#my baba forever

[orionssbelt]

a hug from him would save my life

[ragingbullmode]

using my mixed kid powers to disgust ppl who consider themselves more ethnically “authentic” then me when i tell them about how most of the food we eat is fusion bc my baba didnt have access to a lot of mexican ingredients in japan & learned how to maneuver around it anyway to make my mexican grandpa feel more at home before they moved to the states raaaahhhhhhhh

[solarlight2625]

✨Oooooo you wanna hear about my riptide au so bad oooooO✨ you wanna hear about my babies SOOO bad ✨✨✨

please please please please please please please PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT THEM PLEASSEEEE (ive got so much to say about them)

[tanpoyo]

I'm actually so emotional that it's been actually 5 years since fe3h came out. That game came and lit up my life at such a dark time for me and gave me characters that felt like they understood what I was going thru because they were going thru it to.

Also happy 5th anniversary to my biggest kin character ever ilu dimitri Alexander blaiddyd🥰🥰🥰

[idk-iposteverythingiwant]

Dang,I love this dirty little man.

He is the best, fight me.

Last two doodles transfer:

Waiter: Welcome to the Friar's fat Boy, Today half price for Couples and Parents-Child!

Baba: ......We're Parents-Child !

Rumpel: Yep.

[slowlyfadingaway5]

haven’t cried this much since acoc and jet and lapin died

[soltudes]

Underwater Candy.

[mchiti]

my baba would say

آه على الزمن الجميل

lol every time we were ready to go lbled , he'd start playing this

طفولتي عشتها مع هاد الاغنية

[kamuro-junrenka]

We as a society need to appreciate nagumo more

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

i NEED to play tetris im having withdrawls

[babywriter]

"Aren’t you glad that I found your all your pictures of diaper girls, Tommy? Aren’t you? Aren’t you? Yes, you are!" Cooed your stepmother.

She had done so a few weeks ago and since then you have been stuck as a baby girl. Something told you that your stepmother was exceedingly glad to have found such a good excuse to transform you.

First came the diapers, thick and cloth-based. Immediately, you were forbidden to use the bathroom.

Then came the baby things, all pink and girly. Pacifiers, toys, plushies, bed covers.

Finally, the hormones and surgeries to render you an incontinent baby girl. You also couldn't stand on your own anymore and your voice had changed into a high-pitch garble unable to produce words beyond "mama", "baba" and "diapy". Routinely, you drooled all over yourself. You had become a prisoner in your own body.

"Isn't it great? You get to be my little diaper girl! Yes, you do! Forever and ever, no more big boy." Your stepmother laughed happily as she brought you closer to her breast. It was feeding time after all.

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

how do you think Nikto would react if his lover (who is usually a very chill and simple guy) brought him Zakhaev's head as a gift

the bf found out what was done to Nikto and by whom and his first response was "i gotta kill that guy i got no other option". reader turns into john wick and baba yaga's into Zakhaev's place to get his ass and bring Nikto a lil gift

Ngl I would too if I had Nikto baby.

"You fucking what?"

The man asked, not believing his ears. Almost feigning it as another one of his hallucinations if you, wonderful sweet and stupidly simple you. His fucking lover. His maybe now soulmate, didn't bring him a present box.

And claiming that one his enemies. A nationwide terrorist. The one that fucking ruined his life. Got hunted by one. One simple. Man. Okay maybe he did have a good conscious when he agreed to be yours.

Warily he walked over. Absentmindedly and feeling that first strand of brain matter fizzing out in his mind, picked up the box. And continued his dinner. It's a conversation he could deal with tomorrow.

Though by the way blood was dripping everywhere from the edges of a box to all over the now bloody floors he just cleaned maybe he didn't have to wait till tomorrow.

Opening it cautiously as if it could disappear any moment. He peered into it. He swore his dick twitched from excitement. Oh yeah, you were in for a long, relaxing, praising night.

He could tell from the scratches and stitches on the side of the bastard's face that you had taken it slow and steady. Torturing him. Fuck. He had to ask you for the tape. And maybe fuck you to it.

Oh and using a blunt tool to decapitate Zakhaev? He should buy you that dream build you keep talking about.

He was going to fucking spoil you rotten and more. Drool already dripping down from behind his mask at how grateful he was to have you as a boyfriend. And maybe, have you forever.

It's not once in a lifetime you get such a good hunting dog.

With a snap of his neck and one big step he wall all over you quickly. Peppering kisses like a big fucking mutt, sloppy and messy. Partially bending you over the dinner table as he bombarded you.

"Lyubov'?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you want me to get down on my knees?"

"...what?"

"Or do you want to get down on yours?"

"..."

"Anything's on the table Tonight, sweetheart. Anything."

"Oh."

Canon nikto would probably do the same but with less words and more action honestly.

[permetutotheworld]

200 follower events!!

freakin crazy that i got here, i only got tumblr at the start of summer but ive made some wonderful friends here and im so glad i joined

TJE EVENT: same as last time, anyone can send in a poem/microfic request for these fandoms - les mis, marauders, good omens, TJ Klune books (any of them) and percy jackson, it can be based off of a song, a character or a scenario

eg: poem for regulus about when he got the mark, or microfic about lily based off of yoko by maisie oeters

FOR MOOTS ONLY:

🩷 - i will give you a colour, a song and a fictional character

💛 - i will assign you one of my ocs in the book im writing and explain why (very detailed also might not make much sense)

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[eatmyass-x]

One afternoon while Wei Ying is preparing dinner, A-Yuan looks up from his toy trucks and asks, “Baba, how comes lots of people in my class have a mom, but I don’t?”

Wei Ying’s hands falter at the chopping board. “Every family is different,” he explains carefully. “One mom, two moms, one dad, two dads. There’s loads of options.”

“But who decides?”

“What do you mean, baobei?” Wei Ying asks.

A-Yuan looks at him like he’s being silly. “Who decides who gets one baba, or two babas, or ten babas?”

Wei Ying laughs. He’s relieved A-Yuan only seems curious and isn’t upset. “Well, grown ups usually decide if they want a husband or a wife. And then they have baby radishes together.” He gives A-Yuan’s nose a gentle poke, making the boy giggle. “But some people like me decide to do it alone.” His explanation is probably not the best, but A-Yuan’s questions have admittedly taken him by surprise.

“So grown ups can have a husband or a wife…” A-Yuan holds up two sticky fingers to demonstrate. “And Baba still doesn’t have anyone?”

“I—” Wei Ying is gobsmacked. He stares at A-Yuan with his mouth agape. A-Yuan looks at him expectantly, like he’s waiting to hear an explanation as to why his Baba is incapable of finding love. Wei Ying quickly turns away and starts plating out their food. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Aunty Yanli said—”

“Eat up, baby.” Wei Ying grins wide and feeds A-Yuan a mouthful of rice, effectively shutting him up. And that’s the end of that.

Or so he thinks.

The next morning on the school playground, A-Yuan escapes from Wei Ying’s hold the second he spots Lan Jingyi, running into his friend’s arms like they’ve been separated for years. They see each other every weekday, and sometimes on the weekends too.

Wei Ying laughs and spots Jingyi’s dad looking similarly amused. The sun is out today and Lan Zhan’s pretty eyes sparkle in the sunlight. He’s utterly breathtaking. Wei Ying's heartbeat still stutters every time they see each other, and they see each other almost every day. It’s humiliating, really.

“Good morning, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan greets, voice as rich and low as ever.

“Morning, Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying gives him a big, beaming grin. “How was your weekend without us?”

Lan Zhan doesn’t quite smile, but there’s laughter in his eyes. “Messy. Jingyi got into—”

“Mr Lan! Mr Lan!” A-Yuan runs back over and attaches himself to Lan Zhan’s leg like a limpet, creasing up his neatly ironed slacks.

“Yes, A-Yuan?” Lan Zhan’s hand instinctively goes to A-Yuan’s head, patting it like he does his own son’s.

“Baba needs a husband, Mr Lan,” A-Yuan says.

Wei Ying’s blood runs cold, his whole life flashing before his eyes. “A-Yuan, no—!” he splutters, trying to get the boy to stop.

But A-Yuan forges ahead without a care, voice filled with glee. “Can you marry my Baba please, Mr Lan? Then me and Jingyi can be real, actual brothers and be together forever! And then— And then we can all live happily ever after!”

“That’s enough, A-Yuan!” Wei Ying exclaims. His body feels like it’s on fire and he can hear the blood rushing in his ears. He crouches down to be at eye level with A-Yuan, despite the shakiness of his legs. “Remember what we said about thinking before we speak?”

“Ummm… that we should think before we speak?” A-Yuan blinks his innocent doe eyes up at him like he hasn’t just ruined Wei Ying’s life.

“Exactly,” Wei Ying sighs. But he doesn’t have it in him to get upset or annoyed with his son. “It’s time for you to head into class. Your teacher’s waiting for you.” He kisses A-Yuan on the forehead. “Bye bye, radish. Love you.”

“Bye bye, Baba! Love you too!” A-Yuan gives him a fat, slobbery kiss right back and then skips off to his classroom, hand in hand with Jingyi.

Wei Ying grits his teeth and slowly stands back up. Time to face the music. “I’m so sorry, Lan Zhan. I promise I didn’t put him up to it.” He doesn’t quite have the courage to meet Lan Zhan’s eyes. “He’s been asking questions about families and moms and dads and I don’t know, maybe I didn’t explain things properly. I’m so sorry, Lan Zhan.”

“No need to apologise,” Lan Zhan tells him.

“No, but there is!” Wei Ying insists. “Tell me how I can make it up to you?”

When there’s no response, Wei Ying braces himself and hesitantly looks up. Only to find that for some strange, inexplicable reason, Lan Zhan is smiling. “Let me take you out to dinner, Wei Ying.”

“What?!”

“A date,” Lan Zhan explains, like it isn’t clear enough already. “To make it up to me.”

“But Lan Zhan, I— You—” It seems that all Wei Ying is capable of today is sputtering and making a fool of himself.

Lan Zhan steps closer, still with that amused glint in his eyes, and gently brushes away a strand of hair that’s blown into Wei Ying’s face. “Don’t you want to live happily ever after, Wei Ying?” he asks.

Wei Ying feels like he’s died and gone straight to heaven.

[xbomboi]

yapping about Briar. fellow Briar enjoyers assemble.

okay okay i don’t make it too obvious (or maybe i do, i wouldn’t know) but briar is my personal favorite character. i think about where the stories of all the characters would go and what their arcs would be a lot, but hers in particular is really important to me.

so i wanna talk about it.

first of all, she’s narcoleptic coded, right. we all know that. but her mom on the other hand reads to me, like, an alcoholic mother? and her dad is just willfully ignorant. either way, there’s a huge sense of neglect going on in that family. i mean go figure why briar would be the one doing most of the work raising her brothers. and of course she’s a party girl, because who’s gonna stop her? her parents? see yeah exactly.

so i don’t think it’s unreasonable to say she doesn’t have very strong parental figures in her life, at least not at home. but, and now you have to really hear me out about this one, i think baba yaga could take up a parental role in her life.

i know it isn’t much, but the seeds for her having at least a hint of a connection with baba yaga are there.

in the webisode “Stark Raven Mad”, baba yaga scolds briar for rambling about her party, and then as the commotion picks up she’s still exercising authority over briar in particular.

then there’s thronecoming, wherein, when briar is sulking at the dance, upon noticing the picture on the projector, she asks baba yaga for answers, who provides them.

and then skipping all the way to epic winter, after the girls become a little creeped out by her mannerisms and book it, briar is the one who makes sure to peak back in and give a parting remark.

so i think there’s potential there to be explored. her feeling neglected at home and then finding solace in another adult at school would be neat.

but the fact that it’s baba yaga is important, so just put a pin in that and we’ll circle back to it.

now, i think out of the core four, she was (at least at first) the hardest to actually pin-point what the future of her story could look like. with raven, i think it’s pretty clear her journey is just continuing to combat the prejudices of the world as she fights for change, apple is now pretty much on a path to figuring out her own future as ruler of a kingdom and what that’s going to entail, and maddie is the goofball that’s there to have fun and be supportive along the way.

then there’s briar. and, let me be clear, no, in my mind that girl is not sleeping for 100 years with where things are heading; in the main universe of the story, briar will be free of the sleeping beauty destiny.

but it’s like, if she’s not gonna sleep, what more is there to actually do with her? what direction COULD her life go in? because if she’s no longer fated to sleep 100 years of her life away, then she can’t just party like there’s no tomorrow anymore. she’d need to decide what she actually wants to do with her life.

and i think i have an idea.

i mentioned her narcoleptic coding at the start with intent to bring it up again. see, you might notice that a lot of the fairytale aspects of ever after high can be read as allegories for real-world problems. for example, hunter and ashlynn’s relationship is treated in their world the same way society may look at queer couples or biracial couples. or how raven’s mom being trapped in a mirror is their world equivalent to not paying child support.

with that kind of correlation in mind, i think treating briar’s curse as a condition could open up an interesting opportunity. i think, in their world, curses as a whole could be viewed as a separate branch of medical specialization, with briar spearheading this notion of thought.

we know briar is well-versed in chemythstry already. in the webisode “Briar’s Study Party” she makes note of the fact that she’s been studying forever-after, and she demonstrates enough knowledge in the subject to enthusiastically teach it to her friends, who all end up acing their tests on it as a result.

i think this is something she could potentially make a career out of. i think she could come to the conclusion that she wants to be able to help break curses for people everywhere, and could pursue learning to develop potions and elixirs to do so.

which could happen under baba yaga’s tutelage.

picture this: briar declares her newfound goal, to which baba yaga offers to teach briar all she knows in order to achieve what she’s set her sights on. briar—with an ounce of hesitance—accepts, and baba yaga officially takes her under her wing with the intent of mastering sorcery.

obviously, she wouldn’t lose who she is in this. she’s still gonna be an impulsive, adrenaline junkie who desperately needs a screentime limit on her mirrorphone. but in this process, she’d be rounded out by baba yaga and would in turn mature a bit from the experience. she’d get serious about life, but she wouldn’t let go of who she is at heart.

this could lead to her becoming the resourceful one in the main group. like on adventures, she’d be able to pull out a potion or whip something up (because i’m not going to let raven’s magic make her too o.p. she’s gotta have limitations) as a solution to problems. she could really have a role that proves useful and important to the story.

that’s my ideal pitch for where to take briar’s character.

[babey-lewis]

Hey there cutie, are you ready for bed? You are? Such a good baby!! I'm so proud of you! I love you so so much, you know that, yeah? You do? I'm so glad! I want you to feel my love forever and ever. Baba/daddy/mummy will stay with you until you fall asleep. What's that? You want a lullaby? Of course my baby.