#so I haven’t gotten to them yet

[royaltea000]

Would you rather have a twink dad or lesbian daughter

[leefyberrybread]

Silly Whirlybird!!

But decorative sketchbook page :]

[myokk]

It's a clear, beautiful summer's day, the type of day that starts out bright and full of birdsong, that ends looking up at the stars and the moon while crickets chirp and fireflies show soft bursts of light. When the air is warm and full of life and the smell of hot grass and lavender and honey permeates everything.

The whole summer had been like that, really. Running outside with abandon, chasing each other through the tall grass deliriously happy and lying down in the fields surrounding their village, watching the clouds float by while they eat cucumber sandwiches. It's the summer before their first year at Hogwarts; the Sallow twins know that their life's about to change and are determined to enjoy their last summer of childhood.

Maybe they're too old for this sort of thing - they are eleven, after all, but both of them know that this summer is a turning point for them and they want to cherish every moment for as long as possible. Their parents have been encouraging them, often sending them out for the whole day, piling journals and ink and quills and picnic baskets full of food in their hands, encouraging them to research and be curious about the world around them as they had always done.

This day, however, their parents are almost eager to push the twins out of the house. Their mum's smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. Sebastian feels nervous about this, but doesn't realize why until much later, when the memory is analyzed and remembered during his dreams. (definitely not while awake). When they leave the house in the morning, she makes sure to kiss each of them on the cheeks which she normally never does and Sebastian pushes her away in disgust, much to his future horror. In the moment, all he can think is that he might still be holding on to the last moments of his childhood, but he's too old to be kissed by his mum.

(but now, Sebastian doesn't know if his memory is faulty and he is adding moments that never actually existed in the first place. the mind is a tricky place)

He never allows himself to think about these halcyon days, the perfect-until-it-wasn't summer before they went to Hogwarts; this day in particular is forbidden to remember. His unconscious mind rebels against his iron will.

They spend the morning looking for the fairies that Anne had dreamed about the night before. She's convinced that it's a prophetic dream and they march around in circles in the little copse of trees - a forest to the two children, who haven't really ventured out of their village - as Anne tries to remember where she had seen the fairies in her dream.

Sebastian is happy to follow her even if (maybe especially if) he thinks it's a futile adventure - what else are summer days for?

They're in that strange junction between childhood and adolescence; desperate to just grow up already and become the people they were always meant to be, and yet just wanting to spend their days being kids, without a care in the world.

"Come on, Sebastian," Anne calls to him, a tiny stream gurgling between them. In one hand, she's holding the map that she drew as soon as she woke up; in the other, boots stuffed with her stockings.

Sebastian huffs as he trudges behind her, arms full with their bags, his shoes, and the picnic basket. Anne had offered to help him carry things, but he refused on principle. Their dad is always doing small things like this for the women in his life, and Sebastian wants to be just like him.

Anyways, Anne has her own role as the leader today, and it won't do to have her bogged down.

And he's eleven, more than old enough to carry everything.

He steps through the tiny creek, mud and slush squishing through his toes, and he smiles. There isn't anything he loves more than being outside, except maybe being outside with a good book.

"Keep your eyes peeled for a tree with a knobby trunk, with lots of knots that look like faces," Anne tells him, glancing over her shoulder, then turns her face back to her map and scrunches up her face. "In my dream, the fairies lived nearby."

They spend the rest of the morning continuing their fruitless search, laughing as they walk in circles, then set up their picnic in the field next to their house.

"What do you think Hogwarts will be like?" Anne asks, a dreamy look on her face.

Sebastian doesn't look at her when he answers. He lies back and stares at the clouds. They've already had this conversation hundreds of times since their Hogwarts letters arrived, both of them have their parts memorized. "Amazing. I can't wait to actually be able to use our magic instead of just reading about it."

Anne rolls to her side and props herself up on her elbow, getting a better look at her brother's face. With a smirk, she says, "I think I'll like Transfiguration the best. I can't wait to be able to turn you into a -"

A huge noise interrupts her before she can continue. Sebastian sees the confusion in her face before he truly registers that something has happened. It's like everything's moving in slow motion and all he remembers clearly whenever he dreams of this day are his feelings of confusion and disbelief and the smell of fire.

There's a huge explosion and the air is full of smoke and he and Anne are scrambling up, the picnic blanket tangled up around their bare feet and -

Hand in hand they run in the direction of the huge black smoke that is billowing up. It coats the air - they can't see anything and the smell of burning fills their noses and the smoke fills their lungs and they're coughing coughing coughing -

Sebastian doesn't want his sister anywhere near the blackened husk of their former house but he is also terribly afraid to be alone. They stand in the middle of what used to be their house, blackened half-walls, charred wood that used to be their table, the old couch they read on every night, it's all smoldering, all gone, the thick black smoke making his eyes water and choking and smothering everything in its wake. His mind can't comprehend what he's seeing. Everything is so familiar and yet so wrong.

He doesn't know how long he and Anne stand there, clutching each others' hands like they are a tether to reality. Which, he supposes, they are. They might be there thirty seconds, ten minutes, one hour, an eternity...

Then, neighbors are running to the twins, coughing, covering their faces in the crooks of their elbows as they conjure blankets with their wands and wrap Sebastian and Anne up and drag them out of what is - was - their home.

This part is always hazy. Sebastian can't remember if he cries. Or if he even says anything. He just stands there with Anne, the smoke thick and oppressive as it pours out of their house. Everything is crumbling apart.

(A hand gently caresses his scalp, fingers light and reassuring as they dance through his hair)

Their neighbors try their hardest to salvage what they can. The daguerrotype that their mother had cherished more than anything, taken a few years before, miraculously survives. Sebastian stares at it, the tiny figures moving and laughing and smiling as though everything is perfect. He wants to throw it and break it or maybe rip it up to shreds but he can't bring himself to do anything but stare.

Their father's wand is also shoved into Sebastian's hand, unscathed. It was found just outside of his father's curled fingers, lying pristine on the ground as if mocking the destruction that it caused.

At some point, their Uncle Solomon, who they've only really seen once a year growing up, shows up with a loud crack and tears through the rubble, tears carving wet tracks through the soot on his face. His voice goes rough with desperation and when he walks up to the two orphans, he is almost unrecognizable.

As if in slow motion - maybe an after-effect of the curse that has destroyed their lives is that the air has turned into molasses - Sebastian watches his uncle stagger over to them. He looks much older than Sebastian remembers.

Later, when Sebastian looks at his reflection in the mirror of his new home, the boy staring back at him also looks much older than he remembers.

Before It Felt Like A Sin, Chapter 14

[passionpeachy]

holding onto my clown plushies from @ambisweetiepie for dear life

[contagious-addiction]

All these wangxian fics about Wei Wuxian being turned into an animal and needing Lan Wangji to help him but where’s the equally hilarious idea of Lan Wangji becoming an animal during a night hunt and Wei Wuxian having to take care of a disgruntled Lan Wanji turned rabbit, hmm??

[ishouldgay]

I’m a Shadowheart/Karlach shipper and proud of it. Please, please, let this become a ship. They’re literally perfect for each other. Shadowheart likes kind gestures while being realistic and Karlach is not only that but she’s tall and buff. It’s perfect.

[dovewingkinnie]

is casey nonbinary? :0c

yaya!!

[ishizizzle]

What break up lol

[linkito]

I am here to beg and plead for Vex arc tidbits. Link pls, pls share things? Tell me more about all the people? Any art I can convince you to share? I beg?

-🎀

ok ok fine<33

I was going to work on full character sheets for them but yknow? maybe those can wait until the vex arc proper (gives me more time too—)

BEHOLD! THE OCS! [Nico, Kane, and Nadia, in that order]

Without spoiling too much, let’s see—

Nico and Kane are two of the strongest warriors at the vex village Grian and Scar find themselves in, and they’re a pair of mates as well. They’ve known each other a long time and grew up on this server, so fighting is certainly ingrained in them.

Nico is a swordsman, very laid back and somewhat snobby, but he has a huge soft spot for Kane. Likewise, Kane is loud and brash and often speaks without thinking—causing many problems with Grian and Scar early on— but he’s smitten as hell for Nico.

Both very typical vexes with more violent natures than what Scar is used to. The stereotypes he was forced to reckon with when coming to this server. And yet, both are still very human, both so very full of life and love.

Nadia is not native to this server. She used to live a primarily peaceful life with her mate until, one day, he met with an unfortunate end. Now a widow, she migrated to this server, though somewhat unintentionally. She’s made a name for herself here though, being the one who founded the village and the unofficial leader of the vex.

She’s very fond of Scar and his more peaceful ways. She has high hopes for him and Grian and their unshakable bond between one another. 💕 (very much a mother figure to them, Scar especially)

Honestly, there’s sooooo much more about them, especially Nico and Kane as Ange and I keep developing them more and more.

I’m so excited for the vex arc. It’s maybe my favorite.

[danothan]

tough pill i have to swallow is realizing that “getting better” doesn’t mean “getting to do more things,” getting better for me means taking better initiative in protecting myself. and THAT means making sure i do LESS things

[theoldworldsrunnerup]

Was incredibly bored at a social event and there were crayons and paper so I tried drawing with them lol

[spock-smokes-weed]

Not to keep adding ideas to the ever-growing pile I have, but I do think a lot about a fic of Sanji’s siblings coming crashing back into his life once he’s settled down in the All Blue.

Like Sanji is living his dream. He’s got his restaurant, he’s got Zoro, he’s got three beautiful children, he’s got his found family in the crew and the baratie. He’s fully thriving and BAM a big ass ship shows up one day and out pops his siblings looking for him.

And he so fucking mad because he never wanted to see any of them again. He especially didn’t want his kids within 100 miles of them. But they roll up to his restaurant (or house, depending what kind of narrative tension you want to have) and say “dad’s dead. Come home for his funeral”

Aaaaand that’s all I got.  

[deus-ex-mona]

the nghy sendoff scene is super cute!!

from hiyori’s confident smile and “just you wait! i’ll definitely report back with good news (about the track meet)!” and nagisa’s “yeah, i’m looking forward to it.”, showing his support and faith in her running abilities…

to their promise to keep in contact…

just… the contrast between nagisa’s slightly lonely look as he tells her “…keep in touch, ‘kay?” and hiyori’s bright smile as she agrees with a “yup! see ya!”…

and it seems like hiyori’s going to leave just like that, but t h e n

…she abruptly turns around to give nagisa an especially adorable angelic smile and wave and!!!!!!!!!

nghy are just so precious guys… they deserve all the happiness in the world…

live laugh love nghy!!!

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

zuko n sokka having fun in the rain till it gets either too cold or the storm gets worse n they help each other get dry, though its difficult since they wanna be in constant contact and r just too giddy and giggly meaning something that takes them twenty minutes takes them an hour cause they can't keep their hands off each other

hey so what the fuck.

BHJHAJAJJAJHHJSXHJBSAXHBJXASJHBXAHJBAXSJBHSAXJHBSDHJBSADHJBASDMBH????? This is adorable??? I can literally SEE this wtf I’m about to cry 😭😭 nooooo I didn’t even CONSIDER rainy day fluffy zukka UNTIL NOW !!!

[lesawrites]

For a little while now, I’ve been working on a google doc with just…as many names with meanings as I can possibly put in. It’s not done, and once I organize the names I have I’ll just go back to add even more and then repeat over and over again, but I realized this might be something that could help other people too.

If I were to post lists of names on here with each post being a different meaning/theme…would anyone be interested in seeing them? Cause I’ll start posting those if there’s interest.

[cosmicheartz]

Psychonauts fixation got hands bc why am I up at 2 am writing hcs for the campers when they’re older