#they deserve a tiny home

[zoe-oneesama]

“Therapy is for broken people, and our Adrien is PERFECT!” Aside from the inherent nastiness and problems of BOTH of the independent clauses in that sentence, considering how much Emilie is concerned with her public image as well as her image among the people in her Inner Circle, I wonder how it’ll affect her as she continues to drop little nuggets like that when she starts being seen as (and ESPECIALLY treated as) if not a Boy Mom or an Ableist Mom, at the very least an Innocently Insensitive Mom minus the coddling attitude someone like her would hope “naturally” comes with that title.

I mean, if OG, Canon Emilie went so far as to give herself Magic Wasting Disease by using a broken Miraculous to invent the Perfect™️ Obedient Prodigy Child that Literally Cannot Disobey and Has No "Flaws" instead of, you know...adoption...

I definitely see her as the kind of person who can't handle a "broken" child that might, idk, need some help?

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 333

I once more believe Battinson Batman needs to be given a child. Or multiple. Multiple children. I am also once more rotating Ghosts Have Wings Au. 

So Batman, still early in his whole vigilante career ends up busting a shipment, nothing too surprising there. Pretty usual honestly. Except for what was in one of the crates already open. Because it looks like some sort of gemstones but… perfectly spherical. Strange. Suspicious. 

But it’s also late, er, early in the morning, and the GCPD is notoriously corrupt, so like, he’s not going to just leave the weird gemstones, each about the size of a plum or so. (Dear Gotham he’s apparently hungry, and might inwardly vow to never let anyone realize what his tired mind decided to use as measurement) 

So he, unknowingly spurred on by more than just a slight bit of ecto contamination, takes the strange spheres back home. Just puts them in his pockets and heads back to the manor that they moved back into after the whole Riddler mess. (He even found a cool cave! With a bunch of terrifying bats, but they made a glass separator! For safety!) 

But in Bruce’s defense of forgetting about them, he’s more than a little tired and hungry and just wants to sleep for a bit, y’know? So maybe he forgets about the gems as he falls asleep in the chair in the cave (Alfred was not pleased!) until he starts digging around for them. Erm. Did they fall out somewhere?? There’s no holes in his belt pockets… 

And maybe these sort of things shouldn’t slip his mind, the spheres had felt Weird with a capital W, but he gets forced to a circus and there’s an… accident. So maybe he pushed it away as not important because there’s now an angry grieving eight-year old living with him and he’s panickedly reading any and all sort of parenting books he can get a hold of because he has no clue what he’s doing. 

Yeah, maybe his back is itching like crazy no matter what he tries, and maybe he threw up the other day, but it’s fine. This is fine. 

….

Oh dear Gotham those are feathers, this is not fine- ALFREEED!

[clpfanfics27]

If you wrote a sequel, I would read it

There's a very similar fic to this mini Martin au if anyone is interested! Its called pocket sized by Joyheart

👀

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

when you try to stargaze but all you have is ceiling set lights. and they're not even on. smh

[heretherebedork]

I would like to be clear that Mr. Shy should have a much larger enclosure and that he should have a lot more supplies for his best care. Just for the record. Please give turtles better homes than that.

[belethlegwen]

The Stranding - Chp 74 - Aches and Pains

Good afternoon my lovelies <3 I hope you've all been well!

Can you guess what's the ache and what's (who's) the pain? :D

I'm being a little unfair, everyone is tense and on edge in a situation none of them were really as ready to face right now as any of them thought they were, but there are still aches worth examining and pains worth working through and figuring out how to soothe.

Thanks as always for reading and enjoying, I appreciate you all immensely and hope you're all doing as well as you can!

Loves ya a bunch <3

~ Belle

[panharmonium]

this is the most scorchingly accurate burn anyone’s ever delivered

[al-luviec]

still haven't moved on from zane in this episode (aka I hit tag limit again and am unhappy about it)

[jasontoddiefor]

While I personally think Jiang Fengmian should’ve been in love with Wei Changze if anything, I’d murder for fics that dig more into him meeting and befriending Cangse Sanren.

Like, I categorically refuse to believe that Baoshan Sanren’s student have any fucking idea what the real world is like if they never left the mountain.

Which means that Jiang Fengmian met the weirdest fucking person. CSR probably insulted him three times within the first five minutes of speaking to him and seemingly only did one offense on purpose (asking why such a dressed up pretty boy was on a nighthunt in fancy clothes) and decided he found her honesty refreshing.

I want the antics of JFM and his Very First Friend with no (political) agenda, who asks a thousand questions about things he’d never even thought to reflect on and treats everyone equal—

(“Except assholes. They deserve it.”)

—and is a little petty and mean, a bit too much for people, especially polite company. She keeps making fun of him and when one day his temper does snap and he criticizes her back, she just pauses before breaking out in laughter.

And like, he isn’t in love with her, but he loves her all the same as this odd terror, burning bright.

[seraph-of-sizes]

Freminet's B-Day One-shot

Takes place in the BHoDS AU, after the events of the main story, so keep an eye on it, you'll get a few sneak peaks at ideas I have for the main story ;)

As usual: Human Freminet, with borrowers Lyney and Lynette, with some extras as well this time ~

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“Halt!” 

The twins lept out of their skins, hisses echoing in the small corridor. Eventually the light that had blinded them moved away, and their vision cleared enough to see a familiar face.

“Chevreuse.” Lyney sighed in relief as the woman raised an eyebrow.

“So, you want to tell me why you’re sneaking around the walls of the Palais Mermonia?” She asked, giving them a flat look. “The Special Patrol does have other borrower members, not just me y’know.”

“Well it’s good that we ran into you then, isn’t it?” Lyney grinned mischievously.

“We’re here to talk with Monsieur Neuvillette.” Lynette cut in, not wanting the conversation to drag on. “He heard Freminet’s birthday was soon and had one of the Melusines find us. We’re going to be arranging a surprise party.”

“Oh.” Chevreuse blinked, glancing at Lyney who nodded. “Makes sense, he did set up a break time outside of his usual routine, probably to cover up your meeting.” She sighed. “Fine, follow me.”

“So how is your lady-friend Chio-”

“BE QUIET.”

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“Oh good, I was wondering if you had gotten lost.” The twins blinked as their eyes adjusted to the brighter light of Neuvillette’s office compared to the passageways in the walls.

“Oh they did sir.” They watched the Iudex turn in surprise at Chevreuse’s words, only to chuckle. 

“I must thank you then, Miss Chevreuse.” He smiled, taking a seat and crossing his legs. “If you would like to come closer, there are walkways to your left, if not that is perfectly fine. I can hear you from here.”

“I’ll be going back to my rounds, bye you two. Let me know about the party, I’ll see if I can rope some of my humans along.” Chevreuse grinned before ducking back into the walls.

An uneasy silence fell over the room, as the twins realized how little they actually knew about the figurehead of Fontainian Justice.

Neuvillette cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Young Freminet… is a member of the House of the Hearth, and as such I am not at much liberty to interact with him outside of our brief meetings on the streets of Fontaine. I am not all that familiar with his interests or taste in foods, but I can assist in arranging a venue that is safe for everyone to attend, as well as making certain certain individuals are invited in a timely manner with plenty of time to have the event without interfering with their work schedules.”

“That would be perfect.” Lyney relaxed, realizing someone actually capable was going to handle the main aspects, and he could enlist the Traveler’s help for the food and decorations. “Will you get that information to the Traveler when it's done? She’s been our main help.”

“Of course.” Neuvillette nodded.

They continued to discuss what the party would entail and who was to be invited, finally coming to an agreement.

“So the party shall be held in the Spina di Rosula’s base in the Fleuve Cendre the morning of the 21st. The list of attendees shall be sent to the Traveler who shall hand out the invitations.”

“We can work with that.” Lyney grinned. “Thank you Monsieur Neuvillette.”

“Anytime.” The Iudex nodded before a loud knock sounded on the door to his office. “Seems my break time is over, be careful traversing the walls back outside, if you have any issues release a pulse of Neuma or Ousia, one of the Melusines will guide you.”

“Thank you.” The twins bowed before re-entering the walls, wincing as the soft voice of Furina began to chat with Neuvillette.

“She’s still recovering.” Lynette commented, the two having paused at the demure tone. “To have to fool an entire nation, cursed to live at a different size whenever someone looks at you, immortal only to fulfill a role in a play.”

“I heard Miss Clervie and her have met since the Great Flood. She’s still scared witless around Father, but that’s…fair.” Lyney winced. “I wonder what it’s like for her now, able to change her size so freely. It makes me a little…”

“Jealous?” Lynette crossed her arms, staring at her twin knowingly.

“...yes.” Lyney mirrored her, frowning. “I’ve never really wished to be human sized, but seeing someone else enjoying both walks of life, what if we could actually be Freminet’s siblings? Be able to comfort him properly? Hug him tight after a rough mission? Protect the Traveler, help her explore? Not have to rely on humans- all. of. the. time.” By the end Lyney’s words came out through gritted teeth.

“Because that’s not fair, and life is not fair. Especially to borrowers, especially to us.” Lynette countered. “We are enough as we are. Freminet knows that, the Traveler knows that, all of our other human and borrower friends know that.” She sighed, her ears folding back and her tail falling. “I can’t say I don’t wish for it too sometimes. But we cannot fold when we have a winning hand, that would be meaningless and stupid. So let’s… not do that.”

Lyney groaned. “You make me so angry, why did that make sense?”

“Easy.” Lynette snickered. “Because I’m amazing.”

“Alright- c’mere!” Lyney lunged at Lynette who jumped back before racing further into the wall, Lyney hot on her heels.

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“What took so long?” Freminet asked as the twins finally emerged from the marked entrance.

“Lyney is slow.” Lynette shrugged, gracefully dodging Lyney’s attempted tackle.

He grunted as instead of dirt, he fell onto the familiar warmth of Freminet’s hand. “And I said using your vision was cheating!” He grumbled as Freminet’s hand closed around him and lifted him up to the shining blue eyes of his brother. “What?”

“Mean.” Freminet fake-pouted. “The Traveler said she would be back soon, and that you took too long, so she was going to do her commissions real quick.”

“Left our poor brother all alone.” Lyney grumbled playfully, nudging at Freminet’s grip.

“In broad daylight, in the middle of the Court, with no more threat of Primordial Dissolution.” Lynette mocked.

Lyney began to fight against Freminet. “You’re so lucky I’m caught by a human right now!”

Freminet laughed brightly, causing the twins to freeze and look at him in awe. It was the happiest sound they had heard him make since they met. There was an ease of his shoulders, his face was smoothed of any worry, almost perfectly carefree.

“I thank the Archons everyday, that I met you two.” Freminet said softly after calming down, a smile still nestled on his face. “I couldn’t ask for anything else in the world more precious.”

The twins exchanged a look. 

“I’m glad we took the chance and trusted you.” They said in-sync. 

“Wow, that's so sweet.” The siblings twisted to see the Traveler who waved silently, as well as Paimon as she poked her head out of the Traveler’s scarf, smiling as she continued. “We got done pretty quick. One was actually from Monsieur Neuvillette.”

“That’s unusual, usually any commissions are  handled by the Melusines.” Freminet shrugged, gently picking up Lynette and unfurling his hands beneath the twins. “What was it for?”

“Just some documents that needed to be delivered to multiple people. We were the fastest option since the Traveler can use the waypoints.” Paimon explained.

“How is our dear Traveler today?” Lyney asked, turning to the Outlander. She blinked before shrugging, causing Paimon to shriek in protest.

“I’m fine.” She raised an eyebrow at the expectant silence. “Sorry, I… just got back from a trip to Sumeru and something just feels wrong at the moment, I just can’t place it.”

“Yeah Traveler didn’t sleep at all last night. It’s really worrying Paimon.” The tiny girl frowned.

“That’s not good, you need your rest.” Freminet hummed. “Especially you, you’re constantly running around, you’re bound to be exhausted.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you with this.” The Traveler shook her head and placed a hand over her heart. 

“It’s okay.” The siblings chuckled as they spoke in tandem. 

“Let’s go find somewhere I can set up a cooking pot, I’ll make us lunch.” The Traveler smiled.

“Yes! Food!” Paimon cheered, causing the group to laugh.

“It never ceases to amaze me how Paimon can eat a human-sized portion and still act hungry.” Lyney commented as the humans began to walk towards the north-west exit to the Court. “Where does it all go? Perhaps she can teach me a few new tricks.”

“Lyney.” Lynette groaned at the pun.

“What dear sister?” He teased, moving to poke her ticklish stomach, causing the girl to squirm before pouncing on her brother and further engaging in a tickle war.

Freminet just sighed as he moved his hands to contain them both, making them protest briefly at the sudden darkness before going back to play-fighting. He glanced at the Traveler who was fighting back laughter.

“You would think they’re the younger ones sometimes.” He said before laughing softly.

“They trust you so much.” She nodded, smiling back. “One thing I’ve learned about borrowers is that they are forced to grow up so quickly… them acting childish and playing is a testament to their belief that you will keep them safe so they can be at ease.” An unknown expression crossed her face as she turned away. “Protect that trust. Okay?”

“Of course.” Freminet nodded.

After a minute more of walking they came to a stop at a small wooded clearing, an obvious campsite.

“This is usually where I hide my Teapot when in Fontaine, if I’m in the area and its night time this is where you can usually find me.” The Traveler said, placing down a carpet and then summoning a cook pot that floated, likely some device she had picked up.

Freminet took the opportunity to pull his hands apart and fought to keep his expression calm as the twins were trying to fix their hair back from the disasters they had become.

“Do not laugh.” Lyney hissed at him. 

It only became harder as a soft snort escaped him, causing the Traveler to glance over and let out a sharp laugh.

“Damnit Freminet!” Lyney’s face quickly reddened and he buried it in his hands. Lynette began giggling at her twin, teasing him just out of Freminet’s hearing range.

“What are you making?” Freminet asked after a moment, curious at the various things the Traveler had laid out in preparation. 

“Just wait.” Was the reply.

Soon after, the Traveler presented several different dishes, a mish-mash of cuisine from the nations they had passed through. Freminet had watched in awe as Paimon did indeed inhale a massive portion of food relative to her size, meanwhile Lyney and Lynette picked their way through the dishes, trying them and eagerly talking about the differences. Though at some point a Sumerian dish caught them both off-guard with the spice levels and bottles of milk were opened.

Overall the meal was pleasant and Freminet found himself enjoying the Liyuen foods the most, besides the familiar Fontainian cuisine. He noticed the Traveler taking interest in the foods he did, asking him what he liked about each one. It felt oddly pleasant, to describe his likes and dislikes so casually. 

Soon enough the meal was finished, and Freminet got up to help the Traveler put everything away.

“Thank you.” She turned at the quiet words and shook her head.

“Don’t thank me, I like to cook. It’s one of the few skills that doesn’t really require specific knowledge, just an idea of an ingredient's flavor and preparation.” There was another unreadable emotion that passed in her eyes as she turned away. “I’m still not perfect with Teyvat’s Common language, so I may not have described that feeling very well.”

“I understand.” Freminet smiled, gazing down at the dish he was drying off. “I’m the same way with meka. I may not know exactly how everything works, but I know enough, and learning more is never boring.”

The Traveler hummed before hiding a yawn. 

“Traveler!” The two turned at Paimon’s yell, the blonde sighing as she reached up and caught the tiny girl mid-air. “It’s late, if you wait any later you won't sleep…” She pouted from the Traveler’s grip. “And Paimon can’t stand it if you don’t sleep, you have worse nightmares later.”

“Fine fine.”She sighed, sending a tired glance at Freminet. “It’s a bit far to trek back to the Court, I can get a Realm Dispatch for you and the twi-...Lyney and Lynette. If you want to, there's places for both sizes to sleep comfortably, Paimon made sure of that.”

Freminet noticed the stutter in the Traveler’s speech but knew better than to say anything, electing to nod. “I’ll ask them.”

“Alright.” He saw her pull out the Adeptal Teapot before he turned away to walk back to his siblings. 

“Everything alright?” Lyney asked, clamoring into Freminet’s offered hand, helping Lynette up as well. “Paimon took off when the Traveler yawned.”

“Yes, she just wanted the Traveler to go to bed while sleepy since if she doesn’t she may not sleep at all.” Freminet explained as he brought the twins up to his heart, hugging them softly against himself, feeling them begin to purr. “She invited us to sleep in the Teapot Realm, since it’s a bit far back to the Court.”

“Sounds nice, I’m tired.” Lynette hummed, already curling up against Lyney’s warmth, kneading at Freminet’s hand.

“I’m with Lynette on this one, I don’t think any of us would make it home anyhow.” Lyney chuckled.

“Fair enough.” Freminet smiled, walking towards the Traveler as she reappeared from the Teapot.

“Perfect timing. Are you joining us?” She asked, glancing amusedly at the twins in his hands. “They look as tired as I feel.”

“Yeah I think they’re ready to pass out and so am I admittedly.” Freminet glanced away bashfully. “Thank you for inviting us to stay.”

“Here.” He blinked as the Traveler placed a necklace carefully over his head. He glanced down at the wooden charm that hung from it. “It’s the Realm Dispatch, as long as you have it, you can tap on it while imagining the Teapot to teleport there. Any borrowers that are in reaching distance will be teleported too.” At his raised eyebrow she laughed. “Since Paimon flies it was just easier that way instead of constantly having to hold her to work.”

He hummed in understanding, smiling amusedly at that mental image. With a moment of coaching he finally got the charm to work, his eyes wide in awe at the Abode. It was decorated like a mini town center, with the Main House obvious as it towered over the other buildings.

He followed the Traveler, awe-struck into silence as they entered the Main House. She chuckled at him and led him to one of the many rooms, quietly pointing out the human bed and the borrower-accessible only alcove. She then left them alone to go to her own room and crash for the night.

“It’s so peaceful here. No wonder the Traveler can go so many places and look well-rested.” Lyney said before yawning. “Still, it’s late. C’mon dear sister, we just have to climb some steps.”

“Don’t wanna.” Lynette grumbled, but followed Lyney into the walls without much more fuss. Freminet listened before relaxing at the two solid knocks from higher up the wall, they had made it to their own room perfectly fine.

He slowly began to shed his unnecessary clothes and stored them in his inventory, switching to pajamas. He slowly crawled into the Mondstadt-styled bed and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

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A sharp breath filled Freminet’s lungs as he jack-knifed awake, his eyes wide as he felt Lyney and Lynette were not where they were last night, nor were they anywhere around him. His mind shot back to when Father had taken them without him even knowing, had it happened again?

Was the Traveler okay? If someone had snuck into the Abode and kidnapped his siblings, what else could they have done?

He threw on proper battle clothes as quickly as possible, feeling the sharp cold of Cryo wrapping around him, keeping him alert as he left the Abode, Claymore at the ready.

“SURPRISE!”

His heart stopped for a moment at the loud noise, only to zero in on his siblings, standing safely on a table, Lady Clervie standing behind them and smiling at him knowingly. As he relaxed he realized the ensemble of humans and borrowers, people that he had met and helped alongside the Traveler and throughout the Prophecy Crisis.

His eyes began to water as he dismissed his claymore, taking in the decorations that looked like Pers and Rosseland, the cake and treats. Dishes that he recognized as the ones that the Traveler had noted that he had enjoyed.

He smiled. “Thank you.”

He blinked as a hand settled on his shoulder, and he felt his heart leap back into his throat as Father stood beside him, her gaze sharp, only to soften slightly as her grip tightened slightly. “Happy Birthday, Freminet.”

“Happy Birthday!” Chorused through the room.

[loaflovesdoodling]

YOU GUYS WE DID IT OMFG

SCREAMING CRYING BAWLING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I LOVE YOU ALL ONE BY ONE I SWEAR TO GOD SGSHDGSHSHSHAGHAAGHSGSGASGGEGDGGSGSGSGAGSSGGSGGSSGSGSGSGSHHSHSGSHSHSHSHS

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[drawthething]

My favourite thing to do during Christmas is just asking people "Heyyy, guess whose birthday is todayyyy?" and they'd be like "Who?" and I'd be like "Jesus" and they'd give me that look that's like "Don't talk to me no more"

[introspectivememories]

my timbern hot take is that i thank god everyday that we got riley rossmo's art for those first few issues instead of serg acuña's because i know some of you bitches would've been extremely weird about timbern if we had gotten acuña's manga-esque style from the beginning

[ohdeargodwhy]

Okay but if we actually get tedtrent endgame my crops will be watered for 10000 years

[caspiansrecovery]

Nothing more freeing than realizing you have your entirely own space and can do whatever you please with it, so instead of sitting in the same arrangement for the rest of eternity you just...rearrange your whole house. :) Now there's so much more space for activities! :D And another chair to sit outside on (Assuming it ever warms up enough to sit outside... but hey, it's there now!) It's just a nice feeling knowing all this space belongs to me - to do whatever it is my little heart desires with it. I can live in a clean home, or a messy home, or somewhere in-between. I can hang bad art on the walls, or my pride flags off the loft. I can listen to music all day without worrying about annoying roommates. I can walk around naked if I so well please (just gotta make sure those there blinds are closed). I haven't done that, yet, but it's an option!

I guess what I'm saying is, life ain't all bad. And sometimes things work out - eventually all the bad shit you go through ends in a tiny home, rearranging your furniture, music playing, drinking hot cocoa, and finally feeling like it might have all brought you to this point. So, when you feel like giving up - like there isn't a hope in this universal experience for you...there's good out there, you just got to hold on to see it.

I also want to say, in this rather long post, that even a tiny home adventure will come with it its own struggles - there are still long nights of tears, there are still challenges of the world outside of these walls, it all still exists; last night was one of those long, dangerous nights, yet my sun still rose. I'm still here. I'm still alive despite the odds, and I'm safe in my tiny home and grateful I have these walls surrounding me. Decorate your space. Create. Find a place where you can retreat to when the world feels far too heavy to carry on - it will save you. No person can save you but yourself. You deserve to see this through to the end - the real end, not the shortened end. I believe in a tiny home dream for you; whatever your tiny home is, you'll find it some day if only you continue living to find it.

If you're searching for a sign tonight to keep fighting to stay alive, may this reach you - may this be a reminder that there are better days just within reach - may this assure you that somewhere out there is your own personal "tiny home safe space" waiting for you to find it. You're going to be okay.