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bungiri · 10 months

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ask and you shall receive....

ANYWAYS question for your oc wren uhh just give me any facts abt her, i mean anything, as much as you can actually (i will eat it all up)

(you can probably guess who i am, maybe not, who knows 😜)

HELLO 👁️ i think i know who u are AND THANK U FOR ASKING 🫂

omg idk where to start with her cuz i've been brainstorming a whole backstory (the wreniverse if u will) and her relationships w everyone IT'S BEEN FUN

before i start w some random facts, here's a doodle of her cuz i felt like i needed to draw her idk

ANYWAY, my rambling is under the cut RAHHH ‼️

— she is a half witch on her bio mother's side ! it's assumed that her bio father is a human that her mom had a summer fling with while traveling

— she's always been able to use magic ever since she was a little girl, but has very little control over it due to not having anyone to learn from + just not being able to practice it whilst growing up in the city

— however, she Did encounter a woman who claimed she was a fellow witch and was given a spellbook from her. she doesn't understand most of the spells inside though and hasn't attempted any besides the very basics

— her natural hair color is dark brown, but she uses her magic to change it to orange (á la that one scene in the craft)

— wren was adopted at 4 years old by two Very Loving and overprotective dads. she also has a brother who has a career as a well known street artist in the city

— she has reason to believe that she's related to mr. qi in one way or another DON'T LAUGH...DON'T LAUGH...SHE TAKES IT VERY SERIOUSLY (he neither confirms or denies it and his extreme vagueness frustrates her)

— before moving to pelican town, she used to work at McJoja (u can't tell me joja wouldn't have a fast food chain like...) but was fired due to a conflict with a customer and the manager was rly just fed up with her antics in general

— when she moved to the town, wren avoided haley and alex for a good week because she recognized them from high school. she was on the cheerleading team with haley, they weren't too close in hs, and alex was obv a popular gridball player

— her farm's name is deergrave farm and it's believed to be haunted. although she doesn't believe it herself, she likes to use its reputation to entertain the kids with spooky stories or creep abigail, sam, and sebastian out

— she has a big fat crush on lance who either returns or rejects her feelings depending on which route i take her story in 🤔 if she's rejected, they stay very good friends and something else happens with someone else i'm Sure u can guess who

— another route is the Vanilla route where stardew expanded is disregarded and in that route she ends up with haley !

— even though she adores jas, vincent, and kids in general, wren doesn't want any of her own. she's very adventurous and a kid requires a lot of attention that she feels she won't be able to provide. she's more than content with her dog and krobus who she eventually gets to come live with her as her roomie

THIS WAS A LOT IM SORRY i just love her already‼️

#stardew valley #stardew valley expanded #sdv oc #sdv farmer #stardew valley farmer #farmer wren #bunnyrambles?#bunnymail ⸝⸝ 💌 ★#Might finish that doodle cuz she looks very pretty to me

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aseriesofunfortunatejan · 7 months

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Listen, I hate sexism as much as the next guy (in case this post falls into the wrong hands, this is a quirky way of saying I am a woman and a feminist) but drawing tutorials that explain how to draw masculine and feminine shapes are not the enemy.

When your character design teacher tells you that when your viewers see a tall silhouette with broad shoulders, they'll assume it is masculine, it is not them enforcing anything - it is them acknowledging what is already there.

It's common knowledge in art that you need to know the rules in order to break them. It's not always to be taken literally, but this is a situation where it applies. If I don't know what comes off as manly in the first place, how can I make it so it subverts expectations when I reveal my character is a feminine woman? How do I challenge the status quo if I refuse to acknowledge it?

It is a fact of life that by presenting outside the binary or outside your birth sex, you are "breaking the rules". How are visual representations of humans to go by different rules? I yearn for more diverse artworks and characters just like you do - but you can't expect artists to represent everyone accurately if you don't allow them to learn the basics. It would be unfair to blame artists for the extent of gender fuckery in their representations bring "androgynous nonbinary teenager" if you don't allow them to sit with a teacher who tells them how to draw what could be a beautiful and accurate pre-op trans woman.

I focused on subverting ideas of gender, but I have also observed issues with artists who don't know how to draw a feminine silhouette - leading to uncanny character designs, and to making women feel misrepresented, as though their bodies are misunderstood. Similarly - have you never wished some artists with anime styles would stop drawing all their gay men as thin pretty boys with soft features? There's more than just skill playing a role, of course, but when it comes to young artists I know for a fact many are intimidated by broad shoulders, fat and muscle mass. Perhaps a tutorial titled "how to draw a fat person" would sound offensive to some, but something along those lines is needed if we want to represent fat people, be it neutrally or positively, in media.

This is not to say all tutorials are made equal or that most tutorials are perfect. Far from that. This post was written in reaction to a post I saw, which mocked a tutorial for giving an example of how to draw a female shape and a male shape. The guidelines were widely different and the drawings were made to look like the average woman and the average man - but all their labels said was "female" and "male". Comments complained that this tutorial implied sexist things or enforced the binary... It's like some people forgot what "male" and "female" mean. And I don't mean that in the USian Conservative sense. I mean to remind you that I know men who are born female. Sex is different from gender - this is also one of the basics.

Of course, cis women don't all have a hourglass shape, and cis men aren't all over 170cm tall. But your art teacher isn't being an idiot if he tells you that if you tease a character by showing their silhouette with a short stature and curvy features, people will be surprised when they turn out to be a guy. He's helping you make an informed choice.

#this isn't well thought out I'm wasting time I'm busy

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pinkieloveheartpastel · 9 months

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I started loving art more when I broke out of the extremely narrow mindset that I HAVE to only draw skinny people with smooth, hairless skin, small noses, and no “imperfections” whatsoever.

I started loving bringing so many different beings to life and declaring them beautiful and ethereal and magical, because they are. Seeing diversity is magical and beautiful and ethereal.

And when you break out of that mindset, that brainwashing, you start to notice many, many, many artists tend to draw exactly the same.

It’s the same formula for EVERYTHING: Thin bodies, small noses, white features, smooth skin, nothing different, and they all claim it’s “just their style”, but… why tf is that one “style” everyone’s “style”?

Almost every single artist, especially mainstream artists, has that typical formula where they draw a woman with a small upturns nose, skinny body, and doll-like features. Same with men. Always super thin with muscles, always angular features, always the same exact body type and features. Every. Single. Time.

Even with nonwhite people, it’s the same formula. Cause everyone is doing that so-called “style”.

And that is brainwashing. But people are so brainwashed that they don’t even believe it’s brainwashing, and simply tell you it’s “just what they gravitate to”.

Yeah, sure, after years and years of being told only certain features and bodies are acceptable and the beauty standard, of course. Of course that’s what you’re going to gravitate to in order to fit in, be acceptable, not rock the boat, etc. Of course it’s what you find beautiful after having it being thrown in your face since birth.

And if anyone ever deviates from this style, if you decide to draw a bigger body, or a large nose, or wrinkles, or even a woman with body hair and a mustache and a unibrow, everyone gets quiet… they get uncomfortable? Why did you draw this person fat? Why is their nose “so big”? Why does this woman have a hairy body? Why would a woman have a mustache and a unibrow? Shouldn’t she shave it? Why this? Why that? Why why why? Why deviate from the norm? Why aren’t you like us? You make us uncomfortable.

I legit saw someone question as to why someone’s artwork of Aphrodite was fat, and it pissed me off so much, especially as someone who sees her as fat. I also saw people questioning why someone decided to make a Bratz doll with a large hook nose, and complained about the nose being “too big”. They claim the doll was beautiful, it just need to have a smaller nose. The casual fatphobia and antisemitism is so fucking disgusting, and people don’t even fucking stop to ask why they even feel this way.

And yet they swear up and down it’s “just a style”.

If it was “just a style” then a being having a fat body and a hook nose wouldn’t be a problem for these people.

Let’s just get one thing straight, a body is not a fucking style. And actual style is macabre and morbid art, fantasy art, whimsical art, flat art, cartoons, realism, surrealism, painting, sculpting, all of that shit is an art style. NOT A FUCKING BODY.

Just say you’re a fucking bigot.

I remember feeling a discomfort as I decided to draw a feminine being with facial hair for the very first time. I did this because I was so tired of seeing hairless femininity, but as I did so, the mindset that I had to stick to what I knew came over me.

But that discomfort was a part of my being programmed by white supremacy to only do what is “acceptable”. To only follow the crowd and never deviate. And one day, I just said fuck that. Cause why tf do I need to do that? Why the fuck do I need to do only what’s “comfortable”.

Fuck you and your comfort. I am a feminine being with facial hair and a hairy body, and I deserve to be seen. And so does everyone else. Period.

#art #bigotry #vent #fatphobia #antisemitism #diversity #body diversity #diverse art

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elizabethh1125 · 2 years

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Springtrap/ William Afton with a chubby reader- (sfw and NSFW)

Hello my stinks!!!!!!! I’m a GRADUATED a WOMAN wOOOOOOOOHOoo!!! And I’m off to collage in the fall! Yay! Anyways yes! That was the huge delay y’all I’ve been on that grind trying to complete this year and get though all that mess but here I am! I’m back! And to celebrate my return I will be posting fang head cannons for a whole week! Yes that means a post every. SINGLE. DAY. y’all!!!! I love you all so much more then you think. And also- quick note: WE HIT OVER 100 FOLLOWERS OMGGGG TY ALLL SO MUCH IM CRYINGGGG ❤️ just with that enjoy an extra 2 more headcannons today and throw some requests in for what y’all want to see! Please it would help lots and lots! (One final thing and I’ll let you go): would you all like me to create a new blog for more of my other works not in the fnaf fandom? I’m in love with Oscar Isaac and have the urge to write a Poe Dameron fic. Anyways love y’all thanks so much and enjoy!!!

-Eli <3

Willam:

Pretty sfw (a few hints):

Fucking loves the shit out of you.

You're so soft and he loves to just hold you from behind.

Will make you be his little housewife (duh because it's Willy) but while you're doing dishes he will come behind and just hug you, kissing up your neck and to your ears and telling you how beautiful you are.

Traces on your skin with his fingers.

Weirdly enough will squish your face

If you decide to have kids he loveees how your soft stomach holds his seed. (COUGH-*)

Will compliment you endlessly, and if you ever say no, or ew, he will tease you and pester you until your forced to agree.

Buys you tons of fancy dresses and outfits to show you off.

Especially likes to buy custom fit funtime clothing (if you know what I mean)

Gets mad if people stare. But he never loses his cool, just makes subtle comments and rants about it later.

Draws you. (That's a headcannon for another time, but I believe William is a hardcore artist as well) and so he draws you all the time.

If you like to eat, he might feed you if you let him. And if you have issues eating he might just feed you if you like it or not.

NSFW:

grips your rolls when he fucks you.

Likes to slap your tummy.

And if you have a big butt (or really any butt at all lol) he will grab that and smack it as well.

Will cum on your stomach.

Praise kink GALORE!!!!!

If you have chubby thighs... The man might just pass out.

He loves thick thighs-

I'm talking thigh high socks.

Rubbing himself in-between them.

Man is rancid.

Overall the guy is head over heels for you no matter how you look. He's a simp.

Springtrap:

Sfw:

loves it but would never tell you.

Secretly sends you nice outfits to wear to work, but you always wear the same stupid uniform.

He tries to hint at you being able to wear normal clothes since it's the night shift but you never listen.

Sometimes you guys sit in the office and you always somehow end up in his lap. It doesn't matter how big you are, the suit is always bigger.

Squishes you so much it annoys you.

And you always tell him but he continues because he knows it bothers you.

Sometimes it is an ass and makes a few mean Comments but only in a teasing way.

Wishes he could be back to his old self so he could wife you up.

Stalks you. Literally he is so creepy.

Got a burner phone just to text you from Fazbear frights.

Feeds you just like William would.

Would break any other worker's arms if he heard them talking about how you look.

Deep down wants to tell you how beautiful you are.

NSFW:

Avid fat girl porn watcher.

Like he loves his bbw

Imagines you spread wide for him.

Can't fuck you cause of the suit, but can lick you with a tounge and can also use his fingers.

Loves to watch your chub jiggle as he fingers you, or eats you out.

Ties you up so he can see your rolls poke between the rope.

Might just let one little comment slip about how hot you look.

Definitely took stalker shower pics of you and masterbates to it later.

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creek-cryptid-deluxe · 1 year

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Y'all... there is more evidence that L is indeed my soul mate, my person, the only one who truly gets me. Let's see what has transpired.

Piece of Evidence #1: I was complaining about my hip messing up & making me 'useless'. He responded with, "Baby you are so efficient & so good at so many things, the gods had to nerf you for being OP somehow." in the most sincere tone.

Piece of Evidence #2: We were hanging out on the deck & I got up, saying I was off to do dishes (while limping because I tore something picking up Zel when she was hurt). He said, "Ok... WAIT! NO! I'll do them! Sit!" I reminded him that he'd said he'd do them for the past 3 days & hadn't. He said, "[Dr M] I command you to not do dishes!" I laughed & told him he was under leveled for the "Command [Dr M] spell" outside of specific circumstances in which my constitution is considerably lower. He got mildly offended & began going off about how his current Skyrim character can summon a ghost that's way above her level and that a 'debuff character build is valid'. I reminded him that this isn't Skyrim & he isn't a wood elf. A bit later I told him that if he ate in the next 15 mins, I'd relent (because he forgets to eat). Within 2 minutes he was in the kitchen making food while glaring at me & mumbling about blackmail.

Piece of Evidence #3: he knows I like to watch old episodes of Big Fat Quiz when I don't feel well & actually suggested we turn it on one night when I was clearly struggling but was doing an alright job faking it. For the last 4 nights in a row, that's all we've watched because he loves it... especially if Richard & Noel or Noel & Russell are a team.

Piece of Evidence #4: he walked in to me playing bass on my leg while painting cabinets & immediately asked if I was listening to Primus on loop again. He's also figured out how to gauge my pain/mood based on what I'm listening to (because some days I have to get real angry to make my body function, so I listen to shit like Slipknot/Tool/Nine Inch Nails/Manson/Kidney Theives).

Piece of Evidence #5: yesterday i went outside to talk to him & paused the music on my headphones as I sat down. He said, "Aw no more MSI? They do go hard." Apparently he could tell it was them just based on what he heard at a distance through my headphones. Genuinely never been with anyone who knows of them, much less likes or can ID them like that. (Before you come for me, yes I know Jimmy is a POS [anyone with half a brain could easily draw that conclusion] . I like the sound of their stuff and have never paid for any of it. It is called separating the art from the artist. You'd be horrified by my back tattoo. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Grow up.)

So yeah... dude is absolutely the one for me. (This is all on top of how extremely understanding he is when my bod/hormones malfunction & all the things I've always adored about him throughout our friendship.)

He actually asked me the other day when I developed feels for him. I told him that I'd always really liked him but like... he had some deal breaker stuff & was with my (then) friend. But that in early August (before I moved in but was staying over to hang out for a couple days), there was a massive storm that broke a massive part of a tree off in the yard of the house across the creek out back. It was hanging on the electrical wires & without hesitation he ran over to help the homeowners. I sat and watched from the driveway as he helped them cut it down. (Note: til then he hadn't ever interacted with them.) Then as he was walking back across the creek afterwards, the elderly woman who lived there with her husband called across to me "You've got a good man!" & L turned and said "Aw she's my best friend, it's not like that." I found myself feeling really... sad? Then internally I went "Oh fuckstockings. I'm in love with him. Goddamn it. This... might be a fucking problem." Then a couple weeks later it wasn't a problem because I basically lived here. And nearly 5 months later we are still great. No fights because we both speak very frankly and clearly when stuff is going on. There's some communication stuff because he's been programmed to read into things, but we talk about it.

Shit is dope.

#life with l

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bobokitty · 3 years

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Muscular Bodies

So, I’ve always struggled with muscular chests, especially masculine ones. I asked one of my teachers who’s a lead animator at Powerhouse for some tips. This is how he explained it to me:

“So this is art by a comic artist named Mike Hawthorne. If you have 10 dollars to spare, he has a cool book on anatomy. But basically, the musculature on the chest attaches to the sternum at B and stretches and attaches near the shoulder at point C, so those are the points when bunching will occur. D is where the most stretch or contraction will be seen on the pectorals during motion. So when the shoulders rotate in, the chest will get bigger and rounder, and when stretched it will get thinner(animation squash and stretch!). Part A for the most part stays the same. It doesn't move the way a female breast would. Female breasts are fat deposits that hang off the pectoral. So their motion is greater and their squash and stretch is greater than male pectorals. Even if they are small. So basically, unless you are drawing fat men or men with gynecomastia, there will be now hanging. Instead it will be a built up puffiness the buffer they are.

Notice the nipple placement both down and raised. They are virtually the same. Even with the chest spread out they have maintained their original position due to the tightness of the muscles. BUT also notice the shape change as the connections are spread from one another and that squashed puffiness of the chest flattens a bit and turns into wings when the shoulders are spread out.”

[I then asked him about how to show the difference when the character is wearing a shirt in a more simplified style suited for animation]

“Okey dokey, so I went with an androgynous body shape(which would be even more hidden under clothes). If you look at the difference between where one settles(2). The chest on a male(stereotypical fit) raises as tension across the chest holds the breast upward. Women's breasts(I don't actually have to explain this to you I am sure, but sometimes it will help the concept click) actually exist on the top of the muscle and therefore there isn't anything "holding them up". Observing the shoulder connection shows a weight difference as well, pulling the chest downward and in.

So when they have shirts on, one of the most important things is the chest drop(2) and then the distribution of the chest area, pronouncing the center of the chest on men and the "carry" of the chest by the shirt on women. Even smaller chested women with have a center pull but no center separation outside of female body builders.

This is Donna Moore(she's a fucking bad ass). She's a multi time world's strongest woman. Even with her frame and muscle mass she shares this "rule".

And even in a fairly baggy shirt(front-wise) we can see a split. So while neither of these power house people are the norm, it is an easy way to tell the difference. Especially in anime when most characters, both male and female, share features.”

[So, this kind of made it click for me, and he gave me permission to share this. I’ve seen a lot of art help out there for drawing muscular chests, but my brain still struggled to understand. This seemed simple enough and is like, oh, it’s the bump shape. Thought I would share in case anyone else might benefit]

#art tips #art help #how to draw #muscular chests #clothing #art tips from an animator

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trexy225 · 2 years

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Three Hearts- Chapter 2: The Mariannas

TW: Allusions to domestic violence (Not shown)

Summary: Olivia meets her new family

The girl got out of bed with dark circles under her eyes. A female servant was waiting outside and when Olivia cracked the door, she changed the young girl into her schoolgirl outfit and used concealer to hide the circles. Olivia sat down numbly as the servant tried to tame her wild, brown curls. As Olivia gets her backpack and goes to eat breakfast, she sees her mother downing a bottle of wine, an angry welt on her face, covered by makeup. As Olivia is given her breakfast her mother manages to give her a tight-lipped smile. “Are you ready for school today dear?” She asks her, Olivia responds with a small nod. She quickly finishes her breakfast and goes with their butler to school, nervous yet excited for this new stage in her life. As she is dropped off, she heads to her classroom and is greeted by a kind woman with a soft smile, Olivia chooses to sit next to a little girl with long dark brown hair and a grey streak in it. As Olivia sits down, the girl turns to her and offers her hand, smiling. “Hello! I’m Vanessa, our teacher is my mom, isn’t that cool?” She asks the shy girl, who simply nods. The kind woman calls the class to order and looks at the class. “Good morning class! My name is Mrs. Marianna, and I will be your 1st-grade teacher for this year. I have taught high schoolers before deciding to learn with you all! Please go around the room and introduce yourselves as well as what your favorite thing to do is.” She tells the class. The students follow her instructions one by one until they reached Vanessa, who proudly exclaims. “My name is Vanessa Marianna, and my mom is our teacher!” That was followed by a chorus of oohs, and ahs. Vanessa continued “My favorite thing to do is draw! I want to be an artist someday!” she smiled proudly, the class looked at Olivia, who went next. “Oh, hello. My name is Olivia Octavius… My favorite thing to do is…” The girl paused, realizing she didn’t really have a favorite thing, never truly connecting with the many activities her parents forced her to do just to get rid of her for a day. “My…My favorite thing to do is…read?” she replies and quickly looks down, hoping to not get asked any more questions. The students continued until the last student said his part. After school, as Olivia was starting to leave Vanessa stopped her. “Do you want to come over to my house and have a playdate? It will be so much fun!” She asked, excited. Olivia was about to refuse until she remembered her mother's face and the screaming fights and nodded. “That would be nice, I need to tell-” She looked over at the butler, who was waiting patiently. “Your dad? Ok! I’ll wait right here.” Vanessa cut her off and waved Olivia off to go tell the butler. “I-I will be going to a friend's house.” She told the butler, who simply nodded. “Call me when you need to come home Miss Octavius.” the butler replies as he gets into the car. “Yes, thank you.” Olivia turns and walks back to an excited Vanessa, her mother Mrs. Marianna now next to her. “I can come home with you,” she tells them. “Yay! You’ll love it there! I can’t wait for you to meet my cat Skippy, he’s so fluffy and handsome!” Vanessa says as she grabs Olivias hand to start heading home. They approached a modest townhome, going inside they were immediately greeted by a very happy fat grey and white cat, who immediately jumped into Vanessa's arms, purring happily. Mrs. Marianna closed the door and smiled at Olivia. “Olivia, would you like something to eat?” She asked her. “Yes please,” Olivia responded politely. As her eyes wandered she looked into a small room that was full of strange equipment, she went into the room, in awe. “Do you like it? It’s my science room where I-” Mrs. Marianna started before Olivia cut her off. “Science?” She asks. Mrs. Marianna smiled, “Yes science, it’s an amazing subject and it is very important, we will learn more about it in school.” She told her. “Can I learn it now?” Olivia asks. “Well-” Mrs. Marianna starts before Vanessa runs in. “Come on Olivia! I want to show you my room! You and my mom can talk later.” Vanessa drags

Olivia off. As Vanessa shows off her art collection, Olivia looks at her shelves of books, her eyes settling on a blue book labeled “Oceans”. Vanessa noticed this and sighed. “Olivia that book is so boring! Here, here’s a book you should read!” She hands her a book titled “Sleeping Beauty”. And although Olivia was not that interested, she accepted it nonetheless. As the two talked happily together, drawing and reading they heard a door slam shut. Olivia jumped and closed the book suddenly, her eyes darting around for a place to hide, but Vanessa jumped up happily “Dad’s home!” She exclaimed as she ran down to hug her dad. Olivia hesitantly followed her, and was shocked to see a laughing family, something she was not used to seeing. Mr. Marianna saw her and gave the same warm smile Mrs. Marianna gave her. “Hello! I’m Vanessa's dad, what’s your name?” he asked her, offering Olivia his hand. Olivia took it hesitantly and shook it, she wasn’t used to this, and she didn’t like it. “I-I should get going I wouldn’t want to disturb you.” Olivia started, to which Vanessa protested. “What?! But we could have a sleepover!” Vanessa pleaded. “Maybe another time Vanessa, Olivia is right, it’s getting late.” Mrs. Marianna tells her daughter, turning to Olivia. “But we’ll walk you home, where do you live Olivia?” She asked as the family started getting ready to go out. “432 Park Avenue but you really don’t have to” Olivia started until Mrs. Marianna cuts her off. “It’s ok, I know you and Vanessa still want to spend time with each other, and this is a good compromise.” Mrs. Marianna says as they all go outside. “What’s your favorite book?” Vanessa asked Olivia. “What?” Olivia replied. Vanessa held out two books, the ocean one, and the sleeping beauty story. “You said you liked to read, so what’s your favorite book?” She asked her. “Oh, I don’t really have a favorite book, I just read,” Olivia replied, it was a way for her to escape her real life, although she was never really interested in what she was reading. “That’s weird, here you can borrow these two! Hopefully, you might like one of them.” Vanessa told her. “Thanks, Vanessa,” Olivia replied, taking the books. “Call me Nessa, that’s what my friends call me!” Vanessa said. “Ok, Nessa” Olivia replied with a soft smile. “I can call you Liv! So we have friend names!” Vanessa said as she took Olivia's hand. “Ok!” Olivia replied. As the two girls chattered together, already best friends, when they reached 432 Park Avenue the butler took the family up to the penthouse, where Olivia’s family lived. As they approached the door Mr. and Mrs. Marianna heard the Octaviuses fighting. They gave each other a worried glance as Olivia ran inside, embarrassed. The Butler shooed them off. “Well wait I want to meet them-” Mr. Marianna started. “Actually Olivia can sleep over if she wants-” Mrs. Marianna added on but the Butler raised a hand, “Miss Olivia will be taken care of, but she is more than happy to visit you all again, thank you for returning her to us.” The Butler told them as he led them out, practically shoving them into the elevator. The Mariannas looked at each other as the door shut, and even though they were in the elevator, the Octavius’s screams still echoed in their ears.

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helmarok · 2 years

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Y'know what? I like you *sends you a nice ask to counteract all the hate you get because you're cool and have a massive brain*

1) Honestly, transfemme James is one of my favourite interpretations of them! Like... look at them and try to tell me they're cis. I personally headcanon they're genderfluid with he/they pronouns, but she/they James is such a godtier headcanon I love her

2) Ngl, I feel like all the people saying James is gay and thus can't be with Jessie are just Woke 90s Kidz who watched Indigo League when they were young and make FaceBook posts about how much Ash sucks. Obviously James being gay or Jessie being a lesbian aren't bad headcanons, but getting upset over someone else seeing them both being bi/pan/ply/omni and shipping them romantically together isn't very cash money of these folks. The only bad Rocketshipping is cishet Rocketshipping /hj

3) If I'm being honest, you should make James (and by extension Jessie) even more LGBT than they already are!

4) Being a bit more serious for a second, as a femme lesbian whose fat and has hairy arms, seeing you draw Jessie like that and still portray her as being kind of feminine means the world to me. I rarely see hairy or fat women portrayed in such a positive way (much less femme woman), but seeing one of my favourite characters of all time with those characteristics makes me incredibly happy!

In conclusion, you're a fantastic artist with stellar headcanons and you don't deserve all this hate you get

AAAAAGAGHHHHHHHHJHHJH&38364&4$4&5 THANKYOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

i try to go for that a lot im glad you like my art! i really want other people to see the characters looking different from usually and feel good about it, cuz thats a feeling thats hard to get when fandoms are just a white, skinny, cishet mess.

I ALSO AGREE WITH YOURE HCS FOR JAMES TOO!!! i hc them to be genderfluid as well, though i usually just keep it broad when talking about them by just saying transfem or nonbinary cuz the amount of labels that mf has needs its own wikipedia page... thats why its weird to see the woke assholes being like "it's homophobic to draw james with jessie when james is gay" my guy theyre licherally nonbinary and bisexual but ok 🙄 and dont even get me started on how a weird chunk of rocket fans or generally anyone who likes them thinks jessie is like... cishet i guess. i hc to be cis, but as for the het part????? if you dont see the history she has with cassidy or wendy the Juice Girl, you're just straight up STUPID. jessie loves women and is proud of it and if the writers had balls, she'd go crazy over some fucking rich chicks in canon and you know it

its also a very rare case i see people draw women with body hair, even when they are a progressive artist or whatever. as though hair is the one exception? artists who draw fat women and woc and all that seem to either avoid or forget that many women have body hair and arent shaved clean every waking moment... anyways little rant over, its just really nice to draw jessie being fat and hairy and still just jessie. none of those things makes a difference on attractiveness or femininity, like shes still very much a woman and a beautiful one at that

so thank you for this, anon 😭 at first my heart dropped when i saw the notif cuz i was wondering what hate i was gonna get this time, and this made my week to get something nice for once 🥺💖

#THANK YOU WAAAAAHHHHH 😭🥺💖#askbox #anon #long post #i am. crying

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vhsrights · 3 years

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MORE MOMILY BUT WITH A baby girl??? ;-;

this was super fun to write!! thank you :)

An Unusual Canvas

WC: 1794

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The soft footfalls of the little girl running on hardwood echoed against the walls. Her dark, silky curls bounced around her shoulders, flying freely behind her. Eyes full of sparkle, the girl was focused on her task. Small fingers grasped tighter around the brushes in her hand. She had to make sure that she got everything that her mama had asked for.

“Leia? Bird? Is that you?” The older woman was turned to face the far wall, her body perking up at the click of the doorjamb.

“Mama! I got the bushes!” The little girl lowered off of her tiptoes and pushed the door open.

“Brushes, Bird, they’re called brushes. Thank you. Are you ready?” The girl enthusiastically offered her hand forward, teeming with bristled brushes, to Emily.

Emily turned around and beamed at her daughter. Today, JJ was going out to run errands and Emily was going to paint Leia’s room. Well, she’d had a better idea but JJ didn’t need to know about that just yet. The girl in front of her somehow had managed to look like a spitting image of herself and her wife. That was one of the perks of being able to pick your donor, she believed.

“Br-bru-brushes.” The girl sounded the word out slowly, just like her Mommy had done when she taught her how to say “snack”. “Look, Mama, I said it! Brushes! Yeah, I wanna paint.”

Emily nodded zealously at the girl’s accomplishment and noted the twinkle in her eye. It was one that she saw in JJ’s when the blonde was focused on a task. She took the brushes from Leia and sprawled them on the dark mat that covered the light carpet. Turning to her side, she pulled the two paint cans close to the brushes, creating their “painting station”. Leia excitedly clapped her hands, ready to paint.

“Okay, so we are going to paint your room a nice yellow color. Then, I have a special surprise for you. Does that sound good?” When she received a staggering yes, Emily turned her attention back to the light, yellow paint can.

The girl nodded her head and pushed back her sleeves, copying Emily. She beckoned the little girl to her, spinning her around to pull her hair into a loose ponytail. They didn’t need paint getting in Leia’s hair too. Walking back to her spot on the wall, Leia clapped her hands. It was now time to paint. The floor was safely covered and the girls had everything they needed.

Emily reached over and handed Leia a wide, dark-bristled brush. She popped open the tin of paint, tediously demonstrating to Leia how to dip her brush in and remove the excess paint on the side. Leia’s eyes followed her every move and took in every detail. JJ and Emily had understood that her observation and logic skills were highly developed since she was a baby, making things more interesting for them. Mimicking her Mama’s motions, Leia got a large glob of paint on her brush. She looked over at Emily, hesitant to make the first mark.

“Together, Bird.” Emily held hope in her eyes, pushing Leia to smile as they simultaneously touched their brushes to the wall.

“Look, Mama! I’m doing it!” Her brushstrokes were even as she artfully glided her brush against the wall. She squealed out of excitement.

“Wow, Bird, that’s great. Why don’t we cover a little bit more with yellow before I tell you about the surprise?” Emily glanced over at the girl’s work, impressed at her proficiency. A natural artist, JJ will love that. “Just do that little bit by your knees and then we can stop with the yellow.”

“Okay, Mama.” Leia’s eyebrows furrowed and her tongue stuck out a little bit as she focused on her painting once more. Emily admired her daughter while setting down her own wide brush, selecting smaller brushes, and bringing the other paint forward.

“I’m done.” The little girl set down her brush and looked expectantly at Emily. “Surprise time?”

“Yes, Bird, surprise time. I know this is your room, and you picked the yellow, so I had an idea. We can do something to make the room really pretty and then show Mommy when she gets home. Do you want to draw butterflies with me?” Emily beamed at her daughter, knowing how much JJ would love the butterflies on the wall.

“Butterfly?” It took Leia a little bit of time to process. “Yeah, I wanna do it, Mama! We can make the room pretty for Mommy.”

“Sounds great, Bird. Okay then, pick a color to paint with. Do you want blue or red?” She gestured to the paint cans in front of the little girl.

“Blue! Blue! Mommy loves blue and I do too, so I wanna paint with blue.” Leia bounced up and down excitedly, teeming with new energy at the thought of drawing butterflies.

Emily and Leia giggled as they set up to draw their butterflies. Both took smaller brushes and carefully brought their paint to where they needed it. Leia sat on the ground beside Emily, eyeing her mama for directions on what to do.

“Okay, Bird, the first thing you’re gonna do is get some black and make a small, fat line like this.” The woman cautiously made the middle of the butterfly, making sure the paint didn’t run. She then turned her attention to what Leia was doing. “Perfect, just like that. You can stop it there.”

Guiding the little girl, Emily helped her draw the curved outline of each wing. They went slowly, monitoring the inching paintbrush extremely carefully. Satisfied with each exaggerated curve, Emily and Leia admired each of their butterfly outlines. Emily’s was heavily intricate, exhibiting multiple patterns and intricate lines. Every delicate stroke popped against the light wall, making Emily that much more excited to show JJ.

“Bird, are you ready to dry it? I have to use the hairdryer so that it’s not wet when we add your blue and my red.” Emily inquired the young girl was examining her dark outline on the wall. “I have it right here so we can put it on high and do it quickly.”

“Okay, Mama. You can dry it. I wanna add the blue.”

Leia backed away from the wall as Emily plugged in the dryer to the nearby outlet. The dryer was loud but it was efficient. Leia giggled at the warm, high-powered heat and decided to blow on the wall as well to help the process. Emily’s eyes filled with tears of laughter at her daughter’s adorable behavior. Several minutes passed and eventually the wall was dry.

“Mama, I dried it. Look, the butterfly is hot.”

“Yes, Bird, you did! Alright, now let’s add your blue and my red. Are you ready?”

“Mhmm. Let’s do it, Mama.”

Leia and Emily simultaneously dipped their brushes into their paint, eyeing the butterflies on the wall. Letting out a deep sigh, Leia followed Emily and put her first line of paint. She had been doing coloring books since she was a kid and staying in the lines had never been a problem for her. It may have been a shock to JJ and Emily, but this was the big leagues. No mess-ups were really allowed. The girl’s eyebrows furrowed once more, her tongue barely poking out from between her lips as she carefully added the blue to the yellow wall.

She had just finished a piece of the left-wing when she accidentally hit her brush against Emily’s arm. The blue was vibrant against her pale skin, the streak covering a part of her forearm. Leia froze and looked up to her Mama in surprise. Her lips moved to quickly form an “O”, not knowing what to say.

Emily didn’t look mad at her, so what was going to happen? The amusement on the brunette’s face intensified as she formed a plan. Opening all of the paint tins had already left residual pain on her hands, some accumulating perfectly on the tip of her pointer finger. Taking advantage of her daughter’s shock and letting her childish nature take over, Emily quickly bopped Leia’s nose.

The paint was cool against her nose and it took Leia a full 5 seconds to register what Emily had done. She crossed her eyes in hopes of seeing what had happened to her nose and spotted the paint.

“Mama, my nose is red! You put red on my nose.” Leia spoke with surprise lacing her voice. Emily tried her best to keep her laughter from bursting out.

“I did, Bird. You look like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.” Emily joked lightly as she tilted her head, examining Leia’s nose more.

“Rudoff? He looks funny.”

With that, Leia dissolved into giggles. She decided to copy Emily and touched the end of her brush. Taking quick and unsteady steps forward, attempting to bop Emily’s nose. She missed and her paint-laden finger gave her a blue cheek instead.

“Leia! Oh, come here you.” Emily laughed and grabbed Leia, who squealed as Emily took her thumb and ran it in a curved line across her forehead.

The two had gotten lost in their antics enough that they missed the sound of JJ’s shoes clicking against the hardwood. The blonde heard the two’s chuckles from down the hallway and wondered what was so funny. Emily was supposed to be painting Leia’s room. So what had they gotten into?

“Guys? What are you two doing?” JJ asked as she pushed the door open.

Emily and Leia froze. Mommy’s home. Without another thought, Emily turned the little girl around and held her up to JJ.

“Look, Jen. Simba.” The brunette looked slightly ridiculous sitting on the ground, their 5-year-old held up in her hands. Leia didn’t understand what just happened.

“What?”

“Simba,” Emily repeated herself with mirth on her face.

“You’re such a goof. Leia, what were you guys doing?” JJ turned to ask their daughter, knowing that Emily would not tell her what she wanted to hear.

“Making butterflies for you, Mommy. See, I made the blue one.” Leia dropped to the ground and pointed to her painting on the wall.

JJ almost gasped out of shock. Her first thought was to worry, but knowing Emily and how much she cared for Leia, there soon wasn’t a doubt in her mind that everything had been done correctly. The paintings were beautiful and so was her family.

“Aww, baby. They look so cute! Here, I’ll help you and we can put more butterflies on the wall.” JJ took off her shoes and coat, lowering to the ground on the other side of Leia. Giving Emily one loving glance, the family giggled and returned to their painting.

#writing #jemily #momily #userjemilyology #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #leia prentiss jareau #canvas #painting #fluff #they're a family #prompt #mc content hours

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bellybiologist · 3 years

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On Depicting "Aged Up Characters"

Just some rambling and ranting about something im coming across with work regarding character depiction.

First and foremost, most of my long-time followers probably already know that when it comes to fictional characters, i do not care about needing to age up characters to enjoy them and whatnot, cuz fictional. But also, i 100% understand why people age them up to properly enjoy them.

That said, i need people to at least kinda explain to me what they need to see to consider a character aged up.

This is mostly for patreon work and commissions, cuz this pops up really often???

I don't subscribe to "traditional traits" of what makes a person appear "aged up." Stylistic choices aside, i generally try to make a character look as much like how they are canonically as possible with more realistic proportions, barring me changing traits to something i personally find more attractive (see me making literally every character i like chumby with a tumby). My drawing actually being seen as "oh hey, its THAT character" asap (preferably, on sight) is very important to me.

Real people don't always have the (mis)fortune to get all the traits that people need in order to appear like an "adult" to everyone.

Not everyone gets taller after that last growth spurt they got at 15.

Not everyone gets facial hair, or hell, they decide to stay clean shaven regardless of the level of hairy they achieve.

Not everyone gets broad superman shoulders or huge tits

Not everyone gets a Dorito-faced bad touch senpai chin. (this one drives me up the wall because round face shapes are CUTE and not everyone gets chiseled cheekbones or jawbones at 18, god dammit.)

A lot of these traits are only seen as "adult traits" mostly cuz hollywood really fucked us because they depicted a LOT of teenagers in media using adult actors that are deemed conventionally attractive. So most people's perceptions of what looks like an adult is pretty warped.

IMO, subscribing to traditional traits of being an adult, or simply appearing older, limits what you can do when designing a character, and also comes with othering people who dont get those traits in reality. I, myself, for example, am pretty short compared to most amab people of the race on my mom's side (which is black). And when i shave, people tended to think i was like, 16, even in my mid-20s because my filipino genes kept my face relatively roundish too. (Which is to my advantage being a trans woman, but thats not my point.). Most traits that are taped onto a charatcer to "age them up" dont apply to me when i became an adult. Then this becomes more difficult when you add in stylistic choices in art (see: chibi art)

So where i stand, i dont care for traditional adult traits because most of them are dumb anyway. But, im more than amenable to depicting them for work and art if asked!

When people ask, i follow up to ask them to clarify how they'd want them to appear "older" or "aged up" or "adult" and one of two things happen:

they never explain what would they want to see and magically expect me to read their mind or something

They literally don't know what they're looking for.

Which is problematic to me because, some people dont change at all as they get older. Genetics just be like that; Some of us grow into our final proportions once we hit 15, and das it.

So my choices in this situation are to either take a wild guess at what they want, or just do nothing and leave them the same (the latter often being suitable enough to most situations since my style is semi-realistic enough in terms of proportions, which leads me to think its less them wanting them aged up, and more to cover their own ass in case of implications). I don't like defaulting to "the traditional traits" to make them appear like an adult cuz it may end up not looking like that character after a point. Some of those traits dont even apply when you make them chubby or they gain weight or won't even be noticeable unless you put in something else as a frame of reference. ie. being fat diminishes the chiseled cheeks/chin that a lot of older male characters are depicted with, so to some who follow this rubric, chubby faces make people look younger.

But it also infuriates me because it goes to show that people are often just saying these things in order to adhere to demands of the political climate. Which, of course, is totally valid when you want to avoid Discourse™, but less so when you're not thinking about it critically and go around assuming that everyone reacts to and copes with the concept the same.

Also... it dumps all the brainwork on ME. >:T

I know i'm a badass artist and whatnot, but guesswork is my least fun thing to do to make sure some cartoon character looks suitably adult enough to enjoy guilt-free by one-person-in-particular

Taller? i can do that. Body hair? sure! Definitely. But you gotta give me something to work with. I can't read minds (yet).

So in the end. When you ask for commissions or make patreon nominations, tell me what you want. xD

#verzi rambles #tl:dr is that i cant read your mind and i dont subscribe to traditional characteristics when drawing characters #so tell me what you want before you go saying aged up or adult

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butterflies-dragons · 4 years

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You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts.

I always thought that both, Sansa and Arya have sun and moon imagery around them. But if I have to choose then I would say that Sansa is the sun and Arya is the moon; and after my last re-read of Fire & Blood, I just confirmed it.

As I said before, several Targaryen sisters duos described in Fire and Blood are very similar to Sansa and Arya, as if George wanted for us to have the Stark sisters in mind while discovering all these Targaryen ladies:

Visenya and Rhaenys

Rhaena and Alysanne

Aerea and Rhaella

Baela and Rhaena

Let’s talk about the last ones, the twin daughters of Daemon Targaryen and his second wife Lady Laena Velaryon: Baela and Rhaena.

In 116 AC, in the Free City of Pentos, Lady Laena gave birth to twin daughters, Prince Daemon’s first trueborn children. Prince Daemon named the girls Baela (after his father) and Rhaena (after her mother).

—Fire & Blood

Baela’s description matches Arya Stark

At ten-and-four, Baela was a wild and willful young maiden, more boyish than ladylike, and very much her father’s daughter. Though slim and short of stature, she knew naught of fear, and lived to dance and hawk and ride. As a younger girl she had oft been chastised for wrestling with squires in the yard, but of late she had taken to playing kissing games with them instead. Not long after the queen’s court removed to King’s Landing (whilst leaving Lady Baela on Dragonstone), Baela had been caught allowing a kitchen scullion to slip his hand inside her jerkin. Ser Robert, outraged, had sent the boy to the block to have the offending hand removed. Only the girl’s tearful intercession had saved him.

(...)

Baela’s time on Dragonstone had been more troubled, ending with fire and blood. By the time she came to court, she was as wild and willful a young woman as any in the realm. (...) Baela lived to ride…and to fly, though that had been taken from her when her dragon died. She kept her silver hair cropped as short as a boy’s, so it would not whip about her face when she was riding. Time and time again she would escape her ladies to seek adventure in the streets. She took part in drunken horse races along the Street of the Sisters, engaged in moonlight swims across the Blackwater Rush (whose powerful currents had been known to drown many a strong swimmer), drank with the gold cloaks in their barracks, wagered coin and sometimes clothing in the rat pits of Flea Bottom. Once she vanished for three days and refused to say where she had been when she returned.

Even more gravely, Baela had a taste for unsuitable companions. Like stray dogs, she brought them home with her to the Red Keep, insisting that they be given positions in the castle, or be made part of her own retinue. These pets of hers included a comely young juggler, a blacksmith’s apprentice whose muscles she admired, a legless beggar she took pity on, a conjurer of cheap tricks she took for an actual sorcerer, a hedge knight’s homely squire, even a pair of young girls from a brothel, twins, “like us, Rhae.” Once she turned up with an entire troupe of mummers. Septa Amarys, who had been given charge of her religious and moral instruction, despaired of her, and even Septon Eustace could not seem to curb her wild ways. “The girl must be wed, and soon,” he told the King’s Hand, “else I fear that she may bring dishonor down upon House Targaryen, and shame His Grace, her brother.

—Fire & Blood

As you can see Baela and Arya shared a lot of similarities, both are wild and willful, both short of stature, both wear short hair, both like riding, both prefer the company of the common folk instead of the courtly life, both admire the muscles of a young blacksmith’s apprentice, both seek adventures, both make their Septa’s despair, etc.

Later Rhaena will marry her cousin Alyn Velaryon, born Alyn of Hull, a legitimized bastard, but the marriage was stormy.

Rhaena description matches Sansa Stark

As young girls, the twins had been inseparable, and impossible to tell apart, but once parted, their experiences had shaped them in very different ways. In the Vale, Rhaena had enjoyed a life of comfort and privilege as Lady Jeyne’s ward. Maids had brushed her hair and drawn her baths, whilst singers composed odes to her beauty and knights jousted for her favor. The same was true at King’s Landing, where dozens of gallant young lords competed for her smiles, artists begged leave to draw or paint her, and the city’s finest dressmakers sought the honor of making her gowns.

(...)

It was Jace who came to the fore now, late in the year 129 AC. Mindful of the promise he had made to the Maiden of the Vale, he ordered Prince Joffrey to fly to Gulltown with Tyraxes. Munkun suggests that Jace’s desire to keep his brother far from the fighting was paramount in this decision. This did not sit well with Joffrey, who was determined to prove himself in battle. Only when told that he was being sent to defend the Vale against King Aegon’s dragons did his brother grudgingly consent to go. Rhaena, the thirteen-year-old daughter of Prince Daemon by Laena Velaryon, was chosen to accompany him.

(...)

She would of course wed whomever the king and council wished, she allowed, though “it would please me if he was not so old he could not give me children, nor so fat that he would crush me when we are abed. So long as he is kind and gentle and noble, I know that I shall love him.” When the Hand asked if she had any favorites amongst the lords and knights who had paid her suit, she confessed that she was “especially fond” of Ser Corwyn Corbray, whom she had first met in the Vale whilst a ward of Lady Arryn. Ser Corwyn was far from an ideal choice. A second son, he had two daughters from a previous marriage. At thirty-two, he was a man, not a green boy.

—Fire & Blood

As you can see Rhaena and Sansa shared a lot of similarities, both are ladylike, both love the courtly life, both are linked with a (bastard) Joffrey, both lived at the Vale, both are linked with singers, both are linked with Knights and Tourneys, both are dutiful, both are betrothed with a Knight of the Vale, that already had two daughters, etc.

As Ned promised Sansa a betrothal with a high lord, kind, gentle and strong, Rhaena asked for a not too old, not too fat, kind, gentle and noble husband. She married Ser Corwyn Corbray, who had a great reputation as a warrior, so much so that his father gave him the ancient Valyrian steel longsword of House Corbray, Lady Forlorn.

Later Rhaena will lost her husband, Ser Corwyn Corbray. He would be killed during some succession war at the Vale, which is kind of similar to the events developing at the Vale with Alayne Stone, Harrold Hardynd and Robert Arryn.

Much later Rhaena will marry Garmund Hightower, the younger brother of Lord Lyonel Hightower, by whom she will have six daughters.

The Sun and The Moon: The Contrasts between Baela and Rhaena

The contrasts between Baela and Rhaena are very similar to the contrasts between Sansa and Arya:

Rhaena was slender and graceful; Baela was lean and quick.

Rhaena loved to dance; Baela lived to ride…and to fly, though that had been taken from her when her dragon died.

Yet even here, the council encountered difficulty and division. When Leowyn Corbray said, “Lady Rhaena would make a splendid queen,” Ser Tyland pointed out that Baela had been the first from her mother’s womb.

“Baela is too wild,” countered Ser Torrhen Manderly. “How can she rule the realm when she cannot rule herself?” Ser Willis Fell agreed. “It must be Rhaena. She has a dragon, her sister does not.”

When Lord Corbray answered, “Baela flew a dragon, Rhaena only has the hatchling,” Roland Westerling replied, “Baela’s dragon brought down our late king. There are many in the realm who will not have forgotten that. Crown her and we will rip all the old wounds open once again.

The sisters reacted to these lickspittles in vastly different ways. Where Rhaena delighted in being the center of court life, Baela bristled at praise, and seemed to take pleasure in mocking and tormenting the suitors who fluttered around her like moths.

Lady Rhaena proved to be as tractable as her sister had been willful.

But despite their differences and living separated for years, the twins never had a bad relationships, it seems they were good friends, worked together and comforted each other.

The good relationship between Baela and Rhaena also gives me hope about a reconciliation and the development of a better and close relationship between Sansa and Arya.

Baela’s Dragon

Baela’s dragon, the slender pale green Moondancer, would soon be large enough to bear the girl upon her back…

(...)

Even more than boys, however, Lady Baela loved to fly. Since first riding her dragon Moondancer into the sky not half a year past, she had flown every day, ranging freely to every part of Dragonstone and even across the sea to Driftmark.

(...)

So it came to pass that when King Aegon II flew Sunfyre over Dragonmont’s smoking peak and made his descent, expecting to make a triumphant entrance into a castle safely in the hands of his own men, with the queen’s loyalists slain or captured, up to meet him rose Baela Targaryen, Prince Daemon’s daughter by the Lady Laena, as fearless as her father.

Moondancer was a young dragon, pale green, with horns and crest and wingbones of pearl. Aside from her great wings, she was no larger than a warhorse, and weighed less. She was very quick, however, and Sunfyre, though much larger, still struggled with a malformed wing and had taken fresh wounds from Grey Ghost.

—Fire & Blood

Baela’s dragon Moondancer “danced” with Aegon II’s dragon Sunfyre. Despite Aegon II’s win against Baela, before dying and being eaten by Sunfyre, Moondancer wounded Aegon II’s dragon so much that it never flew again and died not far later. Moondancer sounds as fierce as Nymeria, Arya’s direwolf has no fear of other wolves and men and became a savage killer.

So, Baela Targaryen being so similar to Arya Stark and having a dragon named Moondancer, and Arya being a water dancer, convinced me that Arya is the Moon.

Rhaena’s Dragon

Rhaena’s egg had hatched a broken thing that died within hours of emerging from the egg, Syrax had recently produced another clutch. One of her eggs had been given to Rhaena, and it was said that the girl slept with it every night, and prayed for a dragon to match her sister’s.

(...)

Known as Rhaena of Pentos, for the city of her birth, she was no dragonrider, her hatchling having died some years before, but she brought three dragon’s eggs with her to the Vale, where she prayed nightly for their hatching.

(...)

Even more grave were the tidings from the Vale, where Lady Jeyne Arryn had assembled fifteen hundred knights and eight thousand men-at-arms, and sent envoys to the Braavosi to arrange for ships to bring them down upon King’s Landing. With them would come a dragon. Lady Rhaena of House Targaryen, brave Baela’s twin, had brought a dragon’s egg with her to the Vale…an egg that had proved fertile, bringing forth a pale pink hatchling with black horns and crest. Rhaena named her Morning.

(...)

And everywhere that Rhaena went came Morning, her young dragon, oft as not coiled about her shoulders like a stole.

(...)

During the first quarter of 135 AC, two momentous events were the occasion of great joy throughout the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. On the third day of the third moon of that year, the people of King’s Landing woke to a sight that had not been seen since the dark days of the Dance: a dragon in the skies above the city. Lady Rhaena, at the age of nineteen, was flying her dragon, Morning, for the first time. That first day she circled once around the city before returning to the Dragonpit, but every day thereafter she grew bolder and flew farther.

—Fire & Blood

Rhaena lost her first dragon the same way Sansa lost her direwolf Lady, but later Rhaena got another dragon that she named “Morning”.

Sansa is heavily associated with Dawn, the moment immediately before the Sun comes. I wrote about it here.

So, Rhaena Targaryen being so similar to Sansa Stark, having lost her first dragon but getting another one that she named Morning, and Sansa being heavily associated with the Dawn, convinced me that Sansa is the Sun. This lovely parallel also gives me hope that Sansa will have another direwolf in the future, that maybe she will name Dawn.

#Sansa Stark #Arya Stark

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redrosesartcabin · 3 years

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Self indulgent series: Part 2.1

Life: Part 1

(Kenji x female reader, authors perspective) (the reader is a singer) (also: Some angst in here. I dunno why, but I just love writing some angst with fluff endings xD)

“So, let me get this straight”, the interviewer said, bewildered by the story the singer and songwriter Red Rose had brought up, “you met your now husband, Kenji Kon no less, on Jurassic World as one of the kids who got stranded for five months?”

“That’s correct”, she said. She had answered that very question a million times, but she couldn’t fault them for it: It was an unbelievable story (though she started to wonder how not everyone was aware by now that she was one of the teens back than).

“It was in December of 2015. I was thirteen years old and exited to be one of the first teens to visit Camp Cretaceous. I have to admit, I wasn’t and still am not, maybe even less than before, the biggest fan of dinosaurs. I’m not particularly interested in facts about them, but I definitely was interested in seeing some Dino action! So when I won first place at the talent show of my school-“

“Unsurprisingly”, the interviewer interluded at which the audience gave a collective chuckle.

“-I was still very excited about going to Jurassic World. My parents never wanted to go and in retrospect I can understand why. But you know: I was a naïve thirteen-year-old and didn’t think much about the consequences of the past. What happened at Jurassic Park you know? I was convinced Jurassic World was different and all worked out. Boy was I wrong! We all know it now! But at least I can say that I got, besides trauma, lifelong friends and my amazing husband out of it”

“That definitely can’t be disputed”, the interviewer agreed. Red Rose found him quite pleasant. Although he was a chatterbox, he was still very respectful and didn’t poke too much into the Jurassic World story: Although she was, for the most part, over the trauma, it was still a work in progress and it’s not a time she always remembers fondly. On most days she remembers the good moments she had with her newfound friends there, but sometimes she could feel the adrenaline rush through her as she thought of dinosaurs trying to eat her and her fellow campers. She saw flashes of sharp teeth and could feel hot, stinking breath and hear growls drawing shivers down her spine. Red Rose liked to focus on the human part of the experience, so she preferred being able to tell the tale of Jurassic World the way she wanted without being asked too much…

“So, Kon helped you reach fame if I remember correctly?”, he asked.

“Definitely! Though, I mean: I was able to do most of what I’m doing. Teaching myself how to use certain programs. I taught myself how to sing and I’ve always written my own stuff…But I certainly wasn’t good at marketing myself or making myself grow.

Kenji and I became boyfriend and girlfriend when I was sixteen and he was eighteen. That same year we went on vacations for three weeks in the Caribbean’s. And “, she let out a laugh. The camera closed up on her and caught a smile and a glance that looked so touched by love anyone could feel how much she adored her spouse, “I remember how we went on the private part of the beach Kenjis father had purchased. I sat down on a hammock and a guitar and just started improvising and singing. Little did I know my boyfriend -gosh that sounds weird to say now- was filming me. He put it up on Instagram, and he already had quite a following back then, so it gained quite some attention. Though not necessarily because it was a nice scenery or any of that: But because people genuinely liked how I sing and the melody I had come up with. And well… it got wild from there. People soon requested I make my own Instagram page for making music.

A year later I was asked if I would like to produce some music and well… then my career started”

“That’s honestly such a cool and sweet story. Though how about an even sweeter reunion? Please welcome: Kenji Kon”

Red Rose got up from her seat with a wild jump, not as the eccentric, elegant yet kind of crazy minded artist, but as y/n Kon. As the wife who hadn’t seen her husband in person for a month because of the production of yet another movie starring him as the protagonist.

The crowd clapped in awe of him, as fans. She wanted to clap because her heart was clapping too. Her heart was dancing a tango inside of chest as though she was seeing her middle school crush in the hallway. His dark eyes, ridden with depth met her y/e.c. ones and all they could read in each other’s eyes was happiness and love.

This happened within miliseconds, but it passed by in slow motion for her, so she perceived herself running towards him with calm. For the rest of the world however she was perceived as looking like a golden retriever who had missed his owner whilst they were at work and were ready to play.

It was adorable. It was downright touching how the couple met each other halfway and gave each other a long, passionate yet gentle kiss (so that it wouldn’t be too inappropriate for life TV).

“Not to be giddy, but you really are a couple to die for”, the interviewer said. The audience half chuckled half yelled in agreement. She felt her cheeks blush in a deep dark shade of red and heard her husband chuckle in embarrassment. She looked down to her and whispered “Hello love”

Kenji had, unsurprisingly, had found joy in being actor. Being dramatic and showing his face on camera all the time? Perfect!

And he honest to god was a great actor. Though it did get annoying from time to time that he was casted as either the pretty faced villain or the charming, perfect love interest. Sometimes he was even both.

Y/n didn’t like to admit it, but she was quite jealous at the beginning when she saw him kiss other men and women on screen. It took a big fight for her to admit that.

She wasn’t proud of that fight at all. She had been, without wanting to, been very critical of her then fiancé (it was about six months before they got married). She would call him several times a day when he was on set of a particularly spicy rom com and observe his socials every couple of minutes. Y/n remembers her friends teasing her about it in the beginning and then eventually scold her. “Don’t you trust him?”, they had asked and she had answered, “I do….”, and they knew she was telling the truth, yet there was more behind it.

Kenji soon caught up and noticed her strange clinginess.

“What is up with you, Y/N? You know I have work to do! You can’t call me that often on set!”, he had yelled when the topic came up. He had been visiting for the weekend before he would go back on set.

“Why not? Can a girl not talk to her fiancé?”, she had asked with a sharp undertone

“Of course, you can darling. But twenty times a day is simply too much!”, he argued, yet he tried keeping his tone softer.

“I don’t call that often”, she pouted

“Oh YES you do!”, he put his phone out and showed her the times she had called just the other day. She counted about thirty, “I was nice with that number!”

“And? So what? You can just put your phone on silent”

“Yes, of course I can. This isn’t about solving the notification issue it’s about solving your trust issues towards me. Why don’t you trust me?”, as he asked the question his anger had subsided and genuine hurt showed in his eyes in his voice, “you monitor me like I’m an inmate”

“I…”, she was only able to say, her throat suddenly seemed dry, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I…”, she couldn’t find the right words to explain it. It hurt too much to admit. She thought she had been over that thought pattern a long time ago, but it had returned to her.

“What? What have I done to deserve this?”, he asked, “Why are you even with me, if who I am disturbs you so much?”

And that… that sentence had hurt her more than that ugly thing inside of her she hadn’t wanted to face.

“You fool!”, she screamed in fury as the sentence he had uttered stung, her eyes filling with endless tears, “How could you ever think you disturb me? You are the most beautiful, wonderful human being I know, inside and out. And on top of that you are incredibly kindhearted. And that’s why I’m like this… I don’t want to lose you. And it’s not that I don’t trust you: I highly doubt you’d ever cheat on anyone. You are too kind for that. But I fear… I feared when you are together with all these good-looking actors you might not find me enough anymore. I know it’s stupid, but you see: The past haunted me again. When I was called fat. When I was called not-good-enough. When I read social media comments saying you’re out of my league and I don’t deserve you. Ugly words that ate me up inside when I was a child and young teen. I thought I was past that but I…I…”, now the tears were too many and her words died with hiccups. She felt his form surround her in a hug that felt so warm and yet sharp as knifes. She loved his touch but felt guilty for not opening up about this sooner. She had never wanted to be like this, but alas she had been too much of a coward to burden him or herself with this.

“Love”, he whispered after comforting her for a couple of minutes, “Look at me”

She lifted her head. Her eyes were red and puffy, her lips were dark pink, and tears had run streaks across her cheeks. It broke Kenji to have hurt her so deeply, yet he also knew that it wasn’t his fault. It was however his responsibility, to clear this up once and for all.

“Love listen”, he started, “I completely understand your jealousy. But we’ve been together for almost ten years and in all that time, I’ve never encountered a woman more incredible, deeply fascinating and intrinsically beautiful as you. No acted kiss could bring me away from you, no sexy actor could keep my mind from ever wishing for more than to be by your side. I’ve been by your side for almost six years: What should change now?

The monster from your past is, as already stated: Past. Their words were untrue. These people were in pain themselves when they caused you pain. You were a target to unleash the inner turmoil of others. It’s no excuse but it is the explanation. Those who feel they must hurt others are those who seek the most attention and power because they’d be devoid of having a self. I should know: I used to be similar to that. And I had my phase of jealousy as well, you know?”

“Really?”, y/n managed to ask

“Oh yes! I was in rage every time I heard you talk about any of your guy friends back in high school. Difference is I could hide it better because we were apart a lot of the time. I feared you would find someone who had more of a personality than me. I was no longer sure looks would cut it”

“Gosh love”, she answered, her voice love drunken, “you burst of personality. You aren’t just a pretty boy or well… pretty man. You have so much spirit and energy to give to the world. You are the definition of happiness and sunshine. And on top of that you are an incredibly talented man with so much to show. You wield the human mind and emotions so well you can convert yourself to be something other than yourself convincingly-”

“See?”, he asked, “and just like you love me like that and see all that good I sometimes don’t recognize, I see it in you… I always love you”

“I love you too. I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m so happy we had this talk. It was much needed”

“Yeah”, she hummed as her lips almost touched his and within seconds the couple found themselves passionately kissing

Ever since then they hadn’t had any of these kinds of self-worth problems. They’d say I love you on a daily basis and gave each other compliments whenever they could.

One thing the fans found especially cute was that, without fail, Red Rose would comment on each of Kenji’s selfies and comment “hey gorgeous, you single?” and he’d answer every single time, “Sure Sugar. Meet me at seven on your favorite street-corner”

One time they took a picture of each other on a nice-looking street corner. Kenji had called the picture “finally found the street corner. Been waiting to meet this lady for a while, apparently her name is ‘your wife’, which is peculiar but otherwise she seems nice”.

The picture even went viral and became one of the all-time favorite celebrity pictures of 2026.

After the talk-show they flew back in his helicopter.

They were in New York city and y/n looked at the city landscape with a fascinated gaze as she observed the flickering lights of the big apple.

Kenji looked at her with eyes shining almost as bright. He loved her love for everything new she sees. He had noticed that the first time she had seen the watering hole. He wasn’t really interested in her that way yet. He was fifteen and she thirteen, that makes quite a difference at this age. But still he couldn’t but smile as she looked at the dinosaurs with big eyes. And he loved that she hadn’t lost that spark, even as she got older, even as they came together and grew and changed together.

Y/n noticed his gaze and shifted hers to look at him.

‘What a beautiful man. I’ve missed him so’ she thought to herself.

“I missed you”, he said as though he had read her mind just now. Maybe he had. They had been together for so long they were often able to read each other’s subtle shifts in expression. Quite a beautiful thing.

“I missed you too”, she simply answered, “did you plan this talk show surprise?”

“Yes and no”, he admitted, “I was meeting up with Donavan O’Connor, the director of the ‘Elaine, the one?’ series. When calling Donavan, he told me had been to talking to Ray (the interviewer) and he was casually pointing out the funny coincidence you were meeting up for and mention the funny coincidence, that you’d have an interview with him that same day I come to the city and well… needless to say I called Ray and arranged things... I just had to. Couldn’t miss the opportunity to surprise my beautiful wife”

She smiled at that. A shy and flattered smile that reminded Kenji of when they were teens.

They landed on the roof of a nice-looking hotel. They had decided to stay the night here in New York before travelling back to Ireland… yes: Yes Ireland.

Most celebrities lived in L.A., but Kenji and y/n had preferred living a bit apart in an old mansion near the coast of south Ireland, close to the northern border. Although Kenji was a people person, he didn’t like the dishonesty and lying in the industry and wanted to get away from that with his wife who thought the same.

Besides: It was a beautiful country.

As they entered the room, they felt peace and happiness as well as a certain kind of tension arise.

Needless to say, there was another kind of reuinion going on that night...

(Sorry about that short ending, I had to heavily edit that ‘cause it originally was a... well... non Pg scene xD)

#kenji camp cretaceous #kenji x reader #kenji kon #kenji kon x reader #camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous fanfiction #jw cc #jurassic world camp cretaceous #self indulgent #self indulgent af

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beholdme · 3 years

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All the Many Shades of Gerry - Chapter 13

Chapters: 13/19

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist

Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Gertrude Robinson, Elias Bouchard

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Library AU, Librarian Jon, Artist Gerry, Trans Male Character, Trans Martin Blackwood, Canon Asexual Character, Asexual Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Ace Subtype - Sex Positive, Polyamory, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Romantic Fluff, Falling In Love, Boys in Skirts, Kissing, Demisexual Gerard Keay, Minor Character Death, Past Character Death, Canon-Typical Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Flirting, Minor Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist/Tim Stoker, Adventures in Hair Dying, Happy Ending, Banter, Gerry has a lot of sass, Gerard Keay is Morticia Adams, Jon is a very grumpy Librarian, Martin adores them anyway.

Summary: In which Gerry is a kaleidoscope and Jon and Martin can’t help falling in love with him.

He happens to love them back.

Find it on Ao3

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If someone had asked Martin where he had least expected to be on the day after his thirtieth birthday, the veterinarian probably wouldn’t have been at the top of his list, but it definitely would have made the top ten.

Honestly, Martin didn’t think he had ever stepped foot into a vet clinic before in his life. He had never owned so much as a pet hamster, and now here he stood, clutching a tiny ball of mewling fluff and trying not to get distracted by the pet toys.

He felt positively inundated with new information on all sides. There were about a million different types of pet food lining the walls, and everything seemed to be a new bright colour to draw his distracted eyes. Warning signs that made very little sense to him filled the space, most memorably ‘Large birds must be kept leashed at all times inside the practice’, and ‘Reptiles need to be secured inside their travel enclosures.’

There was indeed an iguana in a massive glass enclosure sunning itself under a heat lamp, but it appeared to be a permanent resident, not a guest. Seemingly opposite to this was the massive tabby cat draped across the reception desk.

Martin begins to panic slightly.

He desperately wished he had allowed one of his lovers to accompany him, but he had sent Gerry back to bed to sleep and Jon had been shooed off to work, both quite thoroughly hung-over.

Now here he stands, alone with his new fluffy friend, and doesn't even know where to start. Neither of his partners have ever actually had a kitten before, but at least they had both owned cats before.

Gerry had been adopted by Saturn as a full-grown boy when he arrived at the window of his shitty little flat in Edinburgh and demanded to be let in. Gerry had confessed to a romantic feeling of instant affection for the fluffy beast and had taken Saturn in without a moment’s hesitation. They had moved together as he traveled the country, eventually settling together in London, where he had found Jon again.

Jon had been raised with several cats that had all been born before him and had liked them, but he had told Martin once that he heavily associated cats with his Grandmother and his slightly cold upbringing. That was all the pet experience he had until he met Saturn and fell in love with him as easily as they’d both fallen in love with Gerry. Like goth, like feline companion, apparently.

Nevertheless, Saturn did not appreciate being taken to the vet and had never gone once since Martin had met him.

"Can I help you, sir?" A kind-looking older lady sat at reception, and she beaconed Martin forward gently.

"I- I-" He started, stuttering badly. He closed his eyes and shook himself to dispel the unfortunate remnant of his childhood. “I found this kitten, and I was hoping the vet could check on it for me?”

“And will you be wanting to surrender it into our care?” She asks, tapping away at her keyboard.

“What?” Martin shies away, pulling the cat protectively even closer to his chest.

“You’re more than welcome to keep it, but we do also take in strays if you aren’t able to.” She smiles at him soothingly.

“Oh, I want to keep her please.” Martin flushes a bit. “I already gave her a name.”

The woman smiles at him knowingly. “The vet can see you in 15 minutes then.”

She takes his contact information, and they weigh Martin’s new friend. She guesses the kitten's age to be about 2 weeks and sends him off to sit close to the iguana.

An hour later, Martin stumbles out the door, armed with more supplies than he could ever have imagined he needed to raise one small animal. His head is spinning, alternating between fond adoration and complete anxiety over this new task that he has given himself. Luna meows at him supportively, happy to be clean and have a full belly.

Out on the street, he finds Jon. It’s raining slightly, and he’s wrapped in a long peacoat, with a scarf Martin is certain was once his.

“What are you doing here?” Martin demands, shocked. He stumbles over to his partner, and Jon reaches out to steady him. “I thought you were at the library."

Jon presses a quick kiss to his shocked mouth, before taking several things out of his overcrowded arms.

"I know you said that you were going to do this on your own, but I wanted to be nearby in case you needed me, so I called off." He shrugs a bit, "I reckoned that I had earned it, what with all the overtime I work and don't get paid for."

Martin is filled with warmth, eyes welling a bit. "Oh, Jon."

"Oh no, don't cry. I'm sorry." Jon's face pinches in concern. "I can go if you want me to."

"No, I'm so happy you're here. I was just wishing for you, and there you were. Thank you." Martin steps towards him as best he can, and they kiss softly for a few moments, out in the rain.

In time, the kitten, haphazardly clutched to Martin's chest, makes her displeasure at the soggy conditions known. Gripping hands tightly, Jon and Martin set off towards the bookstore, just a couple blocks over.

It’s quiet when they arrive, the morning pre-work rush over, and the student and lunch crowds far off yet. The two baristas and Tim descend upon them immediately when they see the small head poking out of Martin’s coat. There is much cooing and fuss over Luna, and Martin recounts the tale of discovering her in the back alley of Gerry’s bar.

Once they return to work, Jon and Martin settle on one of the sofas, a coffee table before them. They make up a small cat bed, which Luna explores for a few moments, before sitting at the edge and staring at Martin imploringly. He scopes her up and plops her inside, before placing the tiny bed right in his lap. She happily passes out after that, the wild adventures of the morning catching up with her little kitten body.

Deciding to truly have the day off, Jon does not take out his laptop and start working on it, instead ordering their tea, picking a book to read from the store, and bringing it all over to settle with his partner.

“Thank you for coming,” Martin tells him, a soft look on his face. He leans an elbow on the back of the couch, head resting on his fist. “I didn’t even realise how much I needed you until I saw you there.”

“I know,” Jon starts, frowning in concentration, “that I’m not always the best at sensing these things, that sometimes I can be too focused on myself and the things going on in my head. I do hope that I always manage to catch the important moments, and I trust that you’ll always let me know when I don’t.”

Jon pauses, and sighs, a self-deprecating smile lining his face. He continues, “I want to learn to be who you need me to be. I want to be for you, what you always are to me. I love you, Martin.”

“I love you too, Jon.” Martin squeezes Jon’s hand, before placing a sweet kiss in his palm. “You are exactly who I need you to be.”

It is a soft, hazy sort of day. The rain pours outside, and Jon lies against Martin and reads two books before lunchtime. Martin practices bottle-feeding Luna, every few hours, and Jon sits nearby watching nervously. He wonders vaguely if his partner is alarmed to be around an infant of any kind for a while, but on the third feeding, Jon seems to rouse himself and offers to give it a try.

Each time a new client comes in, there's a round of cooing and petting, and Martin worries that she’ll be spoiled rotten in no time. He imagines that if she spends much time here, he’ll have to sell cat treats and Luna will one day be as fat as a house.

At one point, Jon starts to read aloud, and Martin seems to fall asleep gently propped against his shoulder. He wakes to find Jon laughing softly and Luna learning to use him as a climbing frame.

"I think she likes you, love," Martin whispers into his hair.

"Well, I think I might like her too," Jon confesses, a world away from his scepticism of just this morning.

After lunchtime, Gerry flies into the store very manically, clutching a very strange backpack to his chest. It has a weird clear window, reminiscent of a ship’s porthole, and the rest of it is hard structured plastic.

He ducks down to kiss first Martin, then Jon, before thrusting the backpack into Martin's hands.

"What is this?" Martin asks, holding it away from himself as if it might bite.

"It's a cat backpack. Saturn has always preferred it to a normal cat basket, and I thought it might be useful if we need to take her to work with us and then back to various flats." Gerry walks around the table, bodily picking up Jon's legs and sitting beneath them. He looks like nothing so much as a large, damp bat, black trench coat flapping around him like over large wings. "I ordered her one of her own, but it won't be here for a few days, so I brought Saturn's in the meantime."

There's a beat of shocked silence, so Gerry adds, "Only if you want it, obviously."

"I- I do, thank you." Martin can feel himself blushing with odd pleasure.

He had made sure to ask them if they were okay with Martin keeping Luna, but he hadn't really expected them to embrace the situation with such gusto, and his heart burns with an odd intensity at their gestures of support.

It's almost-

It's almost like they love him, and care about all the things he cares about.

Martin sits, staring at a cat backpack, and allows the realisation to wash over him. It hits him like a tidal wave, despite the dozens and maybe hundreds of times they've said the words to him.

He feels very foolish, left floored by the fact that his lovers- well, that they love him!

Martin knows, understands even, that he has been left slightly broken by his father leaving, his mother hating him, the things that he chose to do to survive in his early adulthood. He does understand that, and yet he never realized that he was hearing Jon and Gerry say they love him and saying the words back, and yet subtly holding on to the (clearly mistaken) understanding that they don't really mean them.

It makes a sick kind of sense, clinging to the idea that they don't really care about him, so when they decide that they don't anymore, it doesn't leave him broken beyond repair.

Martin puts the cat bag down on the table, hands Luna to Gerry, and gets up. He waves at them reassuringly when they try to ask him what's wrong, before walking to the bathroom, locking the door, and sobbing like a child for several long moments.

As Luna grows, she spends time with each of them.

Gerry takes her most of the first nights, feeding her through the evenings and then handing her back to Martin as he leaves for the bookstore.

This means she spends quite a lot of her formative life in a bar, but when Martin goes in to check on them, he finds Gerry's plastered clientele just as enamored with the kitten as his own tea-drinking patrons.

Jon likes to have her in the late afternoons, keeping her at the library for a few sleepy hours before he leaves for the day. He tells Martin once that the children's reading group comes in during that time, and he likes to sit in with them and let Luna listen along.

The children, of course, adore her and Jon tells Martin very primly, "Listening comprehension is a very important skill in a developing infant."

Martin finds it hilarious and adorable and can't help but pull Jon into his arms and kiss him breathless, an unimpressed Luna trapped between them.

Saturn does not appreciate Luna at first, disappearing in a huff the first few times Martin brings her over to the studio.

"Don't worry about it, love." Gerry had waved away his concern casually. "He's just a jealous baby. He'll figure out that she wants to play with him eventually, and then they'll be the best of friends."

Indeed, Martin walks into the kitchen one morning to find the two cats curled together in a shaft of sunshine. Saturn is gently giving her a bath, and Luna purrs sweetly at the attention.

When Saturn notices him watching, he untangles himself, shows Martin his bum, and then disappears. He's reminded of nothing so much as Gerry himself, caught eating ice cream for breakfast, or smoking during the day, an activity he would insist is a nighttime pursuit only. The same drama is employed as a distraction technique, and Martin wonders whether the cat learnt it from the goth, or the goth learnt it from the cat.

Luna grows and settles, and Martin adores having her more than almost anything.

He takes the time, as they raise her, to force himself to accept his life for what it truly is. He puts aside the constant nagging fear that Jon and Gerry will lose interest in him one day and begins to notice all the ways they show him they love him, which makes the words all the more precious to him when they take the time to tell him.

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #gerry keay #jongerrymartin #fic #also on ao3

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auckie · 4 years

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Things that are good for most anybody I think: drinking green tea without anything else in it, massages, putting bugs outside, completing a PICRA for the first time, walking on the beach, catching a fish and then cleaning and filleting it to eat that night, cooking with really fancy olive oil, drinking out of class bottles, baths where you’re essentially the meat to a broth, making candles, swimming in a natural body of water and feeling a fish touch you, getting bit by a spider, petting an animal or at least making eye contact with one from afar and nodding at it, telling a joke that makes a child cry from either laughter or being upset, pottery, taking rhumba lessons, being barefoot in a clean kitchen and wearing an apron, listening to plantasia with your plants, finishing a book you’ve always owned but never touched, writing in a journal with a pen so that the pen has a cushion of a few pages and feels really smooth, drawing a naked woman with chalk pastels and briefly wondering if you could cut it as a starving artist in 1960s NYC before quickly coming to the conclusion you’d probably commit suicide within a few months and only then would anyone want your oil or charcoal nudes, blowing the dust off something, ripping up a poloroid, having exact change, getting attacked by a bird for playing chicken with them, giving a service person a 200% tip if you can afford it, brewing coffee and announcing to people that the pot is done and having them follow you inside like ducklings behind a mother duck, giving a crumb to an ant and watching it carry it off towards its hill, giving a hitchhiker a ride and some food and surviving the encounter, filing your taxes knowing you’re going to be getting a nice fat return, changing your oil without spilling shit everywhere, seeing your arrived at the exact time your gps said you would, giving yourself a awful haircut, giving a friend an awful haircut, successfully lancing a blister without hurting yourself and applying all the antiseptic only to find that it’s completely healed overnight, buying some kids fanzine and actually enjoying it, singing when you vaccuum thinking no one can hear you but only you can’t hear yourself, doing yoga correctly for the first time and realizing the reason you thought you were bad at it and meditation is because you mistakenly tried hot house yoga instead of yin, thinking about wayfinding, sleeping in a hammock, flossing, learning to drive stick shift, understanding that crisco has its place in gay culture and learning to accept this fact, wearing a leisure suit or one of its many derivatives on a hot day and thinking ‘wow I finally get why these exists’, making a cocktail out of a shaker, remembering to take all your stupid pills and supplements, watching kids play with their parents in a park, noticing when the fireflies come up and when they start to wain in the season, seeing lightening off shore and feeling safe and dry, exercising your core and feeling the fabled o come on, learning about aboriginal art, letting people in front of you while driving, napping on fine fescue grass and waking up to horrible sunburn, eating at a Chinese buffet in Tijuana and not getting ill, getting drunk and going swimming (AND LIVING), falling asleep to the SpongeBob ending song on loop, smoking a cigar dipped in honey, befriending a crow, watching sea documentaries, accepting your fate of getting soaked and walking in the rain, paying someone’s meter, and finally, telling a close friend you’re not romantically interested in them but admitting you’ve thought about it and then they get really excited and admit they have too and you shake hands and never speak about it again

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