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redr0sewrites · 7 days

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ATSV Characters with a Goth S/o

heeeeeyyyyyy guys 😇 *slowly sliding the 100+ REQUESTS in my inbox to the side to make room for a new special interest*

🥀Cw: none, mostly fluff!!!

🥀Pairing(s): Hobie x reader, Miles x reader, Miguel x reader, Spot x reader

Hobie

he would LOVE any type of alternative partner tbh- he just LOOOVESSS that ur goth and will support you 100%

people who go against societies expectations/standards and don't fit in with the norm intrigue him, and your style is probably what piqued his interest in the first place

y'all definitely wear matching fits sorry i don't make the rules- hobie just can't pass up the opportunity to match w you!!! whenever you go to meetings within the spider society he always brings you along, regardless of whether or not you're a spiderperson and hobie loves showing off you and your style

MAJOR "THATS MY PARTNER‼️" VIBES

look me in the eyes and tell me hobia would not absolutely rock some funky eyeliner LIKEEEEE- he def lets you practice on him and will do your makeup for you too!!!

hobie loves thrifting with you, there is no way he isn't a major thrifter and you both definitely DIY a lot of your clothes

HE MAKES YOU GUYS MATCHING PUNK BATTLE VESTS FOR YOUR ANNIVERSARY, AND MAKES SURE THAT IT MATCHES UR AESTHETIC AS WELL!!

hobie absolutely has BLESSED music taste, but while he usually listens to rock, punk, dad rock, or post-punk type of music, i def see him enjoying more gothic/new wave music- especially if u introduce it to him!!!

i see him enjoying bauhaus, sisters or mercy, scary bitches, etc- he'll also give YOU a lot of music recommendations and help to expand ur taste!

hobie would also accompany you to any protests or conventions that you wanted to attend, and would act as your scary dog privileges

YOU TWO DEFINITELY GO TO CONCERTS TOGETHER OMG. I TOTALLY SEE THAT AS A SPONTANEOUS DATE THAT YOU TWO ENJOY A LOT

honestly hobie is a lovely partner to have if you are goth, and he's not only supportive but VERY enthusiastic about your fashion and lifestyle!

Miles

hes such a sweetheart!!! he definitely supports you if you're goth and asks a LOOOT of questions lmao

miles draws you and your fashion a lot, and will def design makeup or eyeliner ideas for you too!!! while ik this is more associated with punk, i also see miles drawing you a few custom patches and stuff like that

your kind of like his muse in a way, and miles just really enjoys sketching you, especially since you have such a unique aesthetic and such cool outfits

HE HAS DEFINITELY GRAFFITIED U SOMEWHERE‼️

he loves watching you get ready and do your makeup. seeing you do perfect eyeliner wings and heavy makeup in general lowkey relaxes him, and he just loves admiring you

im sorry but miles knows absolutely nothing about goth music or culture, ur gonna have to introduce him to a lot of the songs/bands!!!

while i don't think he's huge on the music at first, i think it would grow on him over time. its definitely the type of thing that he loves because YOU love it, and he sees how mu much you enjoy it so he starts listening to it as well so he can talk to you about it

i think his favorite band would be the cure, and his fav songs would either be boys dont cry or the walk (both by the cure- idk why thats so specific but they just kinda fit his vibe yk?)

miles likes holding hands a lot, and he loves when you wear rings or gloves or something along those lines because it just reminds him so much of you! your hands just feel different compared to other peoples and he just loves how unique you are

if you have a lot of piercings, miles would definitely ask about them or buy you specific jewelry for piercings!!!!

overall, very very cute and supportive about your style!!! (he lowkey gives bi wife energy, and iyk what in talking ab then ily mwah)

Miguel

he's pretty indifferent to your style at first, i don't see him as the type to judge much based on appearances. its your personality that really throws him for a loop, and a part of him admires your dedication to making yourself look how you want to look and truly living to be your best self, regardless of what others think

if you think miles knows nothing about being goth then be prepared for miguel bc he knows NOTHINGGGG- no music, no history, no political views, zero, zilch, nada, goose egg

if he cares about you i do see him being intrigued about your style, and once you two are officially dating is when he'll show more interest in your personal fashion sense

he strikes me as the type to like, NEVER listen to music, so he literally only listens to the music you like!!! he does find himself occasionally humming the tune of some strawberry switchblade song or casually listening to a siouxsie and the banshees song while he works, and over time you influence him a LOT with your music taste. he definitely associates any and all goth music with YOU, and that's probably why he starts enjoying it.

he's a "hand on you at all times" type of guy, and while he is rarely touchy with others, miguel is definitely keeping you close. your fashion makes that convenient for him, and he loves pulling you into a kiss by grabbing onto your belt loop or something of the sort

miguel loves how you look with and without makeup on and isn't afraid to tell you that, however, he really likes it if you incorporate his colors or color scheme into your makeup one day. he'll never admit it, but you keep catching him admiring you with the smallest smirk on his face every few seconds

if anyone ever gave u shit for what you wear and how you dress, especially someone in the spider society, you'd practically have to restrain miguel from drop kicking them across nueva york- he doesn't want anyone to be rude to you , and while he knows you can stand up for yourself, he just gets protective at times

Spot

goth? whats that???

he's lowkey such a nerd, and spends too much time being science-y and planning on how to beat spiderman to actually get caught up on fashion

spot doesn't know how he pulled you tbh, but he appreciates you nonetheless!!! he thinks you and your aesthetic are something to be admired, and will unabashedly tell EVERYONE he knows about you

he will shoplift any clothing or jewelry that you want, and he'll even take you to other dimensions where there are better alternative clothes as well

spot doesn't really have a face to do makeup on, but he'll offer to do yours for you! surprisingly enough he's pretty good at it, though he does work pretty slowly

spot loves fiddling with your accessories, whenever he's standing near you he's always reaching out to touch you in some way shape or form. he loves playing with any chains or necklaces you wear, and will help adjust them so that they lay correctly

he helps you get ready in the morning!!!!! if ur the type of goth to wear corsets, he makes lacing them up SO easy and will gladly do it for you

i personally hc that spot HATES seeing himself in mirrors/pictures, it reminds him sm of what he used to look like, but he LOVES taking photos of you and your style!! whenever you are wearing a cute outfit or have funky makeup on, spot adores just taking photos of you

if you ever did a makeup look inspired by him and his spots he would probably CRY :(

URGRHHRHHRRR I LOVE ATSV SMMMMMMM!!!! this post will DEFINITELY have a pt2 w more characters!!!!! i swear tho atsv literally pulled me out of the most horrendous burnout ever i FELT the artblock and writing block lift off of my body as i watched it. IM SO INVESTED I MADE A SPIDERSONA...

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plutaztix · 5 days

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Finished first draft designs of the hazbin cast- Alastor., Charlie, Angeldust, Nifty , and Vaggie.

Some of them got minor redesigns while others got revamped, so I’ll be going down the line and discussing my reasoning for each one (please note, these are not perfect, and probably are not animator friendly, I did this for fun, and a lot of the decisions I made were because I felt like it. Do not throw a fit if you don’t like them)

Alastor- when redesigning alastor I focused on 3 major details: that he was from the 1920s-1930s, he was from the south, and that he was a “radio demon”. I took away the voodoo stuff cause that felt like a really weird way to associate him with Louisiana culture, and instead went for the more “southern gentleman” feel using the slicked back hair and simple clothes. I also replaced his monocle with a full pair of glasses, because I think not being able to see his eyes makes him more menacing, same thing with the straight teeth. I made his color palette into warm browns to kind of give the vibe of an old timey radio- with a highlight of gold as well. Side note: I like to imagine he doesn’t open his mouth, and instead it just lights up like an actual radio- cause I think that’s cool character flavor. I also kept his deer motif cause ,apparently, it was supposed to connect with how he died- plus I’m always a sucker for the kind of evil character that has an innocent animal theme, super fun. (Also his microphone is sentient and does change the text depending on the situation)

Charlie Morningstar- I think Charlie is a lovely character, she’s one of favorites, but she felt pretty plain in some aspects. I learned that she was kind of inspired by porcelain dolls, which gave me an interesting idea of making into kind of a “devils Pinocchio”- because what’s more innocent than a doll imbued with the power of her father’s dreams? So I really leaned into the soft friendly doll look, giving her ball joints and large eyes that stare into your soul. I softened a lot of her colors and gave her rounder shapes as well as leaning into the goat aspects of her character, because i thought it could be fun to have her play off the deer motif that alastor has.

Angel Dust- My boy , my good lad. He is also pretty solid when it comes to design , however- HE DID NOT LOOK LIKE A SPIDER. I had no idea that his freckles were supposed to be eyes until I rewatched it. Soooo I definitely tried to make him more spider like by making his eyes more prominent and giving him pointy side burns that act as mandibles. I also gave him him his spider butt and some weird ass legs. Oh and , unrelated, I like to imagine he does burlesque.

Nifty- MY FAVORITEE , I love nifty guys, she’s my POOKIE bear. When going into her design I knew I wanted to make her look older since I thought it was weird how much she was infantilized so I gave her lipstick and pearl earrings to make her look more like a refine 1950s housewife, as well as give her an apron and cleaning gloves to make her feel more like a maid. I also leaned into her subtle bug theme by giving her antennae, and giving polka dots on her dress for a very subtle lady bug theme (cause she’s my little lady). Some more small things I gave her a little swirl in her bangs to call back to victory rolls, as well as some subtle hints of green to call back to the uranium craze of that time.

Vaggie- she was difficult. Initially, I had no idea what I wanted to do with her, but I think that’s also because she’s not a very fleshed out character? Her whole story is kind of , Support Charlie and be a fallen angel.(still love chaggie tho) So I took some creative liberties, and gave her a more mature look- with some periwinkle to act as a subtle hint to her angelic nature. I also gave her the monocle from alastor design cause I thought it made more sense for her? Like, if anyone is gonna have the one eyed visual aid it’s gonna be the bitch with one eye. It also makes her look more matured? And I gave her a moth broach to call back to her moth inspo.

Annnd that’s it! I’ll be working on the next batch soon, which will likely have husk and sir pentious, if you have any other people you wanna see lmk!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin art #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel redesign #fypシ #helluva fanart #helluva boss #angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel nifty #fyp

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your-nanas-house · 7 months

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hello I don't know if you are taking requests but if you do I wanted to give you an idea to write a headcanon with the villains of Gotham (I had thought about it only for jerome and jeremiah but it could be interesting with the others too). I was thinking of a situation where the reader is a walking encyclopedia, i mean, she knows a lot of stuff that might be irrelevant but makes them look more intellectual. Do you know those people who out of the blue tell you a random fact that you didn't know and when you ask them how they knew that they answer that they have no idea? Well something like that I was thinking. And maybe the reader also likes to read a lot and that is why she is always informed and has a rich vocabulary, and also she always speaks with metaphors. She is intelligent but without being very nerdy. It may be a silly idea but if it works for you, welcome.

Hello, dear. I really like this idea hope you dont mind if I turn it into two small imagines for Jerome and Jeremiah 🥰🍓

Miss Know-It-All

◇ Pairing: Jerome Valeska X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: slightly suggestive, neck biting, Jerome feeling dumb, mention of guns and murder, Jerome

◇ Summary: Jerome doesn't understand his victim so he calls Y/n.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. JEREMIAH'S version here.

Jerome tilted his head in confusion, his gaze on the victim he had tied up and kidnapped, his ginger eyebrows were furrowed and there was not a smile present on his face.

The victim was being more boring than expected, talking to him about business and things that he didn't fully understand, given that the man used technical and cultured terms that Jerome didnt know.

He was about to just grab his gun and shoot the man in the face when an idea came up in his head

"Dollface!" He screamed to catches Y/n's attention even though she was in another room, minding her own business.

Jerome's voice echoed in the room for a few moments and quick footsteps were heard shortly after. Y/n was a sort of salvation for Jerome, she was pretty smart and studied a lot, reading was her passion and her knowledge was unlimited.

The ginger could ask her anything and she always had a reasonable and perfect answer— she really enjoyed sharing her knowledge and found herself most of the tome share random facts related to what was happening at that moment.

Y/n stopped next to the chair where Jerome sat, letting his large gloved hands grip her hips, bringing her onto his lap

"Dolly, can ya understand what this fool is sayin to little ol'me?" Jerome murmured against the skin of her neck, placing little tessing bite and licks as she focused on the victim, listening and taking notes while explaining in easier words what was going on.

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slavghoul · 2 years

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Tobias Forge on Satanism, religion, etc.

Recently one of the most common questions I get here concerns the topic of Satanism – “Is Tobias actually a Satanist?”, “Are Ghost really devil worshippers or is this just a funny shtick?” and so on, and so forth. I have therefore compiled a few quotes from the man himself speaking about his personal views on Satanism and religion, as well as how the satanic themes translate into the world of Ghost. Perhaps it will help you form your own judgement on the matter.

On his personal relationship with Satanism

Sacramento News & Review, 2018

Are you a Satanist?

TF: From a strictly Christian point of view, if that means believing in a physical, half man, half-ram living in the underground, no, I don’t believe there is such a thing. I’m not the opposite either. And you know, I’m sure in the eyes of the beholder, if I was put in front of true god-fearing bible thumpers, I would probably be regarded as a Satanist just because I’m not a god-fearing bible thumper. But the concept of Satanism has many, many forms. In the last 50 years now, ever since [Anton] LaVey and pop-cultural Satanism, when that rose in the latter of the part of ’60s with the Church of Satan, and Black Sabbath and Black Widow and Coven and that sort of hippie Satanism, which at the end of the day, heavy metal, black metal, all that is based upon that cultural Satanism. I grew up with that. So from that point of view, I would definitely say that culturally, I am definitely, for lack of better way of putting it, I’m a devil-liking kind of guy. But I wouldn’t sacrifice a baby to a half-ram that I believe to be living in the underground. And I would never ever encourage anyone to do that.

Aftonbladet, 2016

I became interested in Satanism when I was 10-11, so I find it very difficult to have a clear intellectual approach to it. In the end, I became interested in it because I thought it was cool. Aesthetically, I think it's amazing. An incredibly fun and, for me, a very homey world. As I tell our children, the devil is our friend. The monsters are our friends. But I was much more convinced back then, than I am now. As a grown man, it's hard to buy the idea that if we take a shovel and dig into the ground, eventually we'll come across a half-buck in a burning inferno. Although it would have been an incredibly festive thought. What I know is that I haven't got a fucking clue. That's the only thing I'm absolutely convinced of.

Banger TV, 2019

Even though I am very, very, very fascinated with religion in many ways, I'm sort of staying in the pop cultural world when it comes to referencing the devil, and especially when I'm talking about my relationship to him. He appeared in my life through rock music, through films. I've been dressing myself with pentagrams and upside down crosses ever since I was 11 years old and was watching horror films and listening to music about Satan way before that. That's the difference I think between a musician born in the 40s that added the devil as a "hip" thing in 1969 to their musical movement, it was more an addition that they could do as grown-ups, whereas for me and a lot of my friends who grew up with black metal, death metal bands - it's part of our blood basically.

Psychology Today, 2018

I think in 99.9 percent of every so-called Satanist in the last 50 years, you would find that the vast majority of them have been introduced to the Devil via music. And it usually happens at a certain age as well. It was also the early '90s—so that was the rise of the death metal and black metal movement in Europe and in the world I guess. Especially in Sweden and Norway, it was a big thing. It was just right up my alley and it became such a powerful way of expressing myself, and how to not only deviate and differentiate myself from the norm and normal people but just like hand in glove with my way of seeing the world.

On the pop-cultural devil vs the biblical devil

Areena, 2019

What does Satan mean to you?

TF: For me personally, he or it, she... She has been such a faithful companion for the majority of my life - as a guide, as a mentor, as a symbol. The idea of the devil representing ‘evil’ as opposed to 'good’ does not… it clashes with my idea of the devil. Because the devil for me represents rock and roll, film, freedom, humor - essentially, my life and my background because it’s so coloured with so many “blasphemous” expressions. I think that’s one of the most common misconceptions that makes it so hard for people to fathom - that there’s obviously the biblical devil, and then you have the pop-cultural devil. The pop-cultural devil being very much a representative of freedom, intellectualism and liberation from the chains of handicapping worship of the three Abrahamic religions - because that’s what [these religions] are about, they’re about control. Satan represents, in the pop cultural sense, the opposite of that. In the Bible it represents evil, but I know very, very few things in the history of the world that have been perpetrated in the name of the devil that have been to the non-benefit of mankind, whereas… I mean, just look at the amount of abuse and human despair that has been caused in the name of 'good.’

Billboard, 2019

On the Satanic leanings: For me, it is very personal and important, but I struggle to define the differences between the pop-cultural Satan and the actual one – if you want to say it that way – because that’s even harder to define. [Since the 1960s, Satanism] has become a fun little thing for 20-somethings to play with. It has very much been embraced as a symbol of liberation, rather than a symbol of actual tyranny and evil. The pop-cultural Satan has an amazing importance for me, and that’s because I’m a born rebel and a natural ‘opposer,’ in that I oppose shit.

On whether there would be Satan without God: The Satan that we are most commonly referring to in the Western world is obviously a product of Christianity. Within the confines and context of Christianity, no. They cannot exist without the other. That’s the problem with the entire concept of Satanism because, depending on who you’re talking to – if you’re talking to a Bible thumper, Satan exists within the bras of women, and Satan exists within the confines of rock ‘n’ roll music and drugs and everything that would be considered quote ‘bad’ and ‘dangerous’ and ‘harmful.’ And I think that in rock ‘n’ roll and in pop culture, that is the thing that most people cling to. Satan as a symbol or symbolic role model represents liberation and free thought and fun. Intellectualism as opposed to regression and stupidity. But if you’re talking about Satan as the main peddler and the prime motor for evil – if I look at the world and I see evil, I think of ISIS and I think that’s pure evil, and that has nothing to do with a pop-cultural horned-goat half-man called Satan. So you really, really, really have to understand that the ‘Satan’ that has been embraced by artists in film, music, poetry, and art going back centuries was made to scare people.

On not being against religion but rather organized religion, and on not being an atheist

Rolling Stone Deutschland, 2019

I’m not against religion. I’m not against being religious. But I am against organized religion, the scriptures, because we know perfectly well that they are basically manifests put together by other people in order to control the rest. That’s not even a secret.

New York Post, 2018

The problem with religious doctrine, as with politics, because of its ability to give people authority, it has a tendency to attract people that want authority for all the wrong reasons, and that is what it has done across all time. But, then again, in all fairness, I am not saying that there shouldn’t be faith. It’s completely different things. The belief in something bigger and supernatural is not the same thing as linear religion.

Loudwire, 2015

I'm definitely not an atheist. Intellectually, obviously my intellect tells me one thing, but I want there to be something so I choose not to completely follow my intellect when it comes to the idea of there being a bigger being or beings that I cannot explain.

Psychology Today, 2018

I am not against the idea of believing. I am not an atheist. The whole institution of Christianity being based on that book, being based on the premise that he was conceived out of nowhere—it’s kind of hard to believe. But on the other hand, I do believe in the idea of a historic person named Jesus that was a kind of chill dude who was just telling people to chill and be nice to each other. And he got penalized for that. So I’m not dismissing the whole thing as bullsh*t. But I definitely believe that tormenting other people because of the Bible and for that to be—for lack of a better word, Gospel. I think that is not very nice.

Amusio, 2013

Are you afraid of death?

TF: I am not very afraid of death, only of the question of how I will die. I don't know what will happen to us when it's all over, but I'm not an atheist and I certainly believe in a higher, inexplicable existence out there with which we humans are more or less in contact. That's why I don't think that death is the end of our existence.

Rolling Stone Deutschland, 2019

How religious was your upbringing?

TF: Not very. I'd say that in my main home, which was with my mother and my brother, there was always spiritualism I would say. We were definitely not atheists, but it was more infused by the idea of there being greater things than what we know. But that takes the tools that we use to trigger these feelings and that comes from pop cultural powers, rather than scripture - if that makes sense. The power of rock’n’roll. The power of film. The power of a good book. And that combined sort of gives us hint that there might be something that we cannot explain.

US Time Today, 2022

I’ve always had an intense relationship with organized, linear religion, let’s put it that way. I’m very fascinated by the art and its history, but maybe not so much by the rules and the guilt.

On Satanism in Ghost

Pitchfork, 2013

The theme of Satanism, tongue-in-cheek or not, has a long tradition in heavy metal. How important is it to what you guys are doing?

TF: Well thematically, obviously, it’s alpha to omega, that’s what we’re doing. The sort of Satanism, or devil-worship, that we want to portray in the confines of Ghost, a very biblical version of goat worship, the sort of things that you see in a Satanic Panic movie. And obviously in the theatre that is Ghost, everything is supposed to feel like it’s orthodox devil-worshipping. As an audience member, you can choose to believe whatever you want to. And you can choose to partake, or you can choose not to.

Hard Force, 2015

We are not necessarily singing about God or Satan, we're singing about what we think and how we treat each other because of what we believe is God and Satan. All of a sudden, that's a way bigger scope than most other cult-oriented rock bands do, because normally it's just odes to this, that and the other.

Telegraph, 2022

When we’re talking about darkness, death, despair, it’s to express our discontent at the world. It’s our way to explain how shit things are.

Loudwire, 2018

We’re trying to make people happy about life. We’re actually quite humanistic. If you take all of these things that we’re saying and what we’re doing completely literally, and you believe that this is equal to damnation, then there’s no way that we can meet intellectually. As a human, I grieve for tendencies like that because I think it reflects on something somber, limited and regressive.

#tobias forge #the band ghost #trivia

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sorcerous-caress · 4 months

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Hell yeah I'm back, crushed my exams, now I have more time to think about everyone's favorite loser elf 💜💜

Your post a couple days back about posting homemade porn to the xhuman forum really got me thinking

What if one day you showed up at your loser elf's house in traditional elvish clothing?

You shrug and casually mention that you bought it at a market the other day because it reminded you of him, but he's only barely registering your words.

His eyes rake over your body from head to toe and then back up again, staring unashamed at how the light, airy fabric dances around your arms and legs. He can't stop staring at how perfectly the garment hugs your body, and since humans are more supple and rounded than elves, the fabric bunches up just so on your hips, accentuating your curves and making heat rise to his face, the tips of his ears going red as you notice the visible tent in his pants.

You smile devilishly at him as you lead him towards his bed, all the while he's thinking about how the organic fabrics you're wearing would be very delicate and so easy to tear through.

You're fully aware of what seeing you in his traditional clothing would do to him, so of course you prepared accordingly. He's in for a lucky surprise when he finally gets your overclothes off to find that you picked up some elvish-inspired lingerie at the market as well.

(somewhat inspired by my realization while dressing up to go to an Indian holiday party, when I noticed that a salwar kameez and dupatta kinda reminded me of what I'd imagine elvish clothing to look like)

Good job on finishing your exams, please make sure to rest.

I really like the idea of human reader trying to learn more about elf culture for their cute loser high elf

And yes, I imagine elvish clothes to be inspired by South Asian, Middle Eastern, and anciest Greek clothes.

Instead of reader buying it randomly, what if you've put research into it? Read about elf culture and found the perfect attire to wear.

Maybe it's something only newly wedded spouces wear for each other, or maybe it is a honeymoon phase kind of outfit. Elvish clothes are airy by nature, but this one you've found is more head-turning than the rest.

Almost like it was made out of large flower petals that hug your body just right with their vibrant colours. Wrapping your hips with two petals that conjoin in the middle, their pointy tips barely covering the insides of your thighs. Each petal trailing up your body and leaving small windows of bare flesh, the outfit is on the shorter side with no shoulders or neck, just going from your hips to your chest in a colourful chain of petals.

Or maybe a translucent outfit that shimmers and brims with life magic, a dark hue that matches the night sky. Various stars in shapes and sizes swimming on the print and gently swaying from place to place with every step you take. Your skin and curves are extremely visible underneath it. It's made out of one large and very long cloth that you have to wrap around yourself to from multiple layers and give it a shape. The material is so thin that the outfit never gets thicker than human clothes no matter how many you layer.

Or it's a long pure white silk with gold leaves trim, much like an outfit a greek god would wear. The silk is akin to a second skin as even the shape of your bare stomach is visible from underneath it. There's an almost invisible pattern wooven into the silk with the occasional glimmering sparks.

Whichever it was, one thing was clear when your outfit finally arrived. It's that this was never made for a human like body.

It's your size but longer than usual, it's too tight in certain places. You can't even wear anything underneath it because it wouldn't fit then. The shape of your chest is fully on display, the way the supposed airy outfit completely hugs your figure like a glove.

Your hips and thighs being squeezed so deliciously by the fabric. The material feeling almost strange on top of a human's soft skin, elves generally have tighter skin that's not as sensitive as the humans.

How each outfit is made out of various pieces and parts you have to put together to complete the picture. Unlike humanity's preference for compact clothes that are easy to wear or come as whole pieces, elves prefer complexity and a single shirt can have up to 13 steps to put on.

There aren't any buttons or seams or zippers. It's whole pieces that are held together by either magic or jewellery. Everything from the top of your head to your ankles has a specific piece that is important to complete the outfit.

It takes a lot of effort and after so many different youtube tutorials, mostly in elvish which you couldn't understand and had to relay on visuals only, you get the hand of it.

Since it was a surprise, you decline his offer to pick you up when you send him a message saying you're coming over. Walking through the street and getting curious and confused looks from other humans on your outfit.

You passed by a couple of elves that did a doube take when they saw you, blatantly staring at your short ears then your clothes. They looked like they wanted to say something to you, one of them even walked up to you and opened their mouth.

But nothing came out, they just turned around and went back to their friend. Completely red in the face as they kept stealing glances at you while whispering in elvish to each other.

After finally making it and opening the front door with the spare key he gave you, you step inside.

Expecting you, he calls out your name with clear excitement in his voice before clearing his throat and trying to attempting to mask his excitement as he makes his way to you.

The second his eyes register what you're wearing, his mind short circuits. His eyes have to blink a couple of times as if it's a trick of the light or an illusion, complete disbelief at the fact you're actually real and standing in his doorway in these clothes.

Just like the elves from before, his mouth opens but nothing comes out.

Then he's immediately picking you up and pinning you to the door. Lips hungrily kissing yours as desperate whimpers escape him.

It's his feelings are too much for his body to handle, his hands keep switching form place to place as he can't decide where to touch you first, where to feel and grope you.

His fingers are shaking, his eyes still looking at you with disbelief as his lips refuse to let up, as if he'll run out of air without the taste of your mouth.

You feel his hardness against you. He barely pays it any attention as he continues to admire your body. Marvelling at the way the clothes cling to your skin, at the various jewellery and elven designs, on you, a human.

If only a man can die from happiness, then he'll die happily knowing your current image was the last thing he has seen.

Do you even understand the effect of your outfit on him, little human? Do you even know what it represents? For all you know, you could've been walking outside with the equivalent of elven lingerie or a nightie.

He's calling you various endearing names in his original tongue, from endearing titles to ones exclusive to married souls. He seems in a haze as he urges you towards the bedroom, eyes pleading and knees weak as he struggles to switch betwern kissing you and pulling away to talk.

#♡human kink #♡human reader #♡modern loser high elf #♡modern au human kink #dnd human kink #♡elf culture #♡smut

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meili-sheep · 1 year

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diluc ships reactions to him stealing/wearing their clothing?

So let me repeat my Diluc body type headcanons.

He's about 5'10 with a very Dorito shape, so broad shoulders, and a tiny waist. So he honestly does need some tailoring as a lot of general-sized clothing is pretty ill-fitting on him.

I think he's also pretty sensitive to clothing. And he has one of those closets that's 90 thousand of the same 3 items. The only way he gets variation is Adelinde. So borrowing isn't really something he does on purpose. But the kicker is. Diluc in the morning is bearly functioning so you know things happen.

I might also include the headcanon of other's body types here too

Albedo

So Albedo is a lot smaller and thinner than Diluc. Much more rectangle-shaped. So Diluc can't wear t a lot of Albedo's things. That doesn't mean Albedo doesn't often put his jacket around Diluc. Or that he even got into sewing to make Diluc things. Like, I swear, this guy sewed just to make Diluc his safety gear.

Albedo does have a habit of drawing Diluc. Especially when Diluc is not paying attention. So what ends up happening. is Albedo will lay his coat on Diluc while he naps. Then ends up drawing it.

He has a whole notebook of sleeping Diluc.

Al Haitham

So this is one of the few who is similarly built to Diluc and is either just as broad or broader than Diluc. So Diluc can actually wear Al Haitham's clothes.

And let's be honest, these are two autistic people. And I bet they have similar issues with clothing. So there is probably quite a bit of mutual clothing stealing because they both just don't care and just wear what's comfortable. Al Haitham has also made Diluc a music player and headphones.

Though I do think Al Haitham has a bit of a moment when he sees Diluc in his very, very form-fitting shirt for the first time. He um might buy a few more that are a bit looser just for Diluc to borrow. He doesn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.

Ayato

So as a guy who is very proud of his culture and traditions. Seeing Diluc in anything remotely Inazuma fashion. It's a pretty critical hit. And like traditional Inazuma wear is like a major hit on his heart. So sort of by extension of the Diluc in his clothing would be great for him

Problem?

Ayato is a lot slimmer than Diluc.

So nothing is close to fitting. And I think Ayato realized that after one morning when Diluc tried to accidentally put on his shirt and realized his mistake when he couldn't button it. Ayato nearly pulled Diluc back into bed but didn't because of how sleepy Diluc was. He did end up buying a set of clothing similar to his style that fit Diluc just to see it.

Childe

So Childe's still not as broad as Diluc but not as slime as Ayato is. So Diluc actually can nearly get to the top. And Childe loves watching Diluc fumble sleepily around trying to get his shirt to fit. And he really likes how tight it is. And you know, with the strap on Childe's shirt. Certain parts of Diluc get a little accentuated. And Childe would let him walk around like that if he wasn't a pretty jealous person.

But outside of that he pretty frequently puts his jacket over Diluc's shoulder. Mostly when he sees Diluc napping or when he looks cold. He might be jealous but he's also very caring and honestly would give Diluc the shirt off his back.

Eula

So there is a decent size difference between the pair. Though I do think Eula is rather ripped. But something that Diluc noticed a while ago was how they have a similar style of gloves. So while this isn't really cloth stealing, he totally had a pair of gloves made that used Eula's color.

When Eula finally noticed it, he got really remembrance and just muttered something about wanting to match and tried to run away. But she totally wouldn't let him. And as his punishment, he hands to hold her hand.

Itto

Ok, so where this is another situation where Diluc and easily fits, and honestly, it's actually baggy on him. Itto doesn't, um, really where a lot.

He has definitely given Diluc his coat in the rain, not realizing Diluc normally carries an umbrella with him.

Though I think Kuki has tried to get, Itto to wear something more, probably for a trial or something, and Diluc's worn that. And Itto nearly lost it with how cute Diluc looked. He probably got more shirts and things so Diluc could wear them.

Kaveh

So I feel Kaveh is actually the closest to Diluc. Probably a little thinner, but yea. Diluc probably alls perfectly between Kaveh and Diluc. But Kaveh defiantly buys clothing for Diluc... All the time. And he probably steals Diluc's clothing all the time. Diluc has totally lost a jacket or two to Kaveh.

Now we are back to sleep Diluc and image sleep Diluc with Kaveh's very, very open shirt.

Kaveh definitely enjoy it for like .2 seconds until he noticed Diluc starting to leave because NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

Thoma

Ah, so you know what. Thoma probably smells really nice, and Diluc has absolutely stolen Thoma's little jacket. Because it's just comforting. And when Thoma was looking for his jacket, he found Diluc cuddled up with it. He probably just gave up on the jacket and got a new one.

He probably does make Diluc a lot of hats and scarves too. All of which Diluc loves and wears all the time.

Xiao

So again there is a big size difference between Xiao and diluc. I imagine Xiao has a runner or sprinter's body so thin looking but absolutely ripped. And he doesn't really wear extra layers because I don't imagine he really every gets cool and stuff.

Diluc has given him his jacket before.

And Xiao had to ask around about what he should do with the jacket. He probably still has it not that Diluc minds. And he ended up giving Diluc a nice coat that General Kapisas made that he'd been holding on too.

Zhongli

So Diluc can definitely fit into Zhongli's clothing. But I feel Zhongli wears a particular type of fabric the Diluc hates. It's too smooth and silk, and he feels it catches on his skin. So he hates it. He can barely handle touching Zhongli's clothing sometimes.

But Zhongli being the money spender he is defiant and buys sent of clothing that is comfortable for him and in a style he likes but also Is something Diluc likes. It is his special cuddle outfit. (That Childe paid for)

#diluc harem #albeluc #albedo #haithamluc #al haitham #ayatoluc #ayaluc #ayato #chiluc #childe #tartaglia #euluc #eula #ittoluc #itto #kaveluc #kaveh #thomaluc #thoma #xiaoluc #xiao #zhongluc #zhongli

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yakuzacanons · 9 months

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I don't know if you're into soulmate AUs but I'm a big sucker for them, they make my brain go brrr sooo, can I request some general headcanons of the boys with a soulmate? Like, how they find their soulmate, how they feel about sharing such a strong connection with someone etc? Can be any soulmate trope you thing suits them best, I ain't picky. (Like, name on wrist, first words they say to each other etc.) :3

Anon this is such a big brain idea, I also go brrrrrrrr. Also I wanna say some of the boys will have different tropes than others, a few might be similar but it's gonna be a mixed bag. I'm also operating under the assumption that everyone in this AU knows and/or is fine with the whole soultmate thing as I imagine it would be kind of ingrained in the culture if that makes sense. So this has more or less ended up as how they find their soulmate/how they react to finding them. I hope that works. Otherwise, headcanons below the cut as always. Had a lotta fun with this one!

Kazuma Kiryu: Matching Scars

Honestly, Kiryu probably has a multitude of scars from...all the stuff he's been through. However, there's one he has on his wrist that he's had basically his whole life. He doesn't really give it much thought until you point it out and say "Hey, that looks just like mine!" before you both realize what it means and the two of you look at each other say at the same time "...OH!" while pointing at each other, like the Spider-Man meme.

Majima Goro: Holding Hands

This is especially wacky because Majima knows how the soulmate thing works but does NOT know that it has to be bare skin to bare skin contact. Basically, his stupid ass is running around the entire time with gloves on, thus getting in the way of him actually finding his soulmate. He'll probably complain about it casually to you one day, to which you look at him rather dumbfounded and say "You know it only works if you take those gloves off, right?" to which he says "Ehh?! Whatcha talkin' about?!". He'll then immediately take off his gloves and hold his hand up to yours to test it out only to realize immediately that you are in fact right. He will then become extremely excited, probably babbling nonsense half of the time and hugging you gleefully.

Saejima Taiga: Name On Wrist

Probably the most neutral about the soulmate thing out of all the boys, not because he doesn't believe in it but because he's never really had time for romance. He's more on the shy side so he won't go pestering everyone he meets that potentially matches the name. You'll probably mention it FIRST and casually mention his name by saying "Mine says 'Saejima Taiga'... never met anyone with a name like that though." to which he will just stare blankly at you, mouth open in shock. Eventually, he'll muster up the courage to respond with "Well, ya won't believe what my name is." while chuckling.

Akiyama Shun: Red String Of Fate

Total romantic sap and loves the whole soulmate thing. Spends a bit more time than he'd admit pining about who his soulmate might be. In his AU, soulmates are found by the red string of fate, a popular tale about being connected to your soulmate by an invisible red string. However, in this AU, your soulmate can actually see your red string if you get into close proximity with them. Akiyama isn't shy so the second he sees the string pop up and can see it's connected to you, he'll run up to you and introduce himself. Think very "Call Me Maybe" type of meet-cute.

Tanimura Masayoshi: Hot And Cold

Similar to the red string of fate, except that this time it is measured by tempurature. Tanimura can tell how far or close he is to you based on how hot or cold he feels, cold being far away and hot being nearby. It's a struggle for him since whenever he does feel warm, he can't always pursue the lead due to being busy with his job. Most likely, he'll accidentally bump into you in the street and suddenly feel incredibly warm and cozy, to which he'll quickly turn around to speak to you, saying something like "Did you feel that just now?".

Ryuji Goda: Revealed In Dreams

Honestly doesn't give a hoot about the soulmate thing. To him, romance will happen whenever it happens. A lot of other people his age when hew as younger started having dreams that revealed hints about their soulmate but Ryuji is a late bloomer, so the whole soulmate thing got pushed further and further into the back of his mind. He'll wake up in a cold sweat one night after finally having the dream, the details of your face burned into his mind. Unlike some of the other boys, he likely already knows you, probably as a childhood friend, and he'll definitely have a moment of "The whole time... they was right in fronta me?!".

Nishikiyama Akira: Matching Birthmarks

Similar to Kiryu's concept, except this appears more like a mole than a scar. They are rather small so it's not something you'd notice as obviously as the scar concept for Kiryu. They also have to line up completely perfectly so Nishiki is prone to meeting people that he thinks might be his soulmate and get excited only to realize they're not. When he does meet his soulmate, his mark will disappear and he'll get rather frantic wondering who out of all the people he met recently was in fact the one that caused this. At some point, he'll mention it by saying "The weirdest thing happened the other night, my mark just disappeared on its own." and you'll respond with "Hey, mine too, that's weird." before the truth finally hits you both. Truthfully, he and Kiryu are both a little dense like that sometimes. Nishiki will be so happy to know you, he might cry a little out of happiness.

Daigo Dojima: First Words

Unlike the other concepts, in this AU people won't know ahead of time what will confirm who their soulmate is. It's something that happens in the moment, a sudden realization. That honestly makes Daigo kind of nervous, since his life has to be carefully calculated given his line of work. The words itself don't have to have particular meaning either, which only makes it more complicated. The second you speak to him for the first time, he feels chills down his spine. He'll ask you to repeat yourself, eyes wide with nervousness, the both of you completely shocked that by some chance, some divine intervention, the two of you ended up in the same room.

Mine Yoshitaka: Dreams Of A Past Life

Believes in making his own destiny which only makes meeting his soulmate feel more impactful, somehow. Mine is so used to going against the tide that meeting you just kind of brings him to his knees. He'll see flashes of the two of you in your past life in his dreams but he won't go out of his way to really dedicate much of it to memory. The first time he meets you, he'll think you look familiar but can't really pinpoint why and he'll dismiss it. The more the feeling nags at him, the more he starts to think maybe there's something more to this. It's only when he asks if you recognize him too that it finally clicks and he understands this is where he's meant to be.

#yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #goro majima #majima megaphone moment #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #akira nishikiyama #akiyama shun #ryuji goda #masayoshi tanimura #saejima taiga #mine yoshitaka #daigo dojima #imagines #headcanons

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Day 2: Sweet/Salty

Hi! This is mizumech back for treebarkweek 2024! I wasn’t really around for Day 1 because I didn’t like how it turned out but I’m somewhat happy with Day 2, even though it’s rather experimental for me.

Without further ado, this is “le festin” at 3565 words long! I reserve all rights to put this up on ao3 and editing. Enjoy! :)

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i. sweetberry jam

A Black Isle specialty. Sweet and long-lasting, preparation is truly an exercise in warding off temptation.

On the day the sweet-berry brambles were due to become overipe, Martyn watched as Ren gathered them all with old falconry gloves and put them into a bucket.

As is his duty, Martyn goes over to help.

How can he not?

When Martyn goes over to ask, Ren looks almost like a vampire of old tales, with red berry juice running down his chin and a sharp smile.

Yet, he is not scared. He smiles too, as he goes down to the well to draw a bucket for later.

When Ren comes back to the kitchen, he washes the berries in the bucket before inviting Martyn to help him to mix the portioned-out sugar and fruit.

“Back in the Black Isles,” Ren tells Martyn as he puts the berries and a third of the sugar to a modified bowl, “We would normally use glowstone dust to thicken this and add glow berries for acidity, but we can make do.”

Ren then takes two wooden pestles and hands one to Martyn, enthusiastically starting to pound the berries into the sugar.

Martyn shouts as the juice gets onto his shirt, but joins in too, bringing his pestle down onto the yet-to be macerated berries.

The reddish pulp goes into a glass jar and the cap is screwed on, before they realise they forgot to add all the leftover sugar back in.

Ren sighs.

After that, both Ren and Martyn take turns to try and open the jar, using cloth, forks, axe heads and teeth.

They don’t succeed.

On Ren’s thirteenth try, Martyn secretly sweeps some of the sugar into the palm of his hand, the ideas of a prank starting to form in his mind.

As Ren wraps his whole arm around the jar cap, Martyn takes aim. The amount of sugar he has doesn’t have the same weight as a snowball or an enderpearl, but the sweat from his palm has created some sort of shell that helps with the feel.

The sugar ‘ball’ nails Ren in the shoulder and Ren, to Martyn’s delight, whirls around with a dramatic gasp.

“My Hand! Must you betray me with something so sweet? You’ve just ruined me flannel!”

Martyn can only laugh and duck as Ren gathers his own ammunition.

Eventually, the jar finally opens, and they start sweeping the sugar back into the jar.

It’s terribly domestic to Martyn, reminiscent of the times he used to spend sweeping snow off roofs and driveways with a daughter he’s very sure he once had but can’t quite recall the face of.

They’ve wasted about a cane-worth of sugar, but none of that really matters when they’re having so much fun, because they can always just devote a day to making more.

“What? All this work and I don’t even get a taste?”

“Guess you’ll just have to live long enough to taste it!”

“What if I want it now?”

“Patience, laddie. We’re going to put this underground and let the sugar draw out all the juices, and only I can uncap the jar to check on it, you got that? You can have the leftover berries if you want, though!”

Fine.

He pretends to pout as he takes a berry and rolls in sugar before popping it in his mouth. It’s not like he doesn’t also have secrets he keeps from Ren.

Some things are too important to be shared.

ii. horse curry

A Tumble Town specialty that hails from its Mezalean history. It embodies the bold, bright culture that used to flourish in the mesa before the cataclysm.

In a world so absent of meat and animals, Martyn’s gotten somewhat desperate, and has therefore bribed and blackmailed Joel into a cut of what is probably horse.

He hopes it's horse meat.

It better not be dog.

“Take it,” Joel says tersely, throwing the leg at him, as if daring him to try and challenge him “it’s not like I wanted it anyways.”

Martyn looks him in the eyes. He can see where the mesa ancestry also rests in Joel’s face. The same remnants of an accent, the same terracotta freckles, the way he wraps the horse meat with the oiled paper.

He remembers his time in Tumble Town, when the town was still developing; founded on a fateful Midweek and still roiling with multicoloured dyes and flowers.

He remembers horse curry, ladled out by old ladies with creaky, rusted joints and peeling painted makeup and served with flatbread and fortified with whatever vegetables were on hand.

Watchers above, he was hungry. Hungry for calmer times, hungry for peace, hungry for good, rich food.

Hungry. What a strange feeling, reminding him of love and care while making his mind feel jittery and restless. Martyn isn’t sure if he wants to be hungry or not.

In the kitchen, Martyn starts by dragging over a big pot, because he can’t have the curry overflow when he’s not looking.

Unwrapping the horse leg is less of a deal than Martyn thought his mind would make it out to be, and for one horrifyingly long second, Martyn feels afraid at what seems to be underwhelmingly nothing.

But that’s exactly it. How can it be that one of the most defining kitchen memories of Martyn’s datastream life makes him feel nothing?

How can revisiting memory of somewhere he almost considered home make him feel…nothing?

Is he forgetting Tumble Town already?

He carefully pulls at the red ribbon holding it together, the oil paper glossy and satisfying under his fingers.

Still nothing.

Martyn really can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

When people talked about homecoming, they often portrayed it as a grand thing, about realising a sense of belonging and all that.

Maybe that’s the side effects of wandering. In a headspace where anywhere could be your home, nowhere was really your home at all.

The rest of his preparations are almost robotic, just trying to get to the conclusion where he could eat.

Maybe he didn’t want to be hungry anymore.

Cold water.

Horse.

Splash

Small fire.

Skim off the foam and grease.

Resist the urge to drink raw horse water.

Skim off the foam and grease.

Resist the urge—

When the water finally boils, Martyn sprinkles in his salt.

What was the saying, salty like the ocean?

Allium root clove, fried onions, curry leaves and all the vegetables he thinks he would be able to stomach also go into the pot, all swallowed into the rapidly darkening mix.

There’s still…nothing.

He still remembers every step, even cooking this exact dish with the other universe’s Jimmy and teasing him and the fact that diced chorus fruit was once an ingredient in the stew, and there’s still nothing.

He remembers warmth, and happiness, and fun, and he’s pretty sure he could describe the tiled floor of the kitchen with no issue at all, but he can’t feel homesick in this…game like everyone else seems to do.

Does he even remember anything at all about his old life? Did it mean anything at all?

Well, at least the next step is just waiting.

He can do that. He can even top up the enchantment on his armour while he waits!

Even if he can’t remember, he can still appreciate the process for what it is, and if this stew isn’t for him anymore, it can at least be for Ren.

If he cannot be a citizen of Tumble Town any longer, he can at least be a good Hand of Dogwarts, and serve his king like he was always meant to do.

Recarve the grooves and enchantment runes.

Crush up lapis with mortar and pestle.

Cough violently.

Roll powder into a tube like a blunt.

Shake powdered lapis into the lines until it flushes with the armor plate.

Cough violently again.

Smooth over.

Run the blowtorch over it like curing redstone.

Tie on the armour pieces as if it will keep you together.

Vambraces.

Pauldrons—

The re-enchanting helps to calm Martyn’s mind, and by the time he’s ridiculously hot and suited up, the familiar yet unfamiliar smell of the stew tells Martyn that it’s ready. Now all he has to do is reheat some of the flatbread they have and he can serve it.

But for now, it’s just for him, and travelling has made him basically immune to not liking food and burning his tongue, and he can handle it.

Ladling out a spoon of the soup into his bowl; the one made by Ren with the green glaze, he uses his fork to scrape off a chunk of the steaming soft potato in his portion and raises what was once home food to his new home, at least until he should depart again.

iii. zombie-skeleton bone broth

A kind of stone-soup-esque concoction of a weary wanderer. It has traces of many different cultures depending on the chef, although it also tends to taste of no culture at all, due to the nature of its maker.

After the zombie apocalypse, the morning after finally comes, and the undead start to burn.

Not all parts burn in the perfectly habitable solar temperature, however, and Martyn’s travels tell him that such an event is basically a whalefall to the starving.

At first light, Martyn light-headedly drags Ren outside their bunker; blood suddenly rushing to his head from standing up.

“Come on,” he urges, already pulling crumbling redead into his arms, gesturing for the sake of both Ren and the rest of the Red Bannerknights who have followed him, “gather them. I’ll explain later. We just need to get them before they fully burn away.”

If Ren has any questions at all, about his sudden reverence for the (un)dead, he doesn’t show it.

He just…does as Martyn says.

If Martyn were a minstrel instead of a wanderer, he’d probably have something to say about a king tending to the dead on behalf of his Hand.

Something about a holy vulture, something about the essential role of carrion creatures in the ecosystem.

So the men of Dogwarts stand, in the overnight cemetery, on the altar and in the courtyards; harvesting zombies and skeletons.

Back in Dogwarts, Martyn leads them in picking and scraping the rotting flesh off bones, who have all enthusiastically agreed to help after hearing about Martyn’s plans to make broth out of the bones.

Skizz, Etho, and Bigb are somewhere in the back making a mirepoix to flavour to broth, last he heard.

He glances over at them three, with lacy aprons tied around their waists as they laugh and chop vegetables.

Bigb’s chopping allium bulbs that had finally come in useful from the spring, spinning together a story about a betrayal and a friend called Terry as he does.

Skizz laughs along and points things out brightly as easy as water over rocks as he chops his carrots from the farm and the zombies alike.

Etho, with his artificial redstone eye, has been playfully force-assigned to onion duty. He laughs too, with his eye-smile pushing minute tears out of his natural eye.

Martyn…he hallucinates pork.

Martyn imagines a timeline where pigs still existed as luxury enough to eat as he cuts another zombie open, following the path of bone, and cleaning off the putrid flesh before cracking a rib off and dropping it into a pot of seawater to draw out the metallic taste.

It takes more effort than it should for Martyn to stop himself from putting raw rotten flesh into his mouth because he craves meat, goddammit.

It’s the pull of fonder times; older, ‘wet nurse’ recipes for the sickening loved ones; mushy or crunchy vegetables for vitality and to push the sickness out, soft meat for strength to endure the symptoms and something sweeter like applesauce or berries to give hope to see themselves through to the end.

Maybe it means something other than animal shortage that Martyn craves meat. He also craves strength, in a way; strength to protect and the strength to betray what he holds dear equally.

He cracks out another rib as Ren sweeps by in his old summer rollerblades to sweep the vegetables into a pan with what looks suspiciously like zombie fat.

The rest of the ribs and bones, supplemented by skeleton bones disappear fast, and after a few minutes, they’re all in a cauldron over a campfire, something Martyn’s learnt how to make from Jimmy and Scott.

The bone broth will end up lasting till their final days, frozen in tiffins and heated over makeshift fires for the men to take heart in.

“I think I might be hungrier than when I started,” Ren quips to the raucous, slightly nauseous laughter of squires and knights as he sits back in his chair after his share of Etho’s frankly radioactive-looking experimental rotten flesh chasiu.

The chasiu is glazed with what could either be honey or just sheer rot, and marbled with greenish…mold, and jiggles under Martyn’s chopstick-grip more than it should.

When he brings it to his mouth, the texture is surprisingly good and the taste is actually pretty great too, going well with the richness of the broth, but it seems to burn itself a hole in his stomach to sink into.

Luckily, hunger of people unlike him is a type of sickness easily healed, and Martyn cannot help but to oblige and ladle more bone broth into the men’s bowls, if only to give them hope that these apocalyptic wars too, would pass.

iv. datastream ramen

Before Martyn had ever entered the datastream on that fateful day, Martyn often spent dinners cross legged in front of the telly with cup noodles on his knees.

Sometimes, on holidays when he was feeling like he had enough energy, he would make himself ramen.

Today is one of those days. A ramen day for him and Ren to enjoy after a week of enchanting and farmwork.

Well, not really ramen. A lack of animals and lack of need or want to brand more hunger into his stomach with zombie flesh certainly removes from what he would normally consider ramen.

But he has an egg, salt he skimmed from ocean water, kelp, bone broth, salmon, he has wheat flour and water, and he has alliums and a dream, and he’s going to make it work.

First is the tare. He doesn't have cooking wine, so stirring salt into wine will probably have to work.

Next is soup, and he’s too lazy to make more, so he’ll just take out another portion of zombie-bone broth.

For the noodles, he doesn’t have the right type of water, but he’ll just have to make do to the best of his abilities.

It’s a lot like making pasta, but with more water. He’s not sure what that changes about the composition at all.

Egg. Flour. Water.

Knead, knead, and knead, he does.

He puts his whole body into it, dusting flour on it every once in a while.

Knead, knead, knead.

Chop, chop, chop.

The sound of the dough hitting the countertop sounds like a head hitting an altar.

The aroma of the combined soup is also somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar to Martyn, in a way that signals to him yet again that he should be feeling homesick.

That’s nothing new, though.

Broth and tare flow into the bowl in a honey-coloured stream, salmon resting on a raft of noodles with the kelp and the fried onions.

When the ‘ramen’ is ready, Martyn sprinkles on some allium stems before taking the bowls to one of the watchtowers where he knows his king will be.

“Dinner’s ready, my liege,” Martyn says, purposely making his footsteps loud on the steps so as not to scare him while trying to balance the chopsticks on the bowl and preventing them from sliding off.

Ren’s rather solemn face turns to sunshine again at the mention of food, like it always does. That’s how it’s always been.

With a sigh, Martyn sets the steaming bowls down, careful not to spill a single drop.

“No meat again, my liege, I’m afraid,” Martyn jokes. It’s not really as much of a joke as it used to be, because being pseudo-vegetarian is basically a fact of life, but every ounce of humour counts, nowadays.

Ren obliges, letting slip a laugh.

Martyn also laughs in turn, as Ren fumbles with his chopsticks and tries to bring the noodles to his mouth in some sort of kingly way.

That’s what the fork in his back pocket is for, obviously.

“Back in…where I came from, it would have pork,” Martyn says hesitantly, mirroring Ren the first time they had made the jam, “but we can make do.”

Ren slowly turns to look at Martyn and the fork he’s offering; grip on it like a knife.

“…you’re not from Tumble Town?”

“…no. In this universe, I do come from Tumble Town. Sometimes.”

Ren doesn’t take the offered fork, instead turning his back to try to continue eating with his chopsticks.

Something lurches in the pit of Martyn’s stomach.

Maybe there really is nothing in this world for him.

Even as he eats out of the green, round bowl, the world feels like it has come back ironically round to walls, corners, and edges.

After the frankly torturous meal, Ren finally clears his throat.

“M—Martyn. Must you betray me with a lie?

Martyn cannot answer him. How could he as a wanderer possibly explain where he comes from?

v. golden carrot, potato and beetroot ratatouille

A Hermitcraft recipe, not often made but great for events and potlucks. It’s good with many things, like honey, broth, love, and magic etc.

On one of those awkward days where neither Martyn nor Ren have anything to do, Ren approaches Martyn with a proposition.

Over the days, both of them seem to have come to the consensus that where they come from is not nearly as important as where they will end up being, and Martyn can finally look his liege in the eyes again.

Therefore, he agrees.

When he reaches the kitchen, the somewhat silence is holy. The knife coming down on the vegetables sounds like heads coming down on the altar again, but in a different, more reverent way.

If anything, their time not talking to each other have made them more attuned to body language, so when Ren beckons Martyn closer with his hand and his gaze falls toward the bowl of beetroots, Martyn knows exactly what to do.

Chop, chop, chop.

The red juice from the beets starts to stain his hands as he hacks into them and slices them up, the severed parts falling under his left hand in a strangely satisfying way.

It’s so strange how domestic the scene feels yet again, even with two reds holding knives in a small area. Slightly warming sun streams in through the window and everything seems…right.

Ren puts his golden carrots into a small pot of bone broth, and Martyn does the same with his beetroot slices.

There’s only one bowl left, and it’s full of potatoes.

Martyn watches Ren look at the potatoes and then look at him. He looks at the potatoes and then he looks at Ren.

They both reach for the potatoes at the same time and then smile and then laugh together in sync.

Chop, chop, chop.

When the vegetables are all broiled, Ren oils a pan with some of the garlic-allium confit oil BigB made, before throwing all the vegetables in.

While the vegetables sizzle, Martyn thinks this.

He might actually be hungry.

“Cheers,” Ren says, holding out his fork with some vegetables on it for a toast.

Martyn can’t believe his ears. The word seems to hang in the air, like a question that he can’t quite dodge.

“Cheers,” he offers in turn. The vegetables are gorgeously rich and melty on his tongue.

“Where I…come from, I used to share this with people I loved.”

This is them, now.

+1. the night before the final fight

When Ren finally, finally brings out the jam, Martyn almost cries.

When they made it, Martyn thought nothing of the sugar use. Just some sweetness in their lives; hope to see the end.

That would be unimaginable now; with every bit of sugarcane being put towards TNT or enchanting books.

Maybe this is the beginning of said end.

What hope can there really be, when all of them might be dead and gone?

He’s survived long enough to taste the fabled jam, and now what?

What is left to do other than to accept fate, lay down, and die?

The jam goes into two bowls of boiling water and the sweet smell starts to waft, and Martyn thinks he might be salivating, actually.

It’s a different kind of hunger now. It’s a type of thirst.

He doesn’t long to be full, or with purpose anymore; only to experience something sweet in the tragedy, something to take his mind out of the war and the stupid puppeting games.

A thirst to hope.

In a world full of harsh corners, the fact that some things come all the way round to remind Martyn that there is still love and hope out there; whether it be in the desert or in the taiga, makes him almost emotional.

@treebarkweek

#treebarkweek #treebarkweek2024 #trafficblr #please tell me if i’m not tagging right #martyn inthelittlewood #rendog #This doesn’t feel shippy to me but im not sure so i haven’t tagged renchanting or treebark

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Archie meets Betty for the first time in the very first Archie story in PEP #22.

It’s interesting to remember the original context Archie was published in. The reason Archie’s life seems so bucolic and Little Rascals-esque is that, really, the idea of a teen-ager (an in-between state, between being a child and adult) is something of a post-1945 idea. You were either a kid or adult. Prior to that, children were considered adults very early on in life, and were also expected to work for the family and take large responsibilities. There was also no culture unique to them as of yet, which is why what we would call “teenagers” in movies prior to the 1950s listened to the same music and dressed the same as their parents did. This is also why, in that cultural context, superhero “kid sidekicks” were not considered as strange as they later would look (e.g. unconscionable child endangerment). In other words, Archie Comics mostly predate the cultural idea of a teenager.

Of all the major, valuable comics from the Golden Age, PEP #22 (December 1941) is the rarest as only 22 issues are believed to still be in existence. A new one has not been discovered in some time, so for that reason, it’s hard to give a real price on what one would be worth, since it doesn’t change hands too often. One of the most startling things about the golden age is that comics sold in the millions, but they were so disposable, there are issues that no longer survive today, or issues that only have a single existing copy.

It’s interesting to have a look at the cover of the first Archie comic. Interestingly, as 1941 was right in the middle of the wartime fad of patriotic superheroes, the debut of Archie did not take the cover of the comic at all, but was buried in the backup and wasn’t even mentioned on the cover, which had the Shield Interestingly, the Shield looks like a Captain America copy or rip off, but surprisingly...the Shield came first. Captain America’s shield, originally a medieval one, was changed to a round disk by the second issue, as it evoked the design of Archie’s Shield too much.

If you’ve ever read comics from the 1940s, you know that they usually had five or six stories, not all of the same genre. There was the superhero story that got the cover, but also usually a detective, or magician in tophat and tails, an aviation action strip, and usually, somewhere in the back, a strip about a friendly skunk or other cartoon animal in white gloves, and last of all, almost as forgotten as the advertisements, there was the strip about the funny kid, like Sugar n’ Spike or “Lil’ Sis.”

Later on in the decade, when Yankee GIs and soldiers started reading comics as well as kids, another standard strip in a 1940s comic would usually also be a hot girl story (like Bill Ward’s Torchy, Canteen Kate, or Katy Keene) which are essentially about a gorgeous fantasy woman who, in 8 pages, encounters an extremely mild and easily resolved life problem while standing around in pin up poses, and usually showers in the middle of the story or takes a bath. Considering the audience for this was soldiers overseas, we’ve only recently started to acquire the language to describe the appeal of the good girl comic: parasocial.

I cannot emphasize enough how surprising it is that, in that context, the “funny kid” comic in Archie not only dominated the book, but changed the name of the company, to the point that nobody even remembers that Archie Comics published superheroes or detective/aviation comics. Most comics had a “funny kid,” but nobody, not even fans, keep track of them. I once tried looking up if there was a master list of funny kid comic backups of the 40s and 50s, and I couldn’t find it, just...nobody takes an interest in this, even in the comics and collector world. The one other great unlikely survival of a funny kid comic from the 50s to the present was Sugar and Spike, who got their own comic that was published for decades.

As a collector, I always get whiplash whenever I see a Sugar n’ Spike comic from the 1970s. Like Katy Keene, they were a coelocanth-like survivor of the mass extinction of kid comics and hot girl comics.

#archie #1940s

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awesomedurraworld · 5 months

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do you just one day realize that you have tons of ideas and Aus, and half of them- if not 3/4 of them will be forever forgotten?

Like. When I tell you the amount of things that I come up with during one day is... Is unbelievable? Sometimes it is the same plot but different scenarios.

The other week, I was going back to my old chats with my bestie, and I was shocked to find this very old Au that I came up with, ( Papa Royed obviously.) and the fact I drew for it too??

I also Reopned an older Au, called “ Roy Elric.” which, really, Roy in Trisha’s shoes. Does that mean Riza is Ho? No I don't think so. I was inspired by this older fic on Ao3, and kinda doodled for their Au.

Another Au- Tangled. I have only shared this with my bestie, but basically when the “ kingdom dance.” music was trending- which has been my favorite type of music since I watched Tangled which was in 2011 😂 when I heard it again, I realized how much that song ( music.) will fit Fma, and 2 ideas came:

what if Fma had a culture? Like, dances, foods, and Music and clothes?? I started designing Riza’s costume over good 9 months ago, so if you are interested I will love to share

Idea number 2 is basically your classic Fma x Tangled. With Ed as Punzel and Roy as Eugene and Ho as mother gothal. Not that Ed is a prince, but the idea of him being locked and Roy freeing him to show him the world.

There is this other idea, that Roy adopted Ed and Al before they committed the taboo but kept them a secret to protect them?

And the idea of Royai retiring and having Ed and Roy is blind and military comes and Ed learns who his parents are?

Also, I never realized that I have been writing regressed Ed? Like, I never did until I started following Mayliz ❤️ and I was like. “ hold up, this has a name?” and then my bestie pointed it and was like, “ Your Ed always regressed,” and I was like “ oh yeah.” and kinda tempted to write a whole fic with that WITH AL AND ED being regressed

What If the taboo failed BECAUSE Ed isn't Trisha’s biological son?

Like, gah, I didn't even scratch the surface of these ideas. And I want to write after math of Hughes’ death! And OH MY GOD I HAVE THE AU WHERE ROY WAS IN HUGHES’ SHOE!

Okay okay, so instead of Gracia and Elysia, it’s Riza and Ed and Al, but the catch here is that Riza isn't a solider, she is just Roy’s wife, one day when the whole team goes around to fight Envy they find Mrs. Mustang there with her husband’s gloves, KILLING Envy? Like having no shame because he killed her husband and orphaned her kids. This would mean, that Riza is an alchemist too. Roy probably taught her to keep herself and the kids safe just in case

Also, I do want to write a fic where the boys just grief the loss of their dad

😩😩😩 I don't joke when I say this is just a normal day with my brain, haha, I just wished I had more time to draw and write. I am busy currently, but I am hoping and praying that mid of December won't come without me posting something. I want to finish Took my kids? Take my fire now- which, has been on my chest since last year and there is no way we're going to Jan 2024 with this fic unfinished

And yeah I guess this is all have to say today, is there an idea that you liked? What do you think of this haha

#fmab #Brain rot #I come up with these a lot help #My bestie is busy currently that is why you guys have to deal with this #You too Lyly when you see this #No one is safe from my ideas #I just love papa Roy and mama Riza

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I'm planning on writing about a bat-based creature because the idea of basing a culture on bats seems fun (sound is significantly more important than sight, etc.) I'm just not sure how (or even whether) they would end up dressing themselves. Any thoughts?

if they have arms and wings, I have a post over here about putting clothes on winged humanoids.

if they're anthro bats with arm-wings, clothing would be harder lol but not necessarily impossible.

(image description: a few simple sketches of bat-people. they look like normal bats, but standing upright like illustrated children's book characters. One is just standing with a wing extended. One is putting its weight on it's wing hand and lifting a foot. The last one is standing with half folded wings and a fancy looking accessory around its neck. There are notes on the image which will be explained below. end description.)

so if you want to make bat people, the first thing to deal with is the wing membrane. You can go tailless, with the membrane of the wings extending to the legs. Adding a tail, you can free the legs a little, or maybe you can make the legs longer to get them away from the membrane. Kinda depends on their size, because a larger bat person will need more wing membrane in order to fly.

Something I have seen other people do, which I think is very clever, is to have their bat people use their wings to walk, while their feet are used to grab things. Makes sense. Their hands have already evolved into wings! It would be hard to use them as normal hands in this situation. But their feet are good at grabbing things. In this case, they'd need thicker wrists and sturdy thumbs to bear their weight.

As for clothing, the wing membrane would be in the way of things like pants. But if they're covered in fur, this shouldn't really be a problem. Clothing is useful for a few things. Protection from cold/wet/minor injury. Social acceptance, as many cultures consider genitals to be indecent/inappropriate for public exposure. And of course, visual interest. If your bats don't care about visual input, clothing might be less important. But maybe they'd wear necklaces and collars that create pleasing noises when they move. They could also fashion baskets and bags that hang off a harness around the neck. I think they could also wear feet gloves. If they're walking on their wing wrist, finding a way to put a glove on that area also seems smart, I'm just not sure exactly how to make it work.

hopefully this helps! good luck with your project!

#winged humanoid #bats #worldbuilding

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Im gonna ramble in your inbox for a bit lmao, I have a few ideas!

What about music themed?? Like music notes, treble clef, etc (idk a lot about musical notation honestly but ik theres a lot of symbols). My next thought was instruments but usually those are super detailed, like string and brass? A Harp?? The simplest i can think is like, some piano keys would make a cute design, or maybe just the headstock of a guitar! God, brass instruments would be so intense to make, i just looked at a saxaphone and I'm freaking out thinking of the detail and how impressive that would be. Or maybe physical media like a vinyl record or a little cassette tape? A little boombox, record player, or radio?

Going off of that, I think people really like decade themed/nostalgic stuff. I love 70s things personally so i may just be projecting, but i think 80s and 90s vibes are super popular! You could look at toys, technology, icons, and popular colors of an era, things like that and that might be inspiring!

Also thinking about summer themed designs since summer is coming up! Seasonal stuff is so cute and I notice people are always looking for little seasonal projects! Surfboards, beach umbrella, a fruity lil drink, are things that come to mind for me!

The more i write the more ideas i think of but this ask is already huge lmaooo so ill leave with these and hopefully its not overwhelming

First of all I will not be out-rambled in my own house lets gooo

These are all so good and sensible and fun! Thank you so much! I spent a day and a half sketching out just some of them (and going off an a few tangents), and there are a few already that I can't wait to actually pattern up and make <3

Musical instruments and notation are both perfect and super hard for the format. They're so detailed, like you said, and their design is so specific; it's hard to know what can be fudged or elided without getting the whole thing irredeemably wrong. (I've had the same problem with birds and arthropods). Like, how many of the saxophone's fourteen-hundred eldritch appendages *do* I need to show? I could include them all, and the motif would be the size of a bedspread and take a month and a half to crochet, and I perversely want to do that now so thanks also for that.

Even in that keyboard motif (which, you'll have to trust me, is a very good likeness of Casio keyboard whose demo song was the soundtrack to my early childhood) is already over twice width of my largest typical designs, and it would have to be twice as big still for me to space the keys accurately.

Decades are a great organizing conceit! They lend themselves to a kind of idiosyncratic hodgepodge that really appeals to me, and "random collection of old things that you remember" is a trope people don't seem to ever get sick of—and new things are getting old every day. They're also a way to ease into pop culture references, which I haven't really done, and which might offset some of my Debbie-Downer tendencies (when you suggested "70s things" my actual first thought was "what do quaaludes even look like?" My first idea for the 80s was "Margaret Thatcher demolishing a council house," and my thought process for the 90s went "Monica Lewinsky's dress, OJ Simpson's gloves, Tonya Harding's crowbar… NAFTA?" Terrible patches, all. What people want as a little picture of a sofa at a jaunty angle with a caption that says "PIVOT!").

Anyway. I'm especially excited to try the disco ball, the record and the off-brand Tamagotchi (I preferred Gigapets, personally). Those all have double-length diagonals that I've freehanded a few times and know to work at least okay, but which I haven't figured out how to notate. Oh! and I haven't got a beach umbrella that I like just yet, but the hurricane cocktail seems like a good way to kick off a summer collection—as long as I don't follow it up with, like a graph of yearly average temperatures, which is something I would absolutely do.

#ask #no judgment in brainstorming #<3

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the-false-prophets-song · 20 days

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realising that I'm demiplatonic and demisensual explains so much, given what my first response to discovering what demisexuality was

Back then, I knew I was ace, and knew I was probably aro, but given that I am an extremely repulsed apothisexual but not an extremely repulsed apothiromantic it was difficult to know for sure.

When I first heard about what being demisexual and demiromantic was, it just made so much sense. It explained so many things that I didn't understand about allo culture. However, it didn't explain everything in the sense of my own sexuality.

But, given that I was unsure if I was fully aro, I briefly entertained the idea that I was demiro ace. It was never a certainty, and reasonably quickly I came to the conclusion that no, I am aroace. But still, demi just weirdly made so much sense to me.

After recently learning about atertiary people, I've been trying to define where I fall on that spectrum and so far I think I'm Demiplatonic, Demisensual, Demiqueerplatonic, Nonaesthetic (I prefer saying "Nonaesthetic" since "Anaesthetic" is already a word) and Allofamilial (slightly boring I know, but I like knowing I have that label).

So, it turns out, demi made so much sense to me because I am demi! Just not in the romantic attraction or sexual attraction.

I love my friends, but if I think about it, it did take a while to love them, or even to consider them friends. And there are plenty of people I've been positive acquaintances with for years but calling them "friends" seems weirdly off because I don't think about them when I'm not around them and honestly wouldn't miss them as a person if they were gone - and I feel bad if one goes out of their way to do something really nice to me (like one who'd heard I'd had a bad day, and the next day gave me a book related to my special interest) because I just think "Wow, that's really nice of you. But I wouldn't've done the same. And in a way I want to reciprocate that to say thank you because that meant a lot to me but I just, in the nicest way possible, don't care about you like that".

And I don't like touching many people. I'm not a fan of the texture of skin or the feeling of someone's breath on me but I enjoy closeness so if I'm wearing gloves I'll very gladly hold someone's hand. Well, not just "someone". Only a very close family member or a very close friend or queerplatonic partner, who I've known for a long time and am very emotionally close with first. But if a really close friend asks to hug me, and we're both wearing long sleeves so no skin-to-skin contact, then I will hug them and it'll be amazing and I'll love it. If I'm the one to initiate contact and I'm in the mood, it's great. However, if someone else initiates it and they make skin-to-skin contact and I don't know them well enough, I find it gross.

This doesn't have a point, I'm just happy that I now have labels to describe my atertiary aspec identity and want to yell it into the void.

#aspec #atertiary #demiplatonic #demisensual #anaesthetic #nonaesthetic #aroace #allofamilial #familial love #platonic love #queerplatonic #aplspec #qpr #demi #demiromantic #demisexual

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unfortunate-arrow · 4 months

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𝒱𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃

A/N: For @hp-12monthsofmagic’s December prompt (“Merry and Bright”). Made up of two short scenes. Note the discussions of Hanukkah and Judaism may not be the most accurate, so apologies for any missteps.

One: The O’Donnell-Lee Cottage, County Donegal, Ireland, December 25, 2006

Sara O’Donnell-Lee watched the gentle fall of snow, illuminated in the color of the charmed baubles that floated outside around their cottage. Her eldest son, aged 5, was fast asleep in her lap with her fingers carding through his short red hair. Her eldest daughter, aged 7, was asleep on the floor, clutching the plush moon calf that she had received earlier that day. Sara’s younger two children, aged 2 and 7 months, had been put to bed earlier. The floor was strewn with the remnants of gifts that had been received earlier in the day, the lights on their tree sparkling. A calloused hand ran gently over her shoulder, causing her to look up.

“Happy Christmas, my love,” her husband, Barnaby, said, leaning over to press a kiss onto the top of her head.

“Merry Christmas, Barn,” Sara replied, wrapping her hand tightly around his.

“Was this Christmas everything that you imagined?”

“Yeah, I think it was. Dora and Declan were so excited for everything. I don’t think we’ll ever get this Ireland quidditch sweater off Dec.”

Barnaby laughed, fondly looking down at their son. Sara’s brother, Conor, had gifted their eldest boy an Ireland quidditch sweater, which their boy had quickly fallen in love with. The boy had even put the sweater on over his pajamas.

“It was a good Christmas, Barnaby. Everything about it this year was good. Actually, I’m surprised at how smoothly this all went,” Sara said.

“Yeah. I thought it would be a lot more stressful with four. Brendan’s so laid back though,” Barnaby replied.

“I hope you liked your gifts.”

“Those gloves are absolutely incredible. They’ll be so helpful in the cold. I love them, Sara. I really do. What about you?”

“The necklace is beautiful, Barn. I don’t know where you thought of the idea, but I absolutely adore it. Same with the little ornament with all six of our names on them.”

Two: The O’Donnell-Lyman Home, December 24, 2016

“Momma, why do we light all these candles?” Naomi O’Donnell, aged 7, asked, leaning over the kitchen table, watching as Ruth worked on setting out on the different candles.

“The purple and pink candles are for advent. That’s for the lead-up to Christmas. Dad can explain those better than me. The blue ones and white one are for Hanukkah, which is what my family celebrates,” Ruth explained.

“I like Hanukkah. The food is so fun and good,” Naomi replied.

“Yeah, Hanukkah has good food. We celebrate that because I’m Jewish, just like we have other traditions and holidays than Dad.”

“What’s Daddy, then?”

“Dad’s Catholic, so he has different holidays than I do.”

“Why?”

“Well, we have different beliefs from religions. For Dad, his religion says that Jesus is the son of God and very important. My religion doesn’t believe that. Only God is important, while Jesus isn’t very important and can be seen as hard to understand.”

“What do I believe?” Naomi asked.

“You can believe whatever you want to, Naomi. Dad and I don’t have any one way we want you or your brothers to believe. That’s why we celebrate Hanukkah and Christmas, Passover and Easter. We get to cover the important parts of each culture.”

“Oh. Is that why we eat certain things sometimes?”

“Yeah, that’s right kiddo.”

The door to the kitchen opened, bringing with it a burst of cold air. Stamping feet immediately followed as Ruth looked up to her husband and two sons. Snow clung to their hair and Conor had taken off his glasses to wipe away the fog.

“Got the potatoes you asked for,” Conor announced, lifting up a big bag.

“Conor, how many potatoes did you get?” Ruth asked.

A sheepish look appeared on Conor’s face. “Five pounds.”

#hp12mom #sara o'donnell #barbaby lee #saraby #sara x barnaby #ruth lyman #naomi o’donnell #hphm #hogwarts mystery #my writing #my aesthetic #researched a bit about judaism for ruth’s description to naomi but idk how well it went #and ruth is more of a secular jew #intended for there to be a third scene but couldn’t get up to it so here’s these two at the last possible moment #also featuring the fact that i don’t have an adult!ruth fc

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