#your honour they’re siblings

[m3th-m3th-m3th]

Still can’t get the hand of drawing pyro yet. Masks are so cool but I am too painfully dumb to understand it.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Reki: Aw man I can’t believe we bought these sweets, these suck.

Langa: I thought you bought them-

Reki: It’s terrible! But my mum will kill me if I leave them to go to waste.

He throws them at Miya who catches them in surprise.

Miya: Eh?! I don’t want this shit take it back!

Reki: No can do~! Finders keepers! That sh-stuff is yours now~!

Miya scoffs but notices they’re his favourites. He hasn’t had them in a long time…

“I’ll get you back for this you slime!”

He yells instead of thank you. Reki huffs that he’s not a slime, instead of you’re welcome.

[peachiiscribs]

“klee hasn’t realised it yet, but her innocent, childlike nature is very powerful. it can inspire and even help heal others.”

did i ever explain the sheer amount of love i have for these two

[clonedchaos]

Machine Memories- Day 4: Umbrella

Summary:

Bendy and the Ink Demon don’t quite know how to deal with Earth's rain.

Rating: G/PG

A droplet splashed onto the Ink Demon’s forehead and rolled down the side of his cheek. He hissed and shook it off in agitation.

Another droplet landed. Then another. Soon he was pelted relentlessly by rapid spatters.

The demon recoiled, accidentally bumping into the imp trailing behind him. Bendy staggered and flailed his arms to avoid falling onto his back.

”What? What is it?” He asked, more concerned and inquisitive than annoyed that his older brother had nearly bowled him over. 

“Ink is falling from the sky,” He muttered shortly, looking up at the dark gray clouds. He knew what those were; Audrey had pointed it out to them a few days ago. What he didn’t know was this realm rained ink. Odd...

A droplet hit his nose, causing him to involuntarily sneeze. He hadn’t seen it coming; was it possible that ink could be transparent?

”It’s not ink, it’s water,” Audrey piped up from his other side. The artist wore a comfortable floral sundress coupled with a large hat. The Ink Demon thought it looked stupid given its size, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. The sun sat obscured behind the clouds now, what was the use in wearing it? 

Another droplet hit him on the head. He snarled and shook it off.

Bendy giggled at him. “You look like a dog!” He stopped as a few droplets pelted his forehead. “…”

”That’s what you get,” Ink gruffly responded, raising a hand to try and shield himself. The droplets were beginning to rain harder when Audrey reached into the picnic basket nestled in the crook of her arm. She retrieved a dark blue rod with fabric attached at its end. She undid the strap keeping it confined, and suddenly, the object unfurled above her head to create a miniature shelter. Ink leaned forward and sniffed it out of curiosity.

”Is that an umbrella? I think my cartoon counterpart had one on a poster once,” Bendy inquired with shining eyes as he reached out to touch it. The toon had a habit of touching anything he didn't understand, for better or for worse-- two days ago he tried bringing home a wild raccoon.

”Sure is. Huddle close, it’ll save us from the worst of the downpour,” She advised. Ink didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly ducked under the umbrella, most of his body being spared from the rain. He had to be cautious as to not pierce the fabric with his horns. Bendy hopped up into Audrey's arm to make more space, and she used her free hand to hold him at her hip. 

Audrey seemed to struggle on her tiptoes in holding both Bendy's weight and making Ink's posture more comfortable. He reached over and wrapped his clawed fingers around the length of the umbrella. She glanced over at him questioningly for a moment but appeared to get the hint and let go.

Ink raised the umbrella higher above their heads. Audrey and Bendy scooted closer. He uttered a soft grumble to express his displeasure at the close proximity. He liked his space, almost as much as he liked to nap beneath the sunlight streaming through the open curtains in the kitchen. 

Audrey had always made certain to provide him extra pillows, while Bendy would occasionally pop in to bring him snacks. He had always played ignorant in noticing, but deep down he appreciated the small sentiments— even if he sometimes berated himself for thinking such things.

The rain had picked up, droplets bouncing off and rolling down the slanted canopy above them. It was a soft sound, but one he could hear quite clearly. Bendy laughed and reached out a gloved hand to catch a few and shake them off. Audrey watched him with a gentle smile, wrapping her other arm around his back.

…Perhaps he could tolerate it.

“Shall we get going?” He asked after several moments of silence; minus the rain drops.

”Of course. There’s a gazebo up the path. It’ll provide better shelter until it dies down some. It’s only a small pocket of rain clouds,” Audrey nodded, turning her attention on him. 

Her smile never faltered.

“Can I play in the rain?” Bendy chirped, looking up at Audrey. “It looks fun!”

Audrey seemed torn and momentarily at a loss for words. “Well, I suppose…”

Lightning lit up the sky, followed by a loud clap of thunder. Ink visibly shrunk back at the noise while Bendy squeaked and curled deeper into Audrey’s embrace. “Ne-Nevermind…”

”It’s alright,” Audrey soothed, rubbing circles on his back in an attempt to placate him. Then, she reached over and set a hand on Ink’s shoulder. “Let’s get going.”

The touch was gentle and soft. Sometimes it annoyed him, it was a foreign feeling after all. Her thoughts and feelings were hard for him to deconstruct, and he didn’t even know if he wanted to in the first place.

Ink led the way, per Audrey’s advisement on directions. The wind had begun to blow at an angle, a soft spray of water speckling each of them. 

The gazebo lay up ahead, a small round oak structure with a copper roof and intricate woodwork fencing. He shielded them until they were safely inside. By now, the rain had stopped blowing diagonally.

”This should be good to hole up in for a while,” Audrey said, setting Bendy on the ground. She glanced down at the soaked hem of her dress and muddy flats in disdain.

”Is it safe from the light?” Bendy asked, sticking close.

”Copper is an excellent conductor for electricity. We’ll be fine,” Audrey consoled and set the picnic basket on the floorboards.

Ink hovered nearby with the umbrella, uncertain as to what to do next. Audrey looked at him and held out a hand. “Here. It’s bad luck to open an umbrella indoors.”

”We’re not indoors,” Ink replied shortly but handed the umbrella over.

Audrey chuckled and glossed over his tone, much like she usually did. “It’s just a superstition. People say it can invite ghosts into their home.”

”That’s stupid,” Ink said at the same time Bendy chirped, “Sounds spooky.” The two demons looked at one another.

Audrey closed the umbrella and laid it against the entrance. "While we wait things out, who's up for a card game to pass the time?" She reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a deck of cards.

"Again? Didn't Ink almost tear the cards in two last time?" Bendy laughed and flopped down onto the ground next to her.

Audrey began to deal out some cards before she glanced up expectantly. "Would you like to join in, Ink?"

He gouged small marks into the boards below as he contemplated his options. The rain drops pattered rhythmically off the roof, such a pleasant sound if it weren't for the memory of it speckling his skin. Leaves gently crackled underneath the grumble of croaking thunder. If he really had to be stuck somewhere, at least it was with these two.

"Perhaps I can spare one game..." 

[bambinafangirls]

tara and luke call each other girl (gn)!

[daydreaming-in-the-spiderverse]

The 3 Idiots - Nikita, Maitreyi, Pavitr

IT’S THEMMM :D

My spidersona Nikita, @hobiebrownismygod ‘s sona Maitreyi, and Pavitr!! <3

(btw I used green for Maitreyi bc I’ve seen u put her name in green in ur masterlists so I hope you don’t mind!! ^^)

For anyone who doesn’t know, the name 3 Idiots comes from a Bollywood film of the same name with another rly funny trio

[imagine-darksiders]

War + Strife when the Charred Council made them team up to go wreck Samael’s shit:

[jamie-is-out-of-ideas]

I’m going fucking crazy

[chilapis]

Speaking of family…. Chilapis family? 5 children. Maybe more.

[flowercrowngods]

i am so normal about them

Her eyes are watery when she looks at him, and maybe so are Steve’s. They make an odd pair. Eleven in his clothes that only stay in place out of sheer luck and iron will, her face dirty, her hands scraped up.

Steve takes her hands gently and turns them with their palms up. “What happened?” He tries not to sound anxious, there’s a good chance she just slipped on the muddy ground and had to catch her fall, running around and falling like kids do. But she’s no normal kid, and the government was sort of on his ass about it today, ready to take him out to get to her, so…

“I fell,” she says. “Tried to climb a tree.”

Steve nods. “Did anyone follow you today? Like what happened at the diner?”

Eleven frowns at him, confused and wary once again, and Steve doesn’t understand why. He’s just about to explain what he means when she answers, “No.”

“Good,” he says and breathes a sigh of relief. “Then let’s get your wounds cleaned up, yeah? So you won’t hurt anymore.”

Eleven nods and follows him into the bathroom upstairs, the one Steve slept in the other night. He cleans up her wounds, applies some salve and finishes with two giant bandaids that almost cover her palms. Maybe he should have cut them in half, but it’s too late now anyway.

“See?” he says with a gentle smile, coaxing her gaze from her hands up to his eyes. “You’ll be good as new soon.”

She doesn’t return the smile and the air of wariness is still there. It’s starting to make him worry, so he sits down on the tiled floor in front of her and asks, “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head and looks down at her hands again.

“You can tell me,” Steve says. “I promise I won’t be mad.”

She perks up then and inclines her head. “Promise?”

“Yeah it’s… it’s something you can’t break. When you promise something, you have to do it. It has to be true. You can’t lie about promises.”

El takes it all in and swallows before sitting down as well, facing him. “The diner. How do you know?”

Oh. Oh, right. Right, he isn’t supposed to know. He fucking slipped up.

His heart is racing once more and he doesn’t know how to explain it, how to tell her. Doesn’t even know if he can tell her. If he should.

“Remember how I told you I’m not the bad guy? I promise I’m not. It’s just… I know a few things. What’s going to happen and what has already happened.”

Immediately she reaches for his left arm, inspecting his wrist, and Steve is confused for all of two seconds before it dawns on him.

“Not like that,” he breathes, letting her drop his arm gently back into his lap. “I’m just Steve. I’m trying to save my friends because the bad guy, he won. And for some reason, I get to try again so he won’t win this time. I know about Doctor Brenner and what you can do, but I promise I’m not going to hurt you or… or tell anyone about you. I can’t— I can’t really explain the whole story. Honestly, I don’t even understand what happened myself. All I know is that I have to save them. I have to try.”

El looks at him, taking it all in. But she spent her morphed version of a childhood around children who were experiments for the government. All her life was filled with the inexplicable — except for her, that’s normal. So she doesn’t demand more explanations from Steve, doesn’t even bat an eye at his story that neither of them truly understands.

“Okay,” she breathes instead and takes his hand in hers. “Thanks.”

Steve just nods and tries to fight the wave of dread that’s flooding him. Now that he’s said it out loud, it’s somehow become more real. Now Eleven knows. Now he can’t avoid that version of the truth anymore.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he breaks the silence. “I just didn’t know how. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“Not scared,” El says. “Promise.”

[kirby-souljourney-au]

Quick WIPs of Kirby and Athena

Grown ass war-torn man and his funky e-girl teenage sister (he would die for her)

[simple-seranade]

hi hello I would like to present to you this silly little idea: seablings but Life series edition

Lizzie can't remember Jimmy, nor does she really remember Last Life, but she has this strong sense of needing to protect him. She doesn't realize that's her brother, that's the person she's been forced to abandon so many times because she can't remember why can't she remember anything what is wrong with her

Jimmy remembers her though. Jimmy remembers being loved unconditionally and having that torn away from him because tragedy must follow those who bare the canary's wings. Jimmy recognizes her and has to tell himself that this isn't Empires but void, does he wish he could run to his sister when he's too tired to care anymore

But it doesn't matter. Lizzie doesn't remember him. Jimmy is tired of listening.

So why is she trying so hard to team up with him now?

How did she manage to save him from the curse only for Them to strike him down moments later?

:]

I will cry. I will become a Puddle Of Tears On The Floor

i don’t know if you meant this as limited life or what but i am placing this in Unnamed Life Series Game for a moment

I’ve Got You, Brother

Lizzie knows something is wrong. Somewhere deep in her blood, she knows.

It has something to do with that blonde boy, she’s sure of it.

TW: blood, death, all that fun Life Series stuff

not proofread because i’m writing this at like eleven but it’s f i n e

—————

The grass is green.

The grass is crumbled and black and dying, turning to ash under the force of the explosion.

The sky is blue, and then it isn’t, turning a dark inky black, then right back to blue again.

The sky is red and grey, filled with smoke as she coughs and cries out through the crumbling streets of the Grimlands for her brother, where is her brother, where is he?

The water of the river is blueish-green.

The water is disappearing and she knows she should care, but she doesn’t. It’s enough to scare her, but not enough to get her to say a thing as water gives way to dirt and stone and dry land and she wonders why she’s here, where this palace came from, why should she stay?

Lizzie knows these basic facts. She has eyes, thank you very much. They have reasoning and proof behind them, and they’re consistent in this bloody game of backstabbing and death. Some of the reliable truths she can ground herself in when she’s so confused, when Joel is shouting at the others and Pearl is telling her they have to run and Jimmy, Jimmy is quiet and she knows it’s wrong, that Jimmy is wrong, but-

Her mind hits the same block it’s hit for the entirety of the game. Something is off, just off enough that she knows it, but she doesn’t know why she knows it. Why she sees Jimmy’s smile twitch slightly and know the comments have gone to far. Why she feels such a genuine surge of remorse each time his death message pops up in chat.

Why she steps blindly between Joel’s axe and Jimmy’s chest, chuckling nervously that they should go find another topic.

The games usually have a memory block, sure, but- this is different. It’s not hazy recollections of an experience so distant it might be a dream. It’s something ingrained deep in her bones, crying out in words her mind has long forgotten.

She has the fleeting thought to go find Joel, but he’s snoring a few feet away. She doesn’t need to go find him, he’s right there. He’s right there.

He’s right there, standing at the altar with the most nervous look she’s ever seen on his face as the other emperors mingle.

He’s right there, holding her hand as the last of her memory fades before leaving her on the beach.

She doesn’t know why they’re fuzzy. Why Joel and Pearl and Scott and Jimmy all ignite that same ache deep inside her, like a part of her has been torn away and hastily stitched back together with thread that clashes horrible with the shades of her heart. She hates it, because she’s apathetic towards it. Her brain actively tries to ignore these signals, these alarm bells sounding in her soul, and she just wants to listen to them and find out what’s wrong, she’s so tired and scared and confused someone please just tell her where her brother is-

She needs to get out of this damned base, the air must be getting to her. Yeah. It’s the air.

It’s only a moment before the spruce door is shutting softly behind her, Joel and Pearl none the wiser. Wind blows her pink hair past her eyes, and she grumbles as she twists it back into a braid.

With her hair finally tamed, she sighs, tilting her head back as she listens to the night. Thankfully they’ve spawnproofed the area, so there are no nearby creeper hisses or rattling of bones. Just the quiet whistling of the wind, the occasional hum of an enderman, the soft sound of hiccuping sobs, the leaves rustling in the trees-

Wait.

It’s much more noticeable now that she’s noticed it, which she’s fully aware is redundant, but that’s the only way she can describe it. Like her brain was hoping she just… wouldn’t notice it if she didn’t think about it too hard.

Focus. Focus.

Focus because the crying sounds familiar. Focus because it has your feet moving and your heart pumping with no input from you at all. Focus because you already have a name on your lips as you round the corner, one that you have no business in guessing.

Focus because Jimmy is sitting by the riverbank, crying.

She doesn’t realize she’s beside him until he jolts under the touch of her fingers carding through his golden hair. He freezes, wings twitching and shoulders shuddering from the effort of suppressed sobs. “Sorry- I didn’t mean- I didn’t think you-“

“Do you need a hug?”

Silence.

Then he melts into the touch, turning and leaning his face into her shoulder as she plays with his hair, whispering quiet words in his ears. They’re drowned out by his own, ones she doesn’t understand.

“I jus’- I jus’ want you back. I jus’ want to be a brother again.” He murmurs, and she doesn’t think she’s supposed to hear this. “Please, please, whoever is listening, I just want to be a brother again. I- I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good, I’ll die first, I’ll do whatever you need, but please- please-“

“No.”

She doesn’t know why she says the word, where it comes from, but the words ‘I’ll die’ coming out of Jimmy’s mouth sends such a cold bolt of fear through her that she doesn’t care.

“Don’t- It’ll be ok, Jimmy. I promise.”

He laughs, wooden and hopeless against her shoulder. “Don’t make promises that can’t be kept. It’s fine, Lizzie. You don’t need to worry about me. You don’t worry about me, period. Not here.”

“Jimmy, I-“

“Can we just keep hugging? Please? I need to pretend everything is normal. Jus’ for a bit longer.”

“… yeah. Yeah, sure.”

She doesn’t know when she fell asleep. All she knows is one moment, Jimmy is in her arms, and the next, she’s shaken awake by Joel with no sign of the blond but the golden canary feather tucked behind her ear.

—————

The world is chaos.

That hasn’t changed.

There’s blood starting to stain the ground.

Just like back then.

Everyone is screaming, she’s at low hearts with broken armor and an arrow in her shoulder, Pearl has Cleo engaged in a swordfight that Lizzie suspects she isn’t fully trying to win- it’s still going on after all- and Joel is arming his axe with that look in his red eyes.

She loves Joel.

She loves Joel.

She doesn’t want anyone to die.

Please don’t let anyone have died.

Joel lunges forward, diving into the frenzy. The Reds have turned on each other faster than usual- there are still yellows. There are still yellows, and yet.

And yet.

No one has permadied, but there’s no doubt that won’t last for long, not when Joel is cackling, swinging his axe with wild abandon, completely blinded by bloodlust and not even noticing who he charges for as he swings at-

At-

At golden canary wings. At blonde hair and brown eyes as a heart of gold. At a man who already looks resigned to his fate.

He’ll hate himself for this, if he does it. She knows that much about Joel for sure.

“I’m gonna protect him, if it comes down to it. He- he gets so sad, Lizzie. I don’t like seeing him like that.”

She’ll hate herself for it, if she doesn’t stop it.

“I’m sorry I left. I won’t do it again, I swear it.”

The sound of the axe slicing through fabric and flesh fills the air. Joel laughs, throwing his head back before his comm buzzes. He looks down, expecting the message that means he’s winning.

His heart shatters.

LDShadowlady was slain by SmallishBeans

Lizzie is dead. He killed her. She’s gone.

It’s not long before he charges off again, considerably more unsteady on his feet and tears streaming down his face. Lizzie watches him run through the carnage.

It hurts more than you would expect, being a ghost. The sharp sting of an axe wound across her chest isn’t fading, and she can barely make heads or tails of what’s happening in the realm of the living. It’s thick, hazy, dripping down her vision like a cold sludge. She sees just enough to watch the arrow fly. To watch it find its mark, right in the back.

Then he’s in front of her, clutching his chest and heaving.

Jimmy.

Her brother.

Her eyes widen as she thinks it, no longer messy static covering the words.

Her brother.

Her brother.

Her brother.

She’s pulling him into a hug before he’s even aware she’s there, squeezing tight and trying not to cry.

“I’m not- I didn’t die first. I didn’t- Lizzie? Lizzie, you-“

“Jimmy,” is all she can say as tears fall from her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I- I forgot- I-“

“No, don’t apologize, never apologize. You- you saved me, Lizzie.” The words are spoken with no small amount of awe and wonder, and soon she feels tears hitting her shoulder.

She has a brother again. She’s a sister again.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

—————

that got mildly out of hand, but I hope you enjoyed lol

[erosastro]

Astro observations 💜✨

💜 Scorpio placements are the types to dish but can’t take. So they’ll be telling you some ish and expect you to take it lightly and laugh but if you do it back to them, they be mad and defensive af😭 and I’ve seen this with so many Scorpio placements it’s insane.

💜Speaking of Scorpio placements, they can be shit talkers too, especially if they have Gemini and Sagittarius placements. Gemini and Sagittarius kind of have that reputation, esp geminis but y’all have no idea how conniving scorpios can be, especially if they feel like they’ve been done wrong/things don’t work out the way they wanted it to.

💜Promise this isn’t a Scorpio roast lol I’ve just been noticing some patterns especially with the whole drake and Kendrick thing 💀

💜the sign you have in your seventh house is who you’ll be naturally drawn to, to some extent your fifth house too (you’d be attracted to them). For example, if you have Pisces seventh house, you’d be attracted to Pisces placements. If you have Capricorn fifth house, you’d be attracted to Capricorn placements. It could also work for the planets in that house. So if you have Sun in seventh in Pisces you could also like Leo placements.

💜Your best friend(s) could either have one or more of your big three in their big three too. For example if you have an Aquarius moon, your best friend could have an Aquarius Sun or Rising. It could even be the exact same placement, so if you have a Virgo moon, your best friend could also have a Virgo moon.

💜Aquarius, Aries and Pisces placements are most likely to experiment with their hair and try wild styles/colours.

💜Saturn in 8th house could mean a delay in intimacy, especially sexual intimacy. It could also indicate a fear of death/losing someone close to them.

💜Chiron in third house can show a difficulty in early learning phases and issues with siblings.

💜Lilith and Pluto in first house come across as very intimidating (they are).

💜Aries and Sagittarius mercuries are some of the most blunt people I’ve ever met.

💜Let me love some Scorpios a bit because I feel like I’ve done y’all dirty I’m sorry 😭🫶🏽 Scorpios are very protective over their friends. If you mess with someone close to them, you mess with them too.

💜Libra, Aquarius and Leo placements like to take random pictures of everything. Their camera roll is probably filled with sunset pics then a random pic of a fire hydrant.

💜I’m still learning about solar return charts but it’s definitely true what they say about a ninth house stellium. You could plan a trip and travel during that year and also consider furthering your education, especially tertiary education. I’ve already planned a trip and am going to do my honours lol.

💜Gemini and Virgo placements love reading. They’re fr proper bookworms. Ruled by mercury, it’s not surprising that they do.

💜Honestly, Sagittarius placements are some of the most optimistic and happiest people I’ve met. (Yes even mercuries). They’re always looking at the brighter side of things and are more of a “glass half full” type of person. I don’t think I’ve ever met a pessimistic Sagittarius placement person.

💜Ruler of the fourth house in the ninth in your solar return could indicate moving away/out of your house and possibly abroad.

💜I’m sorry but Leo placements cannot take a hint 😭 especially if they’re rejected in some way, they’ll still try their luck and flirt with someone even after they’ve rejected them.

💜Venus in 11th have a lot of their friends that develop a crush on them. They’re alluring and unique and it draws a lot of their friends in.

💜Aquarius, Pisces and Cancer placements LOVE the beach. They feel the best when they’re in the ocean.

💜Right then after a lot of debate, the signs that can really hold a grudge are Cancer placements, Scorpio placements and Libras(yes Libras!! Especially Mars, they’ll be hella passive aggressive).

💜Don’t piss off Aquarius placements. They may be sweet but if you ever piss one off, they’ll act like you don’t exist. Especially Aquarius Moon and Mars.

thank you for reading!

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Follow me on my delusional rant for a second: we all know that stiles was kinda but not really obsessed with the hale fire yes?? What if he just a tiny bit more obsessed with it and less with Lydia. The sheriff turns a blind eye to this because this was the most lively his son had been since his mother died. The sheriff also can’t figure why this case doesn’t feel right to him, but if anyone can figure it out it’s his son.

He goes on a deep dive about the hales. There comes a point where he can’t access anymore information legally; so he goes to Danny to teach him how to hack. This gets Lydia attention but not enough to get her to help, yet.

So stiles learns and he hacks into the school database, the police, and generally every establishment that the hales have frequented. He finds a pattern of suspiciously missed full moons, high grocery bills the next morning. He finds Paige and Kate. He finds a paper trail to the fire.

He shows it to his dad. With this evidence the sheriff looks into the case. This is what causes Lydia to talk to stiles. She pulls up to his house the very next morning the sheriff reopens the case. She liked Cora and would do anything to get the person who killed her. This cause a deeper dive of obsession. Together they look into the supernatural side of beacon hills. They find Lydia’s grandmother, and Lydia is able to understand what she is before it becomes a problem.

I’m a Stiles and Lydia sibling truther. They become that duo. Just over all becoming the pretty twins of beacon hills.

Lydia gets familiar ties to the stilinskis. Something that she doesn’t get at home. The sheriff loves her, absolutely dotes on her. He’s always wanted a daughter. Stiles becomes far more confident and comfortable in his skin. They have spa days and sleepovers. Stiles lets Lydia practice makeup on him. Lydia has her own room at the Stilinski’s, it becomes a safe haven for her.

They both watch over the sheriffs diet like hawks; fast food places are terrified when the sheriff comes in to order food. “No sheriff, I actually can’t give you a double burger because I’m still traumatized from your kids”. Lydia creates a binder of healthy meals, while stiles cooks them. (Lydia cannot cook)

Stiles comforts her when Jackson is being a dick. Stiles becomes frienimes with Jackson. When Jackson swings by the house the sheriff quietly brings out his gun and cleans it in front of him. Lydia pretends to be embarrassed but she’s absolutely glowing. Jackson also become close with the sheriff, especially after him and Lydia break up. (They were gay and lesbian solidarity)

With the amount of digging Stiles and Lydia did they would have figured out Peter was being poisoned. I also believe that they would have found Cora was still alive. This brings Laura and Derek back to beacon hills, starting the rise of the hale pack.

Like imagine season one Derek meeting confident stiles with lipstick. Your honour it’s over for him.

Derek still becomes an alpha after the alpha pack comes and he kills one of them. (I’m also a Alpha Derek hale truther)

Stiles and Lydia are both “little reds”

Derek and Cora being super fucking cocky that they’re mated to the pretty twins of beacon hills

The sheriff also cleans his gun in front of Derek and Cora. He’ll be damned doesn’t get to pull the protective father for his kids.

Anyway thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi!!, I wanted to request Damian Wayne reacting to finding out that the reader has an entire notebook dedicated just to his drawings, and also reacting to the reader being extremely embarrassed and shy when Damian discovers his secret.

Damian didn’t know what to expect when he had opened your notebook there you’ve been so secretive about, but seeing page after page filled with draft drawings he’s made and discarded when they didn’t exactly go to plan.

It didn’t matter if if was be sketches of his pets, siblings, his father, Alfred or even some of your doing your own thing, they were all there regardless of any deeper reasoning.

It was got obvious that the deeper Damian went he was greeted with older and older drawings back when he was just starting to get good at drawing and what style he was or wasn’t comfortable with. It was almost as though the notebook was a testament to his development as a growing artist.

So as he sat on your bed, making his way through the notebook and found more and more drawings he thought he discarded ages ago. He was flattered to say the least but didn’t understand why you’d dedicate an entire notebook to him and his artwork. Damian was certain that you had your own reasons for doing so, but until then he would indulge the feelings of nostalgia build within him as he recognised his growth in each piece he’s ever made.

It wasn’t long before you came back into the room from a quick trip to the kitchen for a drink, your breath had caught in your throat upon seeing Damian with your notebook in hand, looking as though he was at an interesting plot point in a book.

‘Damian?’ You asked. ‘Why do you have my notebook? Where did you find it? Give it back.’

Damian shuts the book and sets it aside as he then looks you in the eye. ‘I should be asking you why you’re the one with an entire notebook dedicated to my drawings?hmmm?’ He threw back at you with a calmness that had you a little unnerved.

‘Drawings? Yours? Are you sure they’re not mi-‘

‘They’ve all got my signature at the bottom of the left hand corner.’ Damian interrupted you as you worry about his reaction. Did he think you were weird, a creep, a freak? You didn’t know as Damian had a great grasp at keeping his true feelings hidden.

You sighed, burrowing your burning face into your hands in embarrassment, not wanting to look him in the eyes as you admit your secret. ‘Fine. They are your drawings in that notebook but I only kept them because I really, really like your drawings and didn’t want them going to waste.’ You told him as you awaited for the worst, only to hear a bit a shuffling coming from him before a hand was placed on your shoulder.

‘I assumed that was the case.’ Damian said softly as he gently peeled your hands away from your face and held them. You blinked at him, not expect in this kind of reaction from Damian. ‘Your not creeped out? Embarrassed? Nothing?’ You asked meekly, still feeling a little embarrassed about the whole thing.

Damian sighs as a small smile tugs on his lips. ‘No, if anything it’s kind of…endearing come to think of it as it acts as a time capsule showcasing my development in skill, style and technique.’ He says before adding. ‘It’s an honour knowing that you admire my drawings so much to make a notebooks about them but I’ve got just one request.’

‘What is it?’ You replied, anxiety spiking back up once more.

‘Just ask me to draw something for your notebook rather than settle with half finished draft sketches.’ Damian said as he grabbed the notebook from behind him and found a blank page and dedicated the next hour or so sketching an utter masterpiece.

[evergone]

Theodore Nott General + Dating HCs

Theodore Nott x reader

Warnings: Smoking, alcohol, nudity, swearing.

Description: General and dating headcanons.

Smokes mostly when he’s anxious or angry (or any other negative emotion) rather than as a recreational activity.

Has tried to quit, but never sticks with it.

A big fighter — hates it when people talk shit about you or his friends and is almost always the one to start fights.

So protective of you it’s not even funny, and Blaise and Draco are always there to back him up when he fights for your honour or whatever.

Physical touch and quality time are his two biggest love languages because he didn’t get much of that when he was growing up. After that its gift giving, acts of service, and words of affirmation (he’s not a big talker).

Always has to be touching you in someway, be that linked pinkies or you sitting on his lap.

If you’re a legimens he always wants you to be reading his mind so you can see how pretty you are.

Argues with Hermione Granger’s annotations in the library books and forces you to take his side even when you think he’s wrong because “you’re [his] girlfriend and therefore you have to be on [his] side.”

Doesn’t personally wear glasses but loves to try on yours if you wear them — especially if you’re really blind.

Loves it when you read to him (he just loves the sound of your voice).

Prefers essays and non-fiction to fiction.

Is surprisingly good with kids. If you have siblings then they’re probably obsessed with him.

Not a big pet name user because he likes the sound of your name but when he’s drunk or feeling particularly soppy he’ll call you ‘lovey’ and occasionally ‘baby’ or ‘babe.’

Doesn’t mind being called pet names, but also prefers his name. He just adores being called ‘Teddy.’

He swears he doesn’t have a best friend, but everyone likes to assume they’re his best friend which can be a bit difficult when someone mentions this (“I’m literally his best friend, Blaise, what the fuck?” “He barely even likes you, Pansy!” “He doesn’t like either of you, I’m his best friend.” “Shut up, Draco, I’m his girlfriend and therefore his best friend.”)

In actuality, his best friend is probably Madam Pince.

So smart its not even funny. He’s coming in the top three ranks for every class he takes.

Also has no time for stupid people. If someone can’t keep up with his brain than he just won’t talk to them ever again.

Never wants to be a Death Eater and when Draco told him that he was, Theo didn’t talk to him for a week.

Has read almost every book in the library.

Sometimes reads muggle books as a sly form of rebellion against his father.

His favourite book is one you bought him for his birthday.

Doesn’t really like animals all that much but if you have one he’ll tolerate it (the kind of guy to say ‘no’ to getting a puppy and then gets it for you but ends up as the puppy’s biggest fan, like, buying a million different dog beds and including it in family photos).

Loves to take baths with you, especially if you let him wash you or you wash him.

You’d think his favourite place at school would be the library, but its actually his dorm. He loves it when you stay with him for the night — mostly because he likes to hold you, but partly because he likes when everyone gets to see you walking out of there in the morning.

Has a million photos of you up on the walls of his dorm and his bedroom at home.

His favourite pastime is taking you shopping.

Prefers to hang out at the shops with you, Pansy, Daphne and Millicent (and sometimes Astoria) than staying behind with the boys because he gets to pay for all your stuff.

Dresses better than anyone in the school and expects you to dress just as well.

Takes you to every event he’s invited to because he’s a little more popular than you.

Definitely doesn’t think or know he’s popular though. He thinks he’s such a little recluse that nobody really knows who he is, but everyone knows him and so many people think he’s incredibly cool. Draco and Blaise make a point not to let him know this so he doesn’t get a big head.

Doesn’t know how to cook so you try your best to teach him.

Loves everything you make for him.

His favourite type of music is vocal jazz.

The two of you didn’t have a secret relationship per se, but neither of you told anyone when you started going out and just let everyone figure it out using context clues (Daphne and Pansy were so offended that you didn’t tell them and will never forgive you for this).

If you weren’t already a part of his friend group, he wouldn’t put in any effort to introduce you to them because he’s not a sociable person himself, but Draco, Pansy, Blaise and Daphne would have all included you so quickly.

Hates taking you home with him because his father is such an arse, much prefers your home (especially if your half-blood or muggle born).

Is so intrigued by muggle things, would have loved muggle studies if his father let him take it as a class.

If your family are very aligned with your cultural heritage he does everything in his power to learn about it. He loves dressing in your traditional dress.