#thyme is tired

[clockingcreativity]

i have NOT stopped thinking of those ankarna and cassandra designs since i saw them last week

[moon-thyme]

Chat, is this canon?

[skyward-floored]

I come bearing my favorite hugging, nose-booping cat gif

I’m sorry your week has been crazy ❤️❤️❤️

I do love that gif :] kitty <3

Thanks Trin 💚 honestly this week could’ve been worse, I think just a lot of the things that’ve happened in the last month or so have piled up to the point where I’m now like ANOTHER THING??? even though none of them have been huge things, really.

But yeah, thank you :)

[acemodri]

The end of Baldur's gate: We are no longer friends with The Emperor

[bonefall]

what you’re doing with sparkpelt is really interesting :) any specific plans for better bones alderheart? 👀 i know he doesn’t do a whole lot in canon but i still have a soft spot for him…

[ID: Better Bones Alderheart. He is a dark ginger tabby with wide, scared amber eyes. His stripes are thin, blotchy, and he displays the characteristic 'raptor claws' of BB!Tigerkin.]

My favorite Canon Alderheart scene is when his best friend Velvet says, "Wow you're an anxious wreck, have some cat prozac anmd go home."

Admittedly, I am more interested in Sparkpelt My Beloved, but Alderheart is still important too! However, his POV is scrubbed from AVoS to rework it into a Kin-centric arc, and his perspective is contained completely in the SE Bramblestar's Thorns.

Design wise this one's prone to change, I'm not super satisfied with it. Those funny eyes are staying though. I'll eventually do his parents Jessy and Bramblestar and then re-visit this one.

His anxiety is a larger part of the character and this is not going away. I plan for him to actually medicate for this, there will eventually be an herb guide for anxiety, and a second one for depression.

He's a bit more snappish than in-canon, more tired. Prone to catastrophizing. He gets insomnia when he's particularly stressed.

When he was only a few months old, Jessy and Bramblestar had a massive cat divorce. Alder chose to stay with his mother, and was taken back to the big twolegplace close to the sea, Hengest. (Note: My map is reworked, I chose to move this twolegplace to this location. In-canon it is elsewhere.)

Kittypets have much reduced freedom compared to wildcats, so Jessy was very careful introducing her kit to her twoleg. Thankfully the twoleg readily accepted him, naming him "Louie" after a singer they like a lot.

His childhood best friend was Velvet, but he didn't have too many other friends besides his mother.

When he started to have visions, Louie really didn't want to go back. He wanted to stay with Jessy... but his 6th month was approaching, which is often a time of tumult for kittypets.

Many are brought to new homes at that age, or neutered. Jessy was frank with him that there was going to be uncertainty either way, and if he was taken, he may never have the chance to get to the bottom of his visions.

So... he went back to ThunderClan. She walked with him, confirming for herself that there was no returning. Though she misses her friends and the connectivity of Clan life, Sparkpaw was looking at her with barely-bitten back anger, and she was reminded of how bad her relationship with Bramblestar was.

Bramblestar changed his name from Louie to Alderpaw, the name he had at birth. Alderpaw wasn't fond of this, or the way it felt like Bramble wanted to erase his life up to this point.

Unlike canon, all of ThunderClan isn't goddamn horrible to Alder. He has a really strained relationship with Bramblestar, gets caught in the middle of Jayfeather's complicated feelings towards his ex-dad, and tries to rekindle his innocent closeness with his sister, but he has allies too.

He becomes very close with Lilyheart and Icecloud, in particular. (shuffled, now part of the post-Great Battle generation. Lily does not have kids, Larksong is combined with Hollytuft and is the child of Fallenleaf and Cinderheart.)

Sandstorm becomes one of his favorite elders,

Eventually, Alder ends up becoming the primary guardian of Twigkit. It felt wrong to watch her get separated from her sister the way he was, and he hoped he would be able to make her time growing up easier than his own.

A lot of this part I'm still working on. AVoS is definitely one of the harder arcs for me, imo, a lot of it is under construction.

He was a supporter of SkyClan's place at the lake, especially since this time, they helped to destroy the Kin. He faced accusations of only sympathizing with them because their ranks were full of kittypets like himself, though.

Alderheart eventually finds his place, confident from the support of his friends, beloved by Twigbranch and seen as her dad, having settled into a tense peace with his sister and father.

At the end of the SE, he has a final trip to Hengest with Sparkpelt, to gather catmint and other garden herbs.

He shows her places he's outgrown, she's open with him about feelings she's kept hidden about their mom, their dad, themselves.

They check in on their mom and see she's doing fine.

Eventually he visits with Velvet again, and she gifts him a juicy sprig of thyme to show she still keeps him close to her heart.

And that's what I've got for him, so far. I have a pretty 'neat' little bundle of story, hopefully it makes up for him no longer being a main character.

[sleep-nurse]

today felt so long and yet it's only 2 pm

[uncleskyrule]

*HUGS*

I’m so sorry you’re struggling. Praying for you!

I don’t read a ton of Sky fics but I do have some recs!

This one’s absolutely hilarious. Just goofy fun. It always cheers me up

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32589523

Here’s a great whumpy one. Be sure to read the tags before diving in! Especially if you’re claustrophobic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38313742

And here’s a Zelink one I really love. It’s not LU but still very good

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17355332

And though I haven’t gotten around to reading it I’ve heard very good things about @skyloftian-nutcase ‘s “Numb” (really should get around to reading that one)

thank you so much, Trin! hearing that you're praying for me is better than any fic rec <3

i can't wait to read these! especially Numb--that's been on my to-read list too. i've forgotten about it but now that you mention it, now might be the perfect time

i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night ^^

[thymeisasocialconstruct]

Just realized. Jack Potsby. Jackpot

[clockingcreativity]

im doing artfight again this year,,,,

here's nirvana by @roccoco-co (x)

[lcveblossomed]

I finally stayed watching The Glory. I got the suggestion to watch it from a youtube video. It’s so good so far. I stayed up like 2 hours later than I wanted to because I kept watching oopsie.

[skyward-floored]

Oof you’re getting your wisdom teeth out soon too? Geeze.

Make sure you have lots of ice cream around! And liquidy stuff! Also they aren’t kidding when they tell you to ice it often and stay on pain meds. They help A LOT.

And…go easy on yourself. Sleeping is difficult for at least a week after.

Also expect to feel loopy after the anesthesia XD I was cracking up at EVERYTHING. Including the nurse’s joke about my Star Wars shirt (she literally just said “I am your father Luke” and I thought it was the funniest thing ever aldjskdjskdh)

Anyway praying that it all goes well <333 It’s such a relief once it’s over with.

On Tuesday 😩 assuming we don’t get snowed in anyway oof

I’ve already got a bunch of soft food around, I think I’ll be set for the week hopefully. The dental place actually gives you some free ice cream which is fun. And my mom bought me pudding and Mac and cheese lol, so I think I’ll be good.

No clue how the anesthesia is going to affect me tbh, since two of my sisters have already had their teeth out and it affected both of them differently. One of them just was really out of it in a quiet way, and the other kept insisting she was fine all while she was talking about how she had double vision but “it’s okay because I know which one is real”. But I’ll keep that in mind XD

[charlottesweetly]

Nora: Ok. So one adopted kid's gone MIA with her asshole fiance and the other's gone MIA in a fucking time loop. Today's going great.

[beloveds-embrace]

(more of poly 141 x roommate reader bc i got enabled: surprising them when they return home)

The aroma of roasted garlic and thyme filled the apartment, and along with it your voice as you fluttered about the kitchen while music played from your phone. You placed plates of perfectly golden roast chicken, mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables on the dining table beside bowls of creamy mushroom soup and a fresh salad and freshly baked bread.

You would never regret that cooking course you picked up. Everything just looked so… perfect. And that was without mentioning the apple pie and chocolate cake you’d also made, set aside on cute little cake pedestals you’d recently bought.

You smoothed the fabric of your skirt, picking up your phone to check on the time; they’d arrive home any moment now and you couldn’t wait to see their reactions. You’d been planning this dinner since yesterday, when Kate Laswell had called to let you know your roommates would be home today after months of being away on a mission so you could prepare this surprise for them.

You’d promised to send her and her lovely wife a big, big portion just for helping you like that. You always get worried when they take this long, but Kate tried her best to keep you up to date about them whenever they had to be no-contact with you.

The sound of the front door unlocking made your pulse quicken, and you hurried to the entryway, a bright smile on your face. You’d made sure even the candles you and Gaz like to collect were lit up, bathing the apartment in a soft golden light.

“Surprise!” you called, spreading your arms as they stepped inside, grin wide and proud.

For a moment, they stood frozen, tired eyes sweeping over the sight of you and the glowing apartment and the lovely smell of a big, warm dinner. Price was the first to move, dropping his bag and crossing the room in several long strides. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a firm embrace, and you melted against him right away, breathing in the familiar scent of him- smoke, leather, and something uniquely John.

“Hi!” You chirped again, patting his back.

“You’ve outdone yourself, love.” he murmured instead of a proper greeting, voice thick with gratitude.

Soap was next, scooping you into a hug so enthusiastic it lifted you off your feet right after John let you go. “Missed ya, lass,” he said, his grin bright despite the weariness in his eyes. “Look at ya, a sight fo’ sore eyes!”

“Put me down, MacTavish!”

Gaz kissed your cheek the second Johnny obeyed, his hand lingering on your shoulder. “You didn’t have to do all this, darling.” he said softly, though the way he looked at you made it clear he appreciated every bit of it.

Ghost, towering behind them, stood silently for a moment. His eyes roamed over you, taking in the nervous smile tugging at your lips. Without a word, he stepped forward and pulled you into his chest, one large hand cradling the back of your head.

“Perfect girl, thank you.” he muttered, so low you barely heard it. But you did feel it rumble through his body.

You laughed, stepping back and gesturing toward the table. You had to know what they thought of it. “Go wash up. Dinner’s ready.”.

Johnny piled his plate high, moaning exaggeratedly at every bite and making you laugh until your sides hurt. Gaz teased him about his lack of table manners while sneaking extra bread rolls for himself. Price, ever the gentleman, made sure your plate was full before his own, and Simon quietly made his way through two full helpings even, the corner of his mouth twitching into the faintest smile when you nudged him to try the mushroom sauce.

Oh yes, you cooked. In more ways than one. You were so very proud of yourself, felt like you’d blow up like a balloon if they complimented you any more.

“This is the best meal I’ve had in months,” Johnny declared at last, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh and patting his stomach. He turned to you, gently caressing his knuckles across your full cheeks. “Thank ya, lass. Truly an angel.”

“You’ve ruined me for army food forever,” Kyle added, humming as he bit into another spoonful, smiling at your giggles. “Whatever next mission we’ll have is so going to suck, by the way. I mean it.”

Price reached over, covering your hand with his. “You didn’t have to do all this, love, but I’m damn glad you did,” he said, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. His mustache twitched, and he smiled at you. “Kyle’s right, though.”

Simon didn’t speak much, but the way his gaze lingered on you, warm and heavy, spoke volumes. You’d already learned how to decipher his little looks, anyways.

As the evening wound down and they cleaned the kicthen, then went to rest in the living room, you brought out the second surprises: the chocolate cake and apple pie, earning a round of groans and cheers. They insisted on helping with the second round of dishes, but you waved them off, laughing.

“Go relax,” you said, shooing them toward the living room. “This is my treat for you. You were supposed to be relaxing today!”

Though you didn’t notice the way they watched you as you moved about the kitchen.

When you finally joined them, changing into something more comfortable, you curl up on the couch tucked against Simon’s warm side and his arm drape around your shoulders almost instinctively. Soap stretched out across the floor, his head resting on a pillow near your feet, while Kyle sat on the other side of you, casually brushing his hand against yours.

It didn’t take much before you were dozing off, their quiet congestion washing over you as a soothing ambiance. You relaxed even further when you were shifted to lay fully against Simon while Kyle put your feet on his lap and began massaging your calves.

John stood by the balcony, his cigar glowing faintly in the dim light. He looked at you, surrounded by them, and something in his chest loosened.

You were too good for them, truly. Such a lovely, perfect sweetheart. But he also just- couldn’t stand the idea of you being with anyone else. Never.

So he wouldn’t entertain that thought. You were perfect as you were now; just a bit more time, and they’d tell you right out how much they want you in every possible way.

Though he didn’t imagine it’d be that hard, anyways. You already acted like their perfect little wife.

[rockn-rule]

I want to draw so badly rn but I am tired

I will be doidling later most likely and it will probably be royalty Wally bc pretty boy

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

The Emperor's Soft Spot

Pairing: Emperor Geta x Maid! reader

Warnings : Fluff

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The grandeur of the Roman palace was overwhelming to most, with its marble columns stretching toward the heavens and gilded mosaics adorning every corner. Yet for you, the splendor had long since dulled. Day after day, your life revolved around quiet servitude—polishing brass, sweeping floors, arranging flowers. You were just another cog in the great machine of the Roman Empire.

But all of that changed on a crisp morning in the early spring.

The air was filled with the faint scent of jasmine as you placed the last of the roses in a vase perched on a side table in the Emperor’s private chambers. You had heard stories of the young Emperor Geta—his ruthlessness in court, his sharp wit in battle. But to you, he was a distant figure, one you had no reason to encounter. Until now.

As you adjusted the vase, the heavy oak door creaked open. Startled, you froze, your heart leaping into your throat. You turned to see him—a tall, imposing man dressed in the deep crimson and gold of imperial garb. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his sharp, piercing eyes locked onto yours.

You dropped into a hurried curtsy, the vase forgotten. “Forgive me, Caesar. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze fixed on you as though studying a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. Finally, his lips quirked into a small smile. “Intrude? You are precisely where you’re meant to be.”

Your cheeks burned under his scrutiny, and you ducked your head. “I was only finishing my task, my lord.”

“And what is your name, little dove?” His voice was softer now, almost curious.

“Y/N,” you answered, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N,” he repeated, as though testing the weight of it on his tongue. His smile grew. “I’ll remember that.”

---

Weeks Later

The encounter should have been forgotten—a fleeting moment in the endless expanse of your days. But Geta seemed determined to ensure it wasn’t.

It began with subtle glances in the hallways, his eyes lingering on you a second too long. Then came the questions, casually slipped into conversations with the head steward. “How is Y/N finding her duties?” or “Ensure Y/N is assigned lighter work today.” The servants began to notice, their whispers following you like shadows.

One afternoon, as you scrubbed the steps of the western courtyard, a shadow fell over you. You looked up to see him standing there, dressed in simpler robes than usual but no less commanding.

“Caesar,” you stammered, quickly rising to your feet.

“Geta,” he corrected, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Must I remind you again?”

“I couldn’t possibly address you so informally,” you replied, your hands twisting nervously in your apron.

“Then you must,” he said, stepping closer. “For it is my wish.”

You swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. His proximity was overwhelming, his presence like the sun—impossible to ignore. “As you wish, Geta,” you said at last, the name foreign yet strangely natural on your tongue.

His smirk softened into a genuine smile. “Better.”

---

The garden was your sanctuary, a rare place of peace in a world that rarely offered any. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, you knelt among the herbs, carefully plucking sprigs of basil and thyme for the evening meal.

You were so lost in your work that you didn’t notice him until his shadow stretched across your path. Startled, you turned to find Geta standing there, his arms crossed and an amused expression on his face.

“Do you always work so diligently?” he asked, his tone teasing.

“My duties require it,” you replied, rising to your feet and brushing dirt from your skirts. “Why are you here, Caesar?”

His smile faltered, and for a moment, you saw something vulnerable in his eyes. “Because I tire of being ‘Caesar.’” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “In your presence, I am simply a man. Do you understand?”

You didn’t. Not fully. But you nodded anyway, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I find myself thinking of you more often than I should,” he continued, his gaze never leaving yours. “Your kindness, your grace—it is a rare thing in this palace.”

“Geta,” you breathed, his name feeling both intimate and forbidden. “This... this isn’t right.”

“Perhaps not,” he admitted, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. “But I care not for what is right. I care for what feels true. And this”—his fingers lingered against your cheek—“feels true.”

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both commanding and tender. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, the weight of the empire momentarily forgotten.

---

The palace buzzed with whispers of the maid who had captured the Emperor’s heart. Some were scandalized, others intrigued. But Geta paid them no mind. He openly courted you, defying tradition and expectation with every stolen moment you shared.

Late at night, in the privacy of his chambers, he would recount tales of his childhood—of the weight of the crown he had never wanted, of battles fought and victories that felt hollow. And in return, you showed him the beauty of a world beyond marble walls and golden thrones.

“You have given me something no one else could,” he said one evening, his voice soft as he held you close.

“And what is that?” you asked, your head resting against his chest.

“Freedom,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Freedom to be myself.”

Though the road ahead was uncertain, you knew one thing for certain: you had claimed the heart of the Emperor of Rome, and in doing so, he had claimed yours in return.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[thymeisasocialconstruct]

She’s talking abt targent here right