#she's just a baby

[thursdaymoonrise11]

Phoebe Honeyball's muggle childhood ✨

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If you will indulge me, this is the life of Phoebe (hogwarts legacy MC) before she was discovered as a witch:

Phoebe grew up in village near Bakewell, Derbyshire

Her father works at the post office, and her mother works in the local cotton mill. They are a close knit family and Bee is both a mummy AND daddy's girl

Her family are not well off, and Phoebe is expected to leave school at 15 to help provide, even though her parents wish she could stay in education

Sensitive only child energy

Missing baby teeth ALWAYS

Plays football with her best friend on the dales, even though only boys are allowed to play sports

(football was stolen from an annoying boy at school, but she will cry if her crime is ever discovered)

Often gets in trouble / is caned (it is the 1880s folks) for being too curious for her own good

Can manipulate fire?? When she's emotional?? How can that be??

Once her parents go to bed, she ignites a candle and reads a book she's borrowed from someone in the village (it might be fiction or something mundane like the train station manual, it doesn't matter)

Tall girl her WHOLE life

Her chalk board goes with her EVERYWHERE

Her clothes are always fraying because she's always rushing and pays no mind to how wild her hair gets

Everyone in the village says she's 'away with the fairies'

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[sevizzz]

every time someone writes mean!ambessa she asks me for forehead kisses and if I can be the big spoon tonight

[themilfsland]

the nose scrunch 🥺🤏 baby girl

[avalanchinedream]

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAA

[agathasdoll]

soft witch.

summary: agatha takes care of you after a long day.

pairing: agatha x reader

word count: 1.3k

tw: just straight fluff, it's honestly disgusting how much fluff there is.

when you've had a long day and you're so physically and mentally exhausted you can't even do basic tasks like bathing yourself, she'll do it for you. carefully lathering your entire body in purple lotus soap so you smell just like her(s). she slowly splashes warm water against your body to rinse all the duds off.

she looks at you with the most loving eyes, like you don't get it. she'd trade anything to be able to do this for centuries with you. she squirts some fruity smelling shampoo onto her hands and rubs them together before she interlocks her fingers with your locks. scratching your scalp just the right way, you shut your tiresome eyes and hum lowly. agatha warmly smiles to herself, knowing that she's giving you exactly what you need.

after working the shampoo all throughout your hair she attentively washes it out, making sure not to get any water in your face. she then gets some fancy conditioner into your hair, sometimes you swear your wife knows more about your hair than you do, because whenever she works her magic it always comes out looking better than you could ever get it to. she grabs a hairbrush, gently brushing the conditioner in, from your roots all the way down to your ends, making sure there's not a single tangle in sight.

before washing it out, she looks at you so contently. placing tender kisses all over your face. your cheeks rising as you smile feeling her love all over your skin with one last longing kiss on your forehead, she whispers "let's wash this out" the fond grin plastered across her face makes you feel warm inside. you nod your head as she slightly shifts so she was better access to your hair. throughouly rinsing out the conditioner, and doing her best to get as much of the water out of your hair, she twists it and places it into a lazy bun. "let's get you out and warm, bunny" she coos. holding onto your sides she lifts you up and out of the tub.

she wraps you in a fuzzy towel, drying your body off. guiding you to your shared bedroom. she grabs another towel for your damp hair and 'accidentally' wraps it around your face "ags!" you half whine half giggle out. "oh! my mistake" she blurts out sarcastically with a playful grin on her face as she wraps the towel in the correct place this time and tucks it into itself so it remains secure. she leaves a gentle peck on your nose before swiftly grabbing the lotion off the vanity. she sits on the footboard bench pulling you closer to her. she looks up to you with a questioning face, as though she's asking for permission. you drop your towel, causing heat to rise in your cheeks as now your bare body is fully displayed in front of agatha.

as if she can read your thoughts, she utters softly, "don't be shy, sweetheart" and kisses up your stomach. you caress the stop of her head and make her look up at you. her alluring blue eyes looking into yours, "you look beautiful" she says with so much love in her tone. all you can do is look at her cordially and give her an appreciative smile. moments like these are the ones you both lived for, the intimacy that stayed within the four walls of your home made you want to never step outside again and stay in this trance of yours forever.

agatha squeezes some lotion onto her hands and rubs it in so it's not completely cold when it makes contact with your skin. she works her way up, from your legs to your chest. gently massaging the substance into every nook and cranny of your flesh. once she's done she begins to dress you into a matching set of cute satin purple pj's that she picked out. she helps you step into your underwear, then your shorts, standing up she guides each of your arms into the holes of the top and then she buttons it up, looking down at her you notice the little crinkle in between her brows, making you giggle as you can tell she's really concentrated on not missing any buttons.

"what's so funny, bunny?" she questions as she gets down to the last button. "nothing, you're just adorable", she looks at you with a perked brow and hums in response not entirely buying your answer. you snake your arms around her shoulders and hers find your waist. you slightly stand on your tippie toes to kiss the older woman's forehead, as she slightly taller than you. you place your forehead on hers and you both just stand there for a moment with your eyes closed enjoying this sense of serenity. "should we do your face then hair?" she whispers. "yes" you whisper back. neither of you wanting to let go of one another, you both stand there in silence relishing each other's presence. "okay" she whispers once more before breaking her forehead away from yours. you gaze into each other's eyes. you place a kiss on your wife's nose slightly throwing her off before a blush creeps in across her face making you smile. you release yourself from her grip and take her hand in yours guiding her to the vanity table.

you take a seat on the soft ottoman, patting the clear space on the surface in front of you for your wife to sit down on. she gladly accepts your invitation and takes a seat. she pours a bit of moisturiser onto her finger and swipes it across your cheeks, forehead, nose and chin before gently rubbing it all in. she grabs some lip ice and applies it across your lips and steals a quick kiss from you. "hey!" you jokingly yell in protest. "whaaaat??" she responds obliviously, "i needed some too" she shrugs. you playful cross your arms and huff. "fine, here" she jokingly rolls her eyes and smears more across your lips, "happy now?" you smile with all your teeth indicating that you are. "god, you're so silly" she mumbles as picks up the hairbrush and gets up to stand behind you.

she undoes the towel on your head with her free hand, letting it fall to the ground. she brushes you hair, making you hum in contentment. with a few more strokes she places the brush down and grabs a nourishing hair serum to apply. she places a few drops onto your scalp and uses her hands to work it through all of your hair. the feeling of her velvety hands on your scalp slowly had you feeling dazed. "what would you like me to do with your hair, sweet thing?" your wife cheerfully asks. you hum in thought, "whatever you please, ags" with that she decides to do two dutch braids. agatha takes your hair very seriously, it's one of her favourite things about you. she can always just get so lost in it, so she always makes sure to give it the best care.

she whips out a rat tail comb, making sure to part your hair evenly all the way down your head, sending goosebumps all over your skin. she plaits the first half and secures it with an elastic and repeats the same process on the other side of your head. "there you go, doll" she says, lifting your head so you can properly see yourself in the mirror. "what do you think?" she asks as she places a kiss on the top of your head so her question is kind of mumbled. "it looks good, thank you, honey." you look up at her, "i can't wait to have wavy hair tomorrow!" she hums in satisfaction with your response. "dinner?" she questions.

[little-pup-pip]

Socks appreciation post!!

[musicopera4life]

I just want to put this here

[the-art-block]

STRENGTH | NIA

the patron saint of little victories.

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i'd die for nia

Nia © @syntheticmortal

[sunflower1274]

She's just a tiny little baby. The most stunning tiny little baby 💖

[whomadeyouwarchief]

one thing that i think is interesting with Rembrandts age in the warriors musical is the change. Obviously, the original novel, Rembrandt is assumed to be the youngest (not confirmed), and in the movie, is the youngest (confirmed). Because of that, Rembrandts character was built off of being the youngest. Each choice made for Rembrandt was made based off of being the youngest.

While in the new musical, Fox is the youngest (which is an argument on it's own). However, Rembrandt is still characterized as if she's the youngest. And we can still assume she's in highschool as she is in the original

All of her lines are delivered as if she's wide-eyed, eager to prove. While some parts that do make her seem younger have been cut "Hey guys! Wait up!", some other parts have been kept. "I found coney island on this map!" One specific thing about this interaction in particular is that when Rembrandt is teased, she's rescued. But the language used is what you'd use when absently comforting a child. "It's okay, nobody can read these maps anyways."

One other major part is Rembrandts interaction with the Bizzies (formerly known as the Lizzies). In the original, Rembrandt does interact with them, but doesn't get nearly as far as the other members because of his age. However, in the newer version, we still see that happening. Rembrandt is hesitant and not as into it.

While I think that there's an argument for Rembrandt being an adult until proven otherwise, I just think all of her character is built off of being a child. That's her tragedy, that's her motive, that's her backstory.

[apartfromgod]

Smthing about how Jackie said "I'm not going to die a virgin."

Smthing about how she didn't believe she would survive out there. Or how she didn't want to.

Smthing about how the snow would've woken her up, and she stayed outside anyway.

Smthing about how it was suic/ instead of an accident.

Because if she didn't have Shauna, what did she actually have left for her?

[chonkysalamander]

for you to agree and disagree!!

I hope you like them i spent 10 minutes on this

[fruitmilkshake]

She's just a baby 😭💕

[themilfsland]

Cutie little sweet pie 🤲

[bwapbwop]

um um meet Dhalia. She is a Lego Monkey Kid oc ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• ) ...but also her own little rot that's taken over my brain.... I love her little pigtails too much (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ )♡

She's just a baby...(´･ω･)…｡oо○

Anyways see y'all in like two months or something...

[vladstocker]

You'll be missed Camp Koala 😭😭