog and I haven’t caught up at all to the Jack spin off, BUT WHAT BRO NOAH IS 14-?!😟

According to my and other's calculations, it seems so 😭💀

Anne (20 y.o) met Arthur (18 y.o) and spent time together for more than a month. That 3rd panel is when they fell in love, probably resulting in them doing the cha cha, resulting in Anne being pregnant with Noah.

It stated that the day or a few after the cha cha, Arthur left Anne and disappeared. Keep in mind that Arthur didn't know that Anne was pregnant with him. In the spending of 10 years, Anne seemed to turn her life around after giving birth to Noah. Helping the orphans in the slums, adopting Luna and the other kids, etc.

After the ten years, they finally meet again at the park. This is where Arthur killed Anne. At this time, Noah is obviously 10/9 y.o (Luna is probably way younger).

It stated multiple times that she died 5 years prior the current timeline.

Which means, 10/9 y.o Noah + 5 years of revenge plotting and building Mother Goose = 15/14 y.o current Noah.

We don't have a specific date on when these and the current story is happening, but all that we can say it happened in the 1888s.

In conclusion, him and Luna are underage, depressed children. So I better not see anyone ship them with Jack or any other characters.

[nothwell]

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A character is hurt. A character is comforted. It’s all about vulnerability on today’s episode where we explore one of our favorite tropes: hurt/comfort! (Called “whump” in some circles.) From the cathartic reader experience of seeing beloved characters looked after and cared for to the versatility of a writing tool that enables characters to open up, form new bonds, and show sides of themselves they may have otherwise kept hidden. Plus, our best recommendations for media that does hurt/comfort so right.

Luna Daye (she/her) is the author of The Thoraius Saga and the Fated Fae series. You can connect with her at her website: www.lunadaye.com

Noah Hawthorne @noahhawthorneauthor (he/they), also writing as Aelina Isaacs, is the author of the Adventures in Levena series (beginning with Phantom and Rook) and the stand alone novel The Rebel Foxes. You can connect with him at their website: neshamapublishing.com

Sarah Wallace (they/she) is the author of the Meddle & Mend series (beginning with Letters to Half Moon Street) and co-author of the Fae & Human Relations series (beginning with Breeze Spells and Bridegrooms). You can connect with them at their website: sarahwallacewriter.com

S. O. Callahan (she/her) is the author of the Fella Enchanted duology and co-author of the Fae & Human Relations series (beginning with Breeze Spells and Bridegrooms). You can connect with her on Instagram: @s.o.callahan

Sebastian Nothwell (he/him) is the author of Oak King Holly King, Mr Warren’s Profession, and Fiorenzo. You can connect with him at his website: sebastiannothwell.com

[ask-my-spooky-month-ocs]

Hello and welcome to my Spooky Month OC ask blog! You can ask anything as long as it is appropriate. Info and ref sheets of who you can ask questions to are below the cut.

Luna and Gabby

Luna wears the gold Comedy mask

Gabby wears the grey Tragedy mask

They are twins

They are 16 years

Gabby has a therapist for reasons she doesn't specify because she hangs out with seven and eight year olds (Skid, Pump and some of my other OCs)

Luna is very protective over Gabby

Gabby is the older twin

Hannah

Hannah is the youngest of her friend group at 6 years old

Hannah can and will cause problems if she feels like the atmosphere in her friend group is too sad for her taste, she does this to try to make them laugh

Her sister and her father helped her pick out her costume and even help her fix it if the wings or halo break

Has a slingshot that she likes to use to shoot pebbles and small rocks at Roy, her sister made it for one of her previous birthdays

Elizabeth and Charles

They are both 7 years old (twins)

Roy may call them little shits for their antics but he loves his baby siblings

Carmen helps Elizabeth put on her makeup before she leaves to hang out with her friends

They have nicknames (Liz or Lizzie, Charlie) but they can't be used in the presence of their parents

Sophie, Sally and Sam

Sophie is religious

Sally is Trans

Sam loves to skateboard

Sophie is 16 years old, Sally and Sam are both 15 years old

Sophie works at the Candy Club with Kevin, she also babysits from time to time

Sally comes from a weathly family but not many know that

They are members of the Hatz gang but don't like participating in bullying people or stealing

Sophie pays for the stuff the boys steal

Sophie always carries a rosary

Sophie can sleep in the most uncomfortable of places if she's tired enough or just doesn't care (ex. Taking a power nap on the break room table in the Candy Club)

Anya, Antonio and Gabe

Anya and Antonio are Gabby and Luna's Parents

Gabe is Sam and Hannah's father

Anya is Russian

Antonio is Spanish

Gabe is American

All of them are in their mid-thirties

Anya has to use a cane because of a childhood accident

Antonio is a doctor

Gabe is an accountant

Antonio has the nickname Tony

Anya is best friends with Lila and Jaune

Antonio is best friends with Ross' dad Aaron

Antonio and Anya are wealthy but live humbly

Gabe is friends with Rosemary and Arthur

Lucy, Rosemary and Arthur

Lucy is Sophie's mother

Rosemary and Arthur are Sally's parents

Lucy is religious

Rosemary and Arthur are nice people which surprised Sally's friends who were expecting them to be like Roy's parents

Lucy is a secretary but often does odd jobs around town for more money (she has money struggles)

Lucy is best friends with Lila and Jaune

Rosemary and Arthur are friends with Gabe

Rosemary is a former ballet star and is currently a ballet teacher

Other OCs:

Spook (you can ask her questions)

Circe (occasional answers)

Grigori/The Eternal Watcher (occasional answers)

Noah Flores (occasional questions)

Camila (you can ask him questions)

Jane Doe (you can ask her questions)

Charity Nightingale (you can ask her questions)

Evangeline (you can ask her questions)

[just-ghaleon]

@bunanasticker I'm sorry this took me so long!!! Please enjoy Luna and Mia catching up over tea!!!! <3<3<3

[noahhawthorneauthor]

For this week's book rec post, I'm turning it over to you. What are your favorite queer indie books?

This is only part of my indie collection, in fact most of these belong to my fellow hosts of the Right Here, Write Queer podcast. I have two shelves dedicated to indies, but some of my favorites like the Monstrous Series by Lily Mayne I've only read in ebook form and haven't collected in print. Yet.

I've also listened to a good deal in audiobook format, which over the past couple of years has become my second favorite way to read, with print being the first. The Perilous Court series by Tavia Lark was fantastic, along with Exhale and Bleed by Joel Abernathy and perhaps all my all time favorite, the Fire and Brimstone series by Nikole Knight.

There are so many more, and so many left to read. Which brings me back to my original question. What's your favorite?

[paperfriendd]

Did invite people over to celebrate. Everyone talked most of the time while Poppy cleaned up after em all.

[fuck1ng-queen]

By candlelight

Noah Sebastian x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Words: 2k

Warnings: husband and wife, handjob (m receiving), blowjob (m receiving), taking care of your man 

Author comments: hi! how are you all? i'd like to say i'm completely happy for how my first fic in bad omens fandom was so well received, you're all too kind and sweet and i apreciate that SO much! this time i did something with an extra spice because the first one was more fluffy, i hope you like it too. my ask box is always opened for requests and everything else, fell free to talk, i'll love it! english isn't my first language, so please, be kind (if you see something written really terrible, let me know).

When you married Noah Sebastian, you knew things would be tough, but you only figured out how hard it could be the first time you woke up alone. His work used to take him away from home for days, weeks sometimes, and it was always painful to be away from him. In the last few days time seemed to be even more cruel, and even though you were trying to distract yourself from this feeling, time was passing bizarrely slowly. Saturday had finally arrived and you couldn’t help feeling happy, but anxious too.  

You woke up and checked your phone with a tender message from Noah, he was excited to finally meet you at night. You decided to let everything comfortable to receive your husband, changing bed sheets, perfuming the air and preparing something he liked to eat. You picked up the phone hurried to listen to his voice. 

“Honey, I’m home in an hour, okay? Looking forward to see you.” Although the height and eyes made him look serious, mysterious and sometimes even scary, he was a sweet man, caring and totally in love with you. 

"I'll be waiting for you, babe, please don't run down the road" you requested before saying goodbye and hanging up the call. 

You wanted to feel good, relaxed and ready to receive your husband, but you didn't have enough time to take a long bath, the kind you considered a true ritual. However, nothing would change your mood and your expectation of having the warmth of your man's body next to you in bed tonight. 

You took a shower and got dressed to finally receive him. When you opened the door, it seemed so long since you had seen him that you seemed to have forgotten what he looked like; his skin, hidden by several tattoos, had a beautiful tone, the color of his unshaven mustache matched him, and his brown eyes were warm and inviting. That was Noah Sebastian, your particular prince charming, once again returning to you.   

You hugged him standing on tiptoe to wrap your arms around your husband's neck, taking a deep breath and feeling at home again with the familiar smell. His embrace was as warm as summer, as chilling as the autumn wind, as warm as a spring afternoon, and as sheltering as a home in the harsh winter. Noah fit all the seasons of your life, after all. 

"My angel, how are you? I missed you so much." Noah held your face to seal calm, passionate kisses over and over again, happy to finally be back. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion. 

"Baby, you have no idea how empty this house is without you, how empty I am without you." 

Noah led you by the hand into the couple's bedroom and sat you on the bed, sitting down next to you and looking into your eyes. 

"You shouldn't feel empty without me, you are a wonderful woman and complete on your own. I’d love it if you could see yourself the way I see you: beautiful, loving, strong and complete.” 

He slid onto the bed so he could rest his head on the pillow, slapping his hand on his shoulder, inviting you to stay with him. 

"Noah, I don't even know what to say with you treating me like this, you take care of me so much and I can't even take care of you as much as you do to me" you commented, nestling into your husband's chest. 

"You already take care of me so much, you don't need to reward anything, it's not a competition" he said with his eyes closed. 

Noah took a deep breath and yawned, it wasn't easy to drive for hours straight, even more with the highway being exactly the same all the way, hypnotic for those behind the wheel. You leaned on your own elbow, preparing to move closer to his face and draw a line of kisses from his neck to his mouth, while snaking your hand down his chest under his shirt. 

"Shit" he said between kisses "I didn't want to be so tired, I wanted to come and enjoy the time with you, you know" he commented, feeling a little shy about being exhausted even to make love with his wife. "I really want to, but... I need to take some rest, or I won't be able to make up for our lost time in the way you deserve." 

"Oh, Noah..." you giggled "You're irresistible when you're out of sorts, you know that? Stay there." You smacked his lips. "I'll take care of you." 

Noah saw you going to the bathroom, and by the sounds of it, you were doing something. You called out to him, and he lazily got out of bed to find you. Entering the bathroom he could see what you had prepared within minutes: the lights were off and the only brightness came from three candles, making the bathroom lightly lit and very cozy; the air smelled of something calming and relaxing... Chamomile, lavender perhaps? Noah didn't understand any of it, but it smelled really good. 

You were leaning over the sink looking at him in the reflection of the mirror. His gaze, although curious about what was going on, became even more sexy in the warm light from the flickering flames. You approached slowly without taking your eyes from his and, opening his belt, said: 

"I know you are tired, you don't have to feel bad for not paying attention to me right now. For now, let me give you some attention." 

You kissed his lips, undoing the button and unzipping his pants. You bent down to remove his socks, allowing you to continue undressing him. He thought it amazing how sexy you could be even doing something as simple as taking off his socks, without breaking eye contact and with your skin glistening in the dim light. Even though he was exhausted, he felt his cock throbbing inside his clothes. Damn, if he wasn't almost asleep on his feet he'd probably fuck you against the sink just to watch your face twitch with pleasure in the reflection. However, he just let you continue. You grabbed his pants and underwear and helped him to get rid of them. You stood up again and pulled on his sweaty T-shirt, making him instinctively lift his arms so you could slip them over his arms.  

 You picked up the phone and chose some music, playing it in a slow rhythm, making everything even more relaxing. You unzipped your dress beside your body and he watched it slowly fall to the floor, leaving you in a bra and tiny shorts. You stepped into the shower, pinned up your hair, and turned on the water, calling out to him with your forefinger. 

"Baby..." Noah moved closer without being able to avoid touching his dick and squeezing it lightly. 

"Shh" you whispered. 

You pulled him in by the hand, getting wet and guiding him under the water. Noah groaned, the water was at such a good temperature that his muscles seemed to thank for the caress. For a second he even forgot where and with who he was, he just closed his eyes and let that relaxation wash over him. He felt your hands slipping through his hair lathering, down to his neck and shoulders, squeezing the tense areas before moving to his arms and large hands.  

He opened his eyes and watched your hands running over the dozens of designs on his skin, massaging his back, his chest, and pumping his cock once or twice slowly, just to tease him a little. You guided him close to the water, where you rinsed him off and held his face to stand on tiptoe and give him one more kiss on his lips, turning off the water after that. Noah came out of the shower dripping with water and you came right over with a towel to help him dry off. He took the sweatpants and an old t-shirt that you had separated for him and got dressed, impatient to get into bed. 

He went to the bed, lying down in a crooked way. You laid down as well after drying yourself off, kissing him and holding his broad shoulders. Noah ran his hands around your waist, enjoying the lazy sensual feeling it was bringing him, mixed with his tiredness. You slowly scratched his chest, listening to your husband moan softly in pleasure. You positioned yourself, hinting that you would pull down the elastic band of his sweatshirt where it was easy to see that he was getting hard. 

"Baby, you don't have to do this," Noah said. Even saying that, he laid his head on the pillow, seeming to want just the opposite. 

"I don’t have to, I'm doing it because I want to. Relax and let me give you a cuddle, okay?" You smiled, looking at him fondly and pulling his pants down so that you could pull his cock out. 

You stopped to pay attention to the vision that filled your eyes. Your husband was beautiful, and although you had seen him naked several times before, he was gorgeous now. It was probably a mixture of horniness and longing. Taking care of him made him feel vulnerable, and you loved that. You placed your palm on his tummy, moving it gently over his still slightly damp body from the shower. Heavens, you had missed every bit of him. Noah's eyes were almost closed, but they were still looking at you eagerly, smiling and waiting for what you would do next.  

You guided your hand to your husband's cock, wrapping it around him. Noah groaned and closed his eyes tightly, marking slight wrinkles on his face. He was beginning to get drunk in delight. 

"My love..." You whispered against his skin sensually, your voice breaking the silence of the room. "I missed you so much..."  

Noah opened his eyes slowly to answer, but what would he answer after the provocative sight of you holding his sex with a smile on your face? 

"Baby, please..." 

You satisfied his wish, masturbating his cock slowly, letting your fingers run along Noah's entire length. Sometimes you increased the pressure just to hear his voice goes deep, moaning with pleasure, and watch his lip being bitten in a delicious sight. 

Watching Noah playing with his own lips almost made you lose concentration. You were very horny too, after all. It was delicious to stimulate him, to hear his groans, to hear his breathing getting faster and deeper, to see how his hips arched with the threat of cum. You distributed wet kisses on his groin and bit the inside of his thigh, loving to see how his skin shivered. You held his cock, staring at him in the most mischievous way you could. 

Noah's eyes were getting darker than usual and glowing in a silent pleading. You took the message by running your tongue all over his cock. He struggled not to moan so loudly when you put him in your mouth, swallowing him as far as you could. He closed his eyes, gripping the sheet tightly. You sucked him quickly, wrapping your tongue around him and scratching your teeth lightly, not missing Noah's delighted expression for a second. How could he have imagined that he would come home after weeks and be greeted by a candlelight shower and an incredible oral? He didn't know how much he was in need of something like this. 

"Relax and cum." You sucked one ball at a time calmly and ran your tongue over the tip, sucking his cock afterwards, fitting your mouth on it and feeling his hips having uncontrolled spasms. 

"Fuck, baby... I..." Noah moaned, cumming hard and filling your mouth with his warm liquid. You didn't seem to mind, licking your own lips after tasting your husband's flavor. Wow, you were missing that. "Baby..." 

You put his cock back inside his sweatshirt and moved closer to kiss him. He was sweaty and sighing. 

"You can rest now, baby." You turned off the light at the side of the bed and nestled against Noah's chest, rolling lazily against his hips. 

"But..." He softly moaned into your neck. “You sure?” 

"You take care of me tomorrow, okay? Get some rest."  

Noah surrendered to the bed, hugging you and resting his large tattoed hand on your breast, deep breathing one last time.  

"Yes, baby, I'll take care of you tomorrow." 

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[huntsvillegossip]

Hello, hello my little lovelies,

So much to catch up on these days! Everyone all at once seemed to have some type of news to share with me. 

You all know being on the ice is meant to keep us all cool and level-headed, right? There were so many punches thrown at the ice skating event, not just once, not even twice, but three whole times. Eagan Connolly punched Huntsville Daily’s very own Samuel Ahn over what was reportedly, and unsurprisingly, something to do with that missing brother of hers again. If she keeps that attitude up no one is going to be willing to assist her. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, sweetheart. 

Seeming to take a cue from her is that wildchild from the Westfall family, Esther Westfall, who is just as short tempered as ever. They were seen punching one Eldon Harcourt, though he seemed to take it decently well, and didn’t engage into a full brawl. The same can’t be said for Joey Albright who fully attacked Louis Ryan and had to be pulled off him. Not exactly the behavior you’d expect from everyone’s favorite heartthrob but it seems love makes fools of us all. Let’s just hope that Hope Macgillivray is worth it. 

However, not everyone at the ice skating party was quick to come to blows. It seems that there are at least some of you who would rather make love than war. Jackson Miller was spotted getting cozy with Lavender Parsons, ending in what was apparently quite the steamy kiss, if my sources are to be believed. Now I know that some readers may be scandalized by this news, but I for one think it is wonderful that after everything she went through with her mother’s disappearance last year, Miss Parsons seems to be coming into her own as a young woman. All I can say is, be careful out there, men of Huntsville! There’s a new heartbreaker on the rise.

Here’s a toast to one town event being mostly a success with no serious incidents. Hopefully this is the start of a new and lighter year for all of us. 

Love,

Auntie G

That older ranger guy is like, always at the bar. Smells like a bar too. Really harshes the vibe, you know? - Day Drinker

I've been seeing Amber Ryan and Noah Kasprak head off to his place a lot lately. I wonder how her siblings feel about her sleeping around with her co-worker. Seems pretty irresponsible to me considering the family's history. - Anon (25F)

So I was minding my business, when I heard Marisol de la Luna was holding some guy’s tarantula? Is that a new euphemism the kids are using or what? Here’s hoping history doesn’t repeat itself or she’ll end up like her mom did senior year. - Think of the Children

Geez, never a dull day with the Romeros. Heard another one of Hawk’s kids came popping out of the woods. Sora Griffon? At this rate, he’s gonna have a whole flock of ‘em. Hope his new hubby is ready to play Brady Bunch. - Town Bird Watcher

Nico Garcia has been going around saying he’s going to be a dad? I wonder who he knocked up. Could be half the town from the way he’s been getting around. I heard that within the past couple months he’s been hooking up with Val Moreno, Kirby, Nadine Briggs, Jessie Sinclair, Wren Romero, Cole Cerulli, Jovi DiCamillo, and Tatum Hampton, to name just a few! - Anon (33M)

[sparklingwatermelo]

Broken things, I am a broken person, I’ve been through to much to call my self whole…but somehow when I’m with you I feel a little less shattered. You piece me back together even when parts of me are lost for ever, somehow you still find a way, I don’t know what I did to deserve you Luna. But you…you are my everything, I hope you know that.

“My everything. You’re… you are my everything too, Harry.” Luna says tears trailing down her face.

“Everything Luna, Always.” He whispers.

[monochrome-cropcrown]

I want to vomit genuinely. I'm feeling nauseous

I only just recovered the last chapters written in French, because they were not available in English, then I checked Noah's wiki page and discovered that he is 14 years old, I want to throw up

I want to cry and throw up

To think he experienced that at a young age is actually quite disturbing. I get that Iizuka sensei tries to depict the brutality and suffering of people at that time.

But like- This is the problem for like 99% of anime and mangas. If you create a character, at least make them LOOK like their age??? What do you mean THIS

IS A 14/15 YEAR OLD???

This is the case with Tokyo Revengers back then 💀🫠 If he's like in his 20s, it'll actually make a lot more sense.