#then i'll be BACK BABY

[celestial--sapphic]

5th January, 1892

"I think that would be cheating, Pops. If I am honest.” Evelyn has to admit, giving a sideways look to her girlfriend who is half-stooping next to her in front of Professor Ronen's elaborate collection of butterflies. 

The Hufflepuff's gaze is focused specifically on one of the winged insects in the tallest glass chamber which sports a mix of vivid colours; rusted red hues on the main part of its delicate, paperthin wings, with black, soft daffodil yellow and an iridescent blue tingeing the edges with spots like blurred ink on wet parchment. Evelyn was never quite sure if the butterflies in question were still alive and enchanted to live inside the glass chambers indefinitely or if they are taxidermy charmed to flutter their wings at regular intervals through some exceptional reanimation spell. The Slytherin is equally never sure which version she prefers. 

"Cheating?" Poppy asks curiously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and tilting her head up slightly to look up at Evelyn from underneath those thick, long lashes that Evelyn never fails to find impossibly attractive. 

"Yes, well doesn't the book expect you to find them out and about in the real world?" Evelyn replies, gesturing absently in the direction of the butterflies and beyond.  

The book, in question, is a one of a set of three spotter guides she bought from Tomes and Scrolls for Poppy as a Christmas present; The Observer’s Guide to British Butterflies, The Observer’s Guide to British Flowers and Observer’s Guide to British Birds. The Hufflepuff absolutely loved them (nearly knocking Evelyn’s glass of mulled cider out of her hand when she pulled her into a hug after unwrapping them) and immediately got to work excitedly filling them in. It was less than three weeks since Christmas and she had already cheerfully ticked off a number of native Scottish birds and hardy flora that can survive the weather, like snowdrops and hellebores. However, given the unforgiving, biting winter weather in the Highlands Poppy had made limited (see: non-existent) progress on the butterflies edition, to her disappointment.   

Poppy hums. “I suppose you are right, it wouldn’t be completely honest. Truly, I would prefer to see the peacock butterfly in real life anyway. They must look so beautiful when they fly freely, imagine the colours…” She trails off, her gaze drifting back to the glass chambers and the regular beating of coloured wings. 

“I would hazard there are a fair few people who get frustrated with the rare ones and just end up going to the Natural History Museum to tick them off,” Evelyn muses, stepping closer into Poppy’s bubble of space, to look closer herself at the butterfly which had Poppy so enraptured. 

"The what?" 

“Natural History Museum.” Evelyn repeats, assuming Poppy hadn’t heard her. 

“The what, sorry?” Poppy asks again.  

“The Natural History Museum, in Kensington, in London?” 

Poppy turns her attention back to the taller girl and gives Evelyn a completely blank look and a small shake of her head.

“Is that… muggle?” The Hufflepuff asks curiously. Poppy having grown up completely in the wizarding world and Evelyn in the muggle world they had found plenty of things in the course of their relationship that one or the other didn’t know about. Poppy telling Evelyn she had never used the London Underground being one example that always springs to mind.    

“You've... you've never been to the Natural History Museum?" Evelyn couldn’t believe it. How had Poppy Sweeting not been to the Natural History Museum? Regardless if it was a muggle institution, she would have bet a Galleon the Hufflepuff's gran would have taken the her at some point, given their joint love of the natural world, magical and otherwise. 

Evelyn knew, at that moment, exactly what they were doing for Poppy’s 17th birthday next month.

[clairedaring]

If I could choose, I’d stop time right here. But in reality, it’s impossible. Both Tew and I, we have to keep living.

SPARE ME YOUR MERCY | 1.06

[canisalbus]

hello! i've written a short little machete fic, and i wanted to share it with you as thanks for all the incredible art and generous question-answering you've been doing these last few months. i hope that if you give it a look, you enjoy it. <3 keep up all your amazing work! archiveofourown [.] org / works / 50945128

✦ A Voi ✦

[zishuge]

As long as the wielder of the sword is strong enough, the Cloud Light Sword will awaken on its own. Fangs of Fortune 大梦归离 (2024) | Ep. 24

[vagueconfusion]

[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

The background humbled me as both an artist and a human.

This is an AU where Percy Jackson got to grow up with his Dad and brother, Triton, in a Mortal AU! Inspired by Mercy Upon Ourselves by hedgehodgy! Veeeery good fanfic, can't get enough of it, it's like an addiction at this point.

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

Custody Battle (dpxdc prompt)

When Jason Todd died, he formed a ghost in the Ghost Zone. Danny Phantom, at this point a good few hundred years old, comes across this tiny, freshly dead ghostling that reminds him a bit too much of himself when he first died. Like any good adult ghost, Danny's core immediately latches onto Jason's as his Son, and bada bing bada boom! Jason now has a ghost dad!

When Jason is resurrected, Danny is in complete distress and immediately goes running across dimensions to figure out where the HELL his baby went. When he finally finds him, Jason is no longer a scrawny little thing but a gigantic brick house of a crime lord with his very own haunt. They grow up so fast!

Jason apparently also has a ton of siblings. It doesn't matter that they aren't ghosts, Danny has decided that he is now the father of all the batkids. Cool! The only problem is... Batman.

What proceeds is the world's weirdest passive-aggressive custody battle as the two compete for the title of Best Dad. The batkids can't decide if Danny and Bruce genuinely despise each other or if they just really, really need to fuck and get the tension over with. Either way, the kids are reaping the rewards.

[mnfrostofficial]

I'm wondering about games watched period, whether it's live or delayed. if multiple options apply, just pick whichever fits best. feel free to expand in tags, I'm curious!

[fromtheseventhhell]

I can tell I'm Arya-pilled to the max because I'll see other Arya stans talking about the questionable morality of her executing Daeron and I'm just like "That was so Lady of Winterfell-coded"

[echosong971]

Pandemonium

[tblsomedoodles]

Might I request a seer twins doodle? It's been a long time since we've seen the bois

oh yes! the bois!

Leo had a bad night so donnie's putting a Jupiter Jim movie on one of his computer screens while he works off a different one. : )

Thank you!

[elizabethrobertajones]

heeey they graphically updated the ARR world leaders with custom models (well. Nanamo has one too but she seems the same to my eyes and she seems like a normal lala when not wearing her full costume?)...

Aside from Raubahn and Merlwyb somehow being even hotter I have to shout out Kan-E's unicorn necklace's radical improvement :D

(unicorn way up so you also never unsee it)

Aymeric, Lyse and Hien remained low poly at the Alliance meeting, as did poor HW-style Thancred, who just dramatically collapsed in order to travel the rift into graphical fidelity...

Also very funny that earlier Asahai showed up with the old graphics, but Maxima was already boasting full new skin textures despite having of course a way more custom model than the completely character creator ready Hyur next to him... This is the exact right time in the game's history to be in late Stormblood to enjoy the roll out.

[milosometimeswrites]

My old WIPS are calling to me like a scorned lover

[sylenth-l]

Last moment catch

*concerned beeping x2*

[eikichi-supremacy]

If nothing else Koenma is a Kuwabara stan and I'm right there with him o7 (I need to write the kuwameshi fic that goes with this fr)

[akaneluvr]

The nape of his neck may look familiar... but the things he's saying make him seem like a stranger.