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MADS MIKKELSEN SIGNED MY HANNIBAL BODY PILLOW 💖💖💖
Thanks ECCC, for another wonderful Hannibal Reunion Weekend! ❤️ I had an absolutely lovely time with Mads and Hugh, and all my awesome Fannibal friends! Always so sad when it’s over, but very grateful for all the fun memories. Here are a few fun highlights!


I gifted Mads some caramels and he smiled and goes “Oh, are these chocolates?” I told him they were handmade caramels and he was like “Ooh!”, held up the box and did this cute smoochy kiss at it and then gave it to his handler (Steven again!) to add to his gift stash. 🎁
I asked him to sign a few figures for me and that I would have another new Embarrassing Thing for him later. (“Alright, then!”) I was sheepish about it and said “I hope you don’t mind…!” and he was like “I don’t mind at all, bring it on!” and did this Gimme Gimme hand motion. 😆


I told him it was maybe about as weird as The Boobies (the Hannibal mousepad), but he was totally fine with that so maybe it wasn’t a big deal. 🤣 He smiled and said “🎵~You’re The Booby Girl~🎵!” and I just started laughing and said “Why yes I am!” 😌
The fact that Mads Mikkelsen knows me as The Booby Girl is a title I will wear with pride.
“The Girl With the Tiddies” and “Chicago Girl”, he called me at RDC6.
'Tis an honor, sir~ 🤣
I told him I appreciated his tolerance for my nonsense and he smirked, “I bet your family does, too.” 😏 TERRIBLE MAN. 🤣 I got a selfie with him and he gave me a fist bump and a “see ya later”~ ❤️

The Hannibal Panel itself was, as usual, WONDERFUL. Mads & Hugh are just fantastic! Their chemistry and friendship really shines through in their easy way of chatting with each other, and it’s always such a joy to see them interacting and chatting about our favorite series. ❤️




I’m not going to do a whole write-up about it as the panel is viewable online, and others have posted far better quality photos than any of mine came out. I’m always doing my very best to ‘live in the moment’ during the panels because I just want to take it all in as best I can!
For my photo ops Mads was so sweet! ❤️ When I came up, he turned to me and goes “There she is! C’mere~” and held his arms open and did this cute beckoning hand gesture to bring me over, and let me hug him for the photo ❤️☺️

When I asked him to sign my Hannibal pillow case he goes “Let’s do it, give it here, let’s go! 😤💪🏻 *gimme gimme hand gestures again* No hesitance at all, no weird looks, he was all in 🤣 What a seriously great sport! 💖


He also signed some of my art for me (which I gifted him as well) and he said they were very nice~ 🥹💖


I later went for my duo photo with Mads and Hugh and when it got to my turn and Mads saw me, he again goes “Oh, here she is!” and did his cute customary beckoning hand motions, and Hugh gave me a big smile “Hello!” ❤️

Eryn later gifted me her photo op as she was stuck in the Summit building and couldn’t make it back to the Arch in time for a pic, so she was like “HERE, GO” and so I was able to sneak in a bonus solo photo at, literally, the very last minute before Mads left.
Mads was just chilling in the chairs with his handlers, and I told him “my friend was supposed to be here but she couldn’t make it in time, so she gave me her ticket.” Mads grinned “Well then it will just be the 2 of us this time, c’mere” and let me give him a big hug again. 🥹
I had a few more really memorable and funny interactions with him but this post is getting long enough so those are posted on my patreon. My lucky patrons can read all my Mads Mikkelsen squealing and gushing over there. 🤣 (You guys get to see him basically call me TINY haha 🤣)
I also had a few interactions with Hugh which were very chill and nice! ❤️ I asked him to sign my art and gifted him a print as well and he was very sweet. He doesn’t see my silly face as often as Mads so I don’t think he recognizes me at all, but he is always kind and courteous!


I also managed to get Gina Torres to sign my Hannibal book! She is absolutely radiant in person, and I told her that her Bella was just heartbreaking in the show. She agreed, and said she kept hoping she'd beat him (Hannibal, at his game), but... 💔 Very lovely woman.

I also got to see my sweet friend Tia Ballard a few times! Mads & Hugh didn't arrive until Saturday so I haunted Tia whenever I had a chance on Thursday and Friday when she wasn't too busy. She is just the SWEETEST. So sweet, so lovely, so talented! A really radiant soul. 💖

The rest of the con was just a whirlwind of fun with Fannibal friends! The Hannibal Meat Up went wonderfully, so many folks attended and we had a great time! Various Fannibal groups came and went throughout the hour. Lots of gift exchanges and chatting. Thank you for coming! 💖




Overall, a very fun con, as always! I do hope there will be more opportunities again in the future, and that I will be blessed and lucky enough to partake and see everyone again. ❤️
ALSO BONUS: Eryn, her husband and I went and got the most EXTRA hot pot we could 🥩🥘🍲🤣

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End Game 1
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn't go exactly as planned.
Characters: Andy Barber
Note: get ready for the hate.
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The tunnel lights up ahead of you, revealing the cubic rock walls as you plant torches in your stead. The eerie soundtrack of night time and the ominous groan of zombies looming somewhere in the cave have you uptight. Silently, you press on, digging and mining mindlessly, fingers mashing the buttons on your controller.
“Hey, where are you?” Jacob’s voice startles you.
You nearly forgot you’re playing co-op. You sniff and shake your head, cursing aloud as your shock has you succumbing to the arrow of a sneaky skeleton. You sigh as your possessions scatter and you spawn back in your bed.
“Back home,” you say glumly, “just ate it.”
“Ah, damn,” his deep voice rolls in your noise-cancelling headset, “sorry, hope that wasn’t me.”
“No, I wasn’t paying attention,” you hum and sigh.
“Ah,” he accepts and lets silence linger before he clicks his tongue, “what’s going on? Everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you put the controller down, your avatar sitting on the geometric bed, “I just...” you stretch your neck and massage your scalp around the thick band of the headset, “got a lot on my mind.”
“Right. I thought you were all done exams,” he says.
“I am, but... packing. Going home. I called my old boss and turns out I’m not gonna have a job this summer. Gotta start over,” you yawn and rub your eyes, “what about you? Final exam tomorrow?”
“Uh... yeah,” he hesitates as if he forgot. You do wonder why he isn’t cramming right now. You could never play minecraft all night the day before a final. “Easy stuff. I’m not worried.”
You scoff. You wish you could say the same. All you’ve done is worry those last two weeks. Exams, getting home, getting a job. Your grandmother won’t very happy to find out you’ll be slumming it for a while. At least you tucked away some money through the semester.
“Hey, if you need a few bucks...” Jacob offers.
“What? Are you crazy? No way,” you exclaim, “really, no, I couldn’t. I’ll be fine. I just... I hate looking for jobs. You know how it is. Friggin awkward.”
“It’s not a big deal. My dad sent me my birthday money so...”
“Uh uh,” you deny him again, “that’s way too much. I couldn’t-- we haven’t even met.”
“Mm, yeah, about that,” he exhales into his microphone, “I, uh, got an extra ticket to this Con. I figured out that’s it like the midway point between us so...”
“A con? Oh, wow--”
“Yeah, but I get that it would be expensive so maybe I could pay for your trip?”
“Jacob,” you wiggle the controller restlessly, “I can't accept that. It’s so nice but... it’s a lot.”
“I wouldn’t offer it was too much,” his voice is soft, meek, and defeated. You feel bad but you would feel worse taking advantage of his kindness. “We’ve been talking all year. I just figured it would be a good chance to meet up. It would be in public and something we both like so...”
You scratch your neck as it speckles with heat. You don’t know what’s more insulting; yes or no.
“Can I think about it?” You ask thinly.
The line is quiet. You look at the screen and it goes dim from your idling. You hit the analog stick and fix your headphones.
“Jacob?” You murmur.
“Sure, think about it,” he says, his voice raspy and rocky. It’s strange. You’ve seen him in pictures and his voice doesn’t really match his appearance. He sounds a lot older than he looks. “It’s next month so lots of time.”
“I’m sorry,” you cringe. “I just wouldn’t want to waste your money.”
“Trust me, it wouldn’t be a waste,” he insists, “this last year has sucked. So much. You got me through it all.” His microphone scuffs, “studying, exams, all that stuff. It’s tough making new friends. Seems like everyone here knows each other from high school.”
“Yeah, totally,” you agree.
You’re not exactly the most popular person. You have people you know in each class but not too many friends you hang out with outside the lecture hall or library. So far, not too many people want to spend hours mining digital gold or racing cartoon characters around a rainbow track.
“Well, you should probably get some sleep,” you yawn, “you got your big exam and... I gotta keep packing. Gotta catch the greyhound tomorrow night.”
“Sure, uh, yeah, right,” his disappointment is potent, “hey, will you text me when you get home? Just so I know you made it.” He snorts, “god, I sound like my dad right now.”
“Oh, of course,” you chirp back, “I’ll try to remember. Might be late.”
“That’s fine. Just as long as you let me know.”
“Don’t worry about me,” you assure him, “not ‘til I have to face my grandma. Ha.”
“Yeah, good luck with that,” he says, “well... er...”
“Good night,” you finish for him, “let me know how the exam goes too.”
“Will do,” his timbre gets even lower, “night.”
You sign off and shut down the console. Another yawn flows through you and waters in your eyes. You should sleep, you got a long day waiting for you, but you know it won’t be easy. Not with so much on your mind, not least of all, Jacob’s invitation.
🎮
You text Jacob as you get on the bus, to make sure he doesn’t worry. It’s so sweet that he does, even some of your girlfriends don’t bother that much. Not that you mind the ‘hey, bitch’ Janet sends you every now and again to make sure you’re still alive.
You fall asleep on the bus. You’ve never been one to sleep while travelling but you’re exhausted from a night of anxious tossing and turning. After spending all day packing up the last of your things and scouring your dorm room, you’re beat to hell.
It’s midnight as you get to your grandmother’s house. She’s up reading another Stephen King classic in her rocking chair. She’s always been a night owl and a voracious book hound. She grumbles at you but doesn’t bother to ask how your trip was.
“Hey, grandma,” you hike up your bag and smile.
She growls again, eyes not leaving the page. You should know better by now not to interrupt her. You shoulder on and head down to the spare room where you spent most of your high-school career. You shut the door gently as the old hardwood floors creak with your weight and you drop your bag on the squeaky bed.
You fish out your phone and plug it in as the battery flashes red with only two percent left. You leave it on the night table and stretch out, not bothering to change out of your hoodie and jeans. It’s not long before you descend back into the same dreams that marked your journey home.
You wake up to buzzing. Your phone shakes the nightstand, rattling it against the bed frame. You groan and roll onto your side, reaching blindly for offending object. You hit the side button to dismiss the call.
You blink away the bleariness and focus on the screen. Along with the missed call are several text messages. You squint as you expand the notifications. Jacob! You forgot to message.
‘Hey, you home?’
‘Checking in. Must be busy getting settled in. Just let me know when you’re safe.’
‘Not meaning to be weird but everything okay?’
‘Please answer me. I’m worried.’
You drag your thumb around the keyboard, letting it predict your words; ‘sorry! I was so tired. Home now and safe 😊'
Three dots pop up then swoop away. You frown as the same thing happens several times before a response appears.
‘Was really worried. Thanks for finally answering. Been up all night.’
You’re stunned by the terse response. Yeah, you forgot to answer but he doesn’t need to worry that much. You frown and shift onto your side.
‘Srry again. Tired. Talk in morning. Night.’
You turn your phone on silent and plug it back into the cord. You do feel bad but you’re too exhausted to let it keep you up. Besides, you need your sleep. You have lots of job hunting to do in the morning. Not to mention, your grandmother to face.
🎮
You let Jacob cool down after your return home. Rather, he doesn’t text and you’re too distracted to do the same. As much as you’d like to sit around and game, your grandmother was as disappointed as you expected with your employment status, even when you gave her the money you had left in your emergency fund.
After a week, you finally get a bite. It’s nothing special. There’s a seasonal ice cream shop in a booth shaped like a vanilla cone that needs a cashier on weeknights. It’s less than full time hours but it’s better than nothing. It will be strange working with high school juniors but you can’t afford to be picky.
‘Game tonight?’ The text interrupts your first shift. You don’t have a chance to answer as a family approaches the window to order.
You get them the soft serve and take their payment, bidding them a good evening with their vanilla points already drooping in the summer heat. You glance around at the mostly empty picnic tables. Soccer practice will end soon and you’ll be overloaded with eight-year-olds.
‘Srry. New job. 1st shift. Maybe tmrw.’
‘New job? Congrats. Why didn’t you tell me?’
You sigh.
‘Time got ahead of me.’
‘Same. Catch up tomorrow then. Minecraft?’
‘Sure. Tmrw.’
You slip your phone away. A mother and daughter approach and ask for a sundae and a banana split. As much as you love ice cream, working with it hasn’t tested your cravings very much. In fact, you might be falling out of love with it. The smell of vanilla and overly sweetened strawberries is kind of gross when it’s all you breathe.
As you watch the happy customers walk away, you smile. Maybe it will be good to get some mining done. It will take your mind off of everything else. Hell, it might even make you feel like you’re doing something useful.
🎮
“Shit, oh, sorry,” Jacob corrects himself. You always think it's kind of funny how he doesn’t like to swear. “My diamond armor.”
“Oh no,” you utter, “where are you? I’ll grab your stuff.”
He gives his coordinates and you turn around, leaping over the green blocks to make your way there. Despite your reticence at the beginning, you’re feeling better about the session. He wasn’t as tense as he seemed in his texts.
“So, uh, did you think about the con?” Jacob asks.
“The con? I almost forgot. When is it?”
He gives the dates and you hum. Your chest flutters at the thought still. You’re not stupid. Meeting people IRL is not like online, no matter how many hours you’ve mined together. As much as you enjoy chatting with Jacob, you don’t know about meeting up.
“I get it if you can’t get the time off but my offer still stands to cover the trip. If you wanna stay the night, I’ll even get an airBnB.”
“Oh, wow, that’s a lot. I’m working now. I could put in,” you offer.
“Is that a yes?” He asks hopefully.
“I don’t know... I mean, I’ll have to look into it,” you say evasively. “Talk to my boss and grandma and all that.”
“Right, right,” he tries to sound unbothered, “makes sense. Of course, no pressure. How about I send you the ticket either way? Haven’t got anyone else to bite.”
“Oh, well, hold off, I wouldn’t want to take it and not use it,” you collect his weapons and armor from the ground in the game.
It’s silent as you focus on getting every little thing.
“Sorry, did I freak you out?” He asks, “I’m really not trying to pressure you, just got excited thinking about it.”
“I know, Jacob, it’s not that, it’s just... a lot.”
“Totally get it,” he intones, “let me know whenever you got an answer. Uh, where are you? I’m tryna find you.”
“Just stay there, I'll come back to the house,” you assure him, happy to focus on the game instead.
Still, you can’t entirely lose yourself in it. You’re sure he’s a nice guy. From pictures, he’s less than scary, and he’s never been anything but friendly. It’s not like the other dudes you meet online who jump to asking about your bra size and all that. It just isn’t smart.
Well, maybe if you don’t show up alone. You know what con he’s talking about and Kara lives near there. You could probably convince her to meet up. Hm, that might work.
Just like you told him, you’ll have to think about it.
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☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 29
Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader
written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, NSFW, MDNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!
warnings/labels: poor parenting discussed, Talia may or may not be ooc (if she is, fear not! I have received 2 separate permits, and have been told I may do as I please!), mild cussing, fluff, angst, a smidge of fear
wc: 2.4k
Chapter Selection
“... Babe, I know you've described Damian's mom as a ‘real piece of work', and Bruce told me a bit about how she raised him before he came here, so I do know she's not what I would consider a good mom. But that doesn’t explain why her visiting means we can't go to the manor?”
Jason sighed, setting his phone aside. He cupped my cheeks, purring my name; “darling, light of my life. I mean this in the best possible way. … You cannot be trusted to keep your cool with her.”
I blinked several times, frowning; “what on earth does that mean?!”
“You are … passionate. You love fiercely, and I love that about you. Seriously, I don't want you to think this is a bad thing; the way you love us makes me feel so safe, and I know Damian agrees. But … you've already yelled at one of his teachers, his principal, and Bruce. You will not be able to hold your tongue with Talia. And holding our tongues is necessary with her. … If she believes living at Wayne Manor is making Damian weak, she will take him away 'for his own good’.”
“How on earth would I make her think he's weak?”
“Talia is the type of person who believes attachment makes us weak. The things we care about can be used against us, the people we love are the people who will hurt us the worst. She believes it's better to be feared than loved. She's why he's so good at masking his feelings. Why he doesn't always understand his own feelings; his early education did not include processing and recognizing emotions. But she's … incredibly astute. She's analytical, and brilliant, and terrifying, and … she's his mother; she taught him everything he knew before he came here, and now she can read him without trying, even when he tries to hide his feelings from her. So if she sees how you two are around each other, even if neither of you so much as acknowledge each other, she'll know how you feel about him, and how he feels about you, and we'll probably never see him again.”
I growled softly, clenching my jaw. “… Bitch…”
He chuckled softly, holding me close. “I know. Which is why we have to keep our distance. … She doesn't visit often, and when she does she never stays long. She'll probably be here for a week at most, stalking the kid to make sure he's not slipping, and once she's gone I’m certain he'll show up on our doorstep.”
I sighed softly. “... Ok. … If you see him between now and then you have to find a way to tell him that I’m missing him and I love him very much, ok?”
He groaned softly. “Aw, come on, babe. The Red Hood can't lean in to give Robin a hug during patrol!”
“I'm not asking you to hug him - don't hug him! Just make sure he knows that I'm thinking about him. Please?” I pouted, snuggling against his chest; “for me?”
“Ughhhhh …. Fine. For you.” He sighed, running his fingers down my spine.
I grinned, snuggling against him happily. “Thank you~”
“Yeah, yeah …” he chuckled, kissing my temple. We sat on the floor, curled against each other, for a long while before Jason finally moved us to the bed to get some sleep.
Jay quickly started moving his things into my place. I gave him my spare key and made space in the closet. When I got home from the next girls night some of his clothes were hung up next to mine. The next day there was one of those cheap plastic dressers next to my nice wood one, and sitting on top of it was Jason's cologne, a book, and his deodorant. His shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel joined mine on the side of the tub. We bought more towels and a new set of sheets.
All these little changes made me giddy; his things slotting into position next to mine just felt so right, and I would get used to the weapons that were suddenly stashed all over the apartment. We had a thorough gun-safety presentation that night, and he showed me where everything was. On the next gym-and-range day, we finished training with an exercise where he would, entirely at random, shout “intruder” and time how long it took me to have a weapon trained on him. My best time was two seconds; he had expected me to go for the gun in the drawer, not the knife block in front of me on the counter.
Soon I started packing Jason a lunch for patrol. Mostly because I wanted to take care of him in some way, but a part of me also hoped he'd run into Damian out there and share the cookies I made. He rolled his eyes at me the first time I pressed the insulated bag into his hands, but accepted it anyway. I sent him off with a kiss and a wave, and settled in to wait for him to come home. Hours later I fell asleep on the couch, and when I woke up it was 4:30am and he was unlocking the door. The exhaustion rolled off him as I pulled him into a tight hug, and we collapsed into bed. When I woke up for real around 11 the lunch bag was sitting on the kitchen counter, empty and clean. I grinned, filling it again that night, and Jason didn't offer so much as a token resistance before taking it.
A week and a half passed before he ran into Robin on patrol. Jason assured me that he had passed along my message, Damian was perfectly healthy and definitely missed me too, and he had even been forced to share the brownies I'd packed. I beamed, kissing his cheek in thanks, and we curled up in bed.
The next day, we started looking at houses online. We obviously only looked at what was available in Red Hood's territory; on top of him wanting to stay close to his patrol area, it was on the opposite side of Gotham from the well manicured lawns of Bruce's gated neighborhood and thus the perfect place to set up my clinic. Whether our home or the cave was closer, the bats would never be more than 30 minutes away from medical care. Jason took note of a few addresses he wanted to go check out, promising to swing by during patrol to see if they were securable.
“No reason to arrange a showing if I'm not gonna be able to make it safe for you.” He kissed my forehead, wrapping an arm around my waist. I chuckled softly, leaning against him. I was pretty sure he was the one who would need the most security measures to feel safe in our new home, but I wasn't going to argue. The way he lit up when providing for me was too precious a sight; if I complimented his cooking he turned pink and mumbled it was nothing. I thanked him for switching over the laundry and he sighed happily, nodding. When he saw progress in my training he beamed. And when he came home safe in the early hours of the morning, all anxiety and stress melted off of him the second he was in my arms.
In a lot of ways, life was starting to feel incredibly normal. We were like the picturesque 1950’s family I'd been taught to simultaneously idealize and vilify; until the spring semester at GU started I was free to spend my time how I pleased, and with Damian's mother still in town, that mostly meant finding new ways to feel like I was giving Jason as much as he gave me. I made sure he always had enough treats in his lunches, in case Damian was out too. When Jason returned from patrol I inspected him for any small wounds my first aid knowledge would fix. I doted on him every chance I got, and he doted right back. It was wonderful, truly.
But when he left for work, and I was alone with my thoughts, the stillness in the apartment quickly became overwhelming. At first Damian's sudden absence from my life had been annoying but acceptable. But after the first couple days it started to feel like a rabid dog was using my heart as a chew toy. Why was his mother still here? What was she doing? What was she saying to him? He had been making such incredible progress; he smiled more, he initiated hugs, he accepted them more readily. He was painstakingly tearing down the walls around his feelings brick by brick. It was a difficult process, and he was being so brave, I couldn’t be prouder! But what was she doing to those walls while I was kept away?
It had been two weeks, and I was starting to wonder if she planned to stay for the holidays. I didn't want her to stay for the holidays! I had plans, and I couldn't do my plans if I couldn't go to the manor! Being barred from Wayne Manor meant no Damian, but it also meant no Steph, no Dick, no Tim, none of them! We had decided it would be best if it looked like I was just Jason's girlfriend; as far as Talia knew he was indifferent to the family, if that. So I had to appear indifferent at best as well.
I was still able to go to girls' night, because that was being held at Barbara's home. There was no reason to believe Talia would know or care about that. But I missed training with everyone. I missed finding new ways to tease Tim. I missed Dick's good natured laugh. God help me, I even missed Bruce! He pissed me off, but he was still kind to me for the most part, and he was a good trainer. I wanted things to get better with him, for Jason and Damian's sake. I wanted him to be the dad they deserved, the dad Dick believed he wanted to be. I was pretty sure he had it locked away inside him, he just needed … something. What exactly that was, I wasn't sure; maybe to see how happy Damian was with simple childhood experiences? Or to see the peace on Jason's face when we cooked together. Or maybe he needed to experience some of that for himself. But whatever he needed, I was sure he wasn't getting it, and until Talia al Ghul left I wouldn't find out.
I tried to busy myself with crafting and baking. With the winter holidays on the horizon I really should have started on presents around Halloween, especially considering how many people I was making gifts for this year. But better late than never, so I used the time alone to get started. Jason would be gone for hours, I had plenty of time. Or, I would have if not for the knock at the door.
I jumped, looking up incredulously. I wasn't expecting guests, especially this late at night. Anyone I wanted here had my phone number, and no one had called or texted. I grabbed my phone, just to be sure, but I was right - no unread texts, no missed calls. A moment later there was another knock, this one more insistent.
I grabbed one of Jason's guns and my phone, ready to call him with the push of a button, and looked through the peephole. A beautiful woman was standing at the door, an unamused look on her face. Her clothes were too elegant for this neighborhood, she definitely didn't just wander to the wrong door. I sighed, a sinking sensation in my gut as I cracked the door open just enough to reveal my face.
“... Hello?” I frowned.
She raised an eyebrow; “... is hospitality well and truly dead in this country, or are you going to invite me in?”
“At eleven o'clock at night, in this neighborhood, with an uninvited stranger on the doorstep? It’s dead. Now, would you like to introduce yourself, or should I shut the door?”
She tsked; “I am Talia al Ghul. Why have you been spending time with my son?”
I silently cursed, but forced my expression to remain bored and distrusting; “... Your son?”
“Damian …” she sighed, “I believe he's using his father's last name now, Wayne.”
“Oh, Jason's brother? He's not here.”
“Obviously not.” She snapped; “are you going to let me in?”
“Why? He's not here.”
“I know he's not here! I want to know why you've been spending so much time with him.”
“I dunno about ‘much’. I've met him.”
“You are his emergency contact at that paltry excuse for a school he is enrolled at.”
“Oh, is that what you're so upset about?” I shrugged; “'m just doing a favor for Jay by doing a favor for his dad.”
“... Elaborate.”
“Mr. Wayne is a busy man, I am not a terribly busy woman. Emergency contact at the school was a simple enough thing to take off his plate. Kinda thing that seems bigger than it actually is. He now associates me with his life being ever so slightly easier. He already associates me with Jason, ergo he now associates Jason with his life being slightly easier.”
She frowned deeply. “You are emotionally manipulating Bruce into … what, being kinder to his second son?”
“... I suppose so, yeah. Didn't really think about it that way. 'Manipulation' makes it sound so much more convoluted and … effort-full. All I did was sign a piece of paper.”
Her expression morphed into a small smirk; a very Damian-like expression. “... And you are Jason's … girlfriend?”
“Yep.”
“... Hm.” She nodded once. “... Very well then.”
“... Okaaay. … So are you like, sticking around or somethin'? Do you want to be the emergency contact now?”
“No, there is no reason for that…” she pursed her lips; “establishment to have my phone number.”
I shrugged again. “Alright… Anything else?”
“... No, I suppose not.”
“Kay. I'm goin' back to bed then. Goodbye.” I shut the door, locking it, and looked through the peephole again. She glowered at my door, seemingly considering something, and finally left.
I watched her walk away until she was entirely out of sight, then slowly retreated to the couch to text Jay.
Me: Everything is fine, do not panic; but I just met Talia. 11:20pm
Jason: I'm coming home. Don't open the door to anyone. 11:35pm
Me: 👍❤️ 11:36pm
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by the photocopier
photocopying lab activity packets is banal and boring but hendery is there to keep you company


tags: fluff, hendery×fem!reader, outgoing!hendery×reserved!reader, friends to lovers, slow burn except we've skipped to the last chapter in the tome, uni life warnings: slight angst; teeny, tiny, blink-and-you'll-miss-it mention of politics and alpha male behavior; brief mentions of the dreaded assigned seating; a smidge of Princess Bride; a tad too esoteric discussion about pens; mentions of some wayv members; poor Hendery is pining and reader doesn't want to be obtuse but doesn't want to make assumptions either playlist: 💖 word count: 3,048
"Stop that!" you hiss, slapping Hendery’s hand away from the radio dial he’d been fiddling with.
Hendery jerks back at once, his elbow almost sending a plastic jar of candies to the ground. You catch it in time and he laughs at the look on your face.
"Your fault." he snorts.
You raise an eyebrow. "My fault? You don’t touch other people’s radios without their permission, Hendery.” you say lightly.
He shrugs, still unabashedly grinning. "Come on, Y/n. It’s not like anyone would willingly listen to this crap."
The kindly old uncle manning the Xerox machine had gone to grab another ream of copier paper from storage and had left you and your best friend standing at the counter. It was your turn to make photocopies of tonight's assigned packet for an entire laboratory class of 25 students and your best friend had insisted on coming with you. You’d reassured him that you knew your way to the one machine in uni and could manage 25 sets of lab worksheets on your own. He came anyway, prattling on about last night's gaming session with the boys and practically skipping next to you.
People often wondered why someone as outgoing and chatty as him hung out with a stick in the mud like you. You wondered about that too, but you always answered their question with your own working hypothesis: “First year, Gen Ed. Prof had a seatplan.”
Those damned assigned seating charts could create lasting friendships or enduring enmity; everybody knew that. It made no difference to you though, as you were too shy to make friends and people thought you were too aloof to approach. It wasn't something you were seeking to remedy either- you had always kept to yourself, keeping a very small circle of friends since middle school that you still kept in contact with despite all of you going off to different universities. Oh, you could be perfectly friendly and conversational with your classmates, but that was more of an adaptation a student had to learn to survive in academia. You were reclusive enough that once the group project was over, you wouldn't be invited to hang out anymore. You should probably make more of an effort, but you were too set in your own ways. There was no reason for this class to be any different.
Except when you plopped your bag down onto your assigned seat, amid groans and complaints from some 40 freshmen at being separated from their friends, Hendery had greeted you with a bright grin and a cheery, “Hiya seatmate! Gonna be a great year, huh?”
You were so gobsmacked by such energy before 8 am that you spoke one sentence more than you usually would. "Uh, hi. Sure, that would be nice, would make the school year fly by."
"Here, this is yours, right?" He handed you your prized Pilot Gtec Pen.
You liked sitting in the front, close to the doors for a quick getaway. And when the professor had handed you the attendance sheet for day one of the semester, you'd carelessly passed your pen along with the clipboard. Once the sheet had made its way back to the prof but the pen was not back with you, you knew it was gone. Those things had a way of disappearing into another dimension if you didn't grip them tightly enough.
But here it was. "Wow, thanks. How'd you know it was mine?" You take it gratefully.
He shrugged. "The attendance sheet started with you. My Kun-ge is doing his Masters here and he only uses this brand of pens. Wouldn't bat an eyelash if you used his shampoo but would get pissy if you borrowed his pens."
"Perfectly reasonable. Tell him I recommend the Zebra Sarasa too."
"Great, thanks. I lost two of his pens last week," he grinned sheepishly. "I need to give him a peace offering."
You laughed at that.
You, making conversation with a stranger and actually having fun. The earth’s poles might as well have shifted, as history was made.
So there you both were three years later, at the Xerox counter at dusk, listening in mild horror as the seemingly harmless folk, rock, and country radio station stopped playing the nice oldies and moved on to the day’s next program: an ultra-conservative pundit doing a hate-filled monologue. You'd turned away from the little transistor radio in reflexive disgust, which is why you had completely missed Hendery leaning half his body over the counter to change radio stations. You were now half-heartedly arguing in whispers and hisses, lest the old man hear you, while your best friend was reaching for the dial again and you were telling him to mind the jar of candies his elbows were about to waste.
He won in the end. Or rather, you let Hendery win because the bellicose dude on the radio was now waxing poetic about alpha-ness and you were about to die from cringe. Your best friend whoops in triumph as the station jumps to static, then disco, then static, then stocks forecast, then static again. You concede defeat gracefully, leaning back against the far wall and watching him with a soft smile. Over the four years that you'd known him, Hendery had equal parts changed and stayed the same- his smile, his hair color, his determination to enjoy life, his pretty face. But there was something in his eyes that wasn’t there when you first met him. People changed, you knew that, but… well. Freshman year, Hendery would yell in greeting, fist bump you, then call you bro, and now he was… different. He seemed… calmer? A better listener…? More thoughtful? You couldn't quite put your finger on it and it equal parts intrigued and unnerved you that your best friend was changing right under your nose. He stopped dragging his boisterous and funny friends to your hangouts (unless prompted by you because they were your friends now too), stopped jokingly setting you up with the no-i-swear-he's-pretty-cool guys he met at the student union, he no longer waved his Tinder matches in your face, and stared at you when you spoke to him not with a goofy grin ready to make you laugh but an attentiveness and care that told you as you wish. Yes, you really didn't know what this was. And yet, not once did he make you uncomfortable; never, once he’d sworn his number one priority was your ease and comfort, but not even before he made that promise.
He walks over to you to join you against the wall, finally satisfied with whatever the radio was playing. You match each other's posture perfectly: back flat against the wall, hands clasped behind you, one foot crossed over the other at the ankle. You both crane your necks to watch the evening sky. Dusk had just settled, the sky a beautiful but melancholy watercolor of bruise-like blues and purples, interrupted here and there by the twinkle of some lone star. The rain had long cleared, clouds gently pushed away by an evening breeze. Hendery looked impossibly soft in this light, familiar and comforting as long as he didn't look into your eyes. You tugged at your cardigan, feeling both warm and cold at the same time.
“He’s taking a long time.” you say quietly.
Hendery only nods, already knowing you were actually unconcerned. You had time.
You feel rather than hear Hendery’s fingers tap out the melody of the song, and you close your eyes to avoid the temptation of staring at him while he was this close-
“What does that mean?”
You frown and straighten, thoughts interrupted. The song playing now was in your native language, which you spoke so often around Hendery that he could recognize it. Though, you were yet to teach him anything besides profanities.
“Huh, who knew this station played… anyway, um…” you paused, listening to the next few lines. “It’s a love song. The guy is confessing his feelings to the girl he loves, he tells her she’s the only one who makes him feel this way." you translated for him. "She’d wanted to wait but now, he says, something has changed… and if she does feel the same, if she’s ready, he’d like her to dance with him in the rain.”
Hendery says nothing. The long silence makes your cheeks heat up. “I know it's cheesy. And it’s cliche, this thing about slow dancing in the rain… but the way it’s sung… the lyrics… it’s tender and sweet. Sorry, I’m rambling.”
"No, it's a good song." he says. “I get it.”
“Makes one of us.” you say wryly.
Another lull in the conversation. It wasn't awkward but the air was somehow hung with things you should probably tell each other.
"You have something on your mind." you both said at the same time. You laugh.
"You first." he nodded at you.
You sigh, scuffing your shoe against the floor. Hendery patiently waits for you to gather your thoughts.
"Is it wrong to be wary of change? Like, you just feel and know that there's this something that's never going to be the same..." you say haltingly.
His gaze grows piercing for a few seconds, as if suspicious that you were on to something. Then, the expression is gone as quickly as it crossed his face. "Change always happens you know, whether we anticipate it or not."
"I know, it's just..." that brief moment just now, where Hendery looked like he was waiting for you to call him out, was best left for him to discuss. You at least respected him that much. "I always thought of college as a layover. This was always gonna be a brief stop on this journey that I'm plodding on. I know it sounds awful but that was kinda why I had no plans to make deep, meaningful connections. I was naïve enough to think that this was going to be a grab-your-degree-and-go operation. Is that rude?"
He shakes his head no. Encouraged, you go on.
"But now that I have, with our mutual friends, with student orgs I recently had the confidence to apply for, with you..."
He frowns, leaning in. "Y/n, it's one thing to be wary of change, which is perfectly natural by the way. It's another thing to be scared of losing us."
Your eyes search his face. "I'm being silly, of course. It's normal for friendships to fade and settle into just... resigned fondness after college. Right?" you say unsurely.
He crosses his arms. "I mean, people grow and change all the time. A good friend in college can become a total stranger by the time you reconnect for the 20-year reunion. But sometimes, with friendships, it's all in how you cultivate it. Some people would find the idea of talking to the same people after leaving uni loyal and sentimental, others would think it sad and pathetic. It's up to them to work that out."
You nod, surprised and not at the quiet, practical wisdom that Hendery could sometimes spring up on people. "What, them as in you and me?" you say teasingly.
"Oh no, that was a hypothetical. You're kinda stuck with me now, we're nonnegotiable," he jokes.
"Oh yes, please. I want you to stay in my life, in any capacity that works." you laugh, only to stop short as you realize exactly what you had said. You blink rapidly, cheeks pink, and throat swallowing nervously. You rack your brain frantically for something to say, grasping at straws until you finally choke out: "Your turn."
He stares at you for a long time without saying anything, gaze more intense than any other time he's looked at you. "Turn to what?"
"To tell me what's on your mind." you say as evenly as you could manage.
"Alright," his tone was too neutral. "What did you mean Y/n, when you said you didn't get that song?"
You blink, surprised at the direction this conversation was taking. "What song?"
"The last one, the one about slow dancing in the rain."
"Oh. Well, I just meant that I don't know how that feels. Someone confessing to you by asking you to dance, I mean. Or even just slow dancing in general."
He raises an eyebrow inquiringly, pulling away from the wall. “Never done it.” you explained.
He stares at you. “You’ve been to weddings. And you went to prom, I saw the pictures.”
It was such a simple and harmless assumption that you had to laugh. You make a small ta-da gesture at how you’re leaned against the wall. “Wallflower. When you blend in so well, nobody notices you to want to dance with you.”
Another pregnant pause between you two. He shoves his hands into his pockets, watching you thoughtfully as the next song plays. You tactfully avoid his gaze, focusing on the song instead.
The drums come in, the vocals double up, and Hendery walks closer to you, his frame blocking your view of the sky. You can’t read his face as his hand slowly reaches around you to gently tug one of your hands out from behind your back. The gentle motion forces you to straighten up.
"What are you doing?" you say warily.
He smiles a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. “I have noticed you, Y/n. I do see you.”
He keeps your hand in his warm grasp, walks you both closer to the radio, lets you go for a moment so he can turn up the volume, then returns to face you square on. Mind struggling to keep up with what’s happening, you let his fingers drift from your wrist to properly clasp your hand. He gently guides your other hand and places it on his shoulder and, very slowly and watching your face for any signs of discomfort, he pulls you closer.
Oh.
"Oh no, we don't have to, Hendery. I wasn't baiting you into it." you laugh lamely.
"I know, but I want to."
"Anyway, I never learned how to." you fret with a rueful smile, trying to pull away.
But he's persistent. "That's it? Is that your only objection?" Though, he keeps his grip light and loose, so you can pull away whenever you want.
Was it? Your best friend was standing closer than he'd physically ever been; two more steps and you could count his eyelashes. He had an arm around you and you were holding his hand, things good friends were bound to do, but the way it felt tonight was making you breathe shallowly. And with the way you two have been slipping up tonight and saying things left unspoken over the past four years, things could change irreversibly. You nod. Yes, that was your only objection.
“It’s all in the leading. You can trust me, Y/n.” He smiles easily.
“Of course I can.” You were as certain of that fact as you were sure of your own name. He nods.
It does feel a little silly, dancing with your best friend in a Xerox shop to the song on a scratchy, old radio. Your self-consciousness and stiffness makes the first few steps little more than an awkward shuffle… until it wasn’t anymore. Somewhere between verses, your muscles relax and obey the gentle press of his hand on the small of your back. Pulled in, you bravely close the shy distance you'd put between you two. Somewhere between choruses, your gaze is finally drawn away from your surroundings to look up into his eyes, where the stars that should've been visible in the sky tonight seemed to have migrated to. You connect the stars, and see that constellation you've been trying to figure out all this time but was a smidge too unobservant to read correctly was unmistakable in it's brightness tonight. The realization hits you as one’s head might hit the pillow after a difficult week: your best friend was in love with you.
"Hendery." you whisper.
Pressed close to each other's bodies, you feel rather than hear the inquiring hum he makes. You shake your head mentally to rid yourself of the goosebumps.
“It isn’t raining”, you comment, unable to help yourself. “He asks her to dance with him in the rain if she feels the same.”
“You’re dancing with me anyway.” he murmurs.
You nod, knowing he understands the answer written on your face. He gazes at you, taking his time reading the words you were going to tell him after class. Somewhere during the next song, you feel yourself finally letting out such an exhale that you let your guard down. You lean in to rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and, for the first time in a while, quieten down the loud and ever-present thoughts in your head. What could there be to worry about? You were slow-dancing with Hendery.
Hendery subtly presses his lips against your hair and thanks… God? Venus? Or was it Aphrodite? The paper cranes he folded that one time the power went out? That shooting star he saw when Yangyang and Xiaojun locked him out on the fire escape? He didn’t know how this happened, who/what made this happen but he’s here- finally here. This was an accident, for sure. No one could’ve guessed you’d be seated next to each other that one day in first year, or that you were more fun than you’d let on, or that he'd like spending time with you this much, or that his friends would like you too and drag you into the group, or that it would lead to you being a presence in all the important moments of his life (basketball games, birthdays, Christmas parties, grocery runs, landlord disputes, finals week breakdowns), or that his little crush would get so alarmingly serious that instead of just being present, he'd want you to be a permanent fixture in his life, or that you’d make him (him, of all people) grow from childish and immature to caring and loyal. No, this was no accident; this was a miracle, the kind that creeps up on you.
He makes a mental note to make an anonymous call to that radio station and compliment them on their good taste. Then maybe ask them for their playlist.
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Your interpretation of Sebastian is my favorite 💖💖💖
Can I have a list of your headcanons for him queen 👑
Oh my gosh ADGHSGS THANK YOUU!! That means a lot homie! 💗💗 (≧▽≦) As for headcanons;
🎮 He's very competitive! It doesn't matter if you're good friends, dating, or married. When it comes to games, especially pool, he's cooking you... and NOT feeling bad afterwards!!
🗡️ I've mentioned it recently, but he's familiar with the mines and is pretty decent at combat! He's not doing anything super crazy of course, he does spend a lot of time at his computer after all. But with how often he explores AND how far down he goes, (gifting the farmer void essence and obsidian means he's fighting every variation of shadow brute, and AT LEAST reaching level 81) I have to assume that he can handle himself well! It's probably his only source of exercise tbh.
If you marry him, I imagine that the time he spends helping on the farm would help a ton with his overall endurance and strength! And if you're ever in the mines, and gone later than usual, he'll go in to make sure you're okay. In general he wouldn't hesitate to accompany you in mines, or complete any tasks you have to do in there himself if you don't like going in there.
💜 Over the course of being married to him, he breaks out of his shell. Allowing himself to be comfortable, y'know? He'd start initiating physical affection with his spouse more often. I also feel like he'd be more comfortable with occasionally teasing the farmer, and overall being a little shit to them. Only while you're alone at home though, in public he pretends to be sane.
I still consider him to be introverted, but I imagine that over time he gets better at navigating social situations. (He would still prefer to be at home though.)
I like to imagine that his relationship with Maru improves too. There's a mod that I use, I think it's called Mal's Sebastian Expansion? But in that mod he and Maru interact a lot more. It's really nice seeing their relationship improve. They deserve to be siblings, RAAHH!! I really like the mod overall since it goes into stuff with his biological father as well. I pretty much apply it all to my interpretation of Seb!
ALSO! I feel like he has a very silly laugh, but it's rarely heard because he's so reserved. So while in the comfort of your home (and accidentally around Sam and Abigail occasionally) if something funny happens, he'll burst into laughter. It's SO different from he's normal "heh" that it catches everyone off guard.
🎹 He uses his synthesizer primarily for band practice/ concerts, and for the video game he's developing. When he's not doing that, he makes goofy ass beats for fun.
📍He has a high pain tolerance, so he's totally chill while getting piercings and tattoos!
🐻 And a sillier headcanon, he's beaten 50/20 mode in FNAF Ultimate Custom Night
#I hope that's everything!#I think about him so often but for some reason it's hard to remember all the headcanons I have#I guess because some of his other abilities come from his interactions with my ocs#like him being able to speak in wingdings because amari teaches him#stardew valley#sdv sebastian#stardew valley sebastian#gojostan's ⭐💧 headcanons
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18. 💓 How did they tell their friends that they were together/do their friends know or is their relationship a secret?
for metadede?
this one might be hard to extract from your childhood friends AU (and i admittedly am mostly thinking about bow and para when i ask), but you said you'd prefer to avoid AU stuff so if you don't want to answer this for that reason let me know and i can send a different one!! 💖
Oh, it’s not a problem, Starflung - I’m finding that my general headcanons and my AU headcanons match up more than I thought for some of these prompts, haha. And, luckily, I have an AU answer for this one! Er, kind of. After all, we’ve only gotten a teeny tiny glimpse at the day it happened, and I do very much want to explore the full context of that at a later point (*winces at the 80k wordcount in my notes*). But I think I’m okay with sharing this: that spontaneous first kiss was very much out in the open and happened in front of a few significant people. This is what happened approximately ten minutes after, both on Popstar-
-and on the GSA recruitment ship leaving the planet.
Plenty of teasing for only just now getting their acts together, but also a lot of love and support. DDD’s mama is elated to see “her boys” finally take the next step (though she does worry about the long-distance thing). Para is relieved to no longer have to carry the secret DDD confided in him not so long ago. Bow is… processing things, both about their friends and themself. Ace and Fringe are still trying to navigate how to be nice to the kid they spent years treating like dirt. Where they go from here, well… that’s for another time, I’m afraid. We still have much to learn about how they even got here let alone fell in love along the way…
Sketch started 02/20/25, sketch finished 02/22/25. | Kirby Ship Ask Game (made by @/sweetandglovelyart) | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost
(there was no more room in the tags, so I'll just drop my extra comments down here:)
#this does feel a bit spoilery… but I guess I did already show the kiss and said from the start this was pre-ship so #someday we’ll learn about all the [REDACTED] that lead to this moment… #little sack of potatoes DDD #tiny bundle of bat wings Meta #also some unexpected character reveals yay! #(after spending approximately forever chipping away at them in the Concept Mines... and even then I'm not sure I'm fully sold on 'em yet) #(might need another pass or two before I consider them finalized... but anyway) #say hi to Bebebe - DDD’s mama; and Ace and Fringe - MK’s “friends” (at least at this point in the story) #they are IMPORTANT and hopefully I will have the energy to tell you why someday #(though don’t let that stop you from asking about them if you’re curious - I'm sure I got tidbits)
#veins answers#veins art#veins sketches#veins ocs#veins ships#veins fanart#kirby series#kirby#king dedede#meta knight#original character#oc#kirby oc#bebebe#para dee#bow dee#ace#fringe#AU#childhood friends au#king dedede x meta knight#metadede#description in alt text#ask meme#asks#starflungwaddledee#veinsfullofstars#thanks for the ask!
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( ´・ω・) HIHI!! This is really random, considering I don’t even post much, but I opened my tumblr to notifications from you and was surprised to see you started to follow me!
₍𝄐⩌𝄐₎ and I notice it was because you noticed that strawpage drawing of orange azul was in fact from me…
Surprise! I didn’t think anyone would recognize my art??? IM SORRY, I WAS GENUINELY SO HAPPY YOU MADE IT YOUR PFP, BUT I DIDN’T THINK ANYONE WAS GOING TO FIND OUT THAT DRAWING WAS MINE, SO I WAS COOL WITH BEING ANONYMOUS! I MADE THAT DRAWING BECAUSE I ALWAYS PASS BY YOUR NICE ART ON MY FEED.
But now that the secrets out….
⸜( ˙˘˙)⸝ I’ll leave this little Shuu and orange Azul here!
Have a good day!!! [sorry for the super messy drawing and rushed here and there!]
DEAE I- IM- IMMM😭😭😭😭😭💥💥💥
IT REALLY WAS A CHARMING DRAWING!!🛐💝💘💖❤️💓 WHEN I SAW HIM, I IMMEDIATELY FELL IN LOVE!😍😭💕💕💕💕 I COULDN'T RESIST AND PUT IT ON PFP
HE'S VERY VERY CUTEEE🧡🧡🧡💗💗💗

(In fact, I've been admiring it for several days in a row-)
ACTUALLY, MY MUTUAL HELPED ME GET TO KNOW YOU🛐🛐🛐 BUT I FELT THAT YOUR STYLE REMINDED ME OF SOMEONE!!!🥺😭💕💝💓💞💘 I felt like I had seen it once and couldn't find out who it was!🤔🥰💕💕 THEN WHEN THEY TOLD ME, I IMMEDIATELY RECOGNIZED YOU💥💥 I HAVE ALREADY SEEN SOME OF YOUR DRAWINGS!!😭🙏💗💗💗💖💖💖 YOU'RE REALLY COOOLL!!🤩✨ YOUR DRAWINGS WITH DEUCE ARE REALLY GORGEOUS AND CUTE💕💕💕💗💗💗💞💞💞💓
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DECIDING TO DRAW AZUL FOR ME💞💞💞💞 I'M REALLY HAPPY😭🙏💗💖💗💖 SOBBING 💘💘💘
AND AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHG

YOU DREW IT!!!💥💥 YOU DREW THIS FOR ME!!😭💝💗💖💝💖 MY GOD, MY GOD💓💓💓 THANK YOU VERY MUCH! TYSMMM!!😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕 THEY LOOK WONDERFUL!💗💝💖 OH MYyyy THEY'RE SO CUTE AND SWEET😭😭😭😭 I'M CRYING💗💕💕💓 I REALLY ADORE IT!! I'M SO TOUCHED🥺😭💖💖💖💖 THANK YOU, DEARRRR!! YOU ARE TOO KIND TO ME, OMGGG😭💘💘💘💘💕💕💕💗💗💗

ORANGE AZUL!!😍🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 AND THEIR AHOGES IN THE FORM OF HEARTS🧡💜 DID YOU REALLY SEE IT!??😭😭😭💘💞💘💖💕💗 it's so CUTE I CANT😭😭😭 THEY ARE SO ADORABLE
DEAR, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!💖💥💖💥💖 I HOPE THAT YOU WILL HAVE AN AMAZING DAY OR NIGHT🛐💗💗💗💗 BECAUSE MY DAY STARTED BEAUTIFULLY THANKS TO YOU!!🥺😭💕💕💘💘💘 THANK YOU VERY MUCH AGAIN!🥰🥰🥰
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Moth pin/brooch
A couple people asked me how I made this so I figured I’d just make a little post explaining it.
Before I start I WOULD like to disclose that the pin I’ve made is hugely inspired by the one by TheClosetHistorian (on YouTube) and you should definitely consider checking out her video if you want more instruction or like that format better.
I made a little graphic showing some work in progress pictures as well as materials and techniques used in the different areas. I will type it out in more detail below.

1. First draw out the shape I want on a piece of felt. Add some guide lines for different parts of the design. I layered mine double because it’s quite thin. I used an (unused) dish rag, so don’t worry about the quality of your felt.
2. I start off embroidering the “neck area”, using turkey stitch. Starting from the bottom up, I use a dark turquoise floss, then later mix in a lighter shade.
3. Next I sew on the beads. String on 5-6 at a time and then go back and tack them down with small stitches. I don’t know much about embroidering with beads, so this may not be the “correct” way to do it. The types of beads I used are size 11/0 seed beads and delica beads, as well as bugle beads and Miyuki’s Tila and half Tila.
4. Sequins. I recommend using flat ones instead of the ones I used. I work from the bottom up, trying to get a nice silhouette with the bottom layer, as this will form the outline of the finished piece.
5. After finishing with the sequins, I do some more turkey stitch around the top, so it covers up that edge where you can see the tread. Optionally you can do the whole thing with sequins if you want.
6. Next thing I did was some French knots, just above the turkey stitch in a contrasting color. This is just for some textural variety and decoration, as little “spots”. You can really add them wherever you’d like, or not at all.
7. Then I just finished embroidering the thing. Don’t know what the stitch is called, it’s just making little stitches beside each other until it’s all filled in. I did a little gradient because I felt like it.
For the legs and antennae, i also just winged it. The legs and antennae got layered double in wire and twisted before adding the beads and sequins, then I just used the very tip of my round plier to curl the remaining ends into round little “feet”. Then stitch them securely to the backside of the pin.
I finish it off with another layer of felt, this one painted with a fabric paint I happened to have lying around, both for some extra strength and to match the color scheme better. I cut little slits to fit in a regular safety pin (I recommend get a proper pin/brooch needle) and stitched the backing on with very dense stitches. Pictures below.


Extra suggestions:
If you don’t have sequins, or want a different look, you can embroider the whole thing. Alternatively you can fill the whole space with sequins if you don’t want to embroider it all. You can of course do any shape, size and color scheme, whether based on real life moths or just fantasy!
Lastly I just want to thank everyone for the love you’ve shown for this silly little bug 💖 it means the world to me, and it has really inspired me. I wish I could sell these, but I don’t think that’s really an option for me right now. I’ll let you know if that changes in the future, but until then, I hope those of you who have the interest to make your own find this helpful.
#my art#art tag#embroidery#jewelry#accessories#embroidered pin#embroidered brooch#fabric art#textile art#tutorial#art tutorial#i guess??#moth#moths#insects#bugs
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Could u show how ur process of ur making comics? Its so stylized and charming im amazed at them 🥺
thank you so much, this is so sweet!! and sure! I'm happy to give you a lil peak behind the curtain at my process
under a cut cause I'm a rambler ✨
every comic of mine starts with a script first! it's not anything too fancy, mostly just the dialogue jotted down in a very inconsistent fashion, like so
and once the fun of writing some sassy stolitz banter is over, next comes the most difficult part imo... thumbnailing the layout
the thumbnail is just a messy ass sketch of basic bitch shapes to work out where I think everything is gonna fit. it's probably not very legible to anyone but me. I mean just look at this shit

once I got that down, I scale it up to fit the page and lower the opacity. then before I do any proper sketching, I get that text in there. oooooh yeah! do those text and speech bubbles and panel borders first babes, TRUST ME. that shit's a time saver
then you can sketch AROUND the speech bubbles, instead of having to sketch -> add text -> oh shit the text is bigger than I thought, now I have to alter the sketch -> rinse repeat on multiple panels and cry

so after that, I'll do a first pass sketch but like yikes I got so damn lazy with one?? wow. it's not always like this I promise

here's an example of another first pass sketch as PROOF, sometimes there's more detail

aaaaanyway if I'm in a real rush, I'll skip to inking, but USUALLY I like to do a cleaner second sketch first like so. it makes inking waaaaaay easier

so yeah after THAT comes the inking. it's usually all in black (I color the lines at the very end, typically) but I did not feel like undoing all my hard work for this screenshot sowwy

after it's all nice and inked, I color using the typical comic book flatting method. flatting is easily the most boring part, but alas, it must be done
I use the fill bucket tool in Clip Studio Paint all on the same layer and yeah the colors look wonky as shit right? that's cause it doesn't matter what colors you use, you just have to be able to grab the areas you want later using the magic wand tool (so you can see all the backgrounds on each panel are a different color to keep them separated, for example)

and that's what I do! after the flats are done, I create a new layer and use the magic wand tool to select and color each area properly. minimal shading, because I hate rendering most of all, so I keep the colors pretty flat! I color in some lines after that and call it good!

I hope this was insightful in some way and made sense! I don't know if I'm any good at explaining things, so if you'd like more clarity on anything, feel free to ask and I'll try again! 💖
#hooooopefully this was clear and answers what you were looking for!#but if not let me know#comic process#art process#glitz babbles#glitz replies#anon ask#usually I delete my scripts after the comic is done but thankfully this one was still sitting in my notes!#wooooo!
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Minniiiiiiee thank you so much for reblogging my longfic post :') It's surreal now that I've finally started yet another dream fic of mine, and the fact I'll have been in this fandom for FIVE YEARS come March??? And I'm still writing?? Consistently?? The love I have for Stucky has not shown any signs of stopping, like not even a single day goes by without thinking about them in some way 😭😭 I know the fandom isn't nearly as big as it used to be (2014, 2016, even 2020 because of quarantine) and it seems like it's gotten quieter in the past year or so, but I still love it here. I feel like I know most of the regulars who pop around from time to time. I've had my share of really big fandoms (not that Stucky isn't big! 67k fics on AO3 and going lol) so to have an active community that welcomes everyone is really, really nice. Here's to 2025, more Stucky, more art, more fics, more ficrecs, more everything STUCKY!!! 💖💖💖
And Evanstan. Can't forget Evanstan!
Awww Mandy!! Of course! I am just so happy for you that you're finally ready to post this fic after having worked so hard on it for so long! 🤗 Very proud of you and very excited to read it!!! 💖💖
I am genuinely thrilled to hear that even after almost five years (whoa!!!) you're still so in love with Stucky and this fandom and so excited about writing them 😭 THAT'S AMAZING AND I LOVE IT. I feel the exact same way, and I've been here for over seven years. Mindblowing, truly. I still feel just as strongly about them now as I did in those first couple of years too, and I think that's frankly incredible. They mean SO much to me, and so does this incredible community, you included!!!
You're right, we've downsized a little recently, but it's okay! There are still plenty of people who are just as in love with these boys (the fictional ones as well as the real ones!) as we are, or who come back here from time to time because they can't let them go entirely, or even new people still finding the fandom every once in a while! And I'm personally grateful for every single one of them. We're here to stay, even if in a slightly more compact capacity, and I love that about us 🥰 Thank you for being part of that and for being so full of positivity and energy!! Let's make sure we keep this ship alive and kicking as ever in 2025, and most importantly, let's keep having fun with it, together! ❤️❤️
Lots of love to you, darling Mandy! And congrats again on your long fic, whooo! I've finally started a long fic of my own again for the first time in a couple years, and it's decidedly daunting, but you're an inspiration 🥰 So thank you!
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Give us headcannons please!! :)
HERE WE GOOOOO!
Polycule Headcanons
✨Stolitz/Fizzmodeus 🦎🦉🐸🐓✨
✨It was actually Blitzø who initiated it. As he started to connect with Fizz again he was sure he just had this childhood/teen crush thing and would get over it. Surprise, it wouldn't. It got worse. And since he was in a steady relationship with Stolas at this point and Fizz and Ozzie were definitely marriage material, it took some time to collect the courage to mention it.
✨Fizz was unsure if Ozzie would be okay with it, they had shared a bed with others but being in a relationship was a totally different thing. He also was not sure how to address the fact that maybe he has feelings for Blitzø? Like, he was pretty sure he had buried that very very deep.
✨ When they all sat together to discuss and reflect their relationships, they started with just putting down the facts. Since Blitzø started the whole thing, he made sure that he won't do anything unless Ozzie was in it AND Stolas. If anyone would be uncomfortable he had to get over his feelings and would try to make it as easy as possible for everyone .
✨ Stolas and Ozzie are not in love (yet). They're still in a dating phase, they pleasure each other, respect each other and they're fine with everything their imps bring on the table.
✨ Since dating 4 people is very very time consuming, Fizz made a schedule/calendar. It's not to be taken TOO seriously but they can put in their dating plans, when they're a No Touchy Day or they have to cancel plans because of work or just not being in the mood.
✨ They don't life together (yet). Blitzø moved into the palace but still has his apartment he sometimes goes back to. Loona moved out (on good terms) a while ago. Blitzø still sleeps on the couch when he's in his apartment, since he can't get over himself to move into Loonas old room.
Stolas is still at the palace but plans to move into a smaller mansion (with a garden and greenhouse). His divorce went through, Via is fighting to live with him since she had a very serious conversation with her therapist how to spot a toxic parent 🙃
Fizz and Ozzie still are in the Lust Ring and don't plan to move anytime soon.
✨ In this version of mine, Fizz is a Trans!Man. He prefers to call himself a man and identifies as such, but has his fluid days sometimes.
✨ Fizz has No Touchy Days, where he's very easily overstimulated by body contact. He is okay with reaching out himself but does not like to be touched.
✨ They use the ample system for consent and boundaries. Before every session they will ask for the color of their partner. It seems a bit excessive but if you have 4 people in an intimate relationship, communication is the key.
✨ Everyone is on the same terms for
GREEN: I'm good, you can touch me in any way, but I can change my mind.
YELLOW: I'm not in the mood, I don't want to start something yet, I'm okay with just being close but please don't start something sexual until I initiate it.
We need to slow down, I'm hurting but it's not that bad yet, I have something to say (yes even in the middle of it).
RED: It's a clear stop. No touching, keep your distance. Something doesn't feels right.
They also have a clear finger sign system if someone is gagged.
✨ Full Moon Dates are Blitzø and Stolas dates. They don't have sex then, they just date and chill, to put something domestic and nice into that date.
✨ So far, their Polycule is only known by close family members and friends. The media does not know. Stolas wants grass to grow over the divorce (Stella made a media spectacle out of it) and Fizz and Ozzie are still in pending what the consequences of their relationship is.
✨ Blitzø and Ozzie have a weirdly close relationship and maybe a few shared kinks lol
💖 I've tried to put it all together but I guess there's more lol I'm just taking a bath and tried to remember the early ideas 💖
Feel free to ask more 💖
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Oh God, oh my dear God, I can't believe that after almost 5 years I'm finally going to post my thundercats fankids (and ocs) .... oh God-








Allllllllllllright, so I'll start from the babies:
- LeeChee - Lion-o and Cheetara's daughter and the future queen of New Thundera (I'll explain about the New Thundera in a moment)
she's a bit like Kiara from Lion King, she's a very energetic and happy child like her dad and also really fast like her mom (they love racing each other 💖) she really wants to be like her parents and she hopes that she'll be as good as her dad and he assures her that she'll be much better than him, her relationship with Lion-o is like Lucifer and Charlie 💖💖💖💖
her weapon is a scepter which has half of the Eye of Thundera in it and works more or less like a wand, she's learning magic✨
- Barter - Panthro and Barbastella's son, LeeChee's bestie and her future knight hehe, he's an adventure kid, he's really brave and strong like his dad
he loves swords and Lion-o trains him, him and LeeChee have a very strong relationship, they spend their whole lives together, they even slept in the same crib when they were babies (and yes, they share bedroom)
as you may noticed, he loves swords so it's obvious that his weapon is a sword lol
- Melinoe (Mel) - she's the daughter of Tygra and Mumm-ra but her biological parents are Mumm-ra and Mumm-rana, it's a bit complicated hehe...
quick explanation: so Tygra and Mumm-ra wanted a baby and they went to Mumm-rana for help and she was like: "ok, I'll help you to have a baby, I know a good spell" she did some magic in her magic water and showed them that they both had to put their hands in the water, but Mumm-ra was in a hurry to put his hands in the water while hers were still in it and she was like "no wait-" *BOOM* baby
.... I know, it's crazy but that's my world hehehehe, anyway, when Tygra saw her he was like: "I love this baby, she's my everything, my whole world and I will kill anybody that would ever want to hurt her" his relationship with Mel is like Stolas and Octavia :3333 💖💖💖💖
(her name is based on the daughter of Persephone and Hades/Zeus who has a similar appearance description, one half of her body is pristinely clean representing her mother and the other half is dark representing her father)
she's a very nice girl and is also very close with LeeChee and Barter, they're a trio of three little monsters who have brought endless joy to their family's life 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
Now my 2 ocs:
- Kira - God, I don't know where to start, she's a very complicated character... so she's modeled on a Polish eagle, she's immortal, more precisely, she's 1052 years old, her real name is Karolina like mine but she just prefers that nickname :P, I still don't know how she met the cats, but she currently lives with them and is part of their family 💖
she formed a very strong bond with Tygra and they became besties, she (not counting Mumm-ra) was practically the first person who started to really listen to him and understand him (she's not exactly like him, they have A LOT of differences but they still understand each other)
she has magic and planned to rebuild Thundera and since she's the embodiment of good, she also wanted to rebuild Plundarr, which Tygra didn't like very much, they argued about it, but Kira ultimately won hehe
even though the Thundercats are somewhat of a protectors themselves, she's their protector, she truly loves and cares for them 💖💖💖💖
(also about her outfit.... her dress is based on Srena's Butterfly dress, @flx-res character and I feel really bad that her dress is so simillar cause literally the only things I changed was the flowers color and I made the inside of her dress red and they're the only differences wich makes me feel really bad that I just stole that outfit, even the pose is the same 😭😭😭😭 I'll try my best to change that like adding some things like a belt, again, I'm really sorry 😞)
- Mike - let me start by saying that he's simply a total dick (lol) he's Kira's husband and they're just like Stolas and Stella but swapped, he's modeled on a German eagle and their relationship is just Poland and Germany's XD
he's my main antagoist and he really hates Kira, he wants her dead but he can't kill her because they're immortal, you can stick a dagger into their bodies and they'll bleed and they may be unconscious for a while but in a moment they'll be reborn like a phoenix (I took this headcanon from the fact that Poland is compared to a phoenix that was always reborn after its fall)
he and Kira are from another dimension and one of the reasons she ended up on Third Earth is because she wanted to hide from him but they both know that he knows she's there lol
one day he came to the Mutants with an offer they couldn't refuse, offering them to rebuild Plundarr in exchange for defeating Kira, which had only benefits for them because they would not only get their home back but also defeat the Thundercats so he became their new boss (Vultureman didn't really liked that, sure he wanted Plundarr back and to defeat Thundercats but he didn't want to hurt Kira cause he's madly in love with her)
and here I don't know how to do it, but I want him to suddenly change at some point and want to redeem himself, I thought it would be after Kira wants to sacrifice herself for him, I just want them to be finally happy after all these years (they really need a separate post, it's too much 😭😭😭😭)
Ok it's too much, let me explain the rest later 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
#thundercats roar#thundercats#thundercats fankids#thundercats lion-o#lion o#thundercats cheetara#cheetara#lichee#thundercats tygra#tygra#thundercats panthro#panthro#thundercats mumm-ra#mumm ra the ever living#mumm ra#thundercats oc#mummgra#thundercats roar fanart
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Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername She’s a very cool girl. ❄️ 🧊
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loganpaul 🥵
cozane FUCK OFF
yourusername Copeyyy, be nice 😩
cozane NO
neelamthadhani 😍😍😍😍 There she is.
urbanwyatt 🤤 😋 MINE
yourusername For life baby boy 🤞🏼
jackharlow 🤮
yourusername Here your annoying ass goes 🙄 get over it already.
jackharlow One day, not today but one day.
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urbanwyatt Who did it better, my girl or me? 🧊
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neelamthadhani Definitely Baby Harlow 💖
yourusername Not you calling me baby Harlow 😭💀
neelamthadhani 🙊🙊🙊
jackharlow For obvious reasons, you.
yourusername You’re just a hater.
jakepaul Definitely your girl 🥵
urbanwyatt That’s right, MY GIRL. About time you’re getting it.
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yourusername These were meant for my man sooo enjoy ☺️
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urbanwyatt 🥵🥵🥵🥵
urbanwyatt 🍆 🍑 💦? 👉🏻👈🏻
yourusername Say less baby omw
jackharlow They should’ve been kept for his eyes only. I’m sick of you.
claybornharlow Let me and J post a thirst trap and mom would have us by the balls. You do it, she applauds you for it.
yourusername Because I’m better. We’ve been through this 🙄
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yourusername He said we were going on a date night, he brought me to see trucks crash into each other! So white of him. But that’s my man and I’m gonna stick besides him 🤭🤞🏼
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urbanwyatt 🙄
urbanwyatt I didn’t see your ass complain when you were enjoying the show!
jackharlow I told him you’d hate it.
urbanwyatt She didn’t hate it though 😒 she’s just fronting’
user girl-
user aren’t you white though?
user she literally is she’s related to Jack and he’s where lmao
mamamaggie My baby is Hispanic, thank you next.
claybornharlow It’s like they don’t know she’s adopted!
user 💀 Not even her brother claims her
yourusername No you idiot, I’m actually adopted!!!!! 😭😭😭😭
jackharlow Stop with the shits 🙄
mamamaggie Urban, next time take her to some street racing, she’ll love that 👀
yourusername 🙊 I don’t know what you’re talking about mother.
mamamaggie As if I don’t know you and your brothers used to sneak out to see illegal street racing.
urbanwyatt 💀 she caught y’all
mamamaggie And you used to pick them up Urban so stop acting innocent.
jackharlow Ha 😂
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yourusername Traveling with these idiots is exhausting.
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jackharlow You’re exhausting 🥱
cozane What did I do to you?
yourusername Not let me sleep.
urbanwyatt I’m about to spank your ass.
yourusername That should scare me why?
neelamthadhani I’m so happy you’re here. Being on the road with them can be annoying asf.
claybornharlow 💀💀
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urbanwyatt My baby for life 🤞🏼
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yourusername Nah, what happened to the original caption?
urbanwyatt I do not want to get punched by your brother.
yourusername So fakeeee. You don’t see me hiding away when I post some outta pocket shit YOU sometimes write on my captions.
urbanwyatt Leave me alone
neelamthadhani I love you two together ❤️🔥
yourusername I do too 🤭
claybornharlow Okay I guess you two together is something I’ll have to accept. I’m starting to like this relationship.
yourusername Ohhhh? You thought I’d stop riding- I mean dating him if you weren’t okay with it?
jackharlow You always do too much Y/N.
yourusername So what?
user I know for a fact y’all enjoy annoying Jack and Clay, but especially Jack, with y’all’s relationship.
jackharlow They really do.
druski I want her next 👀
urbanwyatt GET AWAY BRO
druski Y/N when you get tired of him, come my way girl.
yourusername 👀
urbanwyatt Don’t fucking give him hopes babe.
yourusername Let me live my life 🙄
jackharlow See what I had to deal with all my life? Throw her away!
druski Yeah throw her away, but my way 🤪🤪🤪🤪
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hiya it’s been a hot minute since I sent an ask but I want you to know that I’ve been reading all your stuff for months now, refreshing multiple times a day bc I can’t get enough and I adore everything you write <3<3<3 I think your more recent writing with the darker themes is well done, it adds the perfect amount of angst and stakes to the story, more than vague threats of getting hurt, esp in the under city, but it’s not too much at the same time. Also your newest TT treebark is probs my favorite fic thus far, and treebark isn’t even my favorite ship lmao. It’s so arghhh yesss with Rens acting but Martyn can’t tell nooooo 😭 I REALLY want to know what Ren was thinking that whole time negotiating with the bandits, esp when he finally looked at Martyn bc he could probably hear his cries the whole time and UGH it breaks my heart in a good way. AND MARTYN ACCEPTING THAT REN WOULD DO THIS, AND FORGIVING HIM????? The angst, the FEELS. Stunning. A masterpiece. I start my days checking to see if you’ve posted I’m so obsessed XD. Might have to draw the scene… anyhow. I see you get a lot of requests to write certain ships now bc all the stories r so captivating we just HAVE to know more. But. I hope you don’t feel pressured or stressed about it, make sure to prioritize your own wants first. The quality is worth the wait <3 that said, I’m going insane over Martyn. oH also!!! Ren grabbing the wolf pendant!!!!!! He knows how much it means to Martyn my HEART they’re so AAAaAAaAaaaaA!! And he waited until he was between Martyn and the bandits to attack! To protect him! 🥺🥺🥺 the little details are so sweet I’m dying to know rens thoughts. He probably has the rage of a thousand suns in him after seeing Martyn tied up, hurt, crying, bc they would DARE lay a finger on the only one who protected him, who was nice to him. Just. Tomorrow can’t come fast enough. I’m def gonna draw this. Also side note love the new pfp
Hello!!!! Good to see you!!!!
I'm so glad you're still reading and enjoying my works!
Also very happy to hear you're enjoying the darker themes that have been coming up recently in both TTSBC and TT! You're exactly right, that's exactly the sort of thing I was trying to nail...oh yeah ANGST with Treebark right now!
I mean. If you feel inspired. I would LOVE if you drew this scene. Because like, I have that art you did of Ren asleep on Martyn's shoulder as the cover image to my Treebark fanfic doc 🥹
Thank youuuu I appreciate the thought about not feeling pressured or stressed, I promise I'm not! I know everyone is just excited for their favorite/most compelling storyline to continue! And like I've said elsewhere, I plan to stick to my mantra...when I try to write something I'm not in the mood to write, I burn out and don't feel like writing at all. That's what happened to me the last time I stopped writing, and I didn't post at all for nearly a year. I HATED THAT. So TTSBC and TT is the perfect situation for me! Lots of ships, lots of characters, lots of dynamics, and between the two I can write BASICALLY anything I feel like at any point in time! So yeah! I'll write what I feel like writing in the moment, because that's always when I come up with my best stuff!
THE WOLFS PENDANT YUP GOOD CATCH. Ren's a good guy, he pays attention to that sort of thing 💖
I'm glad you like my new pfp!!! I love it! It's by my same friend who drew my old pfp, but THIS one is of an original character of mine everyone who reads TTSBC is very familiar with and people very scared of, but I assure you, any resemblance to characters previously mentioned is purely coincidental, hypotheticals should be, should be, should be dismissed, and there is no need to be concerned. 😉
Thank you for coming by again!!!
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Big brain Nero head cannon time!
I loved the "Can I spend my life with you?" fic and it got me thinking... Nero would be so soft around little kids! 🤧 Chaotic but soft! Like playful and fully engaged with whatever they are doing and 1000% down to play with dolls or putting on makeup or a full on nerf war or a foam sword fight or even just chasing the kid around, cackling like a gremlin while the kid screams and giggles! 😭
It would be so precious to watch and my heart can't handle how cute it is!!!
Playtime (Nero x Reader & Their Child)♥
(Dad Nero has my heart💖💖😭 Both baby and Reader are gender neutral for maximum self insertion haha~ I based this on my younger family members and how I mess around with them! (◠‿◠✿) Thank you for the request!! xo)
Summary; Nero playing with your toddler! Word Count; 575 Warnings; None! :)
MASTERLIST🌸
From the second your child was born, Nero’s ‘dad mode’ was unlocked and he hasn't looked back since. Dad jokes, tea parties and telling stories with dramatic voices to make an actor jealous– Nero gladly let go of any pride he had before in order to see his baby smile. That gummy smile and the tiny, cooing giggles when he would make faces and animatedly speak to the tiny baby in his arms… It just made everything worth it.
“I’m gonna get youuu∼!”
“No you won’t–!”
You watch on as the two most important people in your life cause absolute chaos in your living room, couch cushions and toys strewn over the floor and the sound of delighted squealing and giggling warming your heart. Nero is pretending to chase after your toddler, dramatically parkouring over furniture, pretending to be some kind of monster… or maybe a dinosaur? You can’t really be sure, the game changes every few minutes and you’ve given up trying to keep up with the switch ups. He always makes sure to be just unable to reach your child, who squeals and yells for the monster to go away as they run a few feet away– but you know Nero is as eagle eyed as ever, subtly herding them away from potential dangers without pausing the game.
Nero takes playtime very seriously. Sometimes you have to ask yourself whether you have one baby or two– because father and child are on the exact same wavelength when it comes to playing. This is a game of life or death!
“I’m gonna steal all your hugs– give them to meeee∼!” Nero rushes towards your child, hands outstretched in a tickling motion. They scream and run behind the couch, peeking over it with sparkling eyes.
“Nuh-uh! None for youuuu–!” They declare, giggling and waiting for their daddy’s next move. “Monsters don’t get hugs!”
Nero gasps in offence, “What do you mean monsters don’t get hugs?”
“No hugs for monsters!” The child doubles down, grinning as Nero puts a hand to his chest and puts on an indignant expression.
“But what if I’m a nice monster?” Nero challenges, creeping closer to the couch.
“Nope, nuh-uh– no hugs for you!” They see Nero’s approach and starts mirroring his actions so that the two of them are circling the couch.
“Is that so?” Nero grins mischievously.
They giggle, “Mm-hmm! My hugs, you can’t have them!”
You already know what's coming before it even happens, having seen this scenario play out many times before. Nero nods sadly, looking thoughtful. “Hmm, okay… I guess I’ll just have to go without then….”
And then he lunges– vaulting over the couch and capturing the toddler in his arms, lifting them into the air like a trophy. They squeal and kick their arms and legs out in an attempt to ‘free themself’, their cheeks flushed and white hair a mess.
“Gotcha–!” He tosses them into the air before hugging them tightly to his chest. His arms are strong and protective around your child, and they lean into his embrace despite still screaming out in defeat at having been caught by the monster. “All your hugs are mine!”
That's when you decide to make your presence known, wrapping your arms around the two of them and nuzzling your cheek against the soft white hair of your baby’s head. A sneak attack to win you the game!
“-- And now both of your hugs are mine!”
~ 🖤
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