#I want to put them in a jar and carry them around everywhere

[pricklypearflowers]

Hello, I come bearing gifts! Heartbreak high text posts! Please enjoy, I hope you have a a good laugh!

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[appocalipse]

how about cracked compass + antique lock and key set with eddie munson? hear me out, but i'm thinking a historical AU and they're both servants at the same house/manor/castle (thinking kinda downton abbey energy with the servants drama). maybe she's carrying a tray or something and spills it everywhere (idk maybe it's food, maybe its something tiny like a jar of beads) and eddie swoops in and takes the fall so that she doesn't get sacked (because he's been working there a lot longer) makes up some story about how it was his fault and stuff. yup, that'd be the moment you fell stupidly hard for him... imagine all of the pinning? the staring at him when he's not looking? AH!

lea, you have such a beautiful mind 🥺♥ i tried my best but unfortunately, i've never watched downton abbey, so it's probably not exactly what you wanted :( hope you'll still enjoy it anyway, thanks for the lovely request 💗 | 4.3k words

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The vase goes clattering to the floor and you watch with a desperate and frenzied heart as it hits the stone and...shatters instantly.

In a mix of dismay and panic, you reach to the floor where the delicate craftwork is broken into countless jagged and shattered pieces along the smooth white tile. Upon attempting to save the poor vase, you accidently slash your palm open on one of the sharp corners, and though the wound gushes blood, you don't seem to care. You think maybe if you gather all of the pieces and put them back together in their proper place, it may still be fixed, may still be saved, if you—

"Have you- Christ! Sweetheart, what...what happened?"

Startled, you look up to find Eddie running down the long and winding stairway, his chest rising and falling as if he'd just run a mile. He quickly makes his way over to you, crouching down on the floor, his dark eyes scanning your body for any signs of injury.

"Are you hurt? Oh God, there's blood," he breathes, and before you can reply, he's reaching out to take your wounded hand in his and inspect it closer.

The feel of his fingers against your skin sends a tingling sensation up your spine, but you shake the feeling away and focus on explaining yourself. "I...I was just passing by and...I tried to grab it, but it fell, and—I didn't mean for it to—"

"Hey, hey, shh, it's alright," Eddie murmurs, and without hesitation, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a clean handkerchief. He wraps it around your bleeding hand and ties it tight, his movements gentle and careful. "I'll talk to Mr. Harrington about it, okay? It's not your fault."

"I—no. It was all me. Don't...you shouldn't get involved, you'll end up getting in trouble too."

Eddie smiles softly, his dark eyes sparkling as he looks up at you. "You're sweet, but...it's okay. I've been a servant here for a longer time. I know how to deal with this. You don't need to worry, okay?"

Unable to form words, you stare at Eddie and wonder why he's being so kind to you. It's true that the two of you have grown close over the past few years—close enough that you'd even consider him your friend—but still...this isn't his fault, and he shouldn't feel the need to take the blame for you.

"Eddie, I—"

He blushes and drops his gaze, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from your face. "Go clean up, okay? I'll handle it."

And with that, Eddie carefully picks up the broken shards of the vase and disappears down the hall.

For the next days, you can't seem to stop thinking about what happened. The guilt eats away at your insides, twisting and turning until you feel physically sick. Eddie had taken the punishment for you, from what you've heard — a severe deduction from his pay and the threat of getting fired, along with extra cleaning duties.

You had tried to protest, to tell Mr. Harrington that it was truly an accident and that you could handle the consequences yourself, but Eddie wouldn't let you. He'd taken on everything, saying that the vase had slipped off the pedestal as he was cleaning it, and that he'd been the clumsy and careless one, leaving you in the clear.

You hated it.

It was the reason you couldn't seem to sleep, couldn't seem to eat or even breathe. Every waking moment was haunted by the memory of his soft and understanding voice, the warmth of his fingers against your own, the smell of his hair lingering in the air long after he'd gone, like a ghost haunting your thoughts and—

"God, sweetheart, you look terrible," Eddie says one day as you make your way through the castle corridors. "When was the last time you had a good night of sleep, huh?"

You blush, self-consciously touching your hair and wishing you looked even a fraction better than you did. "I-I'll pay you back, you know. I promise."

Eddie frowns, tilting his head in confusion. "Pay me back?"

"For...for taking the punishment for me. I'll do double my duties, and with the extra payment—"

"Woah, wait...you want to do extra work so you can...give it to me? What? That doesn't even make any sense. I didn't take the punishment so you'd repay me for it, you know."

"But it was my fault," you argue. "And it's only right that I—"

"How's your hand?"

"I don't...what?"

Blinking in confusion, you look down to where your hand is neatly wrapped in gauze. You had accidently re-opened the wound a few days back while running some errands for your lady, but it had mostly healed by now, though it would surely scar.

"Is it feeling better? That was a nasty cut," Eddie asks, moving closer so he can reach out and inspect your palm. He takes your hand carefully, as if you're made of glass, gingerly unwrapping the bandage and scanning the sensitive skin with his eyes. His touch sends an electric buzz under your skin, a longing unfurling in your belly that you force yourself to ignore.

"Oh, uhm, yes. I'm fine," you reply, trying to calm the sudden rush of heat that's flooded your cheeks. "But—Eddie, please. If you won't take the extra payment, then please, just let me do some of your chores or—"

"No. Why would I do that?"

"Why would you not?!"

Eddie laughs, shaking his head and giving you a crooked smile. "Sweetheart, I told you—I did what I did because I wanted to. Because I'm your friend and...I like seeing you happy. Seeing you upset over this whole thing is worse than a month's worth of cleaning duties, honestly."

You frown, biting the inside of your cheek and staring down at the polished tile beneath your feet. "Still, it doesn't feel right, you taking the blame and...punishment for me. I can't stand the thought of you getting in trouble because of something I did, especially when it's...it's not your fault, and you shouldn't have to—"

"I don't think of it as punishment."

"You don't?"

You look up, watching as Eddie's chocolate eyes seem to sparkle in the dim light of the candle-lit hallway. "I've been here longer than you. It would've been much worse if you'd taken the fall."

Eddie's fingers are gentle and warm against your own, his calloused hands brushing over your palm with a feather-light touch. You watch as he carefully wraps the gauze around the wound again, his brows furrowed in concentration as he secures the fabric tightly.

"I think you're being too kind to me," you murmur, feeling your heart race as he brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face. "I don't deserve it."

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head and stepping back with a sigh. "What if I have an ulterior motive?"

You frown, tilting your head in confusion. "Ulterior motive?"

"Mhm. What if I'm only doing it so you'll see how good I am and fall madly in love with me? Hmm?"

You blush, unable to form words as Eddie grins mischievously. "I—you—what?"

"Kidding, sweetheart, I'm kidding," Eddie says with a chuckle, reaching out to gently pat your head. "I'm just trying to make you smile, that's all."

"Well, you're very good at it."

"You think so?"

"Yes," you breathe, surprised by the sudden sincerity in your voice. "I'm glad we're friends, Eddie."

"Me too, sweetheart."

After that night, you couldn't seem to get those stupid words out of your head.

Eddie had been joking, of course. The two of you were close, but he didn't have feelings for you. Of course not. Not like that. How could he? How could someone as sweet and handsome and wonderful as him like you of all people, when there were so many other girls who were prettier, with more money and manners than you could ever hope to achieve?

You sigh and return your focus to where you're meant to be helping your lady get dressed, dutifully lacing the ties of her corset and giving them a good tug.

You know that he'd meant it in good fun. Know that he had most likely forgotten about it as soon as he'd said it—but for whatever reason, you can't seem to.

It's so annoying.

You love Eddie. He is your friend, of course. And while you both had never broached any territory close to a romantic relationship, you aren't stupid or blind. You aren't oblivious enough to the way his dark eyes seem to linger on you for a little too long. To how he holds the door open and gently touches the small of your back whenever the two of you are walking through the castle or descending the grand staircase.

God, you could go on and on and on about him.

"Miss, you seem rather distracted," your lady remarks, causing you to flush with embarrassment. "Did you tie my corset too tight, by chance?"

"Oh—I'm sorry, my lady," you reply, shaking yourself from your thoughts and adjusting the laces once more. "There—how is that?"

"Much better."

After helping her into her dress and pinning her hair into place, you follow her out of her chambers and down the corridor to the grand staircase, where a few other servants are already waiting for her. Tonight you and most of the other servants will finally have some time to yourselves — the family you serve is going to be attending a lavish dinner party with many other high-class members of society.

They're going to be gone for most of the night, and though usually you'd look forward to this sort of thing, you can't seem to muster the same excitement as usual.

You just aren't...feeling it tonight.

You sigh and make your way down the stairs, where the front doors have just opened and your lady and her husband are now heading out to their carriages. Once they're all gone, the rest of the servants will enjoy their rare free time as well, either staying in their quarters or heading into the town. Maybe that's what you should do, you think; go into town and distract yourself from your confusing thoughts about a certain valet, now that you have the luxury of time on your hands and no expectations of anyone.

"Miss, you seem a little flushed. Are you feeling well?" Eddie asks mischievously, stepping up behind you and reaching out to brush his fingers against the back of your neck. "You don't have a fever, do you?"

You jump, startled by the sudden touch and turning to look up at Eddie with a huff. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Sneak up on me like that. You scared me half to death."

"Oh, did I?" Eddie asks, and the corners of his lips twitch upwards into a crooked grin. "Sorry about that."

You roll your eyes and try to suppress the sudden butterflies in your stomach. God, how could you have let yourself fall for someone like him, anyway? He'll be the death of you.

"Is there something on my face?"

"Oh, er...no," you murmur, suddenly feeling very flustered. "I was just lost in thought. I suppose you're also staying?"

"Staying?"

"Here."

Eddie makes a confused face, tilting his head in an adorable expression of perplexity. "Where would I go?"

You frown. It seems unlike Eddie to not find some sort of adventure in the rare and little free time you're given; he's always the first one eager to ride out to town and spend a free evening gambling and drinking with his friends, but this time, he doesn't seem eager to go anywhere at all.

"You...don't want to head into town with the others?" you ask, unsure of whether or not you're prying too much. "I heard the pubs are having a sale on ale and—"

Eddie sighs, running a hand through his curly dark locks and shrugging his shoulders. "Eh. I'm not in the mood, I guess."

You tilt your head, intrigued by his sudden change in behavior. Usually, he's the life of the party, the one who brings a room together with his energy and humor, but now, he seems almost...dejected.

"Eddie, is everything alright? Did something—"

"Fine," he replies a little too quickly, his voice sounding strained. He gives you a forced smile and reaches out to gently touch your shoulder. "Just tired, that's all."

You frown, unconvinced. "If there's something bothering you, you can always—"

"Sweetheart, don't worry, okay?" Eddie murmurs, his dark eyes sparkling in the dim light of the entrance hall. He leans closer, his fingers gently grazing over your cheek, and for a moment, your breath catches in your throat. "Promise."

Before you can say anything else, he's turning on his heel and heading towards the back staircase, his valet uniform swishing behind him as he goes.

You blink, your fingers lightly touching where his hand had been moments before. The sudden brush of his skin had sent electric shocks throughout your body, a heat building up inside your belly that you can't seem to get rid of.

"Excuse me," one of the maids whispers as she walks by, startling you from your trance. "I need to clear this hallway."

"Oh, um...sorry," you reply, flustered. "I'll get out of the way."

By the time you reach the servants quarters, most of the staff that had received permission to go out has already left. Most of the doors are closed, and the sound of chatter and footsteps and laughter fades out into the distance as you head towards your bedroom and gently shut the door behind you.

Your share your room with three other girls, but none of them are anywhere to be seen now.

Thank God.

You sigh, the dull roar of your thoughts finally starting to quiet down as you sit at your small desk and lean your head against the back of the chair.

You can't stop thinking about what had just happened.

Can't stop thinking about the sudden flirtatious behavior and the way Eddie had brushed his fingers against your cheek with a gentleness that made your knees buckle.

With a long, exhausted sigh, you rise to your feet and slowly start to unpin your hair from its tight bun. You replace your uniform with a simple cotton dress, comfortable enough for a night of light reading and...

A knock at your door jolts you from your thoughts.

"Hey, uh...sweetheart?"

You pause, blinking in confusion and taking a few tentative steps towards the door. "Eddie?"

It can't be.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Is something wrong?"

Eddie chuckles softly on the other side of the door, his voice sounding muffled by the heavy oak. "No, nothing's wrong. I, um...I found a jar of wine in the pantry that Mr. Harrington doesn't know about. Thought you might wanna join me?"

You bite your lip, a wave of nerves rushing through your body as you slowly reach out for the door handle. He shouldn't be here and you definitely shouldn't open the door.

But some things are easier said than done.

You carefully turn the knob and pull it back.

He looks downright sinful, his valet uniform unbuttoned at the collar, a few loose strands of hair falling over his forehead, dark eyes sparkling mischievously in the dim light of the hallway.

He holds the jar in his hand, the liquid sloshing around inside and giving off a slight spicy aroma that you can almost already taste on your tongue.

Male servants like Eddie are strictly forbidden from coming anywhere near the women's quarters, and if someone were to find you, it would be a hell of a lot of trouble for both of you.

"I—are you insane?" you whisper, unsure of whether to shut the door in his face or let him in. "If the housekeeper—"

"Come on, sweetheart, live a little. It'll be fun," Eddie murmurs, stepping closer and leaning forward so his face is level with yours. "Trust me."

You stare at him for a few more tense moments, your heart racing and your palms sweaty against the cool brass handle of the door.

Finally, you swallow thickly and step back, making room for Eddie to come inside.

As soon as he crosses the threshold, you shut the door quickly and lean back against it, waiting for the sound of footsteps or yelling or anything that would indicate the presence of another servant or staff member.

"Chill, sweetheart," Eddie murmurs with a smirk, carefully opening the window a crack and lighting a match to ignite a few candles. "Nobody's gonna come looking for us. Everyone's gone."

"Mrs. Byers is not, no," you argue, crossing your arms over your chest with a huff. Most of the time, you like the housekeeper; she is the closest thing to a motherly figure in your life right now. But she's also incredibly strict when it comes to rules. "She's probably somewhere lurking, as always."

Eddie chuckles softly, winking playfully in your direction. "Well, then we'll have to keep it down."

"Oh, for God's sake. Just open it already."

Carefully, Eddie pries the cork off the jar of wine and takes a swig, a grin playing on his lips. He takes a few steps towards you, holding the bottle out for you to take.

"Want some?"

"It's bad for your liver."

"Everything in life is bad for your liver," Eddie replies, tilting his head to the side. "C'mon, sweetheart. It's good."

You glance down at the bottle, taking in the sweet scent of dark cherries and spices, the bright purple liquid swirling around inside like a whirlpool.

You reach out, your fingers brushing against Eddie's as you take the jar and lift it to your lips, taking a sip.

The taste is unlike anything you've ever experienced. It's sweet and tart and spicy and rich, all at the same time, with an intense burst of flavor on your tongue that you never thought possible.

Feeling your skin warm, you hand the jar back to Eddie and watch as he drinks deeply, his eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the candlelight.

"Are you sure no one will miss this?" you ask, glancing down at the bottle and wondering how expensive it might've been. "What if Mr. Harrington finds out?"

"He won't. Not if we don't make too much of a fuss," Eddie replies, his voice growing softer. "I bet nobody's even thought to look for it. And besides, he wouldn't know it was us anyway."

You cross your arms, raising a challenging brow as you sit on the edge of your bed. "How can you be so sure?"

"There's plenty of wine in the cellar," Eddie counters with a grin, putting his hands up as if he's surrendering. "I didn't steal all his wine. I merely took one that was already there."

"Don't take anymore."

"No promises."

"Eddie."

"Sweetheart."

The nickname sends a rush of heat to your cheeks and you shake your head, fighting a smile as you smooth the fabric of your dress.

He takes a swig of the wine, never taking his eyes off you, and leans back against the wall, the familiar scent of him drifting towards you like a wave of summer air.

"It's good, isn't it?" Eddie asks, cocking his head to the side. "And you're, ah...you're really pretty tonight."

You roll your eyes and try not to look too affected, pushing the stupid fluttery feelings back down into your stomach and stomping them out like tiny little sparks. "Are you already drunk?" you ask, chuckling.

"Pfft, no."

"Then why are you suddenly talking nonsense?"

"It's not nonsense," Eddie protests, his ears turning red. He shakes his head and moves closer, setting the wine jar down on the desk and rubbing the back of his neck. "I think you're...really great, sweetheart. Really amazing. In every single way."

"Uh-huh, sure."

You look away, pretending to be interested in something else so that Eddie doesn't have a chance to read the emotions on your face and pick up on all of the pent-up love for him you've stored inside for the last months — love that is, you've decided, better off locked up tightly in the chest in the corner and never spoken aloud.

He looks different in the soft and sultry orange glow of the low-burning candle, though — his curls illuminated by the light, his dark eyes sparkling, his soft lips curved into a gentle smile.

"Hey."

Eddie sits down beside you, and the heat of his body radiates outward and dances across your skin like the waves of a flickering flame.

He smells clean and warm and fragrant, like soap and fresh laundry.

You lean closer, looking up at him through your lashes and watching as he nervously wrings his hands together.

"You know," Eddie murmurs, smiling gently. "You make my life a lot more interesting than it used to be."

"Are you suggesting I cause you a lot of trouble, then?"

"Not at all," he replies, laughing softly and looking back up at you, his expression softening. "More like...just makes me wanna keep coming back to you, over and over. Even when I don't have to. And especially when I need someone to talk to."

You bite your lip, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you let his words sink in. "Is that why you're here right now? To talk?"

He blinks, his tongue swiping out over his lower lip as his gaze drops to your mouth. "Are you drunk, by any chance, sweetheart? Be honest."

"Why would you—"

"Because I'm about to kiss you, and I want you to be sober."

His words come out breathless, his eyes flicking up to meet yours as your lips part in surprise.

"I am...not drunk," you reply, holding his gaze and leaning closer, your hands tingling from his sudden proximity. "I'm entirely in my right mind. Definitely."

He grins crookedly. "Really?"

"Really."

"So, if I did..."

Eddie's voice trails off as he inches forward, his eyes lidding slightly as he moves closer and closer and...

He stops, his nose inches from yours, and the tips of his long fingers gently brush over your chin, lifting your face up to meet his. "This okay?"

"Yes," you manage, your voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper.

"Good."

His lips are soft when they finally brush against yours, gentle and warm and inviting, and you inhale sharply, feeling yourself go weak in the knees.

He tastes like spice and cherry, and you reach out to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, your head spinning as he kisses you back with equal fervor, his hand gently cupping the back of your neck to keep you steady.

You gasp softly, his teeth grazing over your lip and sending a shock of electricity through your core, and you reach out, your fingers gripping the fabric of his jacket as you hold onto him for dear life.

"Fuck," Eddie breathes, panting softly as he finally pulls away. "God, that was good."

"It was," you whisper, looking up at him and biting your lip. "Worth the wait."

"Wait, what?" Eddie asks, raising a brow.

You blink, realizing you'd said that last part out loud and instantly wanting to crawl under the bed and die. "Uhm...nothing."

"Oh, please," he murmurs, smirking. "Tell me more. Did you have to wait a long time for this to happen, sweetheart? Hmm?"

"Absolutely not," you reply a little too quickly. "Forget I said anything."

"Nope, not letting you get away with that. What are you trying to hide, huh? How long have you been harboring secret feelings for me?"

"You're ridiculous."

"Am I?"

You lean back, your body screaming in protest as Eddie gently pushes you back onto the pillows and straddles your hips. He's heavier than you realized, and his fingers are calloused from years of work, but the mere thought of him touching you sends goosebumps up and down your arms and legs.

"Do you like me?" he whispers, his lips brushing against your neck and sending sparks down your spine. "Hmm?"

"Eddie, we—"

"Please, just...just tell me. At least let me hear you say it."

He pulls back, his eyes searching yours as he waits for you to answer. Your heart is racing, blood rushing through your ears and making you lightheaded and dizzy.

"I...no," you whisper, grinning when he raises a brow and scoffs. "Fine. Maybe. Only a little bit."

"Liar."

"Okay. More than a little bit. Maybe...maybe, I even love you, alright? Jesus. There, I said it."

Eddie's jaw drops, his pupils blown wide. "What, seriously?"

"Oh, alright, get off of me. I'm done with you."

"Hey, no, wait, wait, wait, I'm sorry," he breathes, grabbing your wrists and pinning your arms above your head. "Don't—don't go anywhere."

"Eddie."

"Shh."

He chuckles, his warm breath fanning over your lips and making you weak in the knees. "What?" you rasp, struggling against his grip, stubborn in your attempts to stay mad.

"You love me, hm?" he muses, smiling brightly and making your heart skip a beat.

"I take it back."

"You're not allowed to," he breathes, his mouth barely an inch away from yours. "That's not how it works, sweetheart. Sorry."

"You're very annoying."

"And you're very pretty when you're frustrated," he murmurs, brushing his lips over yours. "I...love you too, in case you didn't know."

"You what?"

"Love you," he repeats, his cheeks flushing pink. "Madly. Desperately. Quite embarrassingly, in fact, sweetheart."

You blink, your breath catching in your throat. "Really?

"Really," Eddie breathes, kissing you softly once more. "Shoulda kissed you the second I met you. Wish I had."

"Well," you murmur. "I suppose you'll just have to make up for lost time, won't you?"

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[jelmet]

what pets i think fit with the batfam

these are kinda out of order but what evs

tell me what other characters u want (doesnt have to be bat-adjacent)

Dick Grayson

German shepherd maybe a huskey mix too

I know he has Hailey in canon but canon is of my choosing

I feel like his prestict was training dogs and one of them failed the training but hes already bonded with it so he takes it home with him and now he has a dog

he names it after somthing in the cirus

also named nightbite and the dog is considered a vigilante but only comes out to calm down children

Jason Todd

orange tabby

whenever someone meets the cat for the 1st time he spends 15 mins trying to convince them the cat is actually red

named elizabeth, and he forces you to call the cat elizabeth, no lizzie or any other nickname only elizabeth

he found her wandering around crime alley with out a collar and scooped her up and took her home

they become inseparable except when jason is doing vigilante stuff them the cat sleeps in his bed

shes tiny from malnourishment ect. from being on the street

he nourishes her back to health but she never gets to full size

Tim Drake

toad

he wanted a bullfrog before realizing how annoying they are and ended up getting an american toad

he named it either tim jr. or frog

he puts it in a mason jar (no top ofc) with some water and brings it everywhere (non vigilante)

the toad works comms and he tries to get everyone to call it red toad (failure)

he wears gloves when handling it and is very careful not to get salmonella (all reptiles and amphibians are loaded with it)

Duke Thomas

im giving him 2 types of pets

first he has a fish tank with those floresent neon fish

he has the full set up with the black lights and everything

1 fish of each color named color fishie (blue fishie, yellow fishie, ect.)

he also gets a rabbit

specifically a Miniature Cashmere Lop

he names it judy (zootopia reference lol)

he took her on patrol with him one in one of those baby carries that straps to your chest but he bent down and judy hopped out and he spent half an hour chasing her around

she lives on his bedroom floor, he has everything she needs lined along a wall and she just kinda chills all day

Cass Cain

SNAKE

she gets a common brown snake

they are non venomous, typically very docile, and the longest they can get is 13 inches long

she did tons of research on snakes and makes sure it living its best live

names it after her favorite fruit

she keeps trying to feed duke’s fish to it

brown snakes are fairly small so she will curl it around her fingers on one hand and do her homework with the other

Carrie Kelley

Yes shes part of the family

a hedgehog

she keeps it in her pocket

his name is sonic

she made him a blue mask and paints some of the quills blue and takes him on patrol (he mostly stays in her pocket)

one notable occasion she shot him with her sligshot into a thug’s face

sonic was ok the thug however was not

sonic lives in carrie’s pocket

Alfred Pennyworth

mini horse

he named it named fredrick

it stays out in the barn with batcow

he goes out on walks around the manor grounds and the horse will follow him around

helps out around the batcave and works coms with frog

Damian Wayne

i know he already has a ton of pets go away

caribbean reef octopus

i saw a video of one of these guys escaping its tank and immediately thought of damian

either gives it an arab name or names it richard

has an amazing tank setup for it with lots of enrichment

sometimes he takes it out on walks around the manor and damian will carry a little spray bottle to ensure he doesnt dry out

HE GETS 2 ASWELL CAUSE I JUST REMEBERED SMTH

a bearded dragon

he wanted a komodo dragon but they are massive (and venomous) so he compromised on a bearded dragon

he gives her either an arab name or names her timothy

ITS A DRAGON HED BE SO HAPPY!!!!

just like the octopus he takes really good care of her

she has a bunch of differnt outfits and leashes and he takes her on walks all the time

Stephanie Brown

Indian star tortoise

she saw a tortoise mukbang video and decided she needed one (go to animal asmr on youtube)

she named her ravioli

tried to get her a job in the bat med bay but alfred refused to let “ground zero for a salmonella outbreak” into the med bay

she has a massive box with multiple sets of lights despite how tiny she is (hes a baby now and about 2.5 in but adults get to 7-12 in)

as a baby she rides around on steph’s shoulder

once she gets bigger steph puts her in a leash

Bruce Wayne

way too many bats to count

each person has a bat named after them and a bat they have named

the rest are named bat bat

the bats are not allowed outside of the batcave

he also has ace (bat hound) who, from my best guess, is a Doberman

he also gets a fox moth

he raises it from a caterpillar and he loves it (he picks it up off the sidewalk and decides to keep it)

he names it bug

only pet not allowed to go into the batcave

it mostly stays on his head or shoulder when not asleep (even as a full grown moth)

sleeps in a net like cage thing hanging in his room

he cried really hard when it pupated only for a moth to come out a few weeks later

Jarro

why is the starfish here?

because

anyway in Flash 238-243 in the 70’s hal has a pet alien starfish thing named itty

jarro gets his own itty and yeah

#batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #carrie kelley #stephanie brown #cass cain #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne #damian al ghul #bruce wayne #jarro #batman #dc comics #robin

[misasimagines]

going to the beach with the genshin boys!

included characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli might do a second part for Heizou, Ayato, Albedo, and Itto? if anyone has specific characters they want, please request! rating: sfw warnings: alcohol mention in Kaeya’s, gn reader!

Diluc:

he’s more of a resort or private beach kinda guy versus an overly crowded beach with a ton of screaming children and drunk spring breakers. If you do go to a crowded public beach, expect to carry your towel, snacks, and umbrella for a good 20 minutes while he walks you all over the beach looking for the most secluded area to set up camp.

He won’t let you do anything without first putting on sunscreen, and even then he frowns when you want to leave the shaded area he’s set up. The sun is bad, what if you get too hot and faint?

He brings a cooler full of water and drinks with electrolytes because he’s not taking any chances on either of you getting dehydrated and sick from this.

He’s more willing to take a walk down the shore or play in the water with you once the sun has gone done a bit and the majority of the families have left. He likes watching the waves or the sunset with you, and before it gets too dark, he will agree to go swimming with you. (Not too far from the shore though, he doesn’t want you getting swept away)

Complains afterwards about the sand that gets everywhere and promises you that next time, he’ll take you to a better beach where kids don’t run up and excitedly shout, “Ariel??” at him while he’s just sitting there drinking his grape juice.

No, he’s not playing mermaids with the group of kids. No he’s not singing. Yes, he’s making you both pack up and move your stuff even farther away now.

Kaeya:

He likes to go to piers or beaches that are having some kind of event! If you go to a boardwalk type place, he’ll want to buy silly souvenirs or win you a prize at a cheap little carnival game. He does cheat! and he won’t tell you how!

He is the type to sneak alcohol in. Like, water bottle full of vodka or he’s repackaging a capri sun full of margarita. His ice pops are filled with alcohol and some juice to maintain a believable color. He forgets to bring food and you either have to fill that role or expect him to be tipsy and starving before the date is over.

He remembers sunscreen and makes a big deal about making sure to get every part of you covered, like bro we’re in public, keep your hands where I can see them.

He likes collecting shells with you and telling you little (probably made up) stories about pirates and treasure. You can join in and add details, pretend you believe him, pretend you know the fake story he’s making up, etc, and it becomes a game. He’ll find some random ring in the sand and be like, oh! we found part of the pirate’s treasure! and then you guys have to dig around in the sand for a while looking for more treasure.

He doesn’t expect to have so much fun doing the silly, innocent things, but he ends up really liking all the digging in the sand for trash and playing pretend. He likes that it makes you laugh, that he makes you laugh.

Afterwards you guys pick up something to eat and sit around with the sun setting and the salt water drying on your skin and he smiles a little softer at you. He slides the ring he found at the beach on your finger and says it’s only right he keeps his treasures together.

Childe:

He likes the typical things like surfing or playing volleyball on the beach, and if you’re willing to join him, he’s excited! He likes the competition on who can surf the best wave or who can win in volleyball or whatever. If you don’t want to do these things, he’s fine with it too. He can either join some others or do his own thing for a bit while you relax.

Sports and competition aren’t his only preferences, though. He likes collecting shells, a lot of shells, so he can bring them to his siblings as gifts or just store in a little jar as a memory of the time he’s spending with you! He will use them also to build a sandcastle with you, of which he proclaims you both to be the rulers of. 50/50 whether he feels an attachment to your new kingdom and is sad to leave it or if he’s going to kick the shit out of it and laugh maniacally.

He also Will be the “how big of a hole can I dig before I have to leave the beach?” kind of guy. The hole will be huge, he will fill the bottom of it with water and it ends up as a weird little sandy hot tub that he’s so proud of. He abandons it to a group of kids who are interested, even if he’s a little sad that he’s lost his big sand pit.

He’ll love going swimming, or even just splashing around in the water, or jumping over waves, etc just normal things you’d do at the beach!

He’s a sucker for the people who drive their little carts by with ice cream or popsicles and ends up buying all the kids whatever they want because he can’t say no to them.

He forgets sunscreen and then he’s all sunburnt and red the next day and you have to cover him in aloe vera while he looks pitiful and sad. Anyway, 

Zhongli:

He’s also not the biggest fan of the super crowded beaches but less because of the people and more because of the effect so many people have on the beach. He gets very thoughtful and sad about the litter and pollution in the water

He still likes to talk down the shore with you. He’ll hold your hand until he sees some trash and then he’ll pick it up, then he’ll pick something else up, then he’s holding random bottle caps and straws in both hands until he can find a trash/recycling bin to toss them into.

Sitting under your umbrella and reading or just watching the waves/clouds/sunset/etc is a good time for him. He’ll tell you about past experiences/stories at the beach or on the water, about the history of this area, about the animals that live there, etc. He’s the type to know where the sea turtle babies are and gently redirects people away from the area to not disturb them. He’s just on this beach to be a Lorax to be honest.

He will happily go swimming with you, or he doesn’t mind sailing around or something. He likes the more calming, peaceful stuff! The beach makes him a little mournful and he gets lost in a thought a lot, so be patient. He has a lot he’s willing to say if you listen.

He doesn’t remember to bring food or money for food so after you’ve spent a full day of getting sand between your toes and crouching over little puddles of water with teeny crabs and stuff in them, you have to grab something to eat at a nearby cafe. You’ll politely sit outside as to not track in sand and sea water, but it’s a nice dinner regardless!

Also, Zhongli standing on the shore with the sun setting and casting a pretty orange glow over him and the waves just gently crashing around him? come on i’m folding

#genshin #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #diluc #diluc genshin #diluc x reader #kaeya #kaeya genshin #kaeya x reader #childe #childe genshin #childe x reader #tartaglia #zhongli genshin impact #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia genshin #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin fluff #zhongli genshin

[ashalsdream]

Ok… so this is gonna be random because tbh, I’m not thinking about anything at the minute except for this. And I’ll be honest, not the best at ship hc, so I hope this works?

1. Phil’s feathers would fall out every once in a while. When this happened the first time, Forever picked up one of his feathers off the ground and they started talking about Phil’s wings. Now Forever keeps the feather and just uses it as like a good luck charm

2. When Forever was passed out from the drug antidote and was carried out and put on the bench, Phil wrapped his wing around him, simply making sure that he didn’t get cold throughout the night. Phil refused to leave his side for the rest of the night. So they slept until the next day and they moved Forever to the hospital.

3. Phil has become protective over Forever, he always has been, but especially much more since the drug ark. So if he’s around and there’s even the slightest hint of noise, Phil will outstretch one of his wings behind Forever, even if he knows he can protect himself.

4. When Phil disappeared, and when Forever woke up, Forever instantly became worried as Phil didn’t come to see him, and he could remember his voice, what he said, while he slept. He laughed the entire time with Phil, it game him something to try and think about. It became all the more prominent as an entire murder of crows flocked the Favela and even at the presidential office. They were relatively silent, and if one did speak, they would instantly be shut up by the others. Back to my point, Forever searched everywhere for Phil, even trying to talk to the crows. They looked almost sick so he didn’t push it. When Forever noticed Phil was back, he knew something was off as he sounded exhausted, even if he had been sleeping the entire time. So Forever practically became as vigilant around Phil and he was around Forever.

Honestly, I don’t know what there is to say on my end. I’ve never really looked into hc for duos, specifically ships. And Philever isn’t my top ship so it makes it all the harder (Deathduo is my first). But I hope I did this right? Never done anything like this so I hope you get my point.

YYESSS I ADORE THESE!! also totally get the ship thing, i personally see phil and missa as queer platonic partners because they have the same vibes as me and my qpp when we play minecraft LMAO

as someone who owns a bird, feathers get EVERYWHERE bro they are all over the place. Forever keeps the longest one on a necklace but every so often when Phil loses another, he keeps them all in a small jar (something that I do with my bird, its very cute)

I can absolutely see them becoming more attached to each other after the drug/disappearance arc like Forever even goes to Etoiles to ask him about it and he doesn't speak to Etoiles often he just knows they're close. It becomes more worrying when they both realise neither have heard from Phil.

I love the idea that Forever has his own crow that follows him around, they keep an eye on him and make sure he's safe so that if he's not, Phil can get there quickly. Phil doesn't want to lose him again whether thats to the drugs or to kidnapping, he refuses to lose Forever.

I also love the idea that their relationship happened because Phil refused to admit he had feelings UNTIL Forever "gave up" and started flirting and spending time with other people and Phil was like "No wait- wait no,,, come back"

#qsmp #philever #sugarduo #mcyt #asks #glith0

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jamil Viper Masquerade Dress Personal Story: Part 2

"With a little ingenuity"

(Part 1) Part 2

[City of Flowers]

―Topsy Turvy Festival, free-roam time

Jamil: Fascinating, there's still a lot to see here at the festival venue. I'm glad to have this free time to myself.

Jamil: I still have some time before the big show… Now, what should I do first?

???: Sh-Shoot… It feels like I'm about to drop everything.

Jamil: Hm? Oh that’s…

Jamil: Deuce… What are you doing, trying to balance all those little boxes in your arms?

Deuce: Ah, Viper-senpai! …Ack, oops, that was close! Oh, these? I bought a ton of gifts for everyone back in my dorm.

Jamil: Well, I see that, but… Why are you carrying them all by hand? You said you prepared a bag for them, right?

Deuce: Uhhh… Yeah, I did bring one but, I got it caught on a corner of one of the buildings and it ripped...

Jamil: Sigh… As a fellow representative of the same school, seeing you look so ungainly like that is pretty embarrassing. Here, I'll let you borrow this.

Deuce: This… is a scarf, though. What do I need it for?

Jamil: Just put a few of your gifts in the middle of the scarf.

Deuce: O-Okay. Here's a box of cookies and caramels, and a jam jar. Oh, and the pencil I received from Ashengrotto-senpai!

Deuce: And then I also have this shirt I bought for myself… But it looks like it won't fit. I'll hold on to this for now.

Jamil: If this is all you have, it should all fit. Then, you take the four corners of the scarf and twist and tie them like this…

Deuce: Oh, the tied-up ends of the scarf around the boxes became like a handle… Oh wow, it's like a bag!!

Jamil: If you carry it like this, you'll have your hands free, and you shouldn't have to worry about dropping anything.

Deuce: Thank you very much… This is a huge life-saver! Please let me buy you some juice as thanks.

Jamil: Don't worry about it. I don't need you to treat me for something like this.

Deuce: No, no, it'd be my pleasure… Uh, huh? The zipper on my wallet's stuck… Hrrrrnghh!

Jamil: If you try to pull it by force, you'll break it. I don't want to watch all your coins go everywhere when that happens. Give it to me.

Jamil: Guess I could use the cotton swabs and the paper soap here. I'll rub them together and transfer the grease from the soap onto the cotton swab.

Jamil: Then, I just have to rub the cotton swab against the part of the zipper that's catching…

Deuce: Woah, it opened… Thank you very much!

Deuce: I can't believe you could use that paper soap and cotton swabs like this. And I definitely didn't think that a scarf could be used for a bag.

Deuce: It's just like you said at the Mystery Shop about just needing a little bit of ingenuity.

???: Heeey, Jamil! Deuce!

Jamil: Hm? That voice…

Grim: Look, I got 5 scoops of ice cream! Ain't it cool!?

[trips]

Grim: Ah! Oh no, it's falling…! Fnyaaaaaaaa!!

[ice cream goes flying]

Deuce: Aaah! The ice cream is coming this way!!

Deuce: Huh? My clothes aren't dirty?

Deuce: Did you protect us from the ice cream with magic, Viper-senpai? Wh-Whew.

Deuce: Hey, Grim, that was really close!

Grim: My… My ice cream～ I didn't even get to have a single bite… Nyaaaa～～!

Grim: Then… I just gotta go an eat [Yuu]'s, then!

Deuce: Man, he's not listening at all… Huh? Ack!

Deuce: A drop of chocolate ice cream got on the shirt I was holding, and now there's a brown stain… What should I do?

Jamil: Let me see… Hm, something as small as this, I should be able to do something about it.

Deuce: Really!?

Jamil: Yeah. This time, I'll use a scarf, the paper soap, the cotton swabs… Pretty much everything I brought.

Jamil: I'll place the scarf under the shirt, and lather up the stained part of the shirt with a wet paper soap.

Jamil: Then, I'll gently dab it with the cotton swab…

Deuce: ! Woah, the stain is disappearing!!

Jamil: By dabbing the cotton swab into the stain, I'm able to transfer it to the scarf. That should be enough of a temporary fix.

Deuce: Wow. You just used normal everyday objects to fix problem after problem…

Deuce: You just keep saving my hide, Viper-senpai. I'll treat you to not just one bottle of juice, but a whole case!

Jamil: I'm not going to be able to drink that much juice at once, you know…

Jamil: Don't worry about it, really. In fact, I'd rather you just stay out of trouble when you're around me.

Jamil: Also, compared to usual… This sort of thing's pretty trivial.

Jamil: This event is really nice and calming. I'm looking forward to whatever comes next, too.

Deuce: As long as you're here, Viper-senpai, no matter what happens, I bet we'll all be able to enjoy both the festival and the masquerade

Jamil: Sure, but it'd be best if nothing troublesome actually happens.

(Part 1) Part 2

#twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper #deuce spade #twst jamil #twst deuce #twst grim #twst translation #twst glorious masquerade #mention: azul #mention: yuu

[conjuremanj]

Real Honey Jars/ + Jar Spell.

(Hoodoo Lesson)

These jars has been around for a while The Honey Jar is newer, something that's been constricted in the last 10 yrs or so give or take. What gets me and some and others is that it's been presented as traditional old fashioned hoodoo. It is not. Now the sweeten jar is.

I want you to think about is this, your black ansestors did not have access to Honey like that. Then some people say that they went and collected honey and brought it home. NO. Honey wasn't easly accessable to your ansestors back then so they wouldn't have use it.

Wrong Way To Make A Jar.

☝️Now you see this big jars fill with all kind of stuff and the candles on top and wax dripping everywhere and when a person look at these jars they look cool and pretty and magical. Not real. Real jars aren't made to be pretty.

Honey Jar workings are known for taking a slow but steady approach to a problem. They help sweeten any one in your favor or gently break down their defenses etc. But in general, they aren't a very "quick" type of working.

The only thing Honey Jars are good for is maintaining a spell for long term like a relationship, a job. Etc. But not if your in a hurry like Court. 😁

Honey it pours slowly, it moves slowly. It reacts slowly. So when you buy these honey jar spells or you make one on your own and It's not working at the speed that you need Doesn't mean it's not affective it's just moves slow.

Jars needs to be in a constant state of motion because the universe is in a state of motion. So when you build a honey jar and you get no results it's because it's slow it's sits on your altar which keeps the energy from flowing. So now you just have a cute jar on your altar.

Now the sweeten jars do work fast because they have more flow more energy behind it.

Another thing these court case honey jars or not a good idea because of the flow and how slow it is so by the time it takes affect and start working that person will be in jail already.

Right Way To Make A Jar

When you construct a honey jar or sweeting jar and you keep it on your working altar you can use a large jar. Small jars are great to carry with you.

Why sweeting? Well in the southern culture when a girl or guy likes you they would say she's sweet on you right. Same principle.

Sweeten Jar Spell: Sweeteners are used to help "sweeten" someone's disposition to you, make you appear favorable in their eyes and make you attractive to them.

To Sweeten someones Heart: Take a small jar write that person's name the 3 times on brown petition paper in-between the names write; think about me. Like me etc.

Next sugar. (sugar water flows quicker if it moves quicker physically it will move quicker spiritually )

Pour a few 5 teaspoons of sugar. Add a cinnamon stick or a 3 teaspoons of cinnamon. (not to much it's a spice)

A piece of damiana root (damiana is a horney root use to heat the privates)

Pinch of licorice root (licorice is sweet and compelling)

Fill with water.

Light a Pink candle or White next to the jar. Put your petition paper underneath.

Say a prayer to activate it.

Shake your jar to keep it going.

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[tricksterfiction]

Prompt #10 - Charcuterie

It was the last night before deployment. Reports of the Garleans moving their amassed army to invade Eorzea, Grand Companies were mobilizing to meet them in an all out battle to repel them.

Sen's orders were to remain, reserved for the next wave of deployment to refresh the front lines if...they weren't completely wiped out. The tension was palatable across the barracks as soldiers and officers alike moved as bees humming with purpose.

Amidst the preparation there were small slices of visitation, chances to say goodbye to families and loved ones.

Sen was busy with a far more important task, preparing to say goodbye to her girlfriend.

In her arms she carried an assortment of deli meats, lettuce, pickles, and sauces. A borrowed wooden cutting board was under her arm. Sen knew she loved tiny things (like herself!) and wanted to make a romantic snack to share for the evening. In her back pocket she had written all her feelings out, besides a scant imitation of charcuterie, her plans were to have her mouth fully occupied otherwise.

All plans were dashed at the sight of her mounting her chocobo with the rest of her platoon. The conjurer gasped, the jars of pickles smashed to the ground, a clatter of the cutting board. She took off at a dash, shouts of her leaving her mess behind.

"Wait! Rosie!"

A helmeted highlander twisted about at the sound of her name then saw who was calling for her. Rosie quickly removed her helmet, her deep raven hair pulled into a tight bun, swinging her leg over her saddle to run and meet Sen.

"I was looking everywhere for you!" She scooped Sen up in a massive hug, even in full armour, giving her a small spin before putting her back down.

"I thought you were leaving tomorrow morning- what changed, how much time do you have, Althyk keep-! I almost missed you!" Sen cried, watery eyes staring up at her. "Were you really going to leave without saying goodbye?"

Those amber eyes glistened, she removed her gauntlet and pressed her bare palm to Sen's cheek. "No, of course not, I tried- you-" She looks behind the raen and sees the pile of food, realizing where Sen had been. She chuckles, affectionately rubbing a thumb to brush away a tear. "What in seven hells were you doing?"

Sen spied a look behind herself, regaining her composure swiping a sleeve under her nose. "Just- was going to make us a snack, take you in for a romantic evening." She chuckled herself, sadly, sniffling.

Rosie looked left and right, then whispered conspiratorially. "We don't leave for another half bell."

Snapping to it, Rosie took Sen's hand and they ran off together to one of their many many hiding spots for good proper fraternization. In a whirlwind, Sen helped Rosie out of her armour, they were specially practised.

Sen's hands shook, even in the heated pressing of bodies, hungry desperate kisses. The moments ticked in her head, this wasn't how she wanted say goodbye. They were supposed to have time, they were supposed to do this once, twice, thrice as many times as they wanted.

As their highs built so to did a ball of emotion, they were supposed to cuddle underneath a tangle of sheets at the break of dawn.

Burying her wet cheeks into the crook of Rosie's neck, her arms wrapped around her shoulders in a vice like grip. Not yet!

A little time later...

Snap! One pauldron secured and then another. They were both dressed once again, their time was up.

A dull thud of Sen's forehead against Rosie's back.

"I'll be back, Sen. You know I will." Rosie says.

"I didn't know you were also a prophet."

"Sen..."

"I'll pray for you." She says, quietly. Then pressing a letter into her hands. "Read it when you're on the road."

"I will." She promises.

"Give them hell."

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Funeral proceedings honouring all the souls lost to the Battle of Carteneau being read by a somber Kan-E-Senna. Days proceeding the Seventh Umbral Calamity.

"Rosie Kemp, honoured Petty Officer Second Class Sergeant of the Black Vipers platoon fought bravely in the Battle of Carteneau. Rosie Kemp is survived by her family, two younger sisters, and her mother and father. May she find peace in the arms of the Twelve."

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #prompt #10 #Charcuterie

[wind-becomes-lightning]

Bugs, of all things.

(cover art done by the incomparable @foolishk)

Helloooo, dear @kankuroplease!! Thank you so so so much for all your hard work during the donation drive! <3 Lemony and me loved working with you and we all adored (and still adore) all your wonderful art. I really hope you enjoy this surprise present~ <3

Shino x OC

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On a day out Aori notices something interesting about her little sister Katsura.

“I will not buy that for you, put it back”, Aori took the picture frame out of the basket she was carrying around and pushed it back into her sister’s arms.

“But I could use it”, Katsura said with a little pout, crossing her arms over the item protectively. “I just recently found that nest with the butterflies that have a rare colour on their wings. If I could get hold to one of the dead ones I could display-”

Aori shuddered a little and shook her head: “No more bugs. We have enough of them everywhere in the house.” She pushed on, knowing that she had to put as much distance between her sister and the picture frames as she possibly could. Katsura would find something else, an empty jar or glass or an empty aquarium and have ideas. Aori couldn’t have that.

She regretted even taking Katsura into this craft store. She should have known that her younger sister would find something that could be used for bug menacing purposes and really should have tried to prevent that. But Aori had only needed very little. Just a little yarn for some needlework. Just quick in and out, she had thought. Katsura can’t pick up something if she was just fast, she had thought. It was foolish. She should have known better.

Without turning around to look if her sister was following, Aori dropped the items she had bought on the counter of the store. “Bag please”, she yelped, a little out of breath from her power walk through the isles. The clerk looked a little concerned at her sharp breath, probably wondering how a person that was so quickly out of breath could also work as shinobi most days, but they never had tried to outrun a sister with bug fever. Aori would like to see them try.

The clerk rang up the times without a further word and packed them into the bag. Aori took it from the counter and for the first time turned around to look for her sister. It took her a little to find the mane of long hair between the displays of craft items. Katsura was standing with her hands still wrapped about the damned picture frame, but she held it so tightly that it looked like she would crush it any moment. She was speaking to someone that Aori could not see and her lips looked tense. Also, something that Aori did not see everyday, there was a lot of red in Katsura’s face.

Only upon closer inspection did she realise whom Katsura was talking to. “I think that would be a very good idea,” Shino said, voice as always muffled behind his high collar and shades on his eyes as he always did. “I think it will preserve their unique 6 feet structure quite nicely if you put them in this environment.”

“Uh-uh, thank you, I think so too. T-They are just too cute you know?” Katsura replied, pressing her fingers so tightly around the frame that her knuckles turned white. Aori realised they were talking about bugs of all things. This shouldn’t have been at all surprising, but she still wasn’t very excited about the revelation. “Do you think I should buy something bigger than a normal terrarium?” Katsura asked.

Shino shrugged a little more dramatically then he needed to: “Well if you don’t want them all to have an early, inhuman end- then sure.” Inhuman? They were bugs! Aori thought. Also they didn't have space in the house for something bigger than a terrarium. They didn’t have space in the house for any bug growing items. Katsura already had enough of those.

“I- I will buy something then. Maybe something I can build so they can flourish outside! I could double the population by winter”, Katsura bounced a little, up on her heel and back down, eyes looking everywhere but her opposite face. Shino nodded: “I’m sure you can.” She giggled. ”If not, you could always come by and look at how we do it,” Shino added.

Aori raised a brow and looked from Shino’s content smile to her sister's red face, white knuckles and moving heels, and then back at Shino. She blinked and then it suddenly hit her what was going on. These two nerds were actually flirting. For them, talking about bugs was the same as that. Aori shuddered again. Good for them, but ew.

This was when Shino noticed her. “Aori-san”, he said and bowed his head just a little deeper than necessary. “I hope you’re having a nice day.” He was always friendly with her, always polite. Maybe a little too polite, now that Aori thought about it. She smiled to herself. Maybe he was trying to make a good impression on her, which was charming when one thought about it clearly. “Shino-kun”, she replied, “I hope you are not talking my sister into wasting more money on bug stuff.”

“I’m not wasting-” Katsura protested immediately, but it was Shino who cut her off: “I think she has a good handle on the animals, so I would not say she is wasting money- or time. It’s rare to see someone outside of the Aburame clan to be so knowledgeable.” He gifted another smile to Katsura and Aori thought her sister might faint right there at that compliment alone. Sage, Aori hadn’t known the crush was that serious.

She sighed: “That is very nice of you to say, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t encourage her. For my own sanity.” He put his head to the side and then took a look at Katsura, who averted her eyes from his face instantly. “Well, I can’t promise that, Aori-san, but I will have to leave you for now. I still have some things for my students to buy” Shino shook a bag full of green cotton and then turned to Katsura: “I see you around.” 

“Yeah! I see you around!” the girl replied, a little louder than necessary and waved as if Shino was departing with a ship for many months. He shyly waved back as he exited the store.

As soon as the last of his coat was out of sight Aori burst into laughter. “Shut up,” Katsura said, face still red as if she had accidentally painted it, though her hands finally loosened around the frame Aori was definitely not going to buy for her still. 

“Ohh, don’t be like that~” Aori sang and threw one hand around her sister’s shoulder.

“I said ‘Shut up’”, Katsura repeated in a frown. Aori took the frame out of her hands and put it back into the shelves. “Let’s go for a walk, hm? And we can talk about what happened here.” She led her sister out of the shop into the sunlight outside.

Outside the street was still lively, though the sun was already setting for the evening. Soon they’d have to hurry home so that Aori would be able to get dinner finished for both of them in time. “So tell me”, she grinned at her little sister, “have you had that crush for a while?”

Katsura marched on forwards, her eyes locked onto the road in front of her as if she was determined that if she ignored her older sister, Aori would just drop the subject eventually. What a childish belief to have, and also meant she didn’t know her sister that well. As if Aori would ever drop such a wonderfully cute and interesting subject as Katsura having a crush on someone.

Aori wasn’t going to give up now that she stumbled into this: “Come on, it’s cute, you can tell me, I promise I won’t tease you about it.”

“You’re already teasing me about it”, Katsura said shortly and then bit her lip realising that this could be understood as her admitting that it was the truth, that she did in fact have a crush. She made a “tss” sound like she used to do when she didn’t want to eat her green vegetables as a kid.

The elder woman stopped abruptly and held her sister by the arm: “I’m sorry if I come off like I’m trying to make fun of you, I am not. I really just want to talk to you about this- be supportive you know? Because I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m pretty sure Shino-kun has a crush on you too.”

Her face changed from a frown to bright red cheeks in what felt like the snap of a finger. Eyes wide, Katsura replied a half stuttering: “S-Shut u-up” but it sounded much less snappy as the ones before. 

“No I’m serious” Aori insisted, trying not to grin at her sister’s embarrassed reaction. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile as much as he did around you. Like- he was positively giddy.”

“He smiles all the time”, Katsura said, trying to keep her voice low and unimpressed, but Aori saw right through it. She laughed: “When you are around maybe.”

Maybe the laughter had been a little much, because Katsura turned on her heel and marched on through the evening sun without looking back at her older sister, hands as fists to her side. Aori scrambled to keep up, the bag swinging dangerously open and close on her arm. “Come on, don’t run like that”, Aori pleaded, once again being reminded that somehow, if she wasn’t completely dressed in her fighting gear, her condition seemed to be worse than she would have liked.

She caught up to Katsura in front of the door to their house. Her sister had suddenly stopped, crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned around to look at Aori. Her face was bright red now, a little pout on her face. “You didn’t mean that, did you?” she asked.

“Didn’t mean what?” Aori said and tried to catch her breath a little.

“That he has a crush on me too…” Katsura replied, but her voice seemed very thin and trailing off. The last time Aori had seen her sister as embarrassed was when she had failed a written exam in the academy on the history of the village even though both of them had studied together for days. “I’m sorry, I tried so hard and I failed anyway…” tiny Katsura had said and Aori had wrapped her up in her arms and told her it was fine. Aori now just barely could stop herself from doing the same.

“He complimented you several times. He defended you when I didn’t join in the compliments, plus the way he smiled….” Aori put her head to the side, blue hair falling into her neck and curling at her back. She was trying to recall the scene that she had witnessed. “Also, he pretty much told you to come over to his house as a guest to talk about -” she showed her disgust “- bugs. So I would say I’m like 90% sure.”

Katsura stared into her sister's eyes as if she was trying to figure out of this was a joke or Aori was being serious with that assessment. “He invited me to his house before”, Katsura said then, finally stopping the pout to look at her feet. “That means nothing.” 

“Oh god,” Aori said and suppressed the urge to laugh. “How many times has he asked you?” 

“This must be about the fourth time,” Katsura said and added, a little panicky: “Well, why…? I thought I would impose on him so I never took him up on the offer.”

It was hard now not to laugh, but Aori kept herself composed. She couldn’t stop herself from putting her flat hand against her forehead. Wow, Shino had tried so hard. “Poor boy”, she whispered and thought of him, asking Katsura to spend time with him alone four times and she still wasn’t getting it. 

“What?!” Katsura asked a little louder now, letting her arms fall to her side. While Aori was still trying to figure out the way to explain this situation without embarrassing her sister too much, Katsura figured it out on her own. “You mean to say”, she said slowly as if to calculate two things together, “that he asked me….out?”

Now Aori couldn’t contain the laughter. She chuckled and immediately pressed her hand in front of her mouth when she saw the look on her sister’s face. “I’m sorry”, she said and coughed a little. “Yes, I think that was what he was trying to do.”

Katsura’s jaw fell down and her eyes opened wide. “No,” she let out an Aori nodded: “I’m afraid so.” The younger girl took in sharp breaths and her cheeks heated up even stronger than they had previously. Aori really wanted to give her a hug. Love really was difficult. It didn’t come easy to Aori either, who turned into a mess when she had a crush on someone. Luckily, there was nobody currently.

“You should tell him”, Aori said. “I think he’d be delighted to know that you return his feelings.”

Her sister shifted her weight from one foot to the other, seemingly undecided: “I- I don’t know.” Oh, why was she always so darn cute. Aori was suddenly reminded of the time in which Katsura, just four, had told her “You’re my best friend in the whole world” and made her entire life worth it. Now she looked exactly like she did back then, full of love and a little embarrassed about it. There could not be any cuter version of her.

“That’s up to you, you know. I just think it would be a good idea”, Aori insisted again and put a hand on her sister's shoulder for moral support. 

The other woman sighed and shook her ponytail out: “Maybe-  maybe someday.” She spoke quietly, voice a little quivering and nervous as if the idea alone of telling him made her feel insecure. 

Aori finally gave into the urge and pulled her sister into a hug and held her tight: “Someday is alright, just don’t wait too long.” They stood there in the evening sun for a bit and then they walked into the house together to get ready for dinner. Katsura remained quiet for the rest of the day, seemingly completely distracted by her own mind.

Maybe Aori had thought that it would take her sister a little longer to make up her mind, that the insecurity needed a little time to be overcome, but she was absolutely dumbfounded when the literal next day Katsura came storming out of her room, a little box of a rare sting beetle pressed under her arm and a smile plastered on her face and said that she was going to the Aburame clan compound.

“For what?” their father had asked half heartedly, as always not interested in anything their daughters did. 

“Studying,” Katsura had replied so quickly that Aori knew she must have thought of the excuse in her own room. “They are after all the leading experts in the field career field I am interested in.” Their father frowned at the box with the sting beetle and then turned his face aways. As always, he only cared very little. 

Katsura pulled on her shoes and then turned around to match eyes with her sister. Aori pulled an eyebrow up as a question and Katsura smiled a little wide and then she winked before leaving the house. 

And though it was not Aori’s business at all, she couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter with excitement for her sister.

#fanfiction things #oc: aori #oc: katsura #aburame shino #hihihihihihihi #the art is so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuute #kali is a miracle worker #kiss for you kpz thank you for all your great work #i assume you are still on your weekend break but still!! youll see this eventually

[rockingrobin69]

Your Flufftober posts make me feel like I should participate in cuffing season lol

I won't because that's the total opposite of what makes these stories so fluffy and perfect. But every now and then I think hmmm... Maybe I'll also end up in my own random romcom ending.

Nonny I'm not gonna lie 'cuffing season' had me go: kinky? wait, culling? tiny baby cow? went to partner and he said, cuffling? (he meant cufflink) anyway hilarious

I met partner on a bus from nowhere to nowhere, the most insignificant by-chance thing in about 33-34 degrees heat (celsius) (I actually wrote about that here). A bit of an accident. But after the whole 'accident' part, it was also a lot of work, a lot of meaning it and fucking up and trying. I think that's what makes my stories so fluffy? The wanting it. The trying. (and the bone-deep affection) (anyway anyway) seeking it, putting yourself out there, it's tough. You have to want it. But if you do, darling nonny, you have all my fluff in support. To me love is real, and it's everywhere. I wish for you all the love you want.

I'd really like to gift you something, but all my short-fic brain space is spent on flufftober, so all I have is this little sneak-peak of the longfic I've been working on. It's - soft. I'm putting it under the cut:

~

He saw him in the frozen food aisle. Felt meaningful, in an entirely deranged way. Malfoy had two bags of frozen cauliflower in his hands, and he seemed to be deciding between them. Then he looked up, rolled his eyes, but didn’t walk away.

Harry approached gingerly. He heard Malfoy sigh at least three times before either of them spoke.

“You know you don’t have to stalk me now,” he said, and it came out far gentler than Harry expected, than he deserved. “We can arrange to meet.”

“Does it still have to be in a supermarket, or…?”

Malfoy laughed, and half the weight in Harry’s belly disappeared, or started dancing, a very intricate manoeuvre.

“Places where they sell food are preferable, for obvious reasons. What are you doing here, Potter, really?”

“Erm.” He couldn’t really tell. Didn’t really know. Harry picked up a bag and handed it to him.

“Frozen carrots as a peace offering?” Malfoy chuckled, but he took it.

“Yeah. Would you… I can help, if you want. With the shopping I mean. And carrying it back home.”

“Oh, I was just going to Apparate,” Malfoy blushed, pretty-fucking-cute, “no, no, that would be. Great. If you wanted. You absolutely don’t have to.”

He was so bloody tall. Still managed to look up at Harry from underneath the longest lashes in the world. He swallowed, twice, and his throat went bob-bob-bob, mesmerising. Harry blinked himself into speech.

“I want to.”

“Really?” with this tinge to his voice, not exactly uncertainty.

Harry laughed, slightly less manic. “Yeah. Really.”

And so they walked around the shop, barely looking at each other. Malfoy was pink all over, and Harry was probably red as a beat. Still, it was… nice. It was nice. Being there with him. Calm. Like a truce, like resolution, like the opposite of being a fuckup.

“Beans,” Malfoy stopped in the next aisle, crossing an item off his list. It was long, neat, evenly written. “Ah, perfect, they have the mustard I—they have it.”

Harry didn’t have a list. He barely had a functioning head. He watched Malfoy hold the jar, almost like it was a secret, like he wasn’t allowed.

“Good mustard?”

“What? Oh. Yes. My favourite, actually. They don’t always have it here.”

“Hmm.” It was just like him, to have a favourite mustard. “Better get two, then.”

Malfoy shook his head, already rolling to the next aisle. “I’m going to get cream. Be a dear and grab a dozen eggs for me? Free range, please.”

Harry got him the eggs. He also sneaked a jar of the fancy mustard to his own trolley. Who knows, maybe he’ll like it.

#Robin answers #Robin rambles #cuffing season #also: calfing. cufflink. cuffster #also also #drarry fic #sneak peak to long fic

[lunawings]

On Anime Boston for the first time through the eyes of a returned long-time expat

*inhale* *exhale* So, I...

I had a really, really good time at Anime Boston. 

I’ve talked about this here and there in the past, but I know a lot of people are interested in hearing about the differences between anime events in America and Japan (including people I talked to at the actual event) so while both are still fresh in my mind and my emotions are still raw I’m going to talk about it. 

Disclaimer: Of course, these are my own personal opinions based on my own personal experience. 

In Japan there aren’t really any varied, all-inclusive anime events such as the cons we have in America. There are basically two kinds of anime events in Japan: Official events which are more like concerts and you buy tickets to them as such (like Tales of Festival) and the fan driven “comic markets” (”Comiket”) , which are usually free for entry. 

Admittedly I haven’t been to many Comikets, but from what I can tell, a Comiket is more or less the combination of only two things: Doujinshi sales and cosplay. And not much else. The reason I stopped going to Comikets is because I stopped buying doujinshi and because, honestly... cosplaying at Comiket was not very fun for me. So let’s start here:

Cosplay In Japan, you aren’t allowed to arrive to the event already wearing your costume. (I assume this is at least partially if not mostly because they don’t want to cause problems for neighboring businesses with people taking photos or whatever.) The would-be cosplayers go into big changing rooms together where they get changed and leave their bags behind. Then, they go out to the designated photo areas to pose for other attendees. People are usually pretty serious about their cosplays being immaculate. Wigs and often contacts are a must. In America, it’s super chill, everyone just shows up in and wears their cosplay everywhere. (I saw people putting on their wigs on the subway! I even saw people getting on the bus to go home still in their cosplay!) You can also take pictures anywhere as long as you ask the cosplayer’s permission. There are a fair share of serious cosplayers of course, but for a lot of people it’s super casual. It’s not uncommon to see someone wearing a cosplay outfit with normal sneakers, or carrying around a big ugly backpack/messenger bag. (Or even better, an itabag for a totally unrelated character haha.) Natural hair popping out of your wig, or just no wig and all? Psh, no problem. 

I have to admit seeing the American style of doing things after so many years in Japan was kind of jarring at first. But. Ultimately, I do agree casual is better. It actually makes me want to cosplay again for the first time in a long time. 

Itabags In Japan, they will usually be in the image color of the character, and every inch of them will be covered with pins/straps of that character. Usually the same exact pin over and over and over again, actually. In America, not all but most of them are fairly sparse. A few different pins/straps of that character, or characters from the same anime, or even characters from all different anime, y’know whatever.

I recognize American itabags being sparse very much isn’t a choice since I saw straps on sale in the dealer’s room for $13-20!? JEEBUS. I used to buy the exact same thing in Japanese resale shops for 300-600 yen. That’s just depressing. Also, in America there’s no squatting in an anime cafe buying more and more pins and trading with others to get those 50 copies of the same thing as we do in Japan. It’s kinda nice that America is, once again, anything goes BUT MAN bottom line damn do I miss easy access to merch... I guess that’s really what this section is about. Of course Japan is better for having/buying things.

Sitting In Japan, you cannot sit on the floor at the venue. I mean yeah, you can sit during the show if you’re at an official event, but if you’re doing merch before the event or at Comiket or waiting or whatever there’s nowhere to sit. Even outside, we were always being shooed away from sitting in various places at Tales of Festival. As a result, all the nearby cafes and restaurants are PACKED with event patrons because there’s nowhere else to go. So it’s nearly impossible to get into said cafes/restaurants (and if you do, you’re holding down the fort). In America, you can sit on the floor on the sides of the hallways. As a result, I was shocked to find the nearby cafes and restaurants weren’t that bad. I was able to go to Dunkin Donuts for coffee in the morning and sit at the window. They only had like five seats and ALL OF THEM WERE EMPTY. AND IT WAS RIGHT OUTSIDE THE VENUE!? WHAT!!!? 

No contest the American way is so much better oh my god. 

Female Otaku Male otaku tend to look fairly similar in both countries, I think. But the girls... In Japan, nearly all female otaku are stealth. By that I mean, they look like any hyper-feminine, made up, typical Japanese girl you might see in a magazine... and then they pull out an itabag. In America, the average female otaku can definitely be picked out in a crowd. Unconventional fashion, dyed hair, anime shirts, cat ears, etc., you do you girl! 

I like that in America I can easily identify people who might have the same interests as me. Honestly, I think this was one of the reasons I had a hard time making friends in Japan. On my last day, my LAST DAY in the office I found out one of my coworkers knew about King of Prism. The entire time. I was so crushed. 

Now for some odds and ends:

America’s lack of Japan’s endless vending machines and convenience stores made it really difficult for me to get casual drinks and snacks on a whim. But as a result, I think I really saved a lot of money. In Japan, I was constantly buying drinks whenever I constantly saw vending machines. Anime Boston had free water instead! 

 Uh... um... so... I guess... Japan doesn’t have furries or at least not visible ones. I noticed this at my local comic con too: In America, Fursuiters will go to any con just for the chance to dress up and be themselves. *shrugs* I mean, go for it, why not. 

This is another awkward observation and I hope I can find a respectful way to discuss it. I thought to myself that... In America, we have many more anime fans with disabilities? But then I realized, that’s probably not exactly true. It’s just that again, they are probably just more visible. Probably because American events are more accessible to differently abled people. Which makes my heart ache for all the differently abled Japanese otaku who can’t, or perhaps think they can’t, attend events. Wow... damn... 

And this is a pandemic-only one, but, last I heard, in Japan, events (or at least Love Live concerts for one) are still masked and silent. Clapping only, no screaming, cheering, or even laughing if you can help it.  In America, as long as your mask is over your nose ARE YOU READY TO MAKE SOME NOOOOIIIISEEEE!?!!!!!!!!!!!!? (At Anime Boston, I was encouraged to scream louder several times.)

And Finally:

Socializing This one goes for Japan as a whole, but in Japan, people don’t usually socialize outside of their group. Everyone is kind of in their own little bubble.  In America of course, people are very friendly with those around them and won’t hesitate to chat with someone about what they have on their bag or what they are wearing, etc.

Honestly, the Japanese way was comforting to me because I felt safe in that bubble. I could walk around without the anxiety of making a fool of myself or accidentally being rude if someone talked to me. I... do miss this in a way. I felt very awkward, anxious, and scared a lot of the time during the first two days of the con. But by the third day, once that bubble was fully popped and I was finally able to relax, it... it felt good. Really good, actually. 

In conclusion...

I will always miss going to official events and seeing the Japanese voice actors. But.

BUT.

I am just... incredibly humbled by how much love goes into putting on an event like Anime Boston. All the people who have donated their time for years and years. It was a completely different feeling from any event I ever went to in Japan.  It was also just one of the warmest, most positive, most accepting spaces I've ever been in. I loved being an otaku in Japan and there’s no doubt there were a lot of various advantages to it, but... I have a whole new appreciation for what I have now.

The whole grassroots, fan-driven, “we have no official events so let’s make our own” history of American anime cons has resulted in so many quirky and wonderful traditions that, if they exist in Japan, I never saw them. Such as cosplay chess, AMV contests, cosplay skits, anime game shows, fan panels, the list goes on.

I was particularly moved by Saturday afternoon’s Idol Showcase. Seeing all these girls of all different shapes, sizes, and abilities putting themselves out there, making their dream of becoming an idol come true on the stage. And the crowd’s reaction to them, so warm and supportive to every single participant... It made me realize...

Maybe

Just maybe

Maybe it’s not too late... Maybe it’s not too late to be an idol after all. Maybe I’m not too old or too fat or too uncoordinated or too whatever. Maybe... I could actually do this. 

And just like that

For the first time in a very long time, I had a dream. 

It’s going to be hard, really hard, especially because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to form a group in the very specific place I live and I have nowhere to practice. But I can’t get it out of my head. I spent Saturday night happy crying and looking up various videos to narrow down possible performances that I might actually be able to do.

Even if it doesn’t end up happening for me, I’m still grateful to Anime Boston for just giving me the feeling that it’s possible. I’m grateful for American anime cons and their patrons everywhere, for making fans dreams come true. 

PS. 

B-kun looks so much like Kakeru it was driving me crazy all weekend OMG.

#anime boston #anime con

[elementalladymallorie]

Snapshots Of Summer- Fireflies

Alright the next chapter of Snapshots! This time based on the fireflies pictures. I thought it was an adorable picture and wanted to do that one next.

Next one might not be a cannon picture, but an idea I have. We'll see.

Word Count: 1K

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Summer time, before school started and Luz had to spend most of her time away, meant that standard human time traditions had to be done. That’s at least what Luz had decided, and none of them had really protested it. 

Gus had personally taken each new experience as a research opportunity, and Willow’s recent photography habit had her hooked to the point she carried the camera with her everywhere now.

Luz had been giddy about something all day, refusing to let anyone other than her mother know what the plan was. She’d just smile, and promise them they’d see later.

The only thing they’d gotten was that Vee had seen her collecting some jars, while Willow heard her muttering something about nets.

They didn’t have to wait terribly long to uncover the mystery though.

The closer to night it got the more excited Luz seemed to get. She’d been fidgety during dinner, and had started gathering the jars up around sunset, seeming to go over the number of them again and again. When the sky had been dark for about an hour Luz was glued to the window looking out and like she was waiting for something.

Everyone but Camila was keeping an eye on her, but had settled by the fact that Camila hadn’t done anything beyond laugh at her excitement.

She cheered when she finally caught sight of whatever she’d been waiting for. The noise had startled the other kids, breaking the peace that had settled over the house. 

Vee accidentally smacked Amity’s feet with her tail when she jerked from the surprise, while Gus startled hard enough to drop the book he’d been reading. 

“Oops. Sorry guys!” Luz looked sheepish, rubbing at the back of her head as the others looked at her. “But it’s time!” 

“Time for what?” Willow asked just as Luz dashed back to collect her jars. Willow frowned a bit before rolling her eyes with a smile as she heard Gus and Amity snickering.

“It’s time for fireflies!” Luz had the jars precariously balanced in her arms, her mother holding the ones that would’ve fallen if Luz had tried to take them. 

“Fireflies?” Amity’s brow furrows “The Human Realm has something like that here?”

“They’re not like the bees back in the Isles.” Luz amends, shifting the jars for a better hold “They’re also called lightning bugs in some places, but we call them fireflies out here. You guys have got to come out to see them!”

They all head out towards the backyard, Luz leading the way while Camila trails behind them. 

Once they were all outside, the kids stood there taking in awe at the sight that awaited them. All around them were flying, flickering lights that certainly did look like flying embers.

“These are fireflies?” Vee askes, following a few with on their path as they blinked in and out of sight.

“They are.” Camila’s voice is warm as she takes in the awed expressions on the kids “They only come out during summer before leaving.”

“And we’re going to catch some!” Luz starts handing out jars, one to each person. “It’s something I used to do all the time as a kid. I thought you guys might like to try.”

“Catch them?” Amity eyes her own jar warily. “How do we catch them?”

“And is it safe?” Gus’ grip on his jar is tentative, and he looks the least excited at the prospect of actually catching the bugs.

“It’s perfectly safe Gus.” Luz unscrews the cap of the jar she’s still holding, waiting a moment before a few fireflies drift into her range before cupping them into the jar and putting the lid back on. “And this is how you catch them!”

“We just use the jars?” Willow asks, a grin growing on her face as she looks over the open space.

“You can use your hands to catch them. It’s just a little hard to keep them in the jar.” Luz shrugged, before unscrewing her jar and shaking it just a bit to help encourage the bugs to leave. “Once we’re done we’ll let them back out.”

She looked at her friends and waved hand out toward the yard, giving an encouraging smile “Well what are you guys waiting for? Come on!”

Willow was the first out to try to collect the bugs, followed in quick order by Hunter and Vee while Amity came at a more controlled pace.  Gus lingered before taking tentative steps out into the yard. 

It took a while for anyone to get enough fireflies to count as a ‘full’ jar. The fear of the bugs possibly still being literal fire made even the bravest of them hesitate and flinch back before they could catch more than one or two at a time.

It was Hunter who first got enough to really have a jar that glowed, stealing his nerves and carrying through when a good number of them flew in front of him. 

He stared in awe of his jar, crouching down closer to the ground and just watching insects floating around in the jar.

Luz came up behind him, leaning over and looking at the jar as well. “Nice job Hunter.”

“They look like little light glyphs.” Hunter’s voice is quiet, eyes still wide as he stares.

“Yeah, they kinda of do!” Luz’s grin is wide on her face, and that’s when Willow manages to catch them. 

She quietly picks up her camera, and snaps a quick picture of the scene. When it develops, she laughs a little, attracting waving Amity over to share. She’d been so focused on Luz and Hunter she’d managed to miss Gus in the background.

Amity giggled as well, looking up and watching as Luz and Hunter helped Gus overcome his nerves to catch his own jar of fireflies.

Later they’d all let the captured bugs out of their jars, watching them all fly back up and away. They had all agreed that it was a fun experience, and they were excited to see what other fun ‘traditions’ Luz and Camila were going to share with them.

#Toh #The owl house #toh season 3 #toh spoilers #toh luz #toh hunter #luz noceda #hunter noceda #Those are the main two really #but the others are mentioned #writings #I hope you guys enjoy it

[gorbo-longstocking]

whos your favorite skelly?

blue or lord! its a toss up between them. theyre both little freaks and im obsessed with them. i want to put them in a jar and carry them around with me everywhere <3

#asks

[bad-knees]

where i am - feb 17 2024

im out at work, and pretty much everywhere i go, even though i don’t really wear girl clothes, i simply exist and people call me miss. it’s been okay! the excitement’s worn off. it’s still strange sometimes to hear the name mira. the people who’ve been in my life the longest are definitely the ones struggling the most with deadnaming and misgendering me. my new normal. which is funny because most of the time i don’t consciously think of myself as a girl or a woman, im simply myself, and who the fuck knows who that is.

enjoying time spent with friends, and with the small group at the church i go to. enjoying existing among people. though i still have days or weekends alone where it feels like im all alone in the world. my pea sized brain lacking any sense of object permanence. funny how social ive been turning out.

or maybe it’s just a part of me. a friend talked to me about understanding DID within themselves and their parts and internal family dynamics therapy. and so i’ve been thinking about my own lack of consistency. what are my parts? do they have names and characterizations?

im seeing someone and it’s thrilling and exciting. but im also too afraid to get hurt to be too excited about this new thing and about them. im still waiting for them to realize that im not that interesting and that im beneath them and i have nothing to offer them, that im not the wounded animal they want to be carrying around leading the way. their mind is full of facts and history and interesting things, and mine is near empty all the time unprimed and unprompted. i don’t think im actually that boring. i do more than stare at white walls and imagine the same three things surely. there’s a whole universe inside me i simply forget about too often.

i want more time and attention from them than they’ve been giving me. maybe it’ll come in time. or maybe id be better off getting myself busy. with reading and art and experiences and other friends and music shows and other partners. but who knows. it reminds me of a friend and her girlfriend. the girlfriend lives with her mom and doesn’t have much of a social life, but my friend does more. maybe couples figure that stuff out.

how do i relationship? or date to start with? how do i stop being afraid? i don’t want to act out of fear, i want to act out of love.

they got me roses for valentines day. at first i was a little dismayed. a generic gift you’d get someone else. but then i brought them home and cut off the stems and put them in a larger mason jar. and now they sit on my coffeetable and look gorgeous. i love them. and now i feel guilty for being ungrateful at first. thoughts like “do you even see me?” in face of a romantic gesture.

i have a new notebook for mind mapping for poetry and songs. it’s beautiful making mysterious connections. and the rhyming game in my head never seems to stop.

i have tentative plans with a sadist. someone ive hung out with before, but this time around feels different. maybe it’s the different hormone regimen, the introduction of progesterone which has been known to increase homosexual tendencies.

dealing with the newfound reality of feeling attractive. not only in the mirror, not only the nails i got done with a friend last tuesday, but also the inner kind. the emotional expressiveness i lend to others now. authenticity, showing you my beautiful self and all the beautiful things inside me. although these feelings come and go.

a card carrying lesbian. a glittery strap. sensual. ive been told im good at sex.

a friend told me that growing up pentecostal is sorta kinky. to which im seeing the truth in. why do we pretend like we live anywhere other than our bodies?

i feel sad, and then i write, and then the feeling goes away.

sometimes it feels like im going nowhere and nothing is happening. the calendar where i write what happens retrospectively says otherwise. and so does the constant of change and progress im seeing in my art and in my transition goals, and in the person im seeing, the upcoming drama with my family when i come out to my parents, a surgery date set a year from now, the needle i stick in my week every week, clothes and earrings and necklaces i need to go find, the possibility of falling in love with someone who loves me too, books ive yet to read, movies ive yet to see, etcetera etcetera etcetera.

#me #blog

[jvstheworld]

My Ted Lasso Re-watch: S1E5 (part 2)

Tan Lines

Baz calling Ted a wanker in front of Michelle and Henry is not something he should have to deal with. It's actually vile how people think it's okay to yell abuse at people who are just trying to do their jobs, and also do it in front of their loved ones. Henry is a kid, he shouldn't have to see his dad yelled at like that.

Will say though, Ted looks awfully cosy in his jumper.

Mae coming in to help and give Henry some darts to play with. She saved the day.

Michelle is trying but it feels so half arsed. She has pretty much checked out of the relationship, despite what she tries to say or do, she just won't admit it yet. She didn't meet Ted half way at training because she doesn't feel that rush of excitement when she sees him anymore. She wants it to be over.

How much force did Henry use to get the dart in Paul's arm? Kid has a good arm if he can do that.

Two things: the first is that I love that Roy has really gotten into reading A Wrinkle In Time to the point where he carries it everywhere he goes. And the second is that he is so clearly jealous of Jamie getting to be around Keeley that he say anything just to talk to her.

Keeley isn't scared of Roy, and isn't afraid of putting him in his place when he's over stepped.

1st Field of Dreams reference, while building a lego bus. Ted wants to be apart of Henry's life, it's just difficult to do in their situation. It's a cute family moment and Michelle does join in, if only for Henry's sake.

Ted lying awake in bed with Henry and Michelle, because this is what he wants. He has missed his family and they've had a seemingly good day together. And it makes him hopeful for the future, which is heartbreaking when you know what comes next.

Okay Ted, honey, you're supposed to put jam and clotted cream on scones. The order in which you do that is up for debate, however, you're not supposed to eat them dry.

Ted and his jar of peanut butter. Is that an ADHD thing, serving as a reminder to eat food?

Ted is all smiles and as soon as he sees Michelle crying his face just drops and goes to comfort her. Except, hearing that your wife is no longer in love with you must hurt more than he can let on because Henry is around and neither of them want show that anything is amiss. Jason shows Ted going through heartbreak very well.

Nate's right, 4,438 miles is a lot of space to give someone.

Beard's opinion on marriage is funny considering his relationship with Jane. He's the one who always goes back to her. And I'm not going to talk about that ending until I get to it.

Nate's dad talking about his height as 0.001 miles tall, could be seen as a nice in joke between father and son, but really when you meet his dad it's kind of condescending.

Michelle and Dr Jacob decided that Ted needed to give her some space. Now, is that because Dr Jacob liked Michelle and wanted to persue her but needed Ted out of the way, or did they come across each other one day, after the divorce, and he just asked her out? Either way, she was a former client, and he had personal info about her from their sessions together, they should not have dated.

Damn, Higgins. That's a good truth bomb right there. In every scene we seen Leslie and Julie together, you can tell that they are still very much in love after all these years.

In the UK the emergency number is 999, but for non-emergency medical needs we also have 111, to help stop people from coming in for minor ailments that could be sorted without a trip to A&E (the ER). Doesn't always help though as I can attest to, unfortunately.

That was the first unofficial meeting of the Diamond Dogs. A chance to give men the opportunity to talk about things in a positive and healthy way. God, I fucking love it.

#ted lasso #michelle lasso #henry lasso #roy kent #keeley jones #coach beard #nathan shelley #leslie higgins #ted lasso rewatch #tv show thoughts

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Meaning the performers

Arthur Shelby pov

I decided to talk to the ring master to see if we can meet the formers. He said be OK but he also mentioned that they might not be able to take off all their make up. I told them I’d be fine as long as I be able to meet those two Twins that be all right. He said sure follow me to the tent we started following him we saw a tent. It was dark colored it was red and black. You don’t see that’s a lot and during the master saw a crate near the tent so he knocked out in it, the little boy came out showing that he still had make up on and he was not out his performer outfit he looked at the ringmaster before looking back at us in shock. Ringmaster got his attention again saying hey buddy these two people really want to talk to you and your sister is that OK with you? little boy knowledge his head he open the tent, curtains to let us in I decided to look around to get my surroundings.  I noticed that there was one bed and puppets were everywhere. There is a vanity and there is jars full candy. I am shocked to see that the children were having everything such a mess the close in  boxes and on the vanity there is make up there was a table and two chairs during master was sitting on one of the boxes that have close the little girl came out, and she put a jar of candy on the table. Then she kept the ham on the table, doing master open the jar and took the lollipop out he looked at us and said she’s offering if you want any candy. I decide to take one.

Tom Shelby POV

Hello, my name is Tom Shelby it’s a pleasure to meet you. I stuck my head out for a shake. She shook my head. I turn my head to I thought where her brother will be. He wasn’t there. I was about to ask until I saw the boy walking. He carry a small crate up to the table, pull it down, and then he sound that I looked at him and he weighed. I looked at his sister, and then I saw her sat down on his lap. They were quiet, but they did make small talk. I was interested to know about their pass. They told us that they grew up around the world, but their birth place was a little Heath, they said that they didn’t know their father. 

Daniel pov 

I looked at the little clock that we had on our pants. I found out it was pretty late. I looked at the person in front of me, Tom Shelby, mister Tom Shelby I think it’s time for you to go. He looked at me confuse until I showed him the watch. I have attached to my clothes. It’s all the time and said very well. Have a good night.

No one’s pov

After the guest left, the two twins decided to take a shower turn to remove all the make up after the shower they were getting ready for bed even if they had one bad, they liked it because they were able to cuddle up more like Angel was able to cuddle Daniel  love being close to his sister the problem is that they never actually know what their mother look like they she die when they were babies now looking back on it Daniel was able to make out some features that they both had between tom Shelby, the same eyes, the same attitude, same face features. It freaked them out. He hoped that he wasn’t his father. He will not let Tom Shelby ruin their life. They build their way up to the top and the circus they would not go down without a fight.

#peaky blinders #tom shelby