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hdiabolical · 3 months

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I don't know your rules so I hope this is ok.

Homelander being bored one day and finding boxes full of your old things that your parents kept and he can't pass up on an opportunity to learn more snoop about you. He finds old teddy bears/ drawings/ pictures. Ya know, the typical nick knacks that a proud parent thinks they might be useful someday. It mads him a bit sad that he missed out on so many 'just being a kid' moments but he is enjoying the glimpses that he finds when he sees you in your little league uniform or you soaking wet with a big grin on your face at some waterpark.

You eventually find him all surrounded by memories and see the glassy look in his eyes, you just can't help but crawl in his lap and comfort him. You talk about some of the stuff you guys find, laughing at some. You tell him you promise to make as many happy memories for Ryan and by extension him in the future.

Again, sorry if this is not what you were looking for. Please ignore this or DM me if you want something specific. My brain worms are always a wigglin'.

You finally agreed to move in with Homelander a few months ago. More of a formality, since you already lived in his penthouse most of the time. Yet your parents were so delighted—it was funny, actually, how enchanted they were with him. Their baby girl with America's hero! And he was a charmer too!

Though you lacked for nothing in his house, your parents kept sending housewarming gifts; just trinkets, silly things. Two pairs of white slippers with red stars in them—that one had warranted a full-blown laugh from both of you.

A blue blanket your father had knitted—that one left Homelander at a loss of words. He stared at it for a moment, then silently put it in the bed.

And the boxes! Four boxes filled with knick-knacks; mementos from your childhood and teenage years you were unsure if it'd make Homelander uncomfortable, so… It's not like you hid them (as if you could hide anything from him, anyway), more put them in the very back of your closet and chose not to speak much of it, only mentioned in passing.

“My parents sent even more stuff! Can you believe it?”

The next day, as you left for work, Homelander decided to snoop. It wasn't even snooping, really. You lived with him, you shared it all. And, c’mon, you were an open book. He could read you in a second, knew each flicker of your eyes, every change of breath, the way you scrunched up your nose unconsciously.

He opened every box, sitting on the floor, surrounded by glimpses of your childhood. A picture of you, in your little league uniform, all smiley and proud. A kind of an ugly drawing of what he supposed was meant to be you and your parents. An enormous, threadbare shark plushie you once said was your favorite thing when you were seven.

It was all so mundane—yet his eyes prickled. This was something he'd never be able to share with you.

So lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't notice you'd already come back, and was walking toward the bedroom.

“Hey, you,” you whispered softly. Your chest contracted painfully when you noticed his glassy eyes. It was an effort not to cry too.

“Hey, babe.” He laughed, but it felt hollow. “Juuuust checking some things you tried hiding from me, missy.” He wiggled his finger in your direction in faux annoyance, but you saw it for what it was.

“Baby…” You crawled towards him, sitting in his lap, touching his cheek. “I didn't want to hide it, I just didn't want to upset you.”

“Why would I be upset?” He snorted, now holding a picture of you when you were thirteen.

You groaned.

“Please laser this right now.”

“Why? You look so… cute.” You tried to snatch it from him, but he wouldn't let it. “Awnnn, look at those buck teeth. You look like a rabbit.” He snickered.

“You mean, mean man!” But you giggled too.

As you found more pictures and drawings, and even one Homelander plushie—that he'd never let you live it down—the mood slowly lightened, and you both laughed as you told him all your embarrassing childhood stories. You knew your parents would tell him all anyway.

After a while, you were just laying down in each other's arms, sharing languid kisses in peaceful quietness.

“You know,” you murmured, fingers caressing his hair. “One day, you'll have all of this too. With me, with Ryan, with our future babies. We'll be the happiest family in the entire world.”

He then held your face so tenderly, eyes glassy again—but those were happy tears, a gentle smile on his face.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you more.”

#homelander #homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander fanfiction #the boys #the boys amazon #the boys x reader #asks #slasher-smasher #requests #i loveeed this request!#i really hope you like it #and it's what you had in mind #my first hl request fic im so nervous lol #my writing

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ughgoaway · 7 months

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playing on my mind

content warnings: swearing, referring to Matty as tall (look we all lie for plot purposes okay), dilf Matty and rushed writing... i think that's it? word count- 3.3k ish

a/n: woah this was quick but I am nothing if not impulsive!! this is just a one-shot but if y'all want a series I might do one?? idk it depends on how inspired I am lol. but yes this is just my little blurb-thing from yesterday fleshed out into an actual story!! I'm so glad people liked the idea, I hope this doesn't disappoint <333

(I didn't proofread this so I apologise if its utterly shit </3)

“And off you go! If you need your pencils sharpened or help, make sure you raise your hand! I’ll come to see you!” You say to the group of 30 little balls of energy in front of you. 60 eyes looking up at you might seem intimidating to most, but when it's a hyperactive group of 5-year-olds; the fear wears off slightly.

It was family tree week in your classroom, and you had given your little ones the usual task of drawing their family, each set up with pieces of paper and various pencils and pens to create their masterpieces. Seeing them smile and talk about their older sisters and brothers or how much they love their parents always warmed your heart.

You originally got into teaching with every intention of working with teenagers. You were sure you shouldn't be moulding such young minds - you were never sure your mind was a very good example. But one test week in a year 1 classroom changed your outlook entirely. Seeing the pure, unadulterated joy on a young child's face was something beyond comparison.

Getting to watch them grow and develop into little people brought you so much happiness that it could never compare to standing in front of a group of grumpy teenagers. Each teen boy clearly trying to get you over to their desk to “flirt” with you, well as much firting as a 15-year-old boy can do.

Seeing a child come out of their shell, make friendships, and discover their passions made your heart warm in a way nothing else did. So as soon as you qualified you jumped at the opportunity to teach these little ones, this class might be your first but you are sure it will always be your favourite.

And of course, despite what every teacher tells you, they have a favourite student. You were adamant when you began that you really wouldn't have a favourite but then little Annie Healy came bounding into your classroom with a mop of curly hair, untamable energy and the cutest slightly wonky smile you've ever seen.

She very quickly stole your heart, always wanting to tell you stories and going off on tangents rather quickly, organising tea parties but soon getting distracted leaving you at a small table surrounded by teddy bears giving a toast. Her little body seemed to be filled with enough energy to power the world 3 times over, and you couldn't love her anymore. The idea that she would be leaving your class broke your heart every time you thought about it, despite people telling you not to get attached - you did,

You had just settled at your desk after explaining for the 4th time to Zach that sticking pencils up our noses isn't a very good idea. You ended up telling him if he pushed too far, he'd touch his brain, and soon after that, the pencils stayed firmly in his hand rather than up any nose. If any student was the problem child, it was him. You couldn't hate any student, but let's just say he's given you one too many impromptu haircuts this year to be in line for your favourite.

Soon your real favourite student stuck her arm into the air and wiggled it around in an attempt to get you to see her sooner, little Annie Healy was ever impatient- a trait that is only endearing on her. You quickly nodded and started wandering over, trying not to laugh at her large toothy grin back at you.

“Hi sweetheart, do you need some help?” you say, crouching down to her eye level, flashing a sweet smile.

“Hi miss y/n!” she began, her eyes flittering around your face before landing on your hair, and soon, her hands were stroking your head.

“Wow! I like your hair! It's got sparkly clips in it! You know I asked my daddy for some like that, and he said-” you gently placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to stop the tangent before it started. You knew she'd somehow end up keeping you there for 20 minutes, giving you a detailed list of all of her Barbie dolls and their jobs if you didn't redirect her quickly enough.

“Thank you, Annie! I saw your arm wiggling in the air earlier. Did you need some help?” her eyes light up as she remembered why she called you over here.

“Oh! Yeah, I want to write what's in my daddy’s hands, but I don't know how to spell it. Will you help me?” she says, bringing her attention back to her drawing and grabbing the black pencil to continue her work. It's the first time you actually looked at her drawing, and to say you were concerned would be an understatement.

Most drawings of family consist of the same basic elements; a mum, a dad, a sun in the corner, and a house that is wildly disproportionate to everything else.

So imagine your surprise when you look down to see 4 men in what seems to be leather jackets, holding various musical instruments, and a very tall dog next to them.

You blink a few times. Just checking what you're seeing is right. The lineup starts with a tall man holding a guitar, next to a slightly shorter man also holding a guitar with a mess of black scribbles on his head. Next up is a very tall man with drumsticks in his hands and a kit behind him, and finally another very tall man with a beard and a bass. The concern briefly melts away as you consider how impressive it is she knows the difference. In the bottom left corner is a black dog with very long legs and a big pink tongue sticking out, the dog was almost as tall as the first man but you're aware kids aren’t known for their skill with proportion.

No one had prepared you for this in teaching school, there was never a lecture about what to do if one of your kids does a mildly troubling family drawing of 4 men in leather jackets and a horse dog. You try to stutter a response to Annie, but no real words are leaving your mouth. Just a jumble of sounds, each one sounding more confused and stressed than the last.

You flash a look at her only to be met with a confused head tilt and sad eyes. Oh god. She thought you hated her drawing. Shit.

Time for damage control.

You make the decision then and there not to ask her about the details of her drawing, desperately trying not to make her cry.

Maybe you could go and see her mum in the playground? Yes, that's what you'll do. You'll walk her out, have a brief discussion with Mum, and make sure Annie knows her family isn't 4 men in a band and then leave her be. That sounds like the professional thing to do.

You take a deep breath and smile at Annie, and soon her downturned lips flashed that cheesy grin you knew so well. You tighten your hand on her shoulder and grab a pen, ready to help her any way she needs.

“Do you mean the word ‘guitar’ Annie?” she gives you an excited nod as you continue speaking, “Ah yes, that's a really hard word for even grown-ups to spell. Let's work it out together, hmm?”

With your mind racing you help her sound it out and label her drawing, even stopping to sharpen her black colouring pencil for her- there's a lot of black for young girls drawing but she's committed to an aesthetic, and part of you respects that.

On the walk back to the desk, you begin practising your speech in your head, trying to figure out how to ask why she’s drawing a band as her family without unknowingly offending mum. Maybe she just really likes music?

You run through your memories trying to think of her mentioning a band before, but nothing comes to mind, Annie doesn't even stay on track long enough to talk about her family. Always seeing something shiny and discussing that instead.

You flick your eyes to her one more time just to see her animatedly talking with another little girl on her table, her hands gesticulating wildly and her curls bouncing as she tells her story.

The sight calms you slightly, seeing the little girl you know so well acting exactly as she should be. You have the fleeting thought that you might be overreacting, but eventually, you collect the drawings to see Annie had dated her work “1975”. Yup, that discussion with her parents was definitely happening.

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The bell rings, and you manage to catch Annie just before she runs off into the playground without you, “Hi Annie! I have your drawing from today. Should we show it to mummy and daddy together?” her eyes light up as her curls bounce from her excited nods.

You walk hand in hand out onto the playground, crouching down you make eye contact with Annie before asking, “Can you point out your mum or dad Annie?”

She nods and begins scanning the playground. You stifle a laugh at the look of concentration on the young girl's face. Her nose is scrunched along with her eyebrows, one hand pulling at a curl by her ear and the other holding yours. Soon, you see her face brighten, and her eyes fill with joy.

“DADDY!!” is the scream that comes from the little girl as her hand shoots from her head to point to the corner of the playground, she starts dragging you before you even look up but as you do, you feel your heart drop.

As a student teacher, you'd definitely seen some hot dads, but they were still dads. Most were slightly creepy, partially balding, and talked about nothing but golf and their “annoying” wives. You were used to that kind of dad, not exactly this kind.

Standing nonchalantly in the corner of the playground was a tall man. A pile of salt and pepper curls sat on top of his head; untamed but effortlessly and obnoxiously cool. The white t-shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide the patchwork of tattoos that snaked up his arms. The low neck of the top even teased the top of his chest tattoo. Sunglasses sat on his face, they gave him an "I'm too cool" rocker vibe that, for some unknown reason, made you dizzy.

In one hand, he had a lit cigarette, something that was not allowed on school property, but the way his cheeks hollowed as he took a drag had you forgetting that rule completely. He dropped the butt of the cigarette to crush it with his heavy boots before taking a sip of the can of coke that was in his other hand.

As he noticed you coming over, a dazzling smile broke out on his face. You felt your knees weaken as you tried to brush off how hot he was.

You then realised you actually had to speak to this man. Fuck. You're not sure you even have a voice currently. If you opened your mouth, you're sure incoherent noises would come out, followed by wild hand motions trying to explain your insane behaviour.

The closer you got, the less you stared at him, feeling too intimidated to keep looking in his direction. This did mean you almost tripped 3 times, but you would rather fall than risk making eye contact with this intimidatingly attractive man.

Annie dropped your hand as you finally reached the man, and she jumped into his arms. He grunted at the force but soon began pressing kisses all over her face, smiling at her uncontrollable giggles.

Quickly, the man noticed your presence and stuck a hand out to introduce himself, “Hi! Sorry about that, you know what it's like when kids miss you. I’m Annie’s dad, Matty.”

And this is where a normal person would introduce themselves, stick their hand out, and shake Matty’s. Maybe even say their name and start talking, but oh no. Not you. You stood there motionless and just said “Matty” breathlessly to yourself 3 times over.

Time dragged on in the 10 seconds Matty stood there with his hand out. If you weren't aware of how time worked, you would swear you stood there in stilted silence for 10 minutes.

By some grace of god, little Annie Healy saved you and introduced you, “Daddy. This is Miss y/n. She wanted to come and show you my drawing."

Matty retracted his hand and pushed the sunglasses that sat on the bridge of his nose up to his mess of curls, just as wayward as his daughters. His deep brown eyes met yours as he tilted his head questioningly at your behaviour. His smile remained wide at you, his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, and you felt your heart stutter. A litany of inappropriate thoughts swirling through your mind.

He quickly diverted his attention back to his daughter, “Oh really munchkin? Is your drawing just that amazing? Is Miss y/n going to send it to all the museums?” he said whilst tickling her sides. You smiled at the pair of them watching Annie throw her head back with erratic laughter.

Finally, you manage to right yourself and begin speaking, “Right. Sorry about that, long day,” you explain, looking apologetically at Matty, who only nodded and tried to hide his widening smile at your flustered state.

“I'm just here to talk about Annie's drawing,” you pause briefly and look at Annie in her dad's arms. Not wanting to disappoint her, you form a plan in your mind. “Hey Annie, why don't you go practise some hopscotch! I'm just going to have a quick chat with your dad, okay?”

Before you’d even finished your sentence, Annie was wiggling out of her dad's arms and running off.

“She's got endless energy that one hasn't she?” you say wistfully, staring off in the direction she ran, watching her jump around and giggle with some of her friends.

“Ah like father like daughter, I suppose” Matty says, grinning at your clear love for his little girl. He feels his heart warm at your caring eyes. “So what seems to be the issue? I'm sure you're not over here because the Louvre has asked for Annie’s drawing?”

You laugh at Matty's joke, perhaps a little too hard. Nervous laughter was one of your less attractive traits, but you try to shake it off and have an actual adult conversation with Matty.

“Ah no, no phone calls from Paris yet,” you begin laughing lightly, you pull out Annie's drawing and pass it over to Matty and start to analyse his reaction as you finish speaking, “I was just coming over to ask why Annie's family portrait is seemingly a band? I wanted to make sure she knows her family isn't 4 tall men in leather jackets and a surprisingly tall horse dog.”

As you finish your sentence, Matty bursts out in hysterical laughter, folding over as his chortling laughter takes over his whole body. Your face scrunches up at his reaction, your eyebrows are pinched, and a small frown overtakes your features.

Eventually, Matty catches his breath and looks up at you only to realise how strange his reaction appears. His hand shoots up to your arm and begins to stroke it lightly as he attempts to explain himself.

Each featherlight stroke of his fingers made your breath hitch. You felt your eyes fogging over, and your ears felt as if they were stuffed with cotton wool, the surrounding sounds suddenly becoming muted.

A shake of your head brought you back to earth as you fought to focus on the words Matty was saying.

“Oh I'm so sorry, once you know the story you’ll understand my reaction” Matty began explaining with wide apologetic eyes, “basically Annie's mum isn't in the picture, it's just me and my 3 best friends,” he said smiling.

You lightly laugh and say, “Ah I'm assuming they are the man with the guitar, the one with the bass and the other with the drumsticks?” You finish with a teasing tilt of your head.

Matty's fingers encircle your wrist as that smile you've quickly grown to love appears on his face once again at your teasing.

“Yes those are the ones. You see we’re all in a band - hence all the instruments. I always tell Annie that Uncle George, Ross, and Adam are our family. So when you asked for a family drawing...”

“She drew her family!” You finish his sentence for him, staring at his hand and holding your wrist as you do. He quickly drops it, and you curse yourself for bringing it to his attention.

You wrap your arms around your stomach protectively in an attempt to hide your mounting embarrassment.

Matty smiles and starts to speak again, only to be interrupted by you, “Wait I understand that, but why did she date it ‘1975’?”

Somehow, Matty's smile grew again, “Our band is called the 1975. Weird, I know, but it comes from me being young and pretentious with a Jack Kerouac book.”

Before you could respond, Annie came bounding over and wrapped herself around her dad's leg, “Dadddd” she complained, pulling out the last letter to announce her annoyance to the world.

“Annieeee” Matty teased back in the same tone as her, picking her up as he did.

“Can we go home now? I want to see mayhem!!” she said, excitedly clapping her hands as she finished.

You shoot Matty a questioning look, and he quickly answers your silent query, “the horse dog” he says teasingly, parroting your earlier words back at you.

“Okay darling, let's get going then,” Matty says with a grunt, putting Annie down, grabbing her hand, and taking her backpack from her.

“Say bye to miss y/n Annie,” he says, smiling sweetly at you, but you can see the mischief brewing in his eyes.

His eyes keep your attention so long you almost miss Annie's sweet goodbye, “bye miss y/n! See you tomorrow! Can we talk about your sparkly clips tomorrow?” she asks with a tilt of her head.

“Of course, little miss Annie!” You say smiling at the young girl. You focus solely on her in an attempt not to get lost in her father's eyes again.

You watch them walk away but after a few steps they pause, Matty turns over his shoulder and waves with his free hand, “Bye miss y/n” he says with a teasing lilt to his voice and a flirty wink.

Before you can even process what just happened, he's strolling away casually, and all the mums in the playground are silently lusting after him.

A heavy breath leaves your chest as you start to watch him leave.

“Isn't he gorgeous” a voice behind you whispers, causing you to jump and let out a small scream. You hold a hand to your chest and look at your colleague with wild eyes.

“Oh my god, Amanda, please do not sneak up on me like that! I'm fragile” you say, now laughing at your ridiculous reaction.

“Sorry, sorry,” she begins giggling, “but isn't he just so hot? Annie was in my class last year, and I used to count down the days until parent’s evening! I mean, who wouldn't want to sit across a desk from a man who looks like that?” Amanda says, wiggling her eyebrows flirtatiously.

She begins to teasingly poke your sides at your awkward silence, and you quickly brush her off and straighten up, “Amanda! You can't talk like that about a parent!” You say, trying and failing to have any conviction in your voice.

“I can when the parent looks like that!” she says, smiling and watching Matty stroll away.

You huff at her behaviour and walk away, desperate to sit down and process what just happened.

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Your desk chair squeaks as you sit down behind your desk. You spin the chair and pick up a pen to begin marking some spelling tests from last week, but before long, you give up.

Staring off into space with endless thoughts poisoning your mind, only one thing can come out of your mouth.

“fuck."

#matty healy #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty x reader #matty healy x reader #the teacher reader obsession was too real #once again an obnoxious number of hashtags but we move #i hope you dont all hate this #unsurprisingly i do hate it <3 #teacher au!

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 5 months

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Can you tell us how your boys feel about kids.

I saw that blue doesn’t like children so I got curious.

Undertale Sans - He's not very expressive so it's hard to know, but he likes kid a hell lot. They're funny, gullible and they somehow takes everything he's saying for true which leads to the best laughs of his life. He's a bit nostalgic too of the time it was just him and Papyrus.

Undertale Papyrus - He loves kids, but it's not difficult because he loves everyone. But his kid especially. He's going to make sure they never miss anything to the point he can get a bit protective and it's certainly not an unhealthy way to cope with how painful his childhood was in the streets :D

Underswap Sans - Oh god, please no. Children make him so nervous. He's very uncomfortable around them, and he usually lets S/O take care of them if he has some one day. He is full of insecurities, way more than he thinks, and the fact his brother almost died from starvation when they were younger probably is the cause of that. He prefers to stay away.

Underswap Papyrus - He loves children, he wants children. He's one of the best dad to have, very loving and attentive, and he's working hard on his insecurities with children, to the point they completely disappear sometimes. He's just dad material.

Underfell Sans - He's a great dad, he just doesn't know it... Red spends more time thinking he will be a horrible dad and not enough realizing all the kids in the neighborhood likes him and sees him as a sort of father figure. If he ever has a child, that will be the revelation of the century for him lol.

Underfell Papyrus - He loves children but he's way too protective so when the kids reach the teenage era, he might struggle a lot with this. He wants all his kids safe and it's a bit obsessional. Other than that, he's a great dad. A little strict, but patient. He explains things very well to kids too.

Horrortale Sans - He loves kids but kids don't love him all the time :( He's always sad when he accidentally makes a child cry in the street because he's big and scary. He's nothing but a huge teddy bear with his own kid, with a bit of feral paternity lol. He's very nice, but threat his kids and suddenly you might die lol.

Horrortale Papyrus - He loves children, but it's hard to keep up with their energy. He has too many health problems to raise kids, or that's what he tells himself because he has no self-confidence. He's a gentle giant. He's lecturing kids a lot though. He's definitely a dad-strict-mom deep inside.

Swapfell Sans - See that squirrel girl from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? That's his kid. Nox has a dad girl who always comes looking for him when she has any problem and he will say yes to any of her temper tantrums because that's his little princess. That's his baby girl and he will fight anything trying to take her from him with his fists lol.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's that Dad who doesn't seem to really care about anything, but it's actually not the case. He likes when kids learn things by themselves, so yeah, the kid is going to get hurt, a lot. But they will draw on all his bones too, cooking explosive cakes, paints the walls of the house... Rus is a fun dad.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Uh, no thanks. Kids make him too anxious. He's struggling with Coffee already, he doesn't need more people he needs to watch over obsessionally, thanks. Or he could take the opportunity to, you know, see a therapist about this. But, uh, not today.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's going to give his anxiety to his kids lol. They all have a very strong bond when they are together. However, if one of them is missing, everyone is panicking, father including, and it turns terribly wrong. Every time. That's going to be complicated lol.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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addisonstars · 7 months

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"mornings with you"

written for day 29/30 of september for @jegulus-microfic with the prompts "permanent/draw"

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Regulus had already gotten up by the time James had awoken. His side of the bed was cold and made, just like typical Reg.

Feet quietly sounding on the hardwood floor, James walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where he knew that Reg would be. He came up behind him and hugged his hands around Regulus' waist, fingers brushing the James tattooed right above his waistline, in between his hips. It was another permanent, not so subtle reminder that he was James’ and nobody else's.

A while ago, Regulus had asked James to draw his name out for him on a little piece of paper. James didn’t question it, happily complying with whatever his husband wanted. But later, when Regulus came home with a new tattoo, James probably should have. Seeing James in black ink in that perfect sight had James drooling.

It was all that James could do to shag him right then and there in their living room with Teddy, who they were babysitting for the afternoon, napping in the guest bedroom. However, James had enough self-control to wait until Sirius and Remus came and picked Teds up and they had left the driveway. Then, it was all over for him.

“Good morning love,” James drawled, voice heavy with sleep. It was a noise that made Regulus weak in the knees.

“‘Morning.” Regulus replied. He handed one cup of coffee to James, loaded with creamer and then kept the other one for himself, black. “Hey, Sirius called earlier this morning and he needs to watch Teddy again today. He should be over to drop him off in a couple hours. I already set up his crib, we just need to Teddy-proof the rest of the house.”

James laughed. “”Kay love. And you're not gonna come home after work with another surprise like you did last time right?” He added, referring to the tattoo.

It was Regulus’ turn to laugh. “Not unless you want me too, love.”

James smirked. “Well, if you make any plans on a whim, call Sirius and Remus to pick Teddy up when you're done, so that way I don’t have to wait.”

“Wait for what exactly?” Regulus asked, feigning innocence.

Rolling his eyes, James said with total confidence, “Wait to fuck you upon every surface of this house. You don’t know how fuckable you looked with that tattoo. With my name, right there, just begging, pleading, for something. I think I’d take you first on the couch, start soft, then move-”

“James.” Regulus cut through his sex fantasy with a stern look. “Don’t start that this morning. I have to get to work and I really don’t want to be late because you're acting like a teenager who can’t control himself.”

“It’s not my fault that you look like, well you, every day.”

Regulus smiled and left to go to take a shower and get to work. Just as he was leaving the kitchen he called out to James. “Jamie! Teddy-proof the house while I’m getting ready please!”

“I can’t join you today?”

Of course James would want to join Regulus in the shower, even though he just got onto him for not having self control. But alas, Regulus wasn't going to complain if James wasn’t.

“Fine. But only because I love you.”

James hurried after Regulus, not wanting to waste any moment of his time.

well well, its the end of the month and the last day of september microfics! we made (i missed a couple days whoops, but i have a life lol) hope you guys enjoyed reading these!! i enjoyed writing them! i wont stick to any one specific ship next month, it'll be a whenever i want to type of thing lol. have a great rest of your saturday lovelies, take care. <33

-a.s.

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jeggy #regulus x james #james x regulus #married jegulus #jegulus fluff #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #draw #permanent #addisonstars

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canidkid · 5 months

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A continuation of -> this post (kinda)

🐈‍⬛🌾🍶🌠

Regressor!Ahkmenrah

(Yes. The guy from the funky museum movies.)

-> If you wanna get into technicalities, I'd say Ahk would fall under being a "perma regressor." He's forever a teenager !! There's no more going forward from here.

-> I'd peg him anywhere between 18-0, which is a really broad range. His childhood holds some of his most intense living memories. Its only natural to relive them physically, too.

-> he's very scared of the dark when he's little. It bothers him even when he's in adult headspace. But when he's anywhere under 12, it gets very difficult to put him to bed at the end of the night.

^ Larry had started calling Ahk's return to his sarcophagus "going to bed". Especially when he's small. Even if the blanket and stuffie can't stay in there- he's still getting tucked in with them. Yeah, it's weird taking those things away from an unmoving mummy...but it's best just not to think about it too hard !!

-> Larry, Nicky, and Teddy know him best.

Nicky has always been a bio brother to him anyway! So it's easy when the two have to "swap roles" sometimes.

Teddy's always there! With a kind word and a pat on the back. Even when the little prince wants nothing but to be held and carried. Ted is on board.

Larry is basically everyone's CG anyway. He's a father, and he's been taking care of all the museum's inhabitants. It's not a big surprise or adjustment when he finds out his glittery fancy Pharaoh needs some downtime to be a kid.

-> Larry is the one getting Ahk his gear (duh). The first thing he gets him is actually a sketchbook and pencils! Ahk loves to draw. Sometimes, he's just drawing colorful shapes to stim, or even some pretty impressive realistic artwork! He mostly has art supplies, plushies, and random trinkets. He'll play with anything so there's little need for real toys.

^ he does use pacis! But he prefers things like stim toys and chewlery.

-> little Ahk is a really fussy kid. He doesn't mean to be annoying or bratty, but lots of things just upset him. Bright lights, flashing, banging..construction down the street becomes an enemy if he happens to be teeny. He's largely mute, can't, or won't speak. But will cry. He's picky about his clothing, his toys, what rooms he's in...better not to do anything without consulting him first !

Feel free to RB, comment, send asks, etc!! I love talking about my weird little niches :]

#sfw agere #agere #age regression #safe agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #agere headcanons

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robotstrategy · 3 months

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Recalled • Part 4 • 30 - Roland

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Drops of black ink fall into the bathtub as Roland unravels the skin wraps Lee had wrapped him with. Lilian watches as he rinses off all the inky residue revealing the pieces of art across his body.

When Roland was ten he broke his arm, his mom got him a cast instead of a new arm because it was cheaper, he had drawn a shark on it and made the drawing into a permanent tattoo when the cast was cut off. At thirteen he was attacked by a shark that swam too close to the beach, that or he swam too far out. When he walked back onto the sand he was battered and bruised, he had scars that would still be on him today if they weren’t given to Nero and Connor. His step-dad told him it was karma for the things he did earlier that day, he didn’t even care that his step-son could’ve been eaten alive if Roland hadn’t beaten that shark to death.

Roland wonders why he still likes sharks, maybe he just never had the money or time to get the tattoo removed, or maybe it was the respect he had for a bigger monster out there; that no matter how awful he or his step-dad was, there was literal bigger fish to fry.

Roland curses himself, he’s thinking about his stepdad again, and how something could be worse than him. Admittedly dying to a ferocious animal is way worse than a few strikes to the back, but there’s a difference between a trigger-happy, abusive parent and a defensive, scared animal.

“Do you mind grabbing that second skin wrap over on the counter?” Roland asks Lilian as he thoroughly cleans his arms and legs.

Lilian goes over to grab the second skin. “Why are you covering it again, it’s too pretty to be covered.”

Roland laughs, taking the wrap from Lilian’s hands. “It’s not done healing, I just needed to get the extra ink off.”

Roland wraps up his limbs in the transparent gauze-like wrap before wrapping them again in blue bandages, he turns to the mirror to inspect himself, groaning at the sight of freshly emerged pimples.

Roland has the luck of a teenage girl when it comes to pimples, it’s like dandelions, there’s one, and then there’s a ton, and he can’t get them to go away as easily as his friends used to.

“You can use some of my face wash if you want.” Lilian eyes Roland.

“Ya sure? I mean, I don’t know if I should use stuff that isn’t really mine.”

Lilian scoffs. “Just because you’ve become possessive of your stuff doesn’t mean I have.” She pulls out an elastic and hands it to him. “Put your hair up, then it won't get in the way.”

Roland grabs the elastic and puts his hair in a high ponytail, a few shorter pieces fall back into his face. Lilian pulls out a specialty acne cream, apparently it’s supposed to pull out all the gunk in someone’s pores in a matter of four hours.

“Only put that on the spots that need it, or else you’ll wreck your face even more than it already is.” She hands him the tube, and she then goes for a bag of pimple stickers, placing some on her own problem areas. “Take your pick, you won’t want puss leaking out of your face when the treatment starts.”

Roland scoffs. “No offence, but I’d rather not have unicorns and teddy bears on my face.” To that Lilian rolls her eyes. “There’s some sea creatures in there if you dig hard enough.”

Lilian brushes her teeth while Roland places salmon and starfish on his face. “How’d you get it anyway?” Lilian asks, in reference to Roland’s acne.

“Chocolate pudding.”

“You’ve been eating that a lot.”

“It’s becoming a comfort food.”

And it really is, it’s a simple treat, but it seems like in any slightly stressful situation he’s gotten it. Back at the hospital when he had first woken up, in the support group, his mom had gotten him a carton of it as a treat when he got released from the hospital after the freakout with his meds. He supposes it’s what spam is to Hayden, but then again it was never something present in the basement, god forbid Sonia gets them anything nice.

However, Roland is happy that it hasn’t become such a big thing, last night he ate the last pudding cup he had in that pack of six. Admittedly having a cup almost every day isn’t the best, but if they were bought for him he should be allowed to have them.

“So what are you doing today?”

“Sleeping.”

Lilian gives him a look, staring him up and down. Roland scowls.

“What’s with all the attitude?”

She stays silent for a moment. “I thought you’d go get a haircut.”

“Don’t you need an appointment for that?”

“Leslie doesn’t get many customers these days, you’ll be fine.”

“Haven’t I had enough of altering my body this week?”

“I want to go outside you wet rat!”

Roland wheezes at the randomness of that insult. “What did you just call me?”

“A wet rat! Now go get dressed, and tell Mom we’re going out this time!”

Lilian waits outside on the doorsteps as Roland comes out the door, his hair still in a ponytail. As they walk out of the yard they’re greeted by Otto and Martha, who are out gardening.

“Hi dear, oh, what happened to your arms and legs?” Martha asks.

“Nothing, It’s just tattoo wraps.”

“Oh, are you doing the same thing that the other Recalls are doing?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Oh that’s lovely, are you taking your sister on a walk?” Martha peeks behind Roland to take a look at Lilian who clings to him.

“Apparently I’m getting a haircut,” Roland jerks the arm that Lilian holds onto, “I got called a rat.”

Otto and Martha share a chuckle, “Well, I hope you look less like a rat by the time your hair gets trimmed.” Otto jokes.

Roland and Lilian walk further down the street into the city.

“Do you know them?” Lilian asks.

“I had lunch with them last week, nice people.”

“I’ve never met them.”

“You should.”

Roland and Lilian walk down the street of the suburbs, every once in a while there’s a big tree overflowing onto the sidewalk, shading the path in which they walk. Sometimes there’s a swing hanging down from them. Roland has never noticed it, but it seems like the city has become more youth-friendly recently. Though, somehow there’s more anti-homeless architecture, and Roland is not necessarily sure if it’s meant to be anti-homeless, or anti-teenager. There’s a big puddle up ahead from the rainstorm last night, one of the many blessings in an Indiana summer, unfortunately, it’s not a blessing for the light-sleeping Roland.

When they get close enough to the puddle Roland hops over it, but Lilian jumps into it, splashing Roland in the process, wetting his socks.

“I thought you didn’t want me to be a wet rat.”

“I don’t, stop letting me make you a wet rat.”

Roland starts running down the street, hopping from side to side, avoiding the puddles while Lilian chases after him stomping through all the puddles. She eventually catches up to Roland despite her coordination, hugging onto his back.

“I guess you’re the wet rat now.” He laughs.

“No, I’m a mouse, a pretty one,”

“Of course,” Roland chuckles. “The prettiest one of them all.”

On the course to the hairdresser Roland feels Lilian leave his side, he turns around to see her eyeing dresses in the window of a tailoring service. She pats her shorts as if almost imagining it on herself, she then snaps back around catching up to him as he continues down the street, watching her.

Entering the salon the same bell rings as the door opens, before Roland can even look at Leslie's old desk, she’s already up in his face.

“Roland! I was wondering when I’d see you again!” She exclaims.

“Hi Leslie!” Roland responds.

“Come to get a haircut? It looks like you need one.”

Roland looks at his sister. “Lilian would agree with you.” Lilian nudges him in the arm.

“Well don’t waste any time, come sit down!” She gestures to her chair. Roland sits down in it, and she places a cape around him.

“So, do you still want that beach blowout?”

“I think I want something else.”

“No worries! Let me get you a magazine.” Leslie hands off a haircut magazine to Roland. “Boys these days like getting mullets, but honestly they look awful, at least the ones that they get.”

“I think it’s self-expression, ‘cause there’s no way they’re getting a girl with that cut.” Another hairdresser adds it sends a slew of giggles throughout the salon.

Roland points to a certain hairstyle in the magazine, “How about that one?” Leslie looks back at Roland, inspecting the hairstyle he points at.

“Huh, a short mullet.”

“Oh,” Roland looks to the ground. “I’m upsetting you aren’t I?”

“No, no, something like this could actually work for you. I think I’ll take it down a little at the back, and add a tinsy bit of length at the bottom.”

Leslie takes electric clippers to Roland’s hair, getting it down to a pixie cut. “I believe this belongs to you.” She hands Lilian back her elastic. Leslie escorts Roland over to one of the wash basins, surprisingly this freaks Roland out more than his experience at the tattoo parlour, because his head faces the ceiling and Leslie isn’t even telling him her next move.

“Oh April where did you get that top? It’s beautiful!” Leslie asks, looking in front of her.

“Thank you! I got it from a local artist! She gives half the profits back to the Rewind Ward near us.” April explains.

“Isn’t that the one who lost all three of her high school sweethearts to unwinding?”

“Yeah, see, so she dated the first one, then he broke up with her, then she got with the second one and he got unwound, then she got with the third one, then the first one got unwound, then a day before they were supposed to graduate the third got unwound.”

“Well, at least she only experienced heartbreak twice instead of three times.”

“The last one’s name was Zane right?”

“Yeah, Zane.”

It’s as if all the colour drained from Roland’s face, they’re talking about Valerie, he’s the first boyfriend in the unwound trio. Him, the guy he can’t even remember the name of, and Zane. One of the things that kept Roland sane at the beginning of his recall was that the two women he had hurt had good men to keep them company, Valerie had Zane and Risa had Connor. But Valerie didn’t have Zane, instead, he was unwound, he could’ve had so much, a loving girlfriend, and his place back on the varsity team, but instead he succumbed to the same fate as him. Roland can only hope that somewhere out there, Zane is kicking AWOL.

Leslie taps Roland on the shoulder, waking him from his daze.

“Are you okay hun? Sorry about them, I told ‘em to stop talking about it.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine.”

Leslie escorts Roland back to her chair. “I used to remember when I had to use the little high chair for you, now I almost have to send the chair to its lowest setting.” She reminisces. She pulls out a size 2 razor and clips it onto the clippers, he folds over Roland's hair and starts going at the sides.

“Leslie, do you think I look like a yin yang?” Roland questions.

Leslie furrows her eyebrows, “That's a weird question to ask.”

“I don’t know, my tattoo artist thought I was one.”

Leslie sighs. “You see, hair is one of the many ways someone can express themselves. Here, you can get so many people from different walks of life with all the different sexualities. Sometimes the feeling you’ve got about someone is right, and sometimes it’s completely wrong, so I just chose not to assume anything.”

“But if you had to.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“But-”

“Assuming makes an ass out of u and me. Besides, if you really wanted to know why wouldn’t you just look up yin porn.”

“Leslie! Lilian is right there!” Roland points to Lilian, she rolls her eyes for the third time today. “I know what porn is Roland.”

“I feel like you shouldn’t.”

There’s another ring at the door, a muscular ochre guy around Roland’s age enters the building, he’s got his hair half shaved off with thick dreads on the other side, and he’s got piercing green eyes that cut right into Roland’s possibly no longer existent soul. He walks over to Leslie’s chair, inspecting himself in the mirror, he then turns to Roland, who’s currently getting the main part of his mullet done.

“Seriously, another guy who wants a mullet?”

“Yes, but he’s letting me make it look good.” Leslie puts her hand into Roland’s view, gesturing to the guy in front of him. “Roland, this is my son, Dante. You two used to have playdates all the time when you were little.”

“We did?!” Dante seems just as befuddled as Roland is about this new revelation.

“Yes, we stopped bringing you around when his mom remarried… no offence.”

“None taken, that was a good choice honestly.”

Out of nowhere, Roland feels an arm wrap around his neck and the side of his face is pressed against the side of Dante’s. It practically flusters Roland and he thinks that Dante has just answered his question about him being yin yang. “Hm, yeah you do look familiar, we’ve got pictures together in your scrapbook don’t we Mom?”

“Dante! Get off him, I’m trying to cut his hair!”

“Right, right, sorry…” He backs off.

Leslie finishes cutting Roland’s hair, in the end, she’s right, taking a little off the back and adding a little on the bottom does make for a nice mullet. Roland pays with some of the money from the envelope and he and Lilian start heading home.

“So, should I leave you alone for the rest of the afternoon?” Lilian asks.

“Ew, no, gross, I’m not doing that, and you already knew I wouldn’t!”

“Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to see your reaction.”

Roland finds Lilian leaving his side again, he looks back to her staring at the same dress as before.

“You really like that dress don’t you?”

“Well, not that exactly, it looks a little tacky,” She sighs. “I just want a big pretty dress, y’know?”

Roland blinks at her, “I don’t, I’m a guy.” Lilian scowls.

“Tell you what, for your eighteenth birthday I’ll try to convince Mom to get you a pretty dress.”

Lilian gasps, “Really!”

“I said I’ll try, that’s not a promise.”

“Thank you!!!”

#unwind #unwind dystology #unwind fanfic #unwind series #sequel fic #roland taggart #unwind oc

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bikelock28 · 1 year

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What kind of parents to Ted do you think Remus and Tonks would've been if they survived?

I don't know why but I imagine that Tonks would be the 'easy one', the one who Ted could tell some juicy details from his teenage life and Tonks would be like 'ooh yeah I understand, tell me more!' and would sometimes behave like she's his friend rather than a mum (which sounds good but could be bad xD) I also imagine lots of cringe nicknames that would embarrass Teddy and lots of hugs and kisses, basically very affectionate and warm, like she was in books.

For Remus... I can't help but imagine him being loving but also strict and a bit cold. He would LOVE Tonks and Teddy obviously, but Remus is not naturally affectionate or open about his feelings and I don't think he would be a natural Family Man (like Arthur Weasley), so he would be reserved. He would express his love towards Teddy by saying how proud he was of Ted's Head Boy badge and ruffle his hair and clap him on the back. I also think his lycanthropy might affect their relationship - Remus would get grumpy, in turn Ted might also get sarcastic and grumpy if he's in a bad mood, which could result in a fight. Also, Remus gives me the ~old fashioned father~ vibes when it comes to discipline, if you know what I mean. BUT in spite of all this, Teddy would be a complete daddy's boy! Especially if he's more like Remus in personality and looks, and he and Remus could talk endlessly and understand each other.

Sorry for long post 🤡 what are your headcanons?

Thank you for your question. Don’t apologise for a long post- I love long posts:) and this reply has turned out v long also.

I touched on the answer a bit here: https://bikelock28.tumblr.com/post/624514058632232960/i-lobed-the-chapters-about-what-happened-to.

I don’t think either Tonks or Lupin would be very strict parents, but I also don’t think either would be the “friends with the kids” type. I don’t think either would be the Cool Parent, because frankly by the time children are old enough to fully understand/appreciate coolness, they’re too old to reckon it applies to their parents.

I think Lupin does most of the childcare. This means he and Teddy are close. Being a dad makes lupin happier than anything. He has a lovely relationship with Teddy: loves teaching Teddy stuff and is also good at being silly with him (remember this is a man who dressed Snape as Neville’s gran and who laughs at James’ jokes 20 years later! Do not underestimate the daftness Remus Lupin is capable of). I think Tonks would absolutely love all of the above.

I write Lupin as allergic to PDA with Tonks, and I think it would largely remain that way. But I don’t think he can keep his hands off Teddy, he is always hugging, tickling, kissing, ruffling hair, having Teddy climb on him, etc. It feels natural to him, he doesn’t even notice that he’s doing it in front of others.

If you grew up in a family where one parent was stay-at-home and the other went to work, you’ll remember that the latter coming home was a bit of a big daily occasion. I think that defo happens with Tonks- “MUMMY IS HOME! Mummy let me show you my drawing, mummy I scored a goal today” etc, hurling himself at her when she comes through the door. Plus it allows her to be Fun Mummy.

However, Aurors presumably work many evenings, weekends, early mornings. If you grow up with a parent who works shifts like that then as the child it’s normal to you. But for many mums that‘s guilt-inducing. I think Tonks would really struggle with that, which makes me sad. Though I suppose the good thing about being married to Lupin is that you’d always have someone to talk to about guilt lol! I reckon she’d buy Teddy all sort of daft and unnecessary toys to make up for missing bedtimes etc. These presents would largely be junk Teddy didn't actually want or need. Lupin would find this habit extremely irritating and it would probably be something they'd argue about: "It's just a silly plastic frog, it was ten knuts," "So why did you bother getting it?" "It's just a little token to say sorry for being away so much this week," "It's clutter we don't need, like that whistle you got him in the Summer. He knows you wish you were home more, Tonks- you don't need to spoil him with junk to prove it," etc etc.

BUT I also reckon Lupin would also be indulgent of Teddy in a different way, e.g:

I bet he’d hate leaving him to cry as a baby.

He’d have phases of extreme anxiety about Teddy’s safety.

Because Lupin’s self-loathing means that he believes he Is Bad, and because he carries a lot of shame, he would be weird and paranoid about Teddy growing up with similar problems. This would lead to him struggling with if an how to punish Teddy when he’s naughty, and with even the idea/wording of “naughty”/“good”/“you’re in trouble” etc.

Tonks, like many people, would find all the above bemusing and infuriating. I headcanon that Andromeda was quite a strict parent to her, and as far as Tonks is concerned she (Tonks) turned out OK. Therefore i think Tonks would have a more normal and healthy approach to punishment: “sending Teddy to bed without his pudding will teach him not to steal biscuits from the tin again”, “telling him he’s been naughty isn’t shaming him”, “he knows we love him even if we get cross sometimes”. Whereas Lupin, with his aforementioned shame and self-loathing would be troubled by all that. I think he would defo argue with Tonks about it. E.g a battleground would be if Teddy can/should sleep in his parents’ bed: "It helps him sleep," "No, Remus, it helps you sleep, but not me, and I'm the one who has to be up at five to go to work," "I'll have him on my side, then" "It doesn't matter, he'll still end up keeping us awake. You've got to get over this clinginess," "He isn't clingy," "He's going to be because of you, and you are because of him. Look, I know you get anxious sometimes about him being alone at night, but he's safe here. He's in the room nextdoor. Nobody is going to hurt him," "That's not what I'm worried about," "Remus, that's exactly what you're worried about. We both know it. It's OK, I understand, but you can't let it effect how we are with Teddy," etc etc.

As for their family relationships when Teddy’s older:

I don’t agree with you about Tonks being keen to hear the juicy details of teddy’s teen life, or him being keen to tell her- remember this is his mum! Plus, if Teddy’s anything like his dad, he’s a closed book. And Tonks has enough experience of Remus by then to respect that in Teddy.

I also disagree with you about Lupin getting grumpy around the full moon. In canon he gets ill, not bad-tempered, so there’s nothing there to cause arguments with Teddy. I don’t think having a werewolf dad would make school easy for Teddy (even though said dad is also a war hero). But I don’t believe Teddy would ever directly blame Lupin for that, because Teddy’s grown up seeing first-hand how being a werewolf is an illness.

Overall I think Teddy’s Hogwarts years would be a happy time for the family (as much as they can be when you have a teenager in the house!). I headcanon Teddy as always pretty independent, so him growing up and making choices would be cool for his parents to watch. Especially as he’s a bright lad, and I don’t head cannon him as having any interest in being an Auror or going into politics. Probably a relief for his parents on a personal level, but also a big signifier for them (and their Order friends) that the war’s over, and they won it so Teddy didn’t have to fight or campaign or be afraid. He can live the life he chooses. He can be normal. Well, as normal as you can be when you have turquoise hair ;)

However, by the time Teddy’s in 4th/5th year I headcanon that Lupin would be getting increasingly unwell. Probably walking with a stick and tiring easily. Of course that’s a difficult thing for a parent to experience, and a child to witness. I think Tonks would try to make this all seem OK and fail, and everyone would be miserable about it. But being a loving family makes even a miserable time a little better.

Hope you enjoyed this long answer. As always, feel free to weigh in or send Asks or Messages.

#Questions or something #Teddy lupin #my rambles #sorry for errors or unhingedess I am on a megabus on a Bank Holiday evening so anything goes

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sleepydrabbles · 8 months

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Things I Have Been Obsessed With:

Wings

Scars

Injury

Pain

Loneliness

Description of Emotion

Manga (as a specific art form)

Anime (as a specific art form)

Bakugan

D Gray Man

Pokemon

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Horses

Japanese (the language, yes.)

Describing personal experience

Money (not in the fun get-rich-quick way, no)

Drawing

Writing Original Stories

Writing Fanfiction (yes, that’s a different art form entirely)

Photography (of small things)

Organization (konmari’d the fuck out of my room three times)

Social Connection (I’ve elaborated on this too many times to explain here)

Astrology (Babylonian, Chinese, Personality Typing, etc.)

Random Generators (using them)

The floor (my RA has a photo of me lying on the dorm floor because I still find it nice and grounding)

Religion (mostly Ancient Greek, Ancient Roman, some Ancient Egyptian. Never got around to the Catholic Saints but it was a desire)

Piano (quit because brother stole my piano book and hid it for ‘being annoying’)

Fairy Idol Kanon (it’s a real series I swear)

Happy Happy Clover (manga)

Pandora Hearts

My Hero Academia

Genshin Impact

Books (Book Hoarding, Dragon Style)

Dragons

How to Train Your Dragon

Rise of the Guardians

BTS (Bangtan Sonyeondan, Beyond the Scene, etc.)

SEVENTEEN (kpop group)

Fashion (continues to baffle me)

Stretching (Inherited super stiff, tense muscles and wanted to be able to touch my toes)

Pilates

Haikyuu

Aikatsu (anime)

Nest Building (as in bedding, comfy clothes, etc.)

Food experimentation (not anything wild. Grapes and yogurt wrapped up in a tortilla was pretty good)

the details TM (apparently. I get told frequently that I notice the little things. I do not think they are little things. I continue to miss things my mother finds obvious.)

Tragedy (why the fuck did I read so many books about people suffering and getting hurt as a teenager. I can’t stand true crime, but I did read “Reviving Ophelia” by Mary Pipher and it did some serious damage)

Music (as a listener. I was looking for a vibe that I have now found successfully many times over but still can’t describe to people, lmao)

Eragon by Christopher Paolini

Circle of Magic series by Tamora Pierce

Harry Potter (spare me. I was eleven.)

The Fire Within Series by Chris D’Lacey (just checked to make sure I didn’t hallucinate it)

Mistborne Series by Brandon Sanderson

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho (my copy is a wreck of notes and underlined parts)

Studio Ghibli Movies (My Neighbor Totoro, Spirited Away, Kiki’s Delivery Service, Howl’s Moving Castle, Ponyo, Song of the Heart)

Avatar the Last Airbender

Tourist Spots in Japan (I’ve since discovered through personal experience that the normal city streets are my favorite)

“Aesthetics”, as in the practice of throwing together a bunch of photos with similar color schemes and themes and calling it a summary of a vibe

Eve’s Music (JPOP)

Yoasobi’s Music (JPOP)

Kenshi Yonezu’s Music (JPOP)

Aimer’s Music (JPOP)

Teddy Bears and stuffed animals

Stickers

Swimming

My Little Pony

Littlest Petshop

Barbie

American Girl Doll

Vague Endings to Stories

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Found Family

LGBTQ+ Labels and Groupings

Gender Presentation

Yaoi

Throwback Lists of 2000s Dance Songs

Character Playlists (That spotify thing where you name a playlist ‘[character] vibes’ and fill it with songs you think could be their theme)

Fairies (specifically that one book of flower fairies that’s really old and cute and seasonal)

Elves

being a Good Student TM (grades looked great! Other stuff not so much)

Human Biology

Drawing Manga Style

The Concept of Art

#this is an exercise in self awareness #mostly because I tend to classify all my interests #into easy-to-understand umbrellas #like manga #anime #etc #but the reality is #I was obsessed with certain features of the thing #and a lot of people find themselves put off #when they go to have a typical fan conversation with me #and I start taking tangent after tangent #until we’ve gone in circles together

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dance-in-moonlight · 2 years

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Suptober Day 15: Smoke

On a Wednesday during lunch break, Sam Winchester found himself sitting on a bench in the school yard, watching his older brother Dean with a scowl. He was next to one of their mutual friends, Charlie Bradbury. Charlie was such a sweetheart, always kind and funny. If someone didn't like her, that was a big fat red flag.

Anyways, Dean.

Sam's "cool" older brother was hanging out around a bunch of older kids on the other side of the school yard, all of them smoking. Sam hated it. He hated the smell, hated that the others deemed it cool, and most of all hated that his generally responsible brother, whom he looked up to, ignored all the negative effects it would have on his health. Why was he so stupid?

"You look like someone stole your teddy bear", Charlie chirped, poking him in the side. Sam looked over to find her with a folder in her lap, drawing dragons across a math test.

"I don't understand why Dean's being stupid", Sam responded.

Charlie just shrugged, seemingly unimpressed. "He's a senior. Most of the people in my classes are pretty stupid, guess it's part of the teenage experience."

"You don't smoke", Sam pointed out.

"True. I don't see what it's all about."

"See?" Sam sighed and dropped his head back. "I hate it, mom hates it. Dad is angry about it. I think he just does it to mess with Dad, show him he can do what he wants or something. He's usually so much smarter than that."

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Charlie stop drawing to look over at him for a little while.

"It really bothers you, huh?"

Sam turned his head and quirked a brow. "Isn't it obvious?"

Charlie closed her folder and got up. "Okay, I have an idea. Wait here."

Then she marched off, straight over to the group of older kids. Sam watched as their heads turned. Some of the boys said something, to which Dean responded with an angry expression. Defending Charlie, probably. Not that she needed it. She proceeded to talk to Dean for a bit, who seemed to listen despite moving his head in an annoyed manner. Some of the other kids giggled, others listened with concern.

When Charlie returned, Sam looked at her with a giant question mark in his face.

"What did you say?"

She winked at him and sat down without a response, watching the group. For a minute or so, nothing changed. Then, slowly, Dean put out his cigarette, followed by two other kids. Sam watched as his brother split from the group, looking around the yard until he found Charlie's red mane. He came over with quick steps, a frown on his face.

"Are you messing with me?", he asked once he reached them.

"Nope", Charlie responded casually, picking up her doodles again.

Sam coughed, Dean reeked of smoke.

"Damn." Dean rubbed his jaw, staring into the air, thinking. Eventually he chuckled and reached out to ruffle his little brother's hair.

"Don't do that shit, Sammy." With that he turned and walked away, probably to find Benny and Cas.

"What did you tell him?", Sam asked curiously.

Charlie grinned. "I told him that I overheard all the hot popular kids in my class talking about how disgusting it is to kiss a smoker."

"Ugh", he responded with an eyeroll, "but it works I guess. Thanks."

#suptober22 #Smoke #winchester bros #Highschool

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raeofgayshine · 3 years

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There’s some things I always think about doing and just... haven’t

#ravenpuff rambles #I was thinking today again about how I really want to commission someone to draw sunflower Peter #as a kid with May (his teddy)#but I can’t decide if I want him in his suit just sweet smiley boy #and save suit for later teenager sunflower Peter commission with bonus Night Spider MJ #but mostly I haven’t done it because I’m honestly just too anxious to approach anyone about it #but ya know #maybe one day I’ll get around to it #like imagine kid Peter and there’s a Sunflower for the background and he’s standing there holding May with the biggest grin on his face #one tooth missing looking a lot like Jamie from rotg but also so much like his dad #*at least one tooth missing I should say he is at that age #ughhhh I really have to get around to paying someone to do this just so I can stare at it forever #but like again anxiety like approaching a stranger???#wild couldn’t be me #plus I can never decide who I want to commission because there are so many talented people

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bwoahtastic · 2 years

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Kid fic/parent fic dialogue prompts

Couldn't find a list like this so I made it myself lmao (italics are meant to be the kid'z dialogue)

Newborn + just before birth

"I love you, but if this kid gets your hips I will murder you"

"They are so tiny!"

"Can't believe you made this perfect little human"

"Welcome home, little one"

"I will be a good parent to you, even though my own parents sucked. I will not let you go through that."

"It's just you and me against the world, little one."

"We want you to be their godparent."

"I love these baby snuggles"

"They threw up on me!"

"Don't cry baby, [parent] got you."

"You're worth the sleepless nights."

"Stay in bed, you dealt with them for 9 months. Now it's my turn."

"I can't do this alone!"

"Stop calling them your little Stinker" "But they are my little Stinker!"

"Our sweetest little surprise...."

Toddler

"Come on little one, walk over to [parent]!"

"I too want to have a breakdown in the supermarket but your [other parent] told me to get bread fast and we are in a rush darling!"

"Shouldn't you go and play with your friends?" "Want cuddles!"

"With the rate uncles/aunts/grandparents/friends are buying stuff for you, you will be the most spoiled kid ever"

"[Parent], I lost my teddy!"

"Just because they aren't biologically related to you, doesn't mean your [parent] loved you any less"

"I thought I'd lost you..."

"You are just going to stay with [other parent] for a bit, okay?"

"My tummy hurts..."

"....maybe they can stay home one more year" "Darling, its just preschool. They'll just learn how to draw and how to not pee their pants. They'll be fine"

"Don't be scared, I've got you."

"Throw your food around one more time and there will be consequences!"

"[Parent], can we play?" "No baby I need to finish this thing for work."

"What do you want for your birthday, little one?" "Want [parents] to stop fighting."

"[Parent], where are we?" "At the hospital, baby. Its all going to be alright."

Teenager

"You're embarrassing me!"

"I'm so proud of the person you've become!"

"Everyone makes mistakes, it's okay."

"I love you, no matter who you love or who you want to be. I just want you to be happy."

"[Parent]? I could really use a hug right now..."

"How did you grow up so fast? Yesterday you were still my little baby..."

"Stop being so stupid! Can't you see how bad that could have ended if I hadn't been there to save you?"

"Why did you never tell me they were my other parent?"

"Can you come and visit soon? I miss you little one."

"You're going to have (another) sibling."

"They broke up with me, [parent]..."

"Why did you not say you were failing your classes? I can help you."

"Why does my own kid hate me? What did I do wrong?"

"Someone called me saying they are my grandparent." "Don't ever talk to them again, promise me!"

"You are still as cuddly as you were when you were little."

[Parent] is any parental name like mom/dad/baba/moddy/nibi etc

#fic prompts #prompts #writing #list #kid fic #parent fic #kid fic prompts #parent fic prompts #non slash #family prompts

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astro-b-o-y-d · 7 years

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He’s a baby boy.

#Camp Camp #My Art #Teenage Dadvid AU #I just really wanted to draw lil' Max and also David holding him #And yes David absolutely has a backpack in the shape of a guitar #It has more room and doubles as a bag to carry Max's snacks in #Healthy snacks of course because he is a growing boy #Max hates them #But he doesn't know how to say 'Fuck you David buy me Mcdonalds' yet #Also David loves the fact that Max seems the most attached to the things that he passes down to him #Like his old sweater and teddy bear #Of course he buys Max new things but he's always drawn to the stuff that David used to own #It gives David hope #Makes him feel like maybe he's doing an alright job being a parent

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musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 years

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No Cult AU Headcannon's

Eden's Gate Youth Centre

Joseph | Founder

He mainly takes care of the younger children in the daycare section of the centre. He watches over activities and play time to make sure the children are all safe and happy, his favourite activity is arts and crafts because the children all make things for him and he has a cabinet at home specifically for whatever they make him. His fridge is also covered in drawings they've done for him.

He stays back at the end of the day and some of the older kids/teenagers will help him clean up and sit with him. He never makes them leave and stays as long as they do, the longest he's stayed was until 4am when one of the kids really didn't want to go home. He sometimes plays guitar for them and they form a small poetry reading group, he got them all into writing when he read them an excerpt from one of his journals.

There is a small chapel room in the back of the centre, Joseph is still a man of faith and he offers any of the youth a chance to sit with him and maybe listen to him read some passages. He's had a few of the children from highly religious families confide in him about their fears or disdain and he's always there to provide comfort, advice and support. The centre is obviously LGBT+ friendly so if there's any fears to do with that he is the first to provide any reading material or outside sources to help properly guide any of the youth curious of exploring their identities away from their families that may be less than supportive.

John had a big hand in helping get the centre made, He did most of the paperwork and legal side of things while Joseph had all the say in where and how it looked. John has full control of the social media pages they have for it, handles all the parents queries, organises all the paperwork they might need like parental permission slips and what not. He makes sure everything is up to code and they're not going to run into any legal problems, he's also better at charming people so he handles any complaints in person.

John | Co-founder & Public Relations Officer

The older kids love him, he's usually involved in educating them about sex, drugs, domestic violence and all the things in that realm and they have in depth discussions about these topics and he doesn't baby them through it which they appreciate. Afterwards they also get to sit around and gossip and John is not above gossiping with teenagers.

He tends to gravitate towards the more obviously troubled youth, he tries his best to connect with them and offer them whatever help he can give. He's good at breaking them out of their shells and getting them to open up. He's also in charge of going to authorities when they suspect a child is being abused in any way, he was hesitant at first obviously due to his childhood and what happened to him and his brothers but he does everything he can to ensure the children won't have to go through that experience. (I could see him visiting specific parents and blackmailing/threatening them to hell and back more often than going to the authorities)

Jacob | Scout Leader

Jacob runs scouts throughout the week and self-defence classes on the weekends. He takes the kids on a lot of excursions and teaches them the usual things you learn in scouts as well as a few other things he thinks are important to know. He can be a bit intense but he's also a giant teddy bear if any of the kids gets scared or hurt, He has a first aid kit on him at all times with the goofiest bandaid known to man. He does a whole army role call with the children at the beginning and end of the day and if any child is missing he goes on a manhunt.

He has an animal shelter he runs alongside working at the youth centre and the older kids will often come visit and volunteer to take care of the animals. Some even started working there part time and some got inspired to become vet's and animal rescuers. Jacob's absolutely the guy to refer to the youth he looks after as 'his kids' and it makes his bond with all of them a little stronger, especially when they're missing a father figure at home.

Along with the self-defence classes he helps a lot of the rowdier kids find non-destructive ways to expel their energy. He has a whole training course they can run and times them each and every time so they can know if they got faster at it. Rachel helps him make a bunch of badges he can give out as rewards, which really helps motivate the kids. He'll often wake up to a bunch of the older kids running the course, he's even found one or two running it at 3am no matter if it was raining or clear sky. He's had a million talks with kids on his own porch, giving them a real down to earth talk about how life is gonna suck but they're stronger than anything it'll throw at them.

Faith/Rachel | Part time Youth Worker

Rachel was one of the youth that attended the youth centre, it's one of the things that helped her seek out help for her addiction and support getting her away from her family. When she was older she became part of the team, mainly working with the older kids and teenagers. Joseph usually sends any of the kids struggling specifically with their sexuality or addiction to her, since she's able to speak to them on their level and relate in a way he couldn't. She acts as some of their sponsors if they need and she always celebrates their milestones with them.

She encourages exploring alternative coping methods and hobbies, she always finds something they enjoy doing and supports them when they become passionate about them. She learns how to do a lot of different things because she likes to engage with them, she dabbles in art, sculpting, singing, writing, editing, some sports, cooking and a myriad of other things. She's not incredible at all of them but she has fun and so do the kids. She becomes like an older sister figure in their lives and they're not afraid to come up to her outside of the youth centre to say hi or ask for advice.

She's studying when she's not working at the youth centre, making up for the things she missed when she dropped out of school and trying to figure out what she wants to do. Sometimes she'll do study sessions at the youth centre, mainly as an excuse to get her work done but to also motivate the kids to do their own work. She tries her best to help with any homework and she has a sticker sheet of gold stars she gives out whenever the kids pass a test or assignment. Some of them have their own stickers sheets and they all give her gold stars when she passes her own assignments.

#Far Cry 5 #Joseph Seed #John Seed #Jacob Seed #Faith Seed #No Cult AU #Headcannon Tag #I was doodling concepts of what the youth centre could look like and then got distracted writing these short hc's #I always get conflicted with Faith bc in this au for me personally I like the idea of Joseph actually helping her and not. being gross lmao #but anyway !! Scout Leader Jacob makes me fucking gay what about you!!!

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