#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.."

[hellenhighwater]

My grandfather died the day I turned eleven, and now, two decades later, the memories I have of him are few and far between. I remember his face; his voice, but mostly I remember what he taught me. The names of trees; what berries were edible. How to fish, and shoot, and camp in deep winter and build fires in the snow. I don't remember the words he used for these lessons, but the knowledge is his.

He had a woodshop, which outlived him by many years; he wasn't the one who taught me to use the tools in it but they were his nonetheless. I learned on his band saw, his drill press, made little things out of lumber he felled and milled and laid away for projects he never got to. The cutting boards I use for special occasions are black walnut he milled the year I was born, that I planed and cut and sanded in his woodshop eighteen years after his death. The woodshop, too, is gone now, but I have many of his tools still. Hand drills and files, vices and hammers and a thousand little jars of screws and nails, which will likely last my lifetime and more. I have tools from my great-grandfather, too, who I never knew, but the hand planes still cut long curlicues of wood smooth as butter.

And I have his china. Gifted to my grandmother as an engagement gift; an extravagant expense, carried in his hands bit by bit from Japan, a hundred and twenty pieces chipped and cherished through generations of family thanksgivings. A poor man's gift to a rich man's daughter, with gold on the edges.

I know as the years pass I will remember less of him. Memory always fades. But I have, far less fragile, his knowledge, his tools, and a hundred and twenty pieces of proof of his love.

[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. 

[highlynerdy]

"I do it because I want to protect him from the world, and sometimes from myself. I want to tell him every secret I ever had, and yet I never want to make him choose, to see the hurt in his eyes, to put this, too, on him. I want-I want so many things. Sometimes, I just want."

Turning The Page by @queerofthedagger / art by @schweetheart

I started this fanARTifact in July 2021 and finally, finally finished it in September 2024. Click below to see so many more pictures and read probably too much about the project.

This project was a LABOR OF LOVE because y'all...I failed so, so many times during the making of it. I had grand dreams of all the things that I was going to do and learn and every single time I tried something it was like the universe telling me to go ahead and go fuck myself, we're not doing that. But it's done and I'm pleased with it. I hope Mona and Schweets are. Let's talk about the process.

I read this story back in July 2021 when it came out and immediately wrote @schweetheart on July 23, 2021 to ask if I could use her art for the back because it was such a crucial part of the story.

She graciously allowed me to use it, and even sent me a high res file so I could have the portrait of Arthur printed on art paper.

THEN. My brilliantly stupid self decided that just making the book wasn't enough. I mean, I had already done that for Arthur's journal back in 2020 and I am nothing if not a nutter about learning to do new things, especially for my fanARTifact series.

SO. I'm going to learn to make paper. Yeah. Totally a reasonable escalation in terms of new skills, right?? ......... Nope. I bought a small 5x7 mould and deckle to practice with and some cotton linters to make the pulp. Twas. A. Failure. I didn't have a press or the felts or the sizing needed to make the paper actually, ya know, usable. This was the first time I put the project down for a while.

Moving on to another new skill in late 2021, I decided that I wanted to make the walnut ink myself. Luckily, I was part of a pigment subscription in 2020 (that is a hell of a nerdy statement, even for me) and had all the supplies in my art studio to attempt this endeavor.

I didn't fail this part! Fucking huzzah for small miracles. Now I had two small bottles of black walnut ink to use for the calligraphy that I wanted to do for some of the excerpts. Except now I was stuck again on the paper making part so I put it back down again for an eternity.

Picking it back up in late 2022, I asked Mr. Highlynerdy to make a custom size mould and deckle for me so I could have long pieces to fold for my signatures. It was his first time doing anything like this but he's a buddy and a pal and gave it a try. Surprising no one if you've read this far, we both failed this part. Even now, I'm still not sure we succeeded but eventually we did get something workable. And considering professional mould and deckles cost in the hundreds of dollars...yeah, it'll do.

It took a hot ass minute for me to feel ready to attempt the paper making again but once I was ready, I ordered wet, pre-beaten pulp from Twinrocker. A very curt man on the phone helped me figure out what I needed and added internal sizing to the pulp I ordered. I didn't take pictures of any of the paper stuff because it was very messy and annoying. Once again, Mr. Highlynerdy helped me rig up a drying box with tri-wall cardboard and ratchet straps and a box fan. Once the paper was dry, I used a gelatin mixture to paint on external sizing. Since I'm primarily a painter, I needed the paper to be able to handle ink, paint, pencil. Sizing paper is the only way to do this, but no worries, I won't go further into the nerdy details about this.

Once the paper was ready, I decided to sew the text block. Here's another part where I failed YET A-FUCKING-GAIN. I talked before on Arthur's Journal post about how books were very, very rare in the 6th century (Arthurian period), but BBC Merlin is soooooo anachronistic that it's fiiiiiine to just do what I wanted. HOWEVER. I did want to try to do visible spine binding. But. Unfortunately I had gone ahead and used all of my paper to bind the text block as if I was going to case it in. FUUUUUUUCCCCCK. It's fine. We're fine. Come on, brain. What can we do.

Well, what we CAN'T do is use a piece of leather from my large remnant that I bought for my first journal because someone - FUCKING ME - measured and cut the last piece NOT TAKING INTO ACCOUNT THE WIDTH of the text block. So now it doesn't fit. And refusing to buy a new piece of leather I'm forced to pivot once again.

I decided to cut the leather spine even shorter, buy some wood pieces and sand them, paint them a matte black, and then glue the leather to those pieces. Cool cool cool. We're moving on. I tested a lot of different glues for this and good ol' super glue ended up being the clear winner. Cue putting this project away again for a whiiiillle.

In October 2023, I decided to pull it out again and do the calligraphy and drawings I wanted. This story has so many gorgeous parts but I finally decided on the first page, the last page, and the page about Gaius.

I mixed my handmade walnut ink with my beloved Finetec gold and used the quills I bought from John Neal Booksellers to practice my Uncial. I shouldn't have been rusty after lettering an entire fic for this fanARTifact, but I was.

The little dragon was inspired by medieval manuscript dragons I found.

Narratively, I loved the idea that Merlin's writing would start off soft and delicate and become stronger by the end of the journal. Also, I loved that the end word "WANT" would be just gold because the ink blend changes throughout. Something magical or whatever.

This part needed tears. They might have been real ones...

Annnnnnnnd, the project was put down again until a few days ago when I decided, after getting back into Merlin fic, I needed to buck up and finish it.

I did so many tests for the cover. I tried embossing, carving, and debossing and hated all of them. I settled on painting it with acrylic paints in the shape of a Celtic knot sort of pattern. I originally wanted to do a triskelion but after reading a bit about how some asshole groups have co-opted the symbol for shitty purposes, I decided against it. It's a mix of black and gold and it's hard to capture the depth of it through photos...eh, I did what I could.

Still. Something wasn't quite working with the brown leather and the black covers with the new symbol so I broke out my matte black leather paint and decided to go all black.

All I had left to do was glue in the text block and it would be done! And that still took me a few days to work up the courage. The book opens nice and flat, which will be good for me as I will use it as a sketchbook.

Sitting here, on September 1st, I have completed a project that taught me many new skills and also taught me a lot about humility and perseverance. There was no way I was going to abandon this project, and maybe I should have started over many of the times, but I am quite in love with the final result and I just hope that it does it's inspiration proud. Thank you @queerofthedagger Mona for all you create and share with the Merlin fandom, and thank you @schweetheart for allowing me to use your gorgeous art.

Also, you may see quite a few other fanARTifacts in this photoshoot because I will use any opportunity to show them off lol.

If you read to the end of this, you deserve a cocktail and a cookie. Thank you. 💛✨✨

[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!

[wittlesissyb4by]

Chapter 2

(Chapter 1 HERE)

“A little to the left…there you go…press that spot. There! I bet I'm leaking aren’t I?”

Marianne watched as little drips of precum dripped out of Jack’s penis. She wasn’t even touching it. She had two fingers shoved up his rectum, looking for the soft little walnut she had recently learned was his prostate. She knew she was doing it right when his breathing changed. He let out pitiful little high-pitched whimpers as she gently pressed, prodded and worked her fingers over it. 

“Does it really feel that good?” 

“Ohhhhohhh yeaa!” He moaned, eyes in the back of his head. He was splayed out on the floor on top of an open, oversized diaper, drenched in piss.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” she asked, dumbfounded. How, in 52 years did she never learn of prostate stimulation?

“I didn’t know how to tell you!” He groaned, still moaning on the floor as she worked her fingers in and out of him. “Don’t stop! Right there! Ohhhh yea! You feel so good! Right there! I’m gonna cum! Yea! Yeaa! Yess!! Ahh—wuh?!”

Marianne quickly withdrew her fingers, smirking as she pulled off the gloves and set them to the side.

“What are you doing??” Jack asked a little too vehemently. “I was just about to cum!”

“Exactly.” Marianne smiled triumphantly.

“But…wasn’t that the point…? For you to make me cum from anal only?”

“Yup.”

“So why didn’t you?”

Marianne grinned as she slipped a finger over the little lines of cum oozing down his balls. “Are you sure I didn’t?”

Jack blushed sheepishly, but continued his point. “Well…not all the way…”

“Would you have? If I kept going?” Marianne asked.

“Well…yea…probably.”

“Then I would say ‘Mission Accomplished.’”

She laughed at his frustration. After just two weeks of classes in the ABCD program, she was already feeling much more confident in the dominant role. Not to say she didn’t still have some kinks to work out…

Remembering the task at hand, she brought the pack of wipes closer to her, digging into the top and pulling out exactly 3. From the corner of her eye she could see his dick dancing to the sound of the crinkling package. She liked seeing him so turned on. It was, afterall, what all of these extra classes were for. That, and it gave her some time to interact with people that weren’t all her age. Spending time on a college campus once more had given her that youthful feeling of nostalgia she didn’t know she was missing.

Jack gave a sharp gasp when she brought the cold wipe to his thigh, tracing it upwards, skipping his penis, and going down the other side. Her eyes were on him the whole time, watching how his breathing and countenance changed with her every movement. Finally, she brought the wipe to his balls, giggling as they shriveled almost instantly beneath the graying hair. She wiped the clear, sticky liquid that had leaked from his balls.

“Am I doing okay?” She asked, needing that reassurance. Even though she was getting trained, she still felt so new at this. Like a bird still learning to fly.

“You’re doing great!” Jack smiled.

“No, really.” Marianne beckoned, “I need to know what I’m doing wrong so I can pass my practical exam next Thursday.”

Jack considered, trying to shove his regressed brain away so he could logically consider.

“I guess you could…dirty talk?”

Marianne suspected that was coming, it was a statutory point Professor Peterson had heavily emphasized.

“Ughh you’re right…” Marianne groaned, clapping a hand to her forehead. “I just feel so…awkward.”

“Don’t.” Jack shrugged, as if that would fix it. “There’s no way you can go wrong. You could say you’re going to butter my corn and I would still find it incredible. It’s more about your tone than anything.”

“What do you mean? What kind of tone?”

“I dunno…like…a ‘Mommy’ tone? But a patronizing one. Like, you don’t even see me as a man, just a loser that has to wear pampers.”

“But you’re not a loser…”

“Well,” Jack shrugged again, “I appreciate that, but remember it’s all about humiliation. You’re making me feel embarrassed for having to wear the diaper, for having to use the diaper.”

Marianne nodded, trying to take it all in. She looked down at her husband splayed out before her, vulnerable as could be, and yet she felt like the ridiculous one. She desperately searched for words to say. “Where do I even begin?”

“Just start by talking about my diaper.” Jack offered, “the state it’s in, how wet it is...that sort of thing.”

Marianne looked down at the sodden diaper laid out on the floor between his legs. It really was soaked, and apparently after just one wetting. How would it look if she made him use it more than 3-5 times like Professor Peterson suggested?

“Uh..umm..okay Jack…your diaper is very wet! Look at how wet your uh…your d-diaper is…” she felt absolutely ludicrous talking to her husband like this. Her voice was shaky, and she sounded way too nervous to be condescending. She peeked up at Jack, his dick still bobbing straight up in the air. “How was that?”

“Good.” Jack said appreciatively in the tone he used when he told her the meatloaf she’d burnt also tasted ‘good’. “Maybe make your voice a little bit higher, use lots of exaggerated gasps, and don’t be afraid to babytalk!”

She swirled that in her mind for a bit, contemplating how best to do it. Marianne was so used to everything being by the book, set, organized, neatly filed and tucked away for easy access. It was hard for her to do anything off the cuff. She’d enjoyed theater back in school, but that was only with specific scripts and lines. Improv was never really her thing. 

Still, she took a deep breath, found the right pitch, and gave it a go.

“Oh my!” she gasped, “Wook at what we have here! Did someone go pee pee in their diapurr??”

Jack’s jaw dropped. 

“What?” Marianne asked, concerned, “What’s wrong? Did I not do it right??”

“No…” Jack gaped, almost like he was horrified, “You did…amazing!!”

Marianne narrowed her eyes, skeptical. “Really?”  

“Really.” Jack said in a way that made her know he meant it. “That was…awesome. Perfect! Keep going…just like that.”

Marianne nodded, appreciating the reassurance, feeling a bit more confident in herself now. She tried to remember the way the other girls spoke to the diaper betas in class, channeling it to her husband. “You’re quite the pampurr pisser aren’t you?? You really soaked this thing!”

She used as many adjectives and degrading terms as she could muster, trying them all on for size. Then she remembered a tip Mrs. Peterson had suggested to help emphasize their feelings of submission, and implicate them in their actions.

“Tell me what you did you…loser!” Marianne intoned, “Tell me what you did in your diaper!”

“I went pee pee’s Mommy!!” Jack said in the most high-pitched of a voice she’d ever heard him use in their 8 years of marriage. His face turned crimson. He was ashamed of himself, and this was his fetish!

She almost felt bad, but she tried to stay in character, giving another exaggerated gasp. “Aww!! You sure did! Silly little…baybee!”

Jack wriggled on top of his diaper in a cutesy sort of way, making it crinkle. It was like his mind had reverted back 50+ years. He tugged the neck of his T-shirt up to his chin. “Make fun of my tiny dick” he muttered in his normal voice.

“But you don’t have a tiny dick.” Marianne said, dropping her own motherly tone, “you’re perfectly average.”

“I know,” he said, still covering his mouth with his shirt like it was a mask for his own persona. “Just…pretend. Remember, you’re humiliating me.”

Marianne nodded. She felt bad criticizing him for something she knew he was already very self-conscious about, but she had to tell herself that this is what he wanted. “D’awww! And wook at your wittle pee pee!” she cooed, gently poking the throbbing head that was pointed skyward, making it lean and sway to and fro, “who knew so much wee wee could come out of such a tiny pee pee!!”

“That’s why I need the diapers” Jack whispered helpfully.

“That must be why you need such a big diapurr huh??” Marianne mused, following his lead, “A nice big pampurr for your widdle baybee dick to–” she stopped, tone shifting, “is it ‘wittle’ or ‘widdle? With ‘T’s or ‘D’s?”

“Heavily debated topic within the community.” Jack said.

“Is it really?”

“No.” 

He laughed, “but I think it’s just a matter of preference. I don’t really hear a difference. I think it only matters if you’re typing it. When I write it, I use ‘t’s.”

“When you write it?” Marianne questioned.

Jack suddenly side-eyed, reaching for a change of subject. “Uh…aren’t you supposed to put my pacifier in?”

“Oh shit!” Marianne exclaimed, cursing herself for forgetting step one of a diaper change. She quickly picked up the pacifier case that her and Jack went to pick out and plopped it in his mouth, making him instantly regress again. It also made her think of the other thing she was supposed to do during changes–if the ‘Mommy’ designated it on the preference sheet–and since she was the Mommy in this scenario, she decided it was proper.

Reaching down, she grasped Jack’s purple penis, feeling it throb in her hands. She could practically take his blood pressure from here. “I’m supposed to edge you now…”

Apparently she didn’t have to explain what that was, Jack seemed to understand immediately, and he didn’t seem particularly thrilled about it either.

“How’s that feel?” she asked, running her hand up and down it, using her other hand to squirt a glob of lotion over the top for lubricant. Jack gave that noticeable exhale that let her know when he was in heaven. 

“That’s great Mommy!!”

His voice was regressing again, which made her kick back into Mommy mode. “Awww! Wittle Jack Jack likes it when Mommy gives him a whack whack??”

He nodded fretfully, biting his bottom lip. She increased her pace, increased the amount of lube on her hand, making it thwick thwick thwick as she stroked faster.

She watched his legs squirm, his toes clench, his hips heave. She’d seen enough of his orgasms to know when one was coming. She waited until he was right at the cusp before pulling her hand away, making him groan in frustration.

“Raise up.” She said, ignoring his whimpers. She lifted him by the penis at the same time so that his hips raised off the floor, allowing her to slide the wet diaper out from beneath.

She smirked at his bulging dick, flopping around helplessly as she rolled up the drenched diaper and taped it into a ball. Pulling out a fresh diaper, she started fluffing it the way she’d learned in school: popping it outward like a trash bag to unfurl it, folding it down the middle like a hot dog, pressing a crease to free up the padding, then grabbing the edges and shaking it back and forth until said padding was evenly distributed. There was no doubt that it turned the diaper from a flattened white undergarment to a full-fledged plump pamper.

Jack seemed impressed, hardly noticing her stroke his dick a few more times before having him raise his hips again. 

“Have you been a good boy today?” she asked, trying to keep the momentum going. 

Jack nodded, pacifier bobbing as he suckled. 

“Did you stop by the post office like I asked?”

He hesitated, but nodded again. 

“Did you??”

“Mhmm!!” He mumbled around his paci, “I droffpped off the packaggge and the card to yerr Mom!”

Marianne smiled, putting her hand around his dick again, but this time only using two fingers. “Hmm…you are a good boy!”

She stroked him up and down, things did feel more natural now that they were both in the mood. Jack was practically a puddle on the floor, wriggling and writhing under her touch, making pathetic little mewling noises. 

The cooing quickly turned to ‘crying’ when she pulled her hand away, bringing him back up to the edge and stopping again. Then again. Then one more time. 

“Pweez can I cumm, Mommy??” he begged helplessly. She could tell he wanted to literally take matters into his own hands and finish himself off, but he resisted, if only to keep it going longer.

“I don’t know…” Marianne grinned sadistically, enjoying her newfound power. She made an ‘O’ with her thumb and index finger like Claire did in class the other day, putting it just above the head of Jack’s dripping purple penis. “...can you??”

Jack desperately thrust his hips upward, making the diaper crinkle every time he went back down, and had to go even higher to catch Marianne’s rising hand. Eventually, she’d raised it up too high to where Jack was unable to reach it, no matter how desperately he flexed his abs and hips. She hadn’t seen him work his core that hard in a long time…

Finally, he collapsed back down, defeated, knowing that was his last chance.

“Awww! Don’t cry wittle baby!” Marianne cooed, unable to keep herself from smiling. “You get to go back in a diaper like you wanted!!”

Jack whimpered meekly into his pacifier, crossing his arms dramatically. He’d regressed to a full-blown brat. Marianne was genuinely worried that the dusting of powder over his penis would send him over the edge, but she managed to coat it without anything other than globs of precum leaking out.

“Are you going to do all of this with…someone else?” Jack asked, losing his whiney voice.

“What? Like, at school?”

He nodded.

Marianne shrugged, “I…I suppose. I mean…yea. I guess I kinda have to, right? We train on the betas, the ‘mannekins’ as we call them, even though they’re not made out of fake plastic…and I’m pretty sure I’ll have to ‘perform’ on them for practicals and exams.”

Jack looked a little displeased.

“Hey,” she said, lifting his chin with her finger so he was forced to look at her, “you wanted this. You encouraged me to take classes. So if you want me to get better at all of this, you have to be comfortable with me practicing on others.”

He seemed to find logic in that, nodding.

“Don’t be such a sourpuss!” she teased, tickling him a bit until he giggled, “you get to reap all the benefits!”

She tucked his winky down onto his belly as she pulled the diaper upward. Her mind going a little elsewhere as she taped up the sides. Marianne and her first husband were never able to conceive (probably for the best, as he was a dreadful drunk), and by the time she’d met Jack she was long past her prime child-rearing years. Still, she’d always wished she had someone to coddle and mother, perhaps this was her way of getting that. Maybe they were both benefiting from all of this.

Once the tabs were properly secured, Marianne tucked the hems of the diaper inward at the thighs and waistband like she’d learned. She pulled him up until he was standing, checking her work. 

“How’s it feel?” she asked, gripping the crotch and rubbing it back and forth. He was still hard inside. 

“Great!” He said, smiling behind his pacifier appreciatively.

“Excellent.” Marianne said as she gathered back up the changing supplies. “Oh,” she snapped, pointing a finger up at him and giving him a menacing, motherly look. “No touching.” she said sternly, obviously referring to his diaper, “No cumming. No rubbing it against anything! I’m going to check your diaper in a few hours. I better not find anything in there other than piss. No poop either. I’m not ready for that yet. But if you can go without cumming, I’ll let you cum in me tonight.”

He perked up at that. Jack and Marianne were getting older, so it didn’t happen quite as often as it used to.

“I’m serious.” She said, feeling more confident in her dominant persona. “If I find cum, I won’t punish you with a spanking, I just won’t diaper you. Understood?”

He nodded, sensing her sincerity.

“Good.”

He bent to pick his pants up. 

“You won’t be needing those.”

The pacifier practically fell from his mouth, she knew she just made his dick move inside his pampers.

“No pants. Just pampers.” she said, as he scurried off with a little pep in his step. 

Sometimes Jack had to take a little blue pill to help get him ready for sex at his age.  Marianne highly doubted they would be needing that tonight.

**************

“I don’t get why we should ever let them cum.” Brooke was saying, leaning over the bed that had been rolled into the classroom, pressing a Hitachi vibrator to the diapered crotch of the squirming beta. 

“We’re not letting him cum,” Savannah reminded her, pinching the whimpering ‘mannekin’ on the cheek, “just edging him.”

“I know, but I mean…in general.” Brooke sighed, lifting the vibrator every time the practice dummy showed signs of climaxing. The poor sophomore must have thought he’d be getting orgasm after orgasm when he signed up as a volunteer to be a learning tool. Did he even know he’d have to wear diapers indefinitely? Miranda distinctly remembered this one being checked by one of her ABCD classmates in the middle of an unrelated Civics lecture. “It’s just…if any man wants to run around in diapers all day, they shouldn’t get to cum. That’s for real men.”

Some of the girls that were circled around the bed nodded in agreement. Miranda couldn’t help but think of Jack. She always thought of him as a man’s man, he certainly didn’t look like one when he was dancing around in diapers, but she’d already spent enough time with him in a “normal” setting to be able to tease the two sides of him apart. She doubted most of these college girls had had much of a committed relationship. 

“I know what you mean,” Trinity said, bringing a bottle of formula to the mannequin’s lips, “Benny, the ‘man’ I betasit is constantly masturbating while I’m around. Wife doesn’t want him in a cage.”

“Is he a rubber or a humper?” Valencia asked. 

“Girl, all of the above!” Trinity scoffed, “I'm thinking about caging him myself just so I don’t have to listen to him moaning and crinkling all the time! You should see how much goo goo he makes!”

“Oh please, it can’t be that much…” Savannah giggled. 

“Okay you’re right,” Trinity shrugged, smiling, “but it’s sooo awkward to see him humping the arm of the couch from the corner of my eye while i’m scrolling through Tik Tok!”

“At least it goes in the diaper…” said Savannah, “I shit you not, one of them shot me right in the face during a diaper change. I didn’t even touch it! It just started spewing everywhere. Got me right in the eye! And his wife had the nerve to tell me he has ED issues, well not in front of me he didn’t!”

The girls collectively laughed. “Okay you win,” Trinity said, “I’ll try not to complain. Still would like him in a cage though…” she smacked the mannekin’s cheeks, reminding him there was a bottle in his mouth, “drink!” she barked.

The beta was too busy holding his mouth open in ecstasy to remember to suck on the little rubber teet. He wrapped his lips around it at Trinity’s behest, but that didn’t stop him from whimpering as he suckled. Brooke pulled the vibrator off for a bit just to hear him groan, and didn’t put it back on until he was guzzling the milk to her standards. 

“What’s a cage?” Miranda asked, speaking up for the first time.

All the girls turned to her at once, looking at her as if she just asked something as obvious as who Taylor Swift was. They quickly fixed their faces, however, not wanting to be mean. 

“Something to go around their dick,” Claire explained without judgment, she’d seemed to take Miranda under wing. Ironic, considering Miranda had watched her friend give birth to Claire over 20 years ago. “Keeps them from masturbating. Even comes with a little key to unlock it!”

Miranda nodded, imagining the possibilities if she were to use it on Jack. She didn’t mind him masturbating, but she always wished he’d ask if she wanted to join instead of just taking care of his business himself. Having that type of control did sound endearing. 

“I’ve got 3 keys!” Valencia said, flashing the necklace between her perfectly plump breasts. “One for my boyfriend and one for the beta I sit for.”

“Who’s the third?”

Val shrugged, “Some fuckboi I met on campus. Haven’t seen him in a while, but he sends me DM’s on the daily asking for the key. He even sends me pictures of his swollen balls!!”

The girls thought that was hilarious. Even Miranda was unable to keep herself from smiling. Where she thought she was progressing with Jack and their relationship, she obviously still had much to learn. 

“That’s what I’m saying though…” Brooke continued, fixing the vibrator to a lower position and pressing further into the pissy pamper, “The world would be a lot better if all men were in chastity. They only think with their dicks anyway, and they’re willing to do damn-near anything if it means they’ll have the slightest chance of—“

“Brooke!” Savannah exclaimed, indicating the squirming mannekin on the bed. His eyes were rolling in the back of head and he had started to convulse. 

Brooke’s eyes went wide and she immediately yanked the vibrator away. “Shit!” She shrieked, clapping a hand to her mouth. Their assignment was to edge the mannekins, not let them cum. They would lose marks if a load was spilled, even a ruined one. 

Brooke tentatively tucked a finger into the waistband of the boy’s diaper, peering inside with bated breath. The rest of the girls were on edge, worried for their own grade. Her eyes darted left and right, finger poking and prodding. “No cum”, she said, breathing a hefty sigh of relief, the rest of the girls following suit. 

“Close one!”

“Very.”

“Can’t believe he held it! Good job little guy!”

Val took a peek in for herself. “Ooh those balls sure are blue though!!”

“Someone take this before I cost us our grade!” Brooke said, handing the vibrator off. Claire stepped up and took it eagerly. 

The girls continued to chat and edge the poor beta constantly for the next half hour until Professor Peterson finally came over with a clipboard. 

“How’s it going over here, girls?” She asked over the sounds of giggles, buzzing, and whimpers. 

“Good!”

Peterson decided to test that claim by using her pencil to lift the waistband herself. 

“Hmmm…prominent leakage of pre-ejaculate with substantial swelling of the testes. Great job, ladies!”

They all grinned and nodded at each other proudly. 

“I’ll remind you that your exams are next week. I expect you to know your stuff. You will also have a practical in which you will need to demonstrate proper prostate and edging techniques. I should warn you: don’t take it lightly. The mannekins next week will be extremely deprived and therefore very easily stimulated and prone to orgasm. I expect you to all bring your A-games. It will be a collective effort. Good luck!”

She snapped her fingers, and the beds around the classroom were wheeled out, the betas squealing and squirming the whole time in disappointed frustration. 

Savannah turned to the rest of her group. “We have to get together and study!”

“For real,” Trinity nodded “I can’t afford to even get a C in this class or I'll lose my financial aid!” 

“Should we meet in the library?”

“Which one?”

“By the quad.”

“That’s fine, but i’m not that worried about the written exam to be honest,” Savannah made an unapologetic gesture, “I’m just still not comfortable with the prostate and practical side.”

“Well I’m sure we can find someone to practice on.”

“Who? Not everyone’s a loser that would volunteer to get their ass fingered.”

“That’s only because they refuse to admit how good it feels.”

“Sure, but still…”

“Val? Do you think maybe your boyfriend would be okay with it? I mean, you do it to him all the time don’t you?”

“Oh he definitely would be fine with it,” Valencia laughed, “I just don’t know if I’m fine with it.”

Claire put a considerate hand to her shoulder, “That’s valid, we understand that.”

“But where are we going to find—“

“We could use my husband.” Miranda blurted out. Her face turned crimson when all the girls turned to her in shock. “I-I mean…if he’s okay with it. I’ll have to check with him first…”

******

“So let me get this straight…” Jack said incredulously, “you’re asking me if you can have a bunch of college girls come over to the house, put me in a diaper, and practice playing with me and my…parts?” 

Miranda felt stupid even asking. Jack was looking at her like she was practically the dumbest person on the planet. 

Then he burst into raucous laughter. “Uh…yea.” He chuckled, “yea, i’m pretty sure i’m very much okay with that!!”

To be Continued...

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[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.

---

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.

[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 ♡

[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.

[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?

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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 🪄

[unreconstructedfangirl]

Get to know you - tag game

@honeyvanity tagged me in this - thank you <3!

Last song you listened to: K.D Lang singing Joni Mitchell's A Case of You. I have an eternal crush on K.D. Lang that will never end. I would, humbly and with respect, like to drink a case of her.

Favourite colour: I have two -- the bright sunshot green of new leaves in spring, and the deep teal of the submerged parts of icebergs.

Currently watching: Succession. But, I think I kind of hate it. At least, I hate everyone in it. I was hoping to develop some sympathy for someone (anyone!) in the story, but I really, really have not. They are all just straight up assholes and I am amazed by how much they resist any form of sympathy. Like, sometimes you think...oh, ok, maybe I'm starting to feel it, and then they open their bitch mouths to say another thing and I'm like...oh. Nope.

Also, I am still stuck in an endless Supernatural rewatch loop, no sign of imminent escape. I love Supernatural. It is weirdly comforting.

And also, Interview with the Vampire, which is bananas and awesome. A+ for everyone involved.

Favourite flavour: Right this minute? Summer peaches, which have been a religious experience this year, iced coffee with milk and no sugar, and also, anything that is pickled. I have never met the pickled thing I did not like. It might be out there, but so far I love all the pickled things, especially walnuts and ginger.

Current obsession: I have two: Poetry (right now by Diane Seuss and Mary Ruefle), and Supernatural, which has deep fucking hooks.

Last thing I googled: "CNB exchange rate" and "Cambridge DELTA bookings". Yes. Exciting, I know. Work, innit.

Favourite season: Spring and autumn are tied. I love them both equally for the thrill of their changing.

Skill I’d like to learn: Fluency in Czech, more methods of bookbinding, and more reliably writing poetry that I feel a bit proud of having produced.

Best Advice: Follow your loves, and be open to wonder. Let your loves guide you, and don't be ashamed of them. Let wonder in. There is not enough time in life to do anything else.

I am tagging @pleaseraisemefromperdition, @luckshiptoshore, @keziahrainalso, @aprillikesthings, @greywrenn, and @mythopoetry , and anyone else who wants to be tagged. And of course it goes without saying that if you would have preferred NOT to have been tagged, please ignore this with my blessings!

[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!