#walnut never learned how to be Still :(

[mothdust23]

"Ms. Brooke, would you mind telling this one what kind of spell the man used?"

The witch sat in her favorite chair, pursing her lips. Minutes before, two strange creatures had arrived at her door and demanded to enter. When she refused, the first one produced a badge for a position that doesn't exist, and she decided the best way to deal with the strangers was to humor them. For now.

They were both short, not as short as some dolls, but definitely around 5 feet. They had unnaturally purple fluff and working eyes on their wings, and they were both surrounded by a faint teal aura that the witch recognized as angelical magic. Whatever they were, they weren't natural, but they were powerful.

"Oh, I wouldn't know. He failed to cast it and succumbed to Becoming. I've never seen someone suffer from such an affliction before, really. Wouldn't know the first step towards curing it."

She hated lying, but judging on how the two were moths of a nonsensical sort, she suspected they were sent by the fey.

..If they weren't fey themselves.

..The fact they knew her name was making that prospect more than slightly disturbing.

"No idea at all? 1287?"

The sitting one looked to the other, which was standing in the door cradling some sort of hologram in its lower hands. 1287, evidently.

"The house is clean" it says, looking back.

"...Is that all, er.. what did you say you two were? I must be getting back, my doll needs work done on its leg."

"One last thing, ma'am- you claimed the man Became in a mansion. Do you mind telling this one where?"

"Oh, I think I do," she says, slowly raising her parasol. "It's apparently bad luck to open one of these indoors, would you like to find out if that's true?"

The first one's antennae twitch.

"That will be all. Glory to Sanctity." it mutters out, escorting its fellow moth out the door. The witch flicks her parasol, and it slams shut, locking.

"...Walnut, dear, grab my coat. We need to check up on.. your old home."

"MISS!! THIS ONE HAS BEEN DISSASEMBLED THE WHOLE TIME!"

"...right. Sorry, coming.."

[dazai-wastelandbaby]

How does life with Dazai looks like?

The first time you meet he would ask you to have double Suicide with him, and when you ask him if he's okay? questions why he needs to die, distracting his mind to other topics. He'd be struck by how kind you can be to a stranger.

He'd follow you ofcourse, learn everything about your life, and you. The more he learns about you, the more he gets curious about you. How is that you are so kind and strong? Where does this resilience because he has learned all about your life and he will admit it, you've had it rough.

Next, he'd meet you accidentally again. You'll see him and ofcourse you ask him how he is? and he tells you the truth, you listen to him and he is suprised by your ability to not judge, can he trust you?

You become friends easily, you exchange numbers and talk to eachother almost everyday now. When you get off your work, you call him and on the weekends he'll *accidentally* stumble in your path, you slowly start to realize that he does it intentionally and you start slipping where you will be going on weekends to him.

You ask him about his birthday and gets him a bouquet of flowers with a card and cake for him, he keeps that card on his fridge. On your birthday, he gets you the book you always wanted to buy but could never find it anywhere, you hug him out of excitement and he squeeze your waist a little too longer.

When he proposed, You both were sitting in Lupin bar, and yes he has told you about odasaku because you have ways of getting things out of him without even trying. He planned everything out, he knew you'd say yes but why was he still nervous? You laugh when he proposes you and pull out a Polaroid picture of you two together, *will you be my boyfriend, osamu?* Written on the back of it. He teases you for being so desperate but you could see how happy he was. The picture stays in his wallet all the time now.

He introduces you to Atsushi after a while and slowly every single one of thr agency member *accidentally* stumbles into you (they couldn't help but wonder who made the suicide maniac wants to live). You realised after a third man stumbles in a week, claiming to be Dazai's co-worker. How do they know you? Ofcourse, because dazai kept flaunting around the picture of you two, you smile and entertain them. Dazai and you gossip about their behaviour afterwards. "Why does life seems like it's worth living?", Dazai thinks to himself.

When you guys move in together, everything falls into place. He'd pick you from your work, hold your hands and talk about nonsense as you silently listen to him, and ask him follow up questions. You'd both get home, and he cooks, somehow the man knows how to cook, you'd sit on the kitchen slab, and talk about things and he entertains your idea. He keeps a box of walnuts, right next to where you sit because he knows you like to munch on food while you talk, and he rather have you something delicious.

You guys don't fight, if he has a problem, he'd bottle it up but you are starting to learn his ticks and he is starting to learn communication. So instead of throwing stuffs at eachother, you guys cuddle on your sofa, you run your hands through his fingers while he talks about things. You make your point of your point of view and he does of his, in the end, it resolves itself.

except, when it comes to jealousy. You have learned to be careful about it, you know his isolation habits but you can't help it the way you gravitate people towards you. So if he is fucking you two roughly, or being mean to people, it means he's jealous. But not like you're good when it comes to jealousy, dazai is handsome and he has the look of sadness that every women wants to explore, so obviously when a women gets too close to him, you snap. You'd tell her to fuck in the most diplomatic kind way, can't say dazai doesn't love it but he keeps away from women, he hates how you snap at him afterwards.

How does he propose for marriage? Well, funny story, you tell him about how in ancient greek a guy used to propose with an apple and if the girl catches it, it means she accepts it. Guess what happened the next week, you are on a picnic date and he throws an apple towards you and ofcourse you catch it out of reflex. "You're mine now" he smirks at you, and the realisation hits you, but before you could say anything, he slips in a ring in your finger, it's gold band with a blue sapphire diamond. He knows you like blue sapphire, ofcourse he does. Do you cry? Yes. Does he cries? No but he visits oda and place and picture of you and him together on his grave, and when he says, "she stepped in my loneliness, thank you for showing me good side", the tears the slipped out then must have been because of dust.

[randomarttalent]

Pie's family redesigns + Family tree

Original posts, info and links down below

Maud "Slate" Pie + Mudbriar "Walnut"

Maud "Slate" Pie I've kept Maud mostly the same all over, her pallet and color scheme are already good in my taste. She now has spots to match Pinkie but also as a hint to her special talent, as I wanted it to look like an opened geode. I didn't like that her cutie mark was only just a rock, it didn't say a single thing about her special talent. Now it says a bit more, showing off that she can find true beauty under what others might just see as a rock.

She wears her normal dress, as I didn't see a reason to change it. I've however added a small bracelet, which has different beads, to represent her sisters. As she might not show or say it much but she loves them all dearly.

Mudbriar "Walnut" I've darkened his pallet a little, more so his overall design didn't end up too light or dark. I've given him cloven hooves and a long tail, as I see him from a family of mixed unicorn and earth ponies. His markings are like branches/roots of trees, showing his connection to the trees. Same story for his cutie mark as Maud's, it was too simple for what his special talent is. So I've added a book but it's standing by its opening, as a small hint to tents, as he travels to examine trees, learning about as many as he can and writing it down for others to read.

Mudbriar now wears a travel backpack, which is for his travels. He doesn't wear much else, as he doesn't see the need to.

Gilda "Glory" + "Shady" Limestone Pie

Gilda"Glory" I've darkened her whole pallet and added some markings. As she's a mountain lion + tiger in this AU. Her design hasn't been changed much, I've added some jewelry but not much else.

"Shady"Limestone Pie Limestone's pallet is mostly the same, its his patterns that darken his look. Lime is trans in my AU, as his anger issues were caused by him not feeling whole/as he should be. His cutie mark has been changed to a broken opened geode, with lime-green stone, which resembles a lime.

He has a few pricings and wears a his band's t-shirt, which says ROAD KILL, Gilda also has one but she mostly wears it to his concerts, showing her support.

 Trouble Shoes + Marble "Droplet" Pie

Trouble Shoes I've made Trouble Shoes slightly darker and added a few lighter strips to his mane and tail. He also now has a beard, which to those who don't know him, makes him look even more scary than before. For his cutie mark I wanted something more than just "bad luck". He of course still struggled to find out what he was meant to do, as he thought the clown nose and wig was some cruel joke the world did to him.

As for his clothing, I went with a nice jacket, kept his hat and his weeding ring.

Marble"Droplet"Pie Marble's pallet has mostly stayed the same, only receiving slight changes and the usual markings that come along with my redesigns. Her cutie mark now shows off how well she makes jewelry with the beautiful gems they find in Appleloosa. To me, her cutie mark never told a single thing about what she was to do, it said marble but what else? So now, she's a crystal collector and seller.

The clothing she wears is a simple shawl, her weeding ring, a few earrings, a few flowers from her middle oldest son, a sun anklet to represent her oldest son and a small bat wing hair tie to represent her youngest son. 

[sol-lar-bink]

Made a whole bunch of characters for my Fayre Region setting! A lot of these have been planned for ages. Some are new!

I'll write a bit with each close up! So long post... beware!

Some names may change! Gelli might be swapped out for another fairy type... but we'll see.

Team Tera! A paldean Tinkatuff finds herself in the Fayre Region after hearing about the Diamond Domain next to one of the towns. She wants to investigate it, in search of Terastal crystals to see if they can be found outside of Paldea, a quest given to her by a researcher friend. She doesn't have permission to access the Domain... so she must work up in the Guild ranks to prove her worthiness!

She teams up with Gelli, a sweet, shy little Snorunt who's always been too scared to join the guild alone. She is a remake of an old Snorunt OC I never used.

Team Ore. Originally I was gonna pair up Tinkatuff with the Sableye, but after a recent Forretress post, I wanted to make one an OC, cos I love Forretress!!! They're part of the guild too, but they're not very good... they're still very low rank. A silly duo causing some mischief. Jerry is actively seen trying to sneak into the Diamond Domain to eat their diamonds and gems... Walnut on the other hand is a rather silly fella.

Skippy is a simple Skiploom, enjoying the sunny days and exploring the region to his hearts content. Good friend of Bink's!

Arrian is a Falinks who lost his platoon many years ago in a terrible battle... they all left him and got jobs elsewhere!!!! He's a bad captain, and is overly dramatic about losing his platoon. "Oh... how could they leave me so soon... in this cold, cold world... choosing to earn minimum wage instead of ADVENTURE...!" Think Meta Knight meets Zote lmao.

The two staff at a little cafe in the town! I have yet to name the town... I'm bad with names.

Delicia is the owner! Specializing in coffee, tea and biscuits. Galarian style... not Unovan biscuits!!! Sweet lady who's an expert at her craft.

And then Lorette! A shy, kind shiny Dolliv who both acts as a waitress in the cafe, as well as dealing with the savory options. She has a crush on Bink... but after learning of Himemi, she does her best to put her feelings aside to try and help wherever she can. Another good friend of Binks.

??????

This strange figure appeared shortly after Ultra Wormholes started opening up around the region. She does not speak, her actions seem... not her own. While she's caused some havoc and fear through the region, she's more scared of you!

[edges-of-night]

Oohh yay I'm glad you're back! I love your hcs sm. I do have a request if you have the time & if you like it: how the hobbits would try to impress their bookworm s/o?

I hope that life is treating you well :)

Thank you very much, anon! I hope you're doing good as well. I am still busy but had a lot of fun writing this scenario and hope you'll enjoy it!

Have a good start into the new week everybody!

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

Since Frodo himself is a bookworm, the two of you have probably bonded about your favourite stories early on. No matter if your tastes might differ or are almost the same – there is always something bookish to talk about with Frodo. The two of you like to read outside together, be in Bag End’s garden or under Frodo’s favourite tree. Since he is not one to boast or out to impress others, his gesture toward you would be more subtle: Perhaps you spoke to him about an old Elvish book once, and about two months later he would surprise you with just that book – probably from Rivendell, with artful binding in your favourite colours, just for you ♡

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･ﾟ✧ Merry.

Merry isn’t really one for novels, but he does deep dives into history books from time to time. He has a few of those lying here and there in his place. His gesture toward you would probably be the most spectacular out of the four Hobbits: For a few days, he would make a huge deal of you not coming over to his place, only to finally throw a surprise party for you and reveal that he’s been building a gigantic bookshelf for you! (As well as a wooden stool for himself to reach the highest shelf, in the same fine walnut wood.) From the floor to his (admittedly not that high) ceiling, there is now enough room to have a second library right next to Merry’s favourite armchairs, for long nights of reading and philosophising.

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･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Before he got to know you, Pippin stayed away from “those stuffy tomes” like Orcs from sunlight. Reading never really interested him much. All of that changes when he gets to know you – he is struck by how many books you devour in seemingly no time. To impress you, he would start making his way through books as best as he can, just to tell you how many pages he read that day with a proud smile. Perhaps he’d one day carefully ask you if you had any recommendations for him, since the dry classics are a real pain for him to get through. Pippin would probably have fun reading books others would deem scandalous!

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･ﾟ✧ Sam.

Being the huge romantic he is, Sam immediately falls in love with your reading hobby. He’d always check if anyone had new books or something you haven’t already read to make sure there wer always new worlds for you to dive into. If you were feeling down one day, he’d read you passages from your favourite book to cheer you up – or make up poems for you on the spot. To impress you, he would try and write his own book! It would be a collection of poetry or short stories, written into a book he has learned to bind by himself. Is all that a lot in addition to his usual gardening duties, resulting in long evenings or even entirely sleepless nights? Yes – but Sam loves doing all of it for you ♡

[mushroomates]

samwise gamgee headcanons:

enjoys doing the dishes and folding laundry

love language is quality time or acts of service

likes to give sprouts and seedlings to friends and neighbors

nerd about mushrooms and has a mushroom log growing in his closet

keeps a hoard of ladybugs to deploy at any time

windowsill is lined with old jars and bottles, filled with clippings for propagation

he gives the best slices of pie and best baked cookies to others. will keep “defects” for himself- they taste just as good

favorite cookies are “everything but the kitchen sink” where he throws a bunch of stuff into the bowl (fruit, pretzels, nuts) and puts it into a cookie

has like 80 pillows on every couch/bed/chair

in addition to the 50-something blankets also piled high

“please, have a seat” he says. ha, no. any surface you could possibly settle onto is adorned with elaborate spreads of throws and such.

has a fruitcake that is legit an heirloom. it’s so stale it’s a brick. you can use it as a doorstop, stepping-stool, or a bludgeoning weapon. (note: has been used for all. he once chucked it at a late night visitor. this is how he learned frodo takes late walks at night. this is also how frodo learned that sam has an arm on him)

his great aunt made it forever ago and honestly he doesn’t know if it’s still good. he keeps it around because it’s been with him so long he feels bad throwing it out.

likes pecan pie! goes nuts (pun intended) for it.

roast his own chestnuts, pecans and walnuts. has a strange grudge against macadamia nuts. (almost choked on one as a child)

very cozy. has scarves and mittens and even slippers (GASP) at the ready

likes to watch the rain with a cup of tea for hours on end

takes his tea with honey, two sugars, and cream. it barely counts as tea.

enjoys bubble baths.

guerrilla gardening. sam is a force to be reckoned with on this front. he is a strong advocate for native plants and will gut someone over deforestation.

carries a salt shaker filled with seeds everywhere. kind of just. shakes it around empty plots of land.

has a hostile land grab once a month and slowly expands the baggin’s garden by an inch, until it takes up nearly the whole estate.

has a great misconception about the appropriate amount to discuss you garden with someone. this is because:

he tends to talk about this to frodo, who will listen, good naturedly

frodo also prevents anyone from talking over sam or changing the subject

most hobbits are to polite (passive aggressive) and don’t have the skills to subtly change the subject in a way sam understands

and if he does recognize the effort he will avoid it

likes to try new recipes but at the same time never follows them

knows a great deal about farming hemp. this is because merry and pippin recruited him into their pipeweed shenanigans and now sam has unintentionally created a strain of the good stuff that has hobbits traveling miles to get their hands on

loves his houseplants like children. they have names and backstory and a rich inner life that he has created that could fill a book

is fighting a battle with english ivy at the moment and only slightly loosing it. it’s suffocating the tree outside his house and he’s not very happy with it.

[leodette]

The Greatest Gift of Them All | LN4

fandom: Formula 1

pairing: Lando Norris x OC (not named)

names/faceclaims: -

summary: he gave a 'gift', and because of that she quit; set in between 2021 - 2023

warning: age difference (older woman x younger man), unplanned pregnancy, single mother, mild angst

requested: yes / no

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She was hanging the wet laundry outside, letting the gentle summer breeze through her hair. She never used a dryer. Why buy such an expensive piece of equipment, when you have a whole garden outside, with strings tied under the pergola, just waiting for another basket of laundry?

Also, it smelled better. She hated the too-artificial smell of softener, preferring sun and wind against it. That was how she was raised after all.

She took another piece from the basket, shaking it a bit and smiling when she saw what it was. A small dark green T-shirt, with a picture of a red car on the chest. She remembered it when she saw it for the first time - opening a package from her cousin and his wife, taking out that t-shirt and a cat plushie with a big bow around its neck, remembering the tears that rolled down her face when she thanked her cousin for such a pretty gift.

His eyes were green…

She shushed her mind, not allowing herself to walk that path again. Instead, she just hung the t-shirt on the string, making sure it was straight and would require minimal ironing once it was dry when a giggle interrupted her thoughts.

Too high for it to be her father or her brother, she smiled gently as she looked towards a small sandbox under a walnut tree in the middle of the garden. A small boy was sitting there, playing with a yellow plastic ball. His dark curly hair was making a small halo around his head, already growing too quickly and being so unruly that she gave up, his eyes being probably the only thing he got from his mother. Otherwise, he was a carbon copy of his father. His father who had no idea he had a one-year-old son. Who would never know that he had a son if she had anything to say about it.

---

She was always just an average girl from a small town in a small country. There was nothing special about her. She was on the quiet side, didn't like the attention much, experienced bullying all the way through secondary school and high school… and then suddenly, she was at university. And she learned how to fly. How to open her wings and show people around her that she wasn't a scared pigeon, but a beautiful parrot, who found her voice.

And her voice she found. When she changed her job for the second time in two years - claiming one was too stressful and the other too boring - she decided to be bold. Playing the card of herself being outspoken, she managed to send her resume to McLaren while writing another boring article about local politics in early January. Mostly as a joke, a dare, not expecting to hear from them, that email being buried in her sent box, without much more attention.

But, then the answer came. With a request for a video interview.

To say she was shaken would be an understatement. She was. At first? She thought it was a prank, spam, a mistake. But it was not.

And so two days later she connected to a Zoom call with McLaren HR and the head of their communication, being asked about her experiences and about her visions, where she saw herself in five years, and why she wanted to work for them. It was a school book example of a proper job interview for an international corporation. 

In the final, two other people connected, and she was introduced to them, asking her own questions, and then promised to be let know about the results. Which came in another two days.

We are informing you that McLaren Racing would like to offer you a work contract…

She still remembers the words to this day, she even printed the response and put it on her fridge after she stopped jumping around and screaming with excitement.

And so she left her hometown, her home country, and went to the UK, to MTC, to start working for one of the biggest companies in motorsport.

And that was where she met him.

… green eyes and freckles and your smile In the back of my mind…

Is that how Taylor sings it? Probably. But that was how she felt when she was first introduced to him. He was young, only in his third season in Formula 1, but he still took her breath away.

Looking back, she had it coming. She always had a thing for either boys that were younger than her, or much older than her. The same age? Not interested, thank you very much.  (Her therapist said one day that maybe it's the result of her being bullied by boys of the same age. If it was true, she would never know.)

But there she was, seemingly unnoticed easing her way into Lando Norris's life, being the one who kept track of his timeline, who was looking after his things - his passport gave her a number of headaches and few missed flights - and who sometimes had to confiscate his phone.

But otherwise? They were good. They found a common ground.

She was three years older, and sometimes their relationship resembled younger brother and older sister. Or maybe a babysitter. But they were good, having a very similar sense of humor, and few similar interests, and he seemed to enjoy when she talked about her home, about how her country was different from his. He hated it when she spoke her mother tongue, not being able to understand a word she said, and she soon learned to provoke him with it, on purpose calling her parents or her siblings when they were stuck in a car or waiting for like a driver's meeting or for media day. And he hated her for it but still seemed curious. Sometimes though, there was a palable tension. She knew he looked at her as a man would look at woman. She knew that look. But in that time, she wouldn't ever dare to jeopardize her job with something like a mild feeling of a shared attraction.

They managed that for some time until Sochi came. Looking back at it, she should never have gone into his room to check if he was okay. Looking back, she was berating herself for being stupid.

Because the tension that was building between them for the past few months snapped that fateful evening. Some people say that there are two best ways to let the frustration and anger out - punch it out, or shag it out. That evening, they did the second.

She sneaked out of Lando's room in the early morning, her hair a complete mess and her bra missing as she wasn't able to locate it in his messy room. He secretly put it in her back later that day, together with a teasing smile, that she returned with difficulty. They never did it again, and they never spoke about it.

The tension between them changed since that day, especially from her side. It became weird. Yes, she sometimes slept with younger men. But never with those she worked with. Even Daniel seemed to realize something shifted. And when almost two months later she ran out of her hotel room in São Paulo in desperate need of find pharmacy, she knew she was in trouble. Especially when two lines appeared on a cheap plastic stick, changing her life forever. She was scared, freaking out in her hotel bathroom, having a horrible reality check, and on the outside presenting herself as if everything was all right.

She couldn't tell him. He was with Luisa at that time already, the girl being an absolute darling, stunningly pretty, a perfect match to Lando's still-in-my-teenage-years personality.

So she waited. Suffered from nausea in private, kept to herself, no longer mingling around the paddock, going out only when she had to.

She watched together with the rest of the world how the young Dutchman snatched the championship from the more experienced Brit, throwing the world of Formula 1 into controversy that would not stop in the upcoming years.

After that, she handed in her resignation, never telling anyone her true reasons, stating homesickness and never-ending traveling as the main reasons.

She hugged Lando in the privacy of his Adu Dhabi hotel room, wishing him well, He looked sad that she was leaving but promised her that they would keep in touch.

They never did.

Throughout the upcoming weeks, there wasn't a single message from no one of her former co-workers. Not to mention Lando himself. And one evening, her patience reached the limit. She deleted her Twitter and Snapchat, went through her followers on Instagram and threw out everyone who even slightly could connect her to Lando, then put it in private settings. Similar to her Facebook, where she deleted almost everything, keeping it mostly for texting with other people through Messenger.

She, seemingly without care, cut off the last year from her life.

But, well, she did care. She grew angry more and more throughout the following months. She didn't delete Lando's number from her phone. But he didn't call, didn't text, and she wasn't the one who would kick the conversation out. It was like they never existed for one another. Yes, she knew he had a busy schedule. But even in his daily calendar, she knew he spent an ungodly amount of time on his phone.

And as her anger grew, so did her stomach. Her parents never asked anything, just accepted the fact that the father wouldn't be in the picture, not even to pay the child support. She didn't want it. Her grandparents left a small inheritance to their three grandchildren, and she soon found a remote job for a PR company in her hometown. Her mother accompanied her to her ultrasounds, crying softly when she saw the small form of her first grandchild on the screen.

She asked the doctor not to tell her the gender. She wanted to be surprised. And she was, when in the middle of July of the next year, a small form of her son was put on her chest, his dark curly hair still wet with blood and fluids, and her being sweaty and her voice hoarse from screaming in pain.

She named him after her own father, a person who supported her without fail throughout those past seven months, and in his birth certificate she left the space under name of the father blank.

Her baby boy got her surname, and after recovering, she moved with him into a small garden house at her parent’s property, just a few steps away from her family. Besides his looks, he got nothing from his father.

She never told anyone beside her parents who the father of her son was, not even the father himself. He stayed in the darkness, blissfully unaware of that fact.

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Her mother asked her one evening when she put her son to bed, if she ever planned on telling Lando the truth. She just snorted. She was twenty-six, had a one-year-old child, had a job, and he never once reached out to her. Not a single time.

If she ever had anything to say, he would never know he had a son. Once her boy was a bit bigger and started to ask after his Dad, then she would have to come up with some explanation. But for now? She could keep him blissfully in darkness, enjoying the feeling of being the most important person in his life.

Her and Lando's lives didn't align. They weren't compatible. They were like Sun and Moon, like Heavens and Hell.

Maybe it wasn't her plan - being a single mother, still living at her parent’s property, considering her own mother as her best friend and biggest help. She had imagined her future. But, as she always said - if you want to entertain God, tell Him your plans.

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 61 : Red Son and the little monkeys

Bonding time between Rumble, Savage and Red Son. (Red Son is questioning their sanity).

Red Son wasn't one to hang out, as others called it, with people. In truth, he liked the silence of his laboratory way more than the chattering voices of busy-people. But his mom called him over and Red Son wasn't one to disobey, especially when he craved his parents’ acknowledgement this much. He knew his father was discussing something important with an old acquaintance, and his mother seemed to get along rather well with this acquaintance's mate, so he was stuck with the kids. He didn't expect them to be so… little. But no matter, he just needed to spend some time with them.

He had both little monkeys in his palm. One had light-brown fur, with swirls of red on her back. She looked up at him with stars in her eyes. Red Son learned her name was Savage. The other had a darker fur, like walnut wood, with swirls of gold on his back. He looked up with crossed arms, his name was Rumble. They were very little. No taller than one of Red Son's fingers. He worried about what would happen if he let them fall. He had to be careful. Also he had to remind himself to not accidentally crush them.

When Red Son lowered his eyes, he was surprised to see that only Rumble remained on his palm.

“What? Where is the other?” Mumbled Red Son. Rumble wasn't phased by his sister’s disappearance, he huffed and nodded towards Red Son’s arm. The fiery boy looked down and saw the little she-monkey climb his arm. “Huh, what are you doing?”

“Getting close to your hair.” Huffed Savage, as if it was obvious. “It caught on fire last time, I wanna see.”

Red Son sighed, he stayed still for a few minutes, not knowing what to do.

“Stop messing around with him, Sav.” Snorted Rumble, his sister huffed, unwilling to go down. Red Son hesitantly reached for her and plucked her out of his arm, he then put her on his shoulder. Savage chirped happily. She pawed at his cheek and touched his hair with fascination. “She'll stop after a bit.” Hummed Rumble. “So your name is Red Son?”

“Yes, that is correct.” Nodded the fiery boy. He put the little monkey on his laboratory's table. The silence was gnawing at him. He didn't know how to go from there. Should he initiate some kind of small talk? Rumble looked at him with piercing eyes. As if judging every inch of him. Red Son gulped, he grabbed a bowl of fruits laying around and pushed it towards the lil monkey, a meager offering. Rumble snorted. He climbed inside the bowl and walked on the fruits, he then cut a tiny piece out of a mango and gulped it down.

“So you build things here?” Asked Rumble with a more amicable tone, apparently Red Son's offering worked. The fiery boy sighed, relieved.

“Yes, all kinds of things.” Huffed Red Son, regaining some of his usual pride. He began to blabber about his inventions, Rumble indulged him, asking questions now and then. It was all and all a peaceful time, Red Son even relaxed a little, but then they were interrupted by a loud deafening sound.

They both flinched and looked in the sound's direction. Savage was on top of an engine, an engine in construction to be more precise. She was making it smoke. Red Son didn't even know it could do this, how did she manage this? More than that, how did she get down his shoulder without him noticing!

“How did you get there?” Spluttered the fiery boy.

“Red Son, Red Son, Red Son.”Chided the tiny she-monkey, as if she was an old woman wiser than them. “One thing you learn about me is that I'm never where you expect!”

“She summoned her cloud, we learned the trick with Pa, that's why she's so fast.” Huffed Rumble.

“Rum! Don't tell on me like that! What about our sacred super secret twin oath!” Whined Savage, crossing her arms petulantly. Rumble stuck out his tongue. The lil she-monkey gasped dramatically and put her hand on her chest.

Red Son sweatdropped, well at least this day wasn't boring.

+ cut scenes

Savage : We have to swear to never reveal each other secrets!

Rumble : what are you talking about? 🤨

Savage : it's the twin oath, Rum!

Rumble : The what now? 😑

Savage : I'll give you my deserts for one week. 😮‍💨

Rumble : Oh the twin oath! Okay, yeah, got it. 😌

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[aziraphales-library]

Hello! firstly, thank you for your dedication its all so wonderful, I’m very grateful for this account since it can be difficult for me to search for things comfortably, the work you do is lovely<3

I was wondering if there were any canon compliant fics you could direct me to? Just casual stuff built upon the foundations of canon, maybe flashbacks of believable interactions Aziraphale and Crowley could’ve had, or a hangout set after S1 thats not necessarily romantic, but still with that lovable tension they have together in canon! It’s hard for me to find fics that aren’t inherently sexual or that show that intricate relationship they’ve built over the years instead of just mentioning it,,

any p.o.v., I’m also fine with both ficlets and multi-chapter long fics :] Sorry if this ask is too specific!

Hi and thank you! Okay, so I'm hoping these are the kind of fics you're looking for. Various levels of romance and feelings, but all inherently about how they care for and communicate with each other...

De Amore by Aethelflaed (G)

Aziraphale has come to Paris to find the answer to an important question: What's it like to be in love? Crowley's not sure why he wants to know, but he's willing to discuss it to make his angel happy...

Papercut by Mirach (T)

When Aziraphale calls Crowley to tell him that he is hurt, the demon rushes to the bookshop to find a perfectly healthy angel - with the exception of a tiny papercut. But Crowley knows - it’s not about the papercut at all. The papercut is just an excuse.

Twin Suns by IneffableDoll (T)

“I thought you were gone,” Crowley mumbled, and it was almost cliché, it was almost the kind of sentimental rubbish he would’ve moaned at had he heard it from someone else. But they were the rawest words he could manage. He’d thought Aziraphale was gone. That was all, and it said everything. *** Directly following their celebratory meal at the Ritz, Aziraphale and Crowley clash with the feelings that struggle to settle after everything they’ve been through. And, in so doing, learn to rely on and communicate with each other in new ways.

The Innovation of Friendship, and the Capacity for Non-Abstract Love by AnonymousDandelion (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale through the ages as a pair of affection-starved walnuts fall in platonic love/friendship, struggle to understand their feelings, and struggle even more with expressing those feelings to each other. Featuring six thousand years of loneliness, mutual pining, musings on the nature of friendship and love, and ultimately a happy/hopeful/hug ending.

Something to do with these sacred words by Solshine (T)

Crowley confesses early, and Crowley confesses often. Aziraphale never knows quite what to say.

Between the Lines by cyankelpie (G)

Crowley took a gulp of ale and gestured with the mug. “Love’s a big word. How can you be sure? Humans mistake these things a lot.” “Angels don’t. If they knew I could feel it, maybe they’d try to tone it down a little.” Crowley stopped moving. Aziraphale was still talking, but he couldn’t hear over the pounding of his pulse in his head. “You can feel that?” he said, when he regained enough of his composure to put together a sentence. “Yes, I—” Aziraphale broke off just for a moment, and his eyes flicked down to the table. “Yes, I can feel it, Crowley.”   (It's hard being two supernatural entities on opposite sides who are in love with each other. It's even harder knowing that those feelings are returned, and that acknowledging it openly would be disastrous.)

- Mod D

[zaceouiswriting]

The little brother

Character: Reggie Mantle and Male Reader older brother

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Just a little violence

Why did you have to agree to this? Why did you let your parents drag you into something like this? Why couldn't you just stay in Cambridge where your parents couldn't reach you? But no, you had to crawl back as soon as they called. Your father knew full well that you still sought his approval after all these years, and he pulled on your heartstrings until you agreed to return to their home and look after your brother for a few weeks. Because he apparently wasn't doing well at school.

But nothing was as it seemed. When you entered the house you called your childhood home, there was not the little boy who always wanted to be near you, but a moody teenager, almost of age, lying half naked on the couch, showing off his perfectly sculpted upper body.

The moment Reggie saw you, his face contorted with anger.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked with a harsh tone, very different from the loving voice he had used towards you as a child.

Already done with this shit, you drop your bags to the floor still at the front door. Eye rolling, you closed the door behind you and went to your lazily sitting brother.

“Our parents thought it would be good for me to come here and look after you while they are away. They hope I can jog your walnut-sized brain.”

Your brother mocked you dismissively. After which, he stood up from the couch and walked towards you. The two of you were at the same level, staring into each other's eyes. He became noticeably taller, and you couldn't miss how wide he was getting. Football seemed to be good for him. You never liked team sports, mostly because you were a cowardly child who hated exercise.

Reggie suddenly tried to push you, but you stood your ground, your eyes glowing fiery. You, too, have become stronger thanks to the gym.

“Oh, I see. You’re trying to mark your territory like a dog? Or do you want to test who the man in the house is?” you asked him, grinning widely as his face turned into hatred.

You could see the movement of his arms before he even tried to hit you. You duck away with ease, only to give him an uppercut. He flew onto the couch. But somehow, he quickly got back on his feet. In the meantime, you got yourself into position, already prepared for your stubborn brother to jump back to his feet.

“Trust me, baby brother, this won’t be a good idea.”

You tried to get him to stop his stupid behavior you really tried, but he didn't listen. He thoughtlessly tried to attack you again, but you knocked him down even faster than before. You weren't the best boxer, but you learned quickly.

With just two hits, you knocked out Reggie. Looking down at your brother, you could only sigh. Was he always so hateful? Or is he still angry that you up and left when you were sixteen?

Your brother was obviously an early bloomer. He was already goddamn handsome. It took you years to get anywhere close to it. If you were honest, you were pretty jealous of it. You were almost twenty-three, and your little shitter of a brother was barely seventeen, and yet he looked just as good as you. Maybe a few more hits could help?

Before you could demolish his face out of jealous reflex with your fists, you shook yourself out of these thoughts. Instead, you placed one arm under his upper back and one under his legs. With some effort, you lifted your brother into your arms.

“Shit, you’re heavy,” you said through gritted teeth.

Carrying your brother upstairs to his bedroom, you carefully lay him down on his soft bed, breathing a sigh of relief as his weight was lifted from your arms. Even after years of training in the gym, you couldn't have carried him any longer than this.

You gently put the blanket over him and check his pulse to be on the safe side. Feeling like everything was fine, you looked around.

With a growing headache, you knew you couldn't leave his room in this chaos. He was such a clean freak as a kid, but now he's grown into what you were as a teenager: a hurricane.

You took out hidden fast food rappers, something your parents wouldn't allow their star athlete son to eat. Some dishes that could almost walk, and of course clothes. His room smelled like a high school locker room. You didn't mind the smell since gyms don't smell much different, but it unsettled you inside. For just a second, a fleeting moment, you imagined your brother in an inappropriate way that shocked you to your core. You never thought you would think of your brother like this. To be fair, the asshole has grown into one hell of an attractive guy.

After you cleaned his room in record time, you stared at his sleeping silhouette for just a moment. He still looked as sweet as ever. You walked close to him. As you stood in front of him, you gently brushed some strands of hair out of his face and placed a tender kiss on his forehead. A bedtime ritual you had when you were both younger.

“Sleep well, little shit,” you murmured against his head with a big smile, hoping he wouldn't remember anything the next day.

As you moved away from him towards the door, a sudden grab on your arm turned you around, only to be pulled into someone, your brother. In his sleep, he somehow managed to grab you and pull you into him. As you lay on his bed, he immediately laid his head on your chest, wrapped both arms around you and one leg as if you were a big pillow, and just slept.

Initially, you were stunned by the situation but soon found it amusing, to the point where you almost busted out laughing. However, you managed to stop yourself just in time. Instead, you placed your right hand on your brother's head and gently stroked it. You knew Reggie was a deep sleeper, and it was unlikely that he would wake up anytime soon. So, you prepared yourself for a long day ahead of you.

[Masterlist]

[spaceyaceface]

Hogwarts Legacy Masterlist

Link to blurb masterlist for Sebastian, Ominis, and Garreth

Sebastian Sallow

Snow, Scarves, and Schemes - Oneshot. Y/N is sick of Leander Prewett trying to court her. Luckily, she has a best friend named Sebastian Sallow who would love to help put an end to it. They devise a plan to pretend to court up until the Yule Ball. Should be simple, right? If only. Or, the classic friends to lovers, idiots in love, fake dating scenario. Warnings: None. 

What Could Have Been - Twoshot. She had been in love with Sebastian Sallow for some time. And she was afraid of having something to lose. After all, she knew all too well that good things always came to an end.Now it was their last night together. What were they willing to lose? Warnings: Heavy Angst.

What We Are Now - Twoshot. Sebastian Sallow went to America for a year in hopes to find a cure for Anne. As he returns home, he faces the possibility of seeing the girl he loves again. Part two to “What Could Have Been,” but could also be read alone. Warnings: Some Angst. 

Losing Patience - Oneshot. Ominis is sick of seeing his best friends pine for each other, so he takes it upon himself to force them to get together. Warnings: None.

A Little Reminder - Oneshot. After a big fight, Sebastian and her haven’t talked for almost a week. Rumors have started to go around that they’ve broken up. Warnings: Possessive!Sebastian.

I’m Right Here - Oneshot. Just before Sebastian killed his uncle, she was injuried. Now Sebastian has to deal with the guilt of not only the life he took, but the life he almost couldn't save. Warnings: Murder, Guilt, Injury, Depression.

Ominis Gaunt

you are a wildflower garden growing in my head - When she learns that Ominis Gaunt is well versed in floriography, she insists on him giving her lessons to learn the language of flowers. Thankfully, he ins't too hard to convince. Warnings: None. 

Right Direction - Oneshot. After defeating Ranrok, MC is riddled with guilt over the pain they caused and the lives sacrificed to save them. They've cut themselves off and refused to heal their injuries. But perhaps Ominis was the one person who could understand the pain they've gone through. Warnings: Minor Injuries. Self Destructive Behaviors. Survivor’s Guilt. 

One Day At A Time - Oneshot. Sequel to Right Direction. Mc has been improving, but still has bad days. They find comfort in going to Ominis for help. Warnings: Self Destructive Behaviors/Tendencies. Feelings of Guilt. Brief Mentions of Minor Injuries.

Flustered - Blurb. After living with Anne for the summer, MC has heard a lot of stories about her, Sebastian, and Ominis. When Ominis and Sebastian come to reconnect with Anne, MC is eager to ask Ominis about some of the stories she's heard. Warnings: None.

Only In Dreams - Oneshot. She spent her days in love with him, and her nights wishing they were together. But she knew it would never be---Ominis Gaunt had sworn off love for the sake of ending his family's legacy. She knew she wouldn't be an exception to that. Warnings: Angst (with a happy ending).

You Were The First - Oneshot. Ominis Gaunt has never known affection. He has never known how it felt to love---to be loved. She came and changed all of it. Or, Ominis gets love because by god does he deserve it. Warnings: Implied/Referenced child absuse.

Safety - Series. Ongoing. Y/N L/N had always despised Ominis Gaunt. He was everything she hated about her life. As the only daughter to a wealthy pure-blood family, she knew it was inevitable that she would someday find herself in an arranged marriage. But why did it have to be him? Warnings: See individual chapters.

--> Dread | Hatred | Truce | Fear | Anger | Sorrow | Gratitude | Worry | Absence

Prove You Wrong - Oneshot. After being stood up on a date, Ominis decides to prove MC wrong when she feels like no one will ever love her. Warnings: Being stood up, feelings of inadequacy. 

A Black Walnut Wand - Oneshot. A wand made of Black Walnut can be a finicky thing---if the wielder isn't truthful, whether with themselves or with others, it's power diminishes. So it's just absolutely perfect when her wand starts acting up right before N.E.W.T.S., isn't it? Warnings: None.

Sebastian Sallow x MC x Ominis Gaunt (Platonic)

All I Need - When MC was injuried, she knew her two best friends would get after her for it. But they’ll always be there for her. Warnings: Injury.

Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt 

Don’t Go Where I Can’t Follow - Oneshot. Sebastian can't give up. Not even after he's killed his Uncle. He's determined to save Anne, and won't take no for an answer. Or, a brief exploration into the broken(?) friendship between Sebastian and Ominis after everything happens. Can be read platonic or romantic. Warnings: ANGST

[kigozula]

As Long As We’re Together - Sokkla Saturdays 2024

Day 2

FF.net & AO3

Leaves were falling. Apples were tasting juicer. Spicy scents all around the air. Autumn arrived.

The Fire Nation was the "summer nation". But it still got colder in the winter season, and colorful in autumn. At this time of year the view from the palace was particularly nice.

"I'm telling you Azula, Dragon Town has the best pumpkins!" Sokka said enthusiastically.

"Oh really, and how often did you eat their pumpkins I wonder?" Azula asked skeptically.

Sokka blinked blankly, "Well, never!"

Azula rolled her eyes at that.

"But Mai told that Dragon Town grow the best ones. And my wife deserves the best of everything!" he said smiling.

Azula smiled warmly back at him, a hand on her growing belly. She reached the sixth month of her pregnancy. Their first child. If Sokka was already protective and loving towards Azula, it doubled after finding out about her pregnancy.

Right after she said she wanted pumpkins, Sokka jumped up and informed himself where the best pumpkins were found.

"So does our baby." Sokka leaned forward and caressed Azula's baby bump. Pressing a soft kiss to her cheek while doing so. Azula closed her eyes, enjoying his cuteness.

"Okay, you win Sokka. We are going to Dragon Twon.” she said.

Sokka looked questioningly at her.

"No, I won't have you travel such a long way in this state Azula. I promise I'll be quick. You will have the pumpkin this afternoon."

"I can travel Sokka. And it's not like we're away too long. It's a 40-minute drive from the city." she said.

"But..."

"Besides, I want to see the pumpkin patch. I want to spend the leisure time with you. It's not cold outside." she told him.

Sokka looked at her. Slowly his lips curved upwards, while he watched her small smile, the glowing beautiful eyes he got lost so long ago. He caved in. How would he say no to her.

The carriage ride wasn't bumpy. Which was a relief for both Azula and Sokka. More for him honestly, since he feared it wouldn't be good for Azula and the baby.

Reaching their destination, they fooled around while looking for the best pumpkin. Azula laughed a lot at her handsome husband. It ended with them buying five pumpkins.

The golden sun slowly set when they reached the palace. Sokka insisted to cook for Azula. She decided to make desert. They weren't the best cooks and had a palace cook. But it gave them joy to use the kitchen every now and then.

Pumpkin soup and pastry were on the table.

"You're getting better at this love." Azula said while drinking her soup.

"Well, I’m learning since our marriage." Sokka said proudly, "I’m curious about this pumpkin desert of yours. Never had one actually."

"Oh, I promise you are going to love it." she said.

After finishing their food, they sat comfortably on the couch to eat the desert. The pumpkin was cut in small pieces before cooked with brown sugar. Topped with tahini and walnuts after that.

Sokka intensely focused on the taste of it, making humming noises of satisfaction.

"Azula, how come I never ate this, it's sooooo sooooooo good!" he said while still chewing.

"How about you eat it slowly and enjoy the taste Sokka?"

"No no no, I can't, it's too good!" gobbling down the pumpkins.

"My mom used to make these. I always liked it. But somehow this year, I constantly thought of them. Well, about everything with pumpkins actually." she said.

Sokka smiled and sat next to her. He caressed the baby bump and kissed her head.

"Might be our little one doubled your love for it." he said.

"Might be." Azula said, putting her hands onto his over her belly.

"Are you tired love?" Sokka asked her gently.

"Just a little, it feels good like this right now."

They cuddled all through the evening, making jokes and having deep talks.

"I have a girl name in mind." Azula said suddenly.

"Let me guess: Nayla?" Sokka said.

Azula looked up to his face, "How did you know?"

Sokka looked smirking at her, "You once told me, that when you have a girl, Nayla is a name you liked."

Azula was surprised yet smiled at the memory.

"You really remember?" she asked.

"Of course I do Azula! I remember everything you said to me love." he said pecking her lips.

"And? How do you like the name?"

"What is the meaning?"

"The one who reaches her goals."

"Well, I like both the sound of it and the meaning. Nayla." he said as if trying how it sounds.

"I am fearing of asking but doing it anyway: do you have names in mind. Especially a boy name."

Sokka chuckled at her reaction.

"I don't know honestly. I had already Nayla in mind since the pregnancy. I thought we would find one together in case it's a boy."

"Wait! You already accepted Nayla?"

"Yes I did." he replied.

Azula got tears in her eyes.

"Azula? Hey now, what is it?" Sokka asked worriedly.

"Sometimes,... you just... I ..." she couldn't speak so she just pressed her face into the crook of his neck and held his shirt with her hands.

Sokka hugged her tightly, caressing her hair, "You don't have to cry love." he said into her hair.

"I love you so much, never leave me Sokka. Never ever okay?" Azula said in between tears.

Sokka pulled away, hoping to hold himself together. He brushed away her tears.

"Never. As long as I can breathe, I am always here with you. I love you." he said honestly.

Azula laughed now.

"Come here." Sokka said and pulled her back on his chest.

They cuddled in the presence of candlelight, and the moon outside.

[havenesc]

what does Selina think about Sofia taking Jay under her wing? hell, what does BRUCE think??

OHHHHH THIS IS A GOOD QUESTION and like anything else I love yapping my head off about asks like this (the rancher au is a perfect example lmao) but I think it's going to make a lot more sense if I answer with a couple caveats in mind:

The majority of the Sofia and Jason teamup brainworms exist with the idea that Jason is immortal. I.E. he can be killed but he cannot permanently die. It's a whole (handwaves) Thing that I won't get into here.

My knowledge of Selina consists of the TK run back when Rebirth was new up to the wedding, Reevesverse, Gotham War, and a few other one-off stories. Take everything I say with a pinch or handful of salt as needed.

At this point in the timeline, Sofia has connected the dots to a few identities. She knows Selina is Catwoman and Batcat has been on-again-off-again for (checks watch) by this point, fifteen-sixteen years. Selina has absolutely bitched about Bruce. Sofia is not stupid. She's not about to lay her trump card out on the table, but she knows.

All of these aforementioned brainworms are also a product of Birdie (@birdiedoesdc) and I aggressively slinging ideas back and forth like it's The Wimbledon Championships!!!!

Sofia and Selina, in my little walnut mind, are incredibly close. I don't know what Reeves is planning for Part 2, but I think Sofia and Selina value loyalty and family so much in their own jaded, Carmine-warped ways, and they're all each other has remaining of family. They are sisters. They get wine drunk on Sofia's couch and complain about life. They help each other out on jobs. Sofia was there when Selina mourned Jason's death.

So, when Jason makes his public return in UtrH -- personally, I'm currently writing a "Sofia is backing Jason for the entirety of UtrH" fic, but the world's our oyster timeline wise -- I think, reunion with Jason and all that fun that entails aside, Selina would be wary of the consequences of Jason leaning into the crime lord angle, but would feel somewhat better knowing at least Sofia's teaching him the ropes. Sofia is still not a classical "good person" and she can and will do terrible things as a woman with hobbies should, but the devil you know is better than the devil you don't.

Sofia has years of experience. Jason is young and brash and furious and passively suicidal with his immortality, and he's going to get severely fucked over if he doesn't learn to rein it in. If he's going to do this anyways, and there is no talking sense into him, at least Sofia is the one trying to take his neck off the chopping block before Bruce or GCPD gets ahold of him. Selina doesn't have to love the actual nature of what is happening -- she wishes everyone could reconcile, but you don't date Batman for decades without becoming used to the idea of never getting closure -- but at least it's remaining in the "family," and Jason appears more receptive to Sofia's teachings when it's clear that she meets him where he is as a person.

And!! Sofia talks to Selina about Jason. Selina understands Sofia's reasonings, her thoughts, her feelings, because Selina is the only person in the world that Sofia will be emotionally honest with. All the things she won't say to Jason can be said to Selina. Selina watches in real-time as Sofia goes from "aggrieved and having no choice but to take this chronically 19yo in" to "I am actually concerned for his wellbeing and what if this one death is the last of it and it runs out and nobody knows." Selina knows how deep the well of Sofia's care goes, and how much Sofia considers Jason as part of her family, even if she cannot/will not recognize it within herself.

Bruce is not privy to any of that.

Bruce and Sofia hate each other's guts.

Sofia has loose immunity by way of Selina and also by Bruce correctly sussing out that she knows exactly who he is. Sofia doesn't like Bruce even back when she was fresh out of her second stint in Arkham; she was vaguely aware of his family in a very neutral-at-best sense, but she did not like him and only wanted to be around him if there was opportunity to humiliate him. There is absolutely never enough goddamn alcohol in the house come time when batcat inevitably "goes on break" again. The most succinct way I've managed to put it is "Sofia can bitch about Bruce but Bruce cannot bitch about Sofia."

So, when Bruce finds out that Jason and Sofia are in cahoots, he's furious. He thinks Sofia is there specifically to weaponize Jason against him, and to lead Jason down a path to ruin. Sofia thinks he fucking sucks and that he should have wonder woman'd up and killed Joker -- and maybe if he had, nobody would be in this mess in the first place. (Sofia knows a lot about what it means to be failed by your father.)

There probably is a whole arc there I've yet to think about where he's trying to take down Sofia, which in turn leads to Jason getting involved, and Selina getting involved, and it would be so MESSY. In the end, though, Jason and Bruce have irreconcilable moral differences that predate Sofia, and Jason isn't doing anything he wouldn't already be doing by himself.

He hates it. He hates admitting that Sofia is probably teaching Jason necessary skills at least in the way of navigating conversations, about reeling back his explosive nature in times where deescalation is more beneficial than going scorched earth, and that worse, it's working. Where he could not get through to Jason on controlling emotions, Sofia can. (The real irony here is that they are both extremely emotionally repressed people and Jason never knows how much either of them care for him in the way he needs.)

He still believes Sofia is using Jason (she is) and that Jason doesn't know what he's doing (he does; they've talked about their business arrangement in depth), but barring a really bad fumble by Jason or Sofia, he fades more into the background as time goes on.

And I know Dick was not part of this ask but. But. I need everyone to know that he and Sofia hate each other worse than Bruce and Sofia hate each other. Their only common ground is caring for Jason. They have never once liked each other from day one but they are the nastiest case of a bad divorce with split custody you've ever seen, barring perhaps whatever the hell Talia and Dick have got going on.

SORRY FOR THE ESSAY THANK YOU FOR THE ASK <3

[naradivision]

Miraitabi at Hogwarts

AU inspired from (and maybe coexist along) this prompt started by @uenodivision

Oh, Merlin’s Beard… Not me popping the new spin-off LMAO

Also, before we hops onto this train, let me disclaim it clearly that there are a SH*TTON of my hallucination lore below... So, please feels free to speculate XD

Yer a wizard! O’ what house are you?

Official (Pottermore) | Replica 

Still looking for a wand?

Official (Pottermore) | Replica 

Discover your Patronus —the magical guardian will guide you the way

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Disclaimer: The series “Harry Potter” belong to J.K. Rowling, and well, these headcanons of mine may not all follow to those quizzes above. And in case you’re going to try testing for multiple OCs, I suggest you to use the “Replica” link instead because the official tests are tied with the registered account (so for short it’s one account for one result from each test on official site).

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—Yuuya

5th Year Gryffindor

Wand:  Black Walnut wood, 11 inches and reasonably supple flexibility with a core that claimed to be a unicorn hair 

Patronus:  A stag

Favorite Subjects:  Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Flying

Chaser on Gryffindor Quidditch Team

Adopts a stray Siamese cat named “Ojou-chan” as his pet

Often hangs out with his bestie from Hufflepuff

Quite a humble lad but tends to get himself into troubles because his wand like to act on its own…

However, looks like lately he has been given more chances to become more and more bolder

After discovers his wand has a weird relation toward a certain ghost, he soon makes up his mind to stick with her in order to find out why —It eventually develops into his voluntary will to help her find some clue about herself though

In fact; his current wand is the second one he won from disarming a smuggler that attacked his housemate for witnessing their illegal business at Shrieking Shack during his fourth year’s Hogsmeade trip, his first wand is broken due to this incident

Actually enjoys learning about charmwork but always gaslights himself into thinking he’ll never being good at it

Burntout teenage trying to find his own Lumos

At the beginning is about to get sorted as a Hufflepuff, but unknowingly, the old hat changes its answer at the last second and tells him that —He does remind it of someone

Half-blood; never knows his father is a wizard until he revealed to him after getting a divorce from his mom

Separated from his dear sister since young, also never heard anything from her ever since

His father passed away via an accident which Yuuya forever blames himself for not being able to do anything

—Asahi

5th Year Hufflepuff

Wand:  Cedar wood with a pheonix feather core, 10 inches, and pliant flexibility

Patronus:  A corgi

Favorite Subjects:  Potions, Herbology

Yuuya’s neighbor and childhood friend

Muggle-born, thus he is super curious to explore everything in wizarding world

Very very surprise for his invitation letter to Hogwarts and even more when learning someone who is like his brother-next-door is also a wizard

His letter came in pretty late, so that’s why he has entered in the same year as his younger friend

The Headache of Potions professor because he is quite obsessed with putting things he gets interested into a pot and sees if it’s gonna work

However, funnily enough; he is scoring well on this subject because of his accidental discovery on 50+ more easier unconventional ways to formulate the same potions with the same properties

Kinda knowledgeable about plants, knowing which kind could be edible and even how to make it taste good

Very great at baking and cooking, house’s elves are losing their career

Genuinely wants to befriend Hogwarts’s elves, but the elves don’t want to befriend him because he mostly doesn’t left his chores for them to do

Have a dream to open his own sweets shop in Hogsmeade

Whenever Gryffindor has a match with other houses, you can always finds him at the front-row seat cheering for his friend —Oh, that’s maybe the reason he sometimes earns a scowl from his housemates

A loyal buddy who is happy to tag along your adventure through thicks and thins

—Saigo

Alumnus of Ravenclaw

Wand:  Sycamore wood with a unicorn hair core, 12 ¾ inches, and unyielding flexibility 

Patronus:  A red-crowned crane

Expertise:  Arithmancy, Ancient Runes

New “Studies of Ancient Runes” Professor

Graduated with the highest scores on N.E.W.T.s. in his generation

Pure-blood but he’d rather judge you by your competence

(His paternal lineage except him and his father is known for being sorted into Slytherin)

Used to be a high-level executive who oversees the business with Gringotts but later got exploited by his own family, so currently he has accepted an offer to teach at Hogwarts as some breather

His hobby is experimenting new spells from runes

Secretly have an avid interest toward artifacts from all over the world

Known for his ability to cast multiple complex and functional spells all at once

Known for his always scowling face and strict nature, but in truth, he does care a lot about his students

Tired Dad™ even if he never has kid

Likely becomes the pseudo-parent to two kids and one ghost(?) as he often runs into their shenanigans by chance

And because he is technically new to the school, he doesn’t know much about its current situation until overhearing that something has gone suspense to the point authority might allow the Auror to station at Hogwarts just in case

Soon becomes suspicious of that one ‘Sneaky Cat’ who loves to loiter around his student and gets a bit unsettled knowing the school seems likely to ignore this invader

—Ange

Hogwarts’ little ghostie

Or that’s what she believes

Transparent Genki Girl with amnesia

She is still determined to know more about her past life though

Hogwarts ghosts are pretty welcome to her arrival, they often act like her parents and even becomes supportive of her whenever she wants to kick Peeves’s ass

Oh yeah, she has a beef with Peeves (Hogwarts’s Poltergeist) since that mischief likes to harass other students out there!

With her nature of ghost, she can pass through solid objects and is unable to physically touch something —However, unlike other ghosts, she has shown to be quite expressive and had her preferences leaning more aligned to those of the mortal ones

Looks all cute and smol but isn’t so harmless due to her bizarre ability to meddle with most kinds of magic, especially the magic from that wizard boy’s wand

Claims to be able to communicate with the magic power living within each person’s wand and is super curious to know what Hogwarts students normally learn in their classes

Yuuya has speculated that she might have used to live as a very powerful witch before passing away… But, who will know the truth anyway?

From what she could utmostly recall, she had come to haunting around the fringe of Forbidden Forest without any memory until one day the little cat lead its wizard boy to come across her by chance

That day she has gained her first wizard friend who is willing to talk with her and she is very appreciative of their friendship

Really, really LOVES to talk —Can’t never seem to shut up about something that piques up her interest

Together with her now two wizard friends, she is looking forward to any journey this wicked destiny would bring to herself

—“Mr Sneaky Paw”

Alumnus of Slytherin

Wand: Pine wood and a dragon heartstring core, 12 ¾ inches, and supple flexibility

Patronus:  A black cat

Expertise:  Transfiguration, Nonverbal Spells

Cat Animagus 

Used to known as “Maverick of The House”

Half-blood but hid the fact only to let public know he is Muggle-born; guesses it’s needless to explain further ado about his reputation

A walking Marauder’s Map; already having every nook of Hogwarts mapped in his head

Secretive Bastard™ with Order of Merlin’s First-Class sass

Saigo doesn’t like him and the feelings are mutual

(His surrogate family is related to Saigo from his mother’s side and all were sorted into Ravenclaw)

Once being accused to work for Daily Prophet due to his habit to sneak around here and there but surprisingly isn’t

Here’s the second doubt for him being a Dark Arts appreciator since he seems to know a lot about it in great details —However, it’s still a mystery of which faction he truly affiliates to or why he had come to Hogwarts in the first place

Suggests “Nah we’d flee” for most fights, actually is a veteran duelist

The kind of quick caster who isn’t proficient at playing fair

Attempts to be friendly-friendly with Yuuya for unclear agenda despite their house’s enmity, he even goes as far as providing him some little helps and secretly looks out for him from the dark

...Lastly, shall we all raise our wands to pay respect for every greatest witch and wizard who had dedicated themselves to bringing this series to life...

Happy Halloween, guys 🪄

[diy-fire-water-pups]

Hey Zuma, what's your family like? You've mentioned them a few times and I'd love to hear more about them.

Oh? Hmm, let me see... I'm not sure what I've already said before or not. I have one brother, Zack, I remember mentioning him sometimes... Three sisters, Pixie, Penny and Polly... And my mom, Hazel!

Zack is very hyperactive, and we look almost entirely alike, so we've switched places a few times before just for fun, and even by accident! He likes to play, to swim and last I heard he's been trying to surf but I was told he still has a lot to learn until he can say he's a surfer pup for real.

On the other side, Penny is the most chill of us all, but she's still pretty smart and playful. She's black, with white chest and paws, with black spots on these white parts. She loves helping anyone with anything and is a very good emotional support for anyone who needs it!

Pixie has a duller brown fur than me, it's like someone toned down the saturation even more, with a few darker spots randomly all over. She loves making new friends and is maybe too curious for her own good. If there's anything new in a room, she will inspect it all over... And that got her in some sticky situations a few times, like how she got her nose stuck in a sticky trap for bugs once. It was hell to get her free and clean her nose after that!

As for Polly, she's The Diva. She's got a darker fur, like, if Zack and I are kinda walnut colored, she's the actual dark chocolate shade. She loves dressing up and wearing accessories, absolutely thrives on getting attention! I've never seen Polly get into the sea at all, but she might have at some point after I moved to live here with Ryder. She said saltwater was bad for her fur. You bet I splashed her several times or shook myself next to her just out of spite during a good part of my puppyhood, ha!

And last, there's Hazel, our mom. She's very energic and loves to run and play. Her favorite game is beach volleyball! She always made sure to educate us all into nice friendly pups, but we might have skipped a bit on the well behaved part of the story. She says we got that from our father! His name is Bardo and he's a Dalmatian who was on a vacation trip with his owners, coming all the way from Australia. Me and my siblings didn't get to meet him, but we got to do a video call once last year. It felt kinda weird, but he seems to be cool!

[lostfirefly]

Thank you for your kind words and support. I'm feeling a little better, though still in a wild panic. But let's take our minds off everything and have one fluff morning with Buggy and Сatherine. I'm still abysmal at describing things, but it's never too late to learn. But it was fun to create Catherine's songs. English isn't my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts)

Bugust. Day 14. Baker (Buggy x OC). I hope this story fits this theme.

"Hey, Cathie-pie, question for you." Buggy walked into the kitchen. "Ancient Egyptian fertility god. Six letters across, the third letter is I."

Catherine stood at the table and beat eggs in the bowl, humming a song.

I mix the batter, sugar sweet, A sprinkle of laughter, a dash of heat. Eggs and flour, whisked just right, A cake to mirror his delight.

"That's Osiris, my love."

"Oh, I remember him. O-si-ris. Yeah!" Buggy plopped down on the chair.

"What are you doing?" Catherine came to him and kissed him on the head. "Hi."

"Hi. A word puzzle." Buggy tapped his pen on the table. "Oh, I know that word. Bacon."

"You're so cute now." Catherine ruffled his hair. "You look like an old man."

"Hey, I'm not old. Old man can't be the sex god. I thought I proved my title to you this night."

"God!" Catherine rolled her eyes. "I knew this phrase would stick in your head, pervert!" She gently slapped his head. "And by the way, tell that god that he is punished."

"But why?" Buggy scratched his head, looking at the lines. "Oh, this's lotus." He started to write the word in the cells. "So why am I being punished?"

"For your chop chop in bed, clown! I told you not to use during.. well.. you know..." Catherine blushed.

"But you never complain, cotton candy. All I hear is," He started imitating her, "more, Buggy, don't stop, Buggy." He looked at the cells. "Oh, that's library."

"I hate you." Catherine stroked his head and looked at the word puzzle. "The word here is terracotta." She pointed to the empty cells vertically. "See? What kind of warriors guarded the emperors of China. It was the terracotta army. The Chinese emperors used these warriors to protect themselves, their servants, and their animals."

"Oh, thank you!" Buggy wrote the word in the cells. "How do you know all this?"

"I studied at the ancient literature faculty, remember? I don't know," Catherine shrugged, returned to the bowls and poured the beaten eggs into the flour. "I've always liked reading books about the past times. Dynasties, traditions. It's all so interesting."

"Yes, I've noticed your love of reading. The whole apartment is filled with books, candles, and stuffed animals."

"Don't grumble, my silly clown. Here, keep your mouth busy." Catherine put coffee and sandwiches on the table.

"Oh! My favorite! With hot cheese." Buggy took the sandwich, sniffed it and glanced at Catherine. "But.. how did you know that I would come?"

"You were gone for twenty minutes. So far, your record for being in another room without me is 21 minutes. How did you even survive without me on the couch?" Catherine laughed and poured the grated carrots into a bowl.

"Go to hell! I lived somehow before you." Buggy took a huge bite of his sandwich. "Yummy! I won't deny that I'm kinda happy that you couldn't resist my charm and fell in love with me."

"Oh, my god! There was no charm, Buggy!! You pissed me off and wanted to leave me in the desert!!"

"But I didn't leave you!" He took another bite. "Fuck, so tasty." Buggy looked at Catherine, who was standing at the next table, cutting something. "What are you doing, cotton candy?"

"I wanted to make carrot cake, like mom used to make. Remember how I told you we ate it every Saturday? I've never made it for you. You were sitting in the living room and for some reason I wanted to make you something tasty. But I'm not a great cook." Catherine took a package from the table. "I'll add walnut. You know, most people add raisins to this cake, but my mom added walnut." Catherine chopped up the nuts in the blender and added them to the dough. "That's great.. All I need is.. Hey!" She slapped the flying hand that had stuck its fingers in the bowl. "What the fuck, Buggy?!"

Buggy pulled his hand back and licked his fingers. "Fuck! Delicious!"

"You're disgusting! Where are your manners?!" Catherine rolled her eyes, groaned and began pouring the batter into the bowl. "We have to wait 30 minutes and then the crus-- Fuck! Stop grabbing my ass!" Catherine turned to face Buggy. "What's wrong with you?!"

"Nothing!" Buggy giggled and reattached his hand.

"Geez!" She turned on the oven, poured the batter into the mold and as she flattened it, she felt Buggy's hands on her waist. "You know, I wonder. Is there some kind of on/off switch in you? A minute ago you were sitting calmly and doing the word puzzle, and now you're sticking your fingers in a bowl and hugging me. Hey!" Catherine slapped Buggy's hand again. "Stop shoving your fingers in the batter."

"But why? This's so tasty." He moved his lips to her ears. "But you still tasted better, my Cathie-pie."

"Don't you dare say those vulgar, idiotic phrases around my mother's cake." Catherine tried to open the oven but couldn't even bend over because her clown squeezed her in his arms. "Buggy."

"What?"

"I know you missed me, but I can't move. See?" Catherine slowly attempted to shift her body, desperate to find a more comfortable position. "I can't. You squeezed me like a fucking octopus. Do you want this damn cake or not?"

"I want cake." Buggy sighed, unclasped his hands slightly, and as soon as Catherine put the mold in the oven, immediately pulled her against him.

"Shit! Don't break my back." Catherine laughed. "We need to wait 30 minutes, then I'll sprinkle more leftover peanuts on top." She stroked Buggy's cheek. "Let me make us some coffee, my silly clown. Can you let me go for five minutes? I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

She gently unclasped his hands and walked over to the coffee maker. "See? I'm still here."

Buggy plopped down on a chair and watched Catherine intently. The kitchen was filled with the aromas of freshly baked goods and freshly brewed coffee.

Buggy listened as Catherine softly hummed.

In the morning glow, a brew begins, I measure out the joy, where laughter spins. The kettle hums a cheerful tune, While sunbeams dance to the jester’s croon.

Buggy stood up, continuing to watch Catherine, walked to the oven and sat down on the counter to look at the cake.

"Will it be ready soon, Cathie-pie?"

"What? Do you want dessert already?" Catherine came closer to him and kissed him on the top of the head.

"I wouldn't mind the dessert I had last night." Buggy giggled. "If you know what I mean."

"I always know what you mean. The cake needs another 15 or 20 minutes. Sit down, your coffee is almost ready." Catherine returned to the table and began pouring him coffee.

Beneath a cap of red and white, My clown will waltz into the light. With painted smile and joyful grace, He brightens up this humble space.

Catherine set the mug on the table, smacked Buggy once more on the head and sat down on the chair next to him. She couldn't help but be captivated by the way Buggy slowly and methodically brought the ceramic mug to his lips, tilting it ever so slightly to allow the steaming, aromatic liquid to pass between them.

As soon as the timer on the oven went off Catherine went to check on the cake. She carefully slid open the oven door, the warm, fragrant air wafting out and filling the kitchen with the inviting aroma of freshly baked carrot cake.

"Oh, it's ready!" With a gentle touch, Catherine grasped the edges of the baking pan, its sides lined with a golden, buttery crust, and slowly pulled it out, the soft, moist cake wobbling slightly as she lightly twisted the baking pan in her hands. Catherine paused for a moment, admiring the perfect domed top, its surface dotted with tiny specks of carrots and walnuts that had caramelized in the intense heat. "Looks good. See?" She put the cake on the table.

Buggy sniffed it and looked at Catherine. "Smells delicious!"

Grabbing a clean knife, Catherine carefully ran it along the edges, loosening the cake from the pan, before flipping it over onto a serving platter, the unmistakable shape and color of the carrot cake now fully revealed. The rich, creamy frosting she had prepared earlier glistened invitingly, its smooth texture begging to be sliced into and savored.

"My blue-haired love, I hope you're gonna like it." She began to portion out the cake. "Her-- Why are you smiling?"

"I'm not smiling." Buggy blushed, broke off a piece of cake and put it in his mouth.

The flavors exploded across his tongue - the rich, buttery sweetness of the vanilla frosting mingling with the subtle notes of walnut and the faint tang of carrot and lemon zest in the tender cake layers beneath. Buggy paused. He let the flavors linger, rolling them around in his mouth, allowing them to fully unfurl and permeate every corner of his senses. The cake practically melted on his tongue, it was the perfect blend of comforting familiarity and delightful novelty, a true delight for the taste buds.

"Enjoy this ordianry cake, my love." Catherine kissed him on his head.

But for Buggy this was not an ordinary cake, that was her cake for him. It was clear that she had poured her heart and soul into this creation. Each component was perfectly balanced, coming together in harmonious symphony to deliver an immensely satisfying and delightful gustatory experience. Encouraged by that first tantalizing bite, Buggy took another, larger forkful, eager to further indulge in the cake's delectable delights.

"Fuck me, cotton candy! This's so delicious!" Buggy put another large piece in his mouth and washed it down with coffee.

"Tasty?" Catherine giggled, stroking his head.

"Hell, yeah!"

Catherine sat back in her chair, sipped her coffee and tasted a piece of cake. "Yeah, not bad."

"Not bad? Are you fucking kidding me? This is the best cake I've ever had in my life." Buggy looked at the empty plate. "I want another slice."

"Sometimes I think you love food more than you love me, Buggy." Catherine smiled and put a bigger piece on his plate. "Here." She took a bite of her cake. "You know, these smells remind me of the time we all gathered in the living room. Mom would bring out the big tea set on a tray and the smell of pie would waft through the house. She was fantastic at making it. We'd sit around the table, telling stories from the week that we hadn't had time to tell at dinner. Dad grumbled that our neighbor had stolen the newspaper again, and mom laughed at him. You would have loved our gatherings. Maybe we could start a tradition of our own? That would be great." Catherine bit her piece of cake and swallowed it. "Like eating ice cream every Saturday?"

"I don't know," Buggy shrugged, eating his piece of cake. "I'm not a fan of that kind of thing. Damn, so delicious."

"Okay. Let's just think of our walks as our little tradition for now." Catherine found herself transfixed, watching Buggy's every movement as he slowly slid his fork through the moist layers of cake. Each delicate morsel he brought to his lips seemed to disappear with a satisfied hum, leaving behind just the faintest trace of crumbs on the corners of his mouth. "You're so cute, Buggy the Clown. I love you so, so much." She narrowed her eyes and sipped her coffee.

"It's hard to say you something back, because it's so damn good and I can't stop eating this masterpiece." He took another bite. "But I love you too, my cotton candy." He said with his mouth full.

"Chew and then talk!" Catherine giggled and put another piece of cake on his plate.