#and the fluff will only grow

[sardonic-sprite]

Part 2 of Dad!Tim AU (so Q doesn't murder me in my sleep /aff) tw: referenced rape, referenced attempted/intended murder

(Part 1)

As we hit the ninth month, everyone is tense and on tenterhooks, but Tim is by far the worst. He can't sleep for more than an hour without jerking awake from a nightmare: the faceless child growing up, hands around a sword, smirking on Ra's's right hand, maybe coming to Gotham, but to hurt Tim's family, not join them... other times it's the child dying in infancy or even birth, and Tim doesn't know if that part is worse, the grief, or the next part, the fear, as Ra's's sister advances on him to try again

Nine months to the day since Paris and Tim is a wreck and the whole family is buzzing out of their skin, ready to ACT, but its not until 2 weeks later that they finally get Talia's call.

And in the background, there's a baby crying

Everyone is all wtf talia we said we were gonna WAIT and she grimly tells them there would be no waiting, she needs them to come pick up the baby now. Because the baby is a girl. Because Ra's will only accept a MALE heir, and he's not going to bother raising a child he has no use for. Because Ra's's sister is furious with the disgrace of bearing the wrong sort of baby and wants nothing to do with something that was supposed to be her greatest honor. Talia can only be gone so long before they will realize she has not in fact buried the infant in the snow, so they need to come NOW

Everyone bursts into frantic motion, freaking out, livid, terrified. Its all way too much, and Tim just sits and stares blankly, because he thought he'd have just a little more time. Dick sees this, and gently asks if Tim wants to stay back, and if he wants someone to stay with him. He does. So the others go, and Dick sits and holds Tim's hand as Tim tries to process. And he realizes that if not for Talia, all of his pain, all of his terror, all the violation would be for absolutely nothing.

And then he realizes that makes him MAD.

How dare they? He thinks. How DARE ra's and his sister throw the child away just because Tim gave her the "wrong" chromosome? HOW FUCKING DARE they treat a human child like a goddamn happy meal toy, like it -- she -- is disposable because she isn't what they wanted?

He gets up ("Tim?" Dick asks softly) and goes to find Alfred. The room right across from his, Alf, the one that has a view of the gardens, thats the nursery. Tim may still not be READY for this but he'll be damned if he can't do better than fucking RA'S.

So he and Dick and Alfred spend the tense, anxious hours moving and arranging baby stuff in the room, while Barbara folds all the onesies and diapers into the drawer and calls leslie about formula bc they don't know any nursing mothers

They get the call that the family arrived, they have the baby, they're on their way home, and Talia will keep up the pretense as long as she can so they can get back to Gotham. Baby's sleeping now, they say, and swear she looks just like Tim.

"You've got a regular little Snow White on your hands," Jason laughs, and no one on the plane is ever allowed to tell Tim how close Jason came to stealing his child (HER CHUBBY LITTLE CHEEKS STEPH JUST LOOK i see them jay.) "Black hair, pale skin (you're still paler), red lips, well, whole red face when she really wants to wail."

Tim doesn't know what to make of that yet, but at least maybe it seems like he'll be able to look at the child without constantly seeing her mother. (Not that she deserves that title).

They can't paint the nursery tonight and have it be dry, but they're going to paint it, Tim decides. Something colorful and happy, not like the soulless beige he grew up with. Nothing like his soulless childhood.

The family arrives. They arrive and Tim and Alfred and Barbara and Dick go down to meet them, Tim clutching Dicks hand. The door of the plane opens and they file out, and its Cass, a complicated mess of emotions on her face, who holds out the tiny, TINY little swaddle

Tim's hands are shaking as he reaches out, but no one says so. Dick just carefully supports Tim's arms to make sure he's steady

Jason was right, he thinks. She is a little Snow White. Her skin's a little darker than his, but still paler than he'd have thought. She's got black hair, but that was a guarantee. She's got a little red mouth that yawns into a perfect O and blinks open blue eyes, but he doesn't know if they'll stay that color.

Its hard to believe he's a FATHER. He has a DAUGHTER. He's still only 17.

That's when Baby begins to cry, and Tim panics, and the others have to calm him down and promise its not his fault, she's only hungry, and they go upstairs to get a bottle. Then they all troop to the nursery, where Alfred and Bruce have to help Tim settle in Martha's old rocking chair, and show him how to hold the Baby in one arm and the bottle in the other hand, and help her eat.

Slowly the others trickle away, to sleep, to give him privacy, because jts all so surreal, and there may or may not be tears on Tim's face. Finally its just Bruce and Alfred, and they help Tim put Baby in the cradle thats been in the Wayne family for nine generations. Then they go, and Tim's still sitting on the rocking chair, staring, like this fever dream is going to disappear, and there won't be baby or nursery or this awful terrifying weight in his chest, and he's not sure if he would really want that or not

He hears a soft sound by the door and springs up, grabbing for a weapon he doesn't have, but its only Damian, looking as lost and unsure as Tim.

"I thought you went to bed"

"I could not sleep."

Tim can't really argue with that

Damian edges closer, looking at Baby's face like he's searching for something there.

"Have you named her?"

"No," Tim scoffs, because he didn't fucking want her, he thought she'd come with a name, just barely laid eyes on her or held her. Then he feels shame because what kind of father doesn't want to name his own child? His voice softens as he explains, "i have no idea where to start"

"At the end then," Damian suggests, just as soft. "With Wayne." And it might just be the kindest thing the kid has ever said to Tim.

"Ok," he says. "And in the middle?" It feels like a cop-out, asking Damian of all people to name TIM's child. But Tim can't... there's no logical process to follow here, naming is an emotional experience, it forges a CONNECTION and Tim just... all that furious resolve is much harder to draw from when he's confronting the reality it entails

Damian purses his lips, hesitating. Finally, he says, "There's Bahar. It... it means 'brilliant.'"

And at first, Tim balks, because no, that's what RA'S wanted from the child, Tim's brilliance, and what the FUCK, Damian-- and then he realizes. That... this might be, no it probably is, Damian saying "fuck ra's. The baby girl will be brilliant, and you're brilliant too."

He finds himself smiling, just a little, and repeats, "Bahar. I... I like it."

Damian smiles just a faint bit too, then.

"What... what about the beginning?" Tim tries, but Damian shakes his head and tells him that's for Tim to decide. He turns to go. Then Tim calls him back.

Slowly, hesitantly, Tim asks, "What's the word for 'snow?'"

Perfect little snow white... bury the kid in the snow... fuck ra's...

"... 'eira.'"

Damian leaves, and Tim looks down at the tiny little baby.

"Eira," he tries. "Eira. Eira Bahar Wayne."

It almost looks like Eira smiles.

Part 3

#sprite wrote #tim drake #dad!tim au #mostly angst #but if got fluffier #and the fluff will only grow #damian wayne #is a good bean #content warnings at top

[sysig]

Congrats on your promotion (Patreon)

#Doodles #Adventure Time #Fionna and Cake #Simon Petrikov #Fionna Campbell #Cake #Not only the adult in the situation but also her dad! Wow! Lol #When is this set? Don't worry about it lol #I mean when wouldn't it apply honestly haha #Constantly out of his/their depth: The Series #Meanwhile Fionna is just having a fun time :) I just want her and Cake to be happy <3 #Drawing Fionna smiling is so nice she's so cute ♪ #And admittedly drawing Simon stressed is also very fun lol poor thing #He just has so much fluff to pull on! Stress-scrunches his hands into his hair hehe #To be fair he's doing his best - he's rather competent for being a mild-mannered human! #He does about as well as could be expected and even above and beyond in places #Him calling out the Vampire King out of sheer dadly indignation? Beautiful #And he's still growing and learning :D Good for him #For now tho he gets to come to terms with that fact haha >:3c #How fun it is to be the one in control of your own destiny! How empowering and not at all stressful to be at the whims of the universe! #Ehh he's got a cosmic entity looking out for him he'll be fine #As long as he plays to her tune ♪

[emotionally-enervated-conagher]

do it. give him a cord tail.

“Y’know, this ain’t such a bad addition after all…”

Feat. @physically-synthetic-engibot

#ooc #CORD TAIL IT IS!!! #i appreciate the comments on the cordtail post HEHE #i love this design aspect sm #ALSO decided that dell grows his hair out a smidge #he needs some fluff on his poor receding hairline JDJDJJW #slowly but surely fighting this artblock #so only doodles for now #but working on some stuff rn hehehe #emotionally xyz mercs #blueprint discussions #emotionally enervated conagher #physically synthetic engibot #tf2 #engineer tf2 #dell conagher

[fountainpenguin]

Spent too long discarding names for a fluffy draft about Grian and Joel bottle-feeding newly hatched SnifferMyFeet, and I might be obsessed with this placeholder:

#SnifferMyFeet #Grian #Joel Smallishbeans #Sniff and Pig #Me out here like 'Finally some good fluff' -> 'Oh wait I forgot Sniff grows up to have trauma about this. Welp.' #Just wrote the line 'So when can we play with him?' with Grian holding up this newborn with lens caps on his eyes so #yknow this is a story about only good parenting #ridwriting #mcyt #Pixels Imperfect

[molosseraptor]

bathed, brushed, trimmed, and handsome after a solid grooming. he was super cooperative and it was really nice to see the training my friends and I did with him as a puppy hold up so well for some really invasive work.

#this creature was not cooperative for pictures after grooming him for three hours #but can we please admire how good his feet look? #I’m very proud of how they came out and the very natural trim up on his pants #can you believe he’s only just two and already has this much coat? #it’s insane #a groomer my friend was trying out butchered him so we had to wait a bit for things to grow out #and it was like trying to find my way in a snow storm #so much white fluff it was hard to tell where the different layers of hair began and ended

[lambsouvlaki]

For the Hell of It - Yearning (continued)

Characters: jason todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: G, no warnings

Summary: jason comes home from patrol and finds her sleeping on his couch. Squabbles over who gets to sleep on the bed ensues.

Masterlist

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A little after three in the morning Jason finished his patrol.

He swung up to his apartment level and let himself in through the window. Wet and cold and aching all over, he disabled the security, then climbed in. The warmth enveloped him. Despite himself his shoulders relaxed.

The rain smudged lights of the city shone through the windows and gently played upon her face where she slept on the couch.

He had spent the entire patrol berating himself for enjoying the domesticity of having Andy as a house guest, the way she had seen him off, and would surely be there when he returned. With a queasy sort of dread it took him back to days of Alfred waiting back at the cave with a cup of hot cocoa with a stern smile to send him off to bed. Days he had missed once, but were now so far behind him that the image unsettled.

Seeing her safely asleep dissipated the confused sensation. She was wrapped up like a burrito in a green afghan Dick had successfully ambushed him with for his twenty second birthday, just her little pout peeking out at the top.

Jason had meant to tell her to take the bed, only he forgot. Damn.

He kept the lights off and walked silently through the house, taking off the leather jacket and top layer of armour as he went. He tended to the night's meager collection of injuries, then he opened his laptop at the dining table and typed out his report while everything was fresh in his mind. Last he did inventory and an assessment of the state of his gear, setting aside anything that needed maintenance for the morning.

Typically he would stay in his full armour for his post-patrol routine, but it felt wrong with Andy sleeping not six feet away, and since the heating was on he didn't mind working in his compression under-armour.

He hated being cold. A childhood with no reliable heating, followed by two winters on Gotham's streets had left their mark. But he hated wasting money even more, and the idea of leaving his heating on all night just for his own comfort when he came home was absurd. He just wore more layers instead. He could put up with it.

Andy shouldn't have to be cold though. That was unacceptable.

His fingers weren't as stiff in the warmth, and the low back pain he usually got around this time was nowhere to be found. He felt more limber all over.

He huffed and looked over at her. He could already hear the 'what if you didn't insist on having a bad time for no reason, idiot,' she would definitely say.

She looked achingly beautiful with only speckled golden light illuminating her against the velvety darkness of the night, like some kind of baroque painting. She shouldn't be on the couch. It wasn't comfortable. He considered how to rectify that, but felt weird about picking her up and moving her around while she was asleep.

With his work all wrapped up for the night, he had a shower and washed away Gotham's grime. He re-entered the living room in flannel pjs with a gust of steam.

Andy was sitting up. She looked around with sleepy, relaxed eyes. Her hair was a mess.

"Hey," he said

"Mm. Jason."

Oh yeah, she wasn't really awake awake. She was always adorably out of it when only just woken up. It took about twenty minutes for her usual cynicism or any filter to boot up. Before then she was a bastion of serenity, and happy to go along with just about anything. He'd slept on her couch a couple of times and been almost offended by the state of perfect zen she apparently woke up with just by default.

She was also extremely suggestible. Once he showed up at her place at four in the morning after a really bad patrol and asked if she wanted to go for a ride. Anyone else in his life would have started throwing blunt objects for waking them up. She yawned, slid on a coat, and hopped onto the back of his bike like it was all perfectly normal. What else should she be doing at the crack of dawn on a Sunday if not driving to the other side of the state, just to turn around and come straight back?

It made him defensive on her behalf. Her very sensible and risk-averse walls were so completely lowered like this that they may as well not exist. It made him want to double check the security system was working properly. Maybe go shoot her ex in the kneecaps, just to be safe.

"You can can take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

She blinked at him. She mustered up a pout, which was a novelty for her current state.

"You were on patrol. In the cold." She laid back down, disappearing from his view on the other side of the couch. "'M not takin' your bed."

Huh, apparently not that suggestible. He looked down over the back of the couch. She was snuggling back into her blanket, her eyes shut.

"Hey, no. Wake up. Off the couch."

An eye cracked open and looked up at him. "My couch." The eye drifted shut again.

"Really? This is where you draw the line? You let me talk you into giving me the only coffee in your house for no reason last time I stayed at your place."

"Your back hurts after patrols," she mumbled.

"I--how do you know that?"

"I don't know." She yawned, and pulled the blanket higher. "I'm very wise."

He rolled his eyes and circled the couch. "My back is fine. Can I prove it to you?

"Okay."

He leaned down, scooped her up, and lifted her into the air.

"Oh," she sighed, only briefly surprised. She curled up in his arms like a very large shrimp. "You're so strong."

"Yeah, sweetheart, I know," he drawled, carrying her to the bedroom.

"Makes me feel like a precious little thing when you pick me up."

He grinned down at her. Awake Andy was going to be very embarrassed later on.

"You are a precious little thing," he said. It was meant to be a sarcastic drawl. It didn't sound sarcastic at all. "Be less cute, you're ruining my rep."

She leaned against him and snuggled into his arms. Not for the first time he noticed how much she sank into his touch. He tried not to feel too interested in that.

"No i’m not," she said. "You're the big scary Red Hood and you don't make anyone feel safe, nu-uh."

His lips twisted to try and stop his smile. He stretched his arms out and dropped her onto his bed. She laughed, because of course she did, the menace, and promptly wriggled her way under the blankets. She was just about swallowed by his thick comforter, except for a rogue bare leg sticking out the side presumably for heat regulation.

Belatedly she frowned up at him. "Hey. Hang on."

"Too late now. May as well go back to sleep," he said, and bent down to whisper, "I win."

She gave him a dry look from under hooded eyes. Awake Andy was starting to resurface.

He grinned and kissed her temple.

She made a soft noise in her throat

Oh he shouldn't have done that.

"Goodnight, Jason," she said, looking at him lazily, in his bed. After he carried her into his bedroom.

"Uh, yeah. Goodnight," he said, and fled to the cold isolation of the couch.

Next>>

#it's requited they're just idiots #and there was only one bed #growing up poor has some ramifications #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #dc #for the hell of it #my fanfic #fluff #slice of life #slow burn

[up-to-some-good]

Traditions (9/9)

Happy New Year! Do me a favour and pretend this was posted yesterday 😂

Previous Part

25 December 1981

The flat was a mess. There were dishes stacked in the kitchen, waiting for someone to wash them, and someone needed to clear the table and pack everything away. Leftovers needed to be put in containers and the gingerbread house needed to be deconstructed and put in the cookie jar.

At the very least, the living room wasn't a disaster. James had been in charge of collecting wrapping paper, and had made sure to get every scrap in a garbage bag, which he had set by the door. The Potters had left with their gifts, so it was only their own stacks remaining to be packed away.

Remus would add the books to the pile next to his bed to be read later. His new sweater would go in the closet and stolen by Sirius before the new year. The star pendant from Sirius was already hanging around his neck, and would not be moving as long as he lived.

Sirius had already put his records in the correct place on the shelf, and his new healing book was lying open on the coffee table.

Remus hadn't given him the ring yet, had planned to catch him under the mistletoe and surprise him, but Sirius had been focused on cooking lunch all day, then on his godson's first real Christmas, so he hadn't had his chance. He'd do it later, when the flat was clean and everything was packed away.

The war had ended in October that year. For the first time, they could celebrate the holidays as a family without worrying about their safety. They had agreed that they would host Christmas for everyone, and the Potter family would take Hanukkah, and that would be their new tradition.

Christmas had been more than they expected and Remus was tired just from watching Sirius work. Sirius had taken on the task of cooking the meal, working for two straight days from Effie's recipe book. He had tried to help, but was summarily banned from the kitchen after only an hour of trying to assist, instead cleaning up the flat and setting the table.

Sirius was now fast asleep, lying on top of Remus on the couch. His face was buried in his boyfriend's chest, and he was snoring gently. Something was digging into Remus's back on the couch, and his leg was starting to go dead from the position it was pinned in, but he wasn't moving. He hadn't seen Sirius sleep this deeply in months, maybe even years, and he wasn't going to ruin it for anything. So they'd be late for that night's Hanukkah celebrations, and he'd be limping when he stood up later, and the flat would remain a mess for a while, and maybe he'd propose on Boxing Day, instead of Christmas like he planned. But Sirius was safe, and he was asleep, and that was all that mattered. Remus wasn't moving. Not until Sirius did first.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar fic #christmas fic #christmas fluff #happy endings only in this house #everybody lives au #Harry grows up with his mom and his dad and his gay godfathers and is happy #and accurate hannukah dates because i am pedantic

[anewp0tat0]

haaa... happy 16th anniversary Black Butler!

I feel like I should be drawing something else due to the newest spoiler that I probably but inevitably saw. mhm. oh well

anyway, this isn't related to that. I couldn't make a big thing like before but I wanted to draw anyway, so I decided to finally draw the total self indulgent content I want. him comforting his son after night terrors.

don't tag as ship

#its a gif give it a minute* #k ya know what i think ill just grow up and block the spoilers tag until the 18th like im too lazy to do. not shade im just particular #about how i consume content. but on the bright side im now partially on board on the what just happened train. unless im confused #eheh. vague #anywho #dadbastian #kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji fanart #fanart #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #o!ciel #digital art #black butler 16th anniversary #kuroshitsuji 16th anniversary #someone had to draw what comforts me. especially since this series seems to only be descending #so enjoy some fluff and happiness ya know #im not really focused on the quality here cause in the end im just happy i could put it to paper. you get the concept no matter roughness #before i would be hesitant to post this cause drawing these two within 2 feet usually grants unwanted attension #but idc anymore im in control of the post #usually i would apologize for the poor gif quality but maybe it's better this time

[essektheylyss]

Not gonna lie, both vindicating but also deeply sad that every single literary magazine I've looked at recently, having visited those site in the past, has edited their submission requirements to specify that AI work will not be considered.

And at the same time, I'm extremely fearful of how many writers are going to give up writing when it becomes impossible to tell AI from real anymore, and markets are utterly saturated with content to the point that getting anything published is nearly impossible as scammers try to make some quick change.

I imagine it wouldn't be worth it in the long run as a scam, because it doesn't exactly pay to write these days even prior to this, so it may then die out within a couple of years, though that might be optimistic given the plagiarism that makes it into the Amazon self-publishing realm. But even still, I do worry that in the meantime it's going to push writers out and force already struggling lit mags to shut down, and I'm so, so worried about it.

#I have not been submitting anywhere for a few months cuz mental health hit me weird #but I've been going back to look now and it changed SO suddenly with the release of chatgpt #I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it— #like I REALLY do spend a lot of time thinking about this kind of thing. straight up where does art go from here. #like that question was bad ENOUGH before this but now #also this also applies to book publishing but I mention lit mags especially because they're actually a VERY low entry point #and also—and perhaps more importantly—this will only further cement the monopolization of the publishing industry. #which will then mean that any moves toward diversity will be instantly walked back #because you don't have to worry about the backlash queer authors get for writing anything besides fluff gay romance. #you don't have to worry about controversy about your writers of color being harassed on twitter. #you can outsource your content to a false faceless entity who doesn't need to be paid and create whatever you so desire. #I know it's been said constantly but we grow ever closer to the most sanitized and pacifist destruction of culture and story possible. #that sounds dramatic but it's legit the cliff in the distance and the car is hurtling toward it faster than you'd think.

[starglitterz]

"xiao?"

your voice is deafening in the quiet, shattering the peaceful silence between the two of you, yet to the last remaining yaksha it is the most pleasant sound in the world.

"yes, dove?"

moonlight filters through the open window, bringing with it a cool breeze that makes you shiver and press closer to him. though to many he is pitiful, burdened by karmic debt and carrying the weight of his past sins, you find his presence to be incredibly comforting, and his warmth now is far from unwelcome.

"are you ever... lonely?"

you hesitate to finish your question, teeth scraping your bottom lip when you bite it as if to prevent the final word from escaping. saying it out loud makes the possibility so much more real, and you're not sure if you really want to know the answer.

"..."

there is no response. xiao feels how you stiffen in his arms, muscles tensing with concern that you may have hurt his feelings or offended him by assuming the conqueror of demons experienced such trivial mortal emotions. truth be told, he is considering his answer, desiring to give you the most honest one he can, for that is what you deserve after opening your heart to someone as stained by the past as him.

"yes. and sometimes it is almost overwhelming."

xiao begins, and the melancholy blossoming in your chest at his reply is simultaneously soothed by his voice. the gentleness of his tone would probably be impossible to comprehend for those who saw him daily, as his softness was reserved for you alone, and he did not particularly care about how rough others perceived him to be.

"but..."

he falls silent once more. xiao prefers not to look at the past, but now he finds himself musing over the other yakshas and mourning their fates. though he used to be ready to welcome death with open arms, grateful for his suffering to be over, things have changed since then.

"it has become easier to bear ever since i learned to love you."

others may take xiao's words at face value and believe that he loves you only out of habit, like you were constantly by his side until he was forced to figure out how to love you. but you know better. xiao learned to love you by learning to let his walls down, that being vulnerable isn't showing weakness, that opening yourself up to the possibility of being hurt provides a fountain of opportunities and love to flow.

"i'm glad."

a smile curves your lips, and you twist in xiao's arms to press a kiss to his jawline before tucking your head into the crook of his neck once more. the stars dance across the blanket of the midnight sky outside, twinkling effortlessly, burning themselves up to give beauty to the darkness, and you are here, safe with your lover.

"i love you, xiao."

perhaps in the grand scheme of the universe the two of you are insignificant, but for now that matters not in the slightest, because:

"and i love you too, dove."

©starglitterz 2022. do not plagiarise, repost nor modify in any way – reblog / follow if you enjoyed!

#once again do not ask me to explain i genuinely have no clue i just started typing words just when i was abt to sleep 😭 #i just think that xiao. and the abstract concept of loneliness that comes with watching the world you essentially helped create grow #and grow is such an important term here bc it is growing out of him; liyue no longer needs xiao to defend it as it once did in the past #especially when you consider how he is the last yaksha; and i just keep thinking about how it must feel to be the only one alive to witness #liyue's current glory when they all gave everything for it to develop into this; sacrificing themselves to sin and gaining karmic debt and #eventually dying (?) but either way leaving xiao alone. like i know that this is what they would have wanted and what they were made to do #but i keep thinking about xiao and survivor's guilt and how it plays out into his character; does he feel it's unfair that he gets to live? #does that make him feel the need to overcompensate by remaining reclusive and fighting almost every minute when there isn't rlly much of a #need to? idk idk hahaha these are just random ramblings idk why i put them in the tags 😭 also i haven't played the archon quest yet so #don't spoil!!!!! ill eat ur souls if u do /hj #ok proper tags i promise: #✏️ — quill writes ! #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[syrupyyyart]

motley outfit redesigns!

#motley #cherry pit #blueberry cobbler #lime pie #marshmallow fluff #banana pudding #watermelon sorbet #my art #ocs #original characters #some notes: #so yes. now they ALL have multiple colors #the idea is that the characters can earn new colors as they grow up/experience important life experiences #and at the beginning of the story. every character has only earned one new color since theyre all only around 15 to 17 years old #except for watermelon. who has already earned two of her colors (and she feels pretty cool about it) #cherry went through like 7 different outfits and colors before i landed back basically right where i started #i almost switched her and watermelons base colors too. but i thought the pink was cuter so i kept her the same #banana has yet another new dress/outfit. but i finally think i like this outfit for her #so heres to hoping i dont feel the need to change it again #watermlon got a complete design overhaul from head to toe #the reason is because her previous design was really difficult to draw on model consistently #so i streamlined it and now she is much much much easier to draw #aka by the end of the story ideally they would all have 3 main colors #which would be the color they were born with + two outfit colors. and then a bonus accent color to tie it all together #im sure thats all ineligible but im just not great at explaining in the notes. this is really difficult when i cant use commas lol #anyways thanks for coming to my tedtalk about this incredibley niche topic lmfao #dont judge these drawings btw lol they are obviously incredibly rough #ive still gotta redesign the main 3 girls parents + the mean girls. man lol

[raemeh]

it’s kinda sad that out of the 924 current fanfics on ao3 about dndads only 7 of them are about Nick and Taylor.

#Give me angst #give me fluff #Just anything about them bonding #And growing their father - son relationship #Or the sadness Nick feels about having to leave him. #Why only 7 #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #dndads s2 #dndads quest #dndads taylor swift #taylor swift #nick close #nick foster #nicolas foster #nick close foster

[senjusonlygirlfriend]

Movie night with bae <3

𝑻𝒘/𝑪𝒘:𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 (𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆), 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

𝑲𝑴𝑮!𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖 𝒙 𝑮𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 <𝟑

𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 <𝟑

Your giggles filled the room as you arranged all the snacks and drinks that you had gotten from your grocery run. You sat them down on the table near your bed. You were already in your pajamas, eagerly waiting for your boyfriend to show up. Just scrolling through the horror catalog on Netflix, you heard several taps at your window.

Getting up from the floor and circle of snacks and drinks, you walked over to the window. He had his hair up in a ponytail along with wearing a hoodie and sweatpants.

"Hey sweet cheeks."

The both of you shared a quick peck of the lips before you moved to the side to let him inside your room. He climbed over your window and walked over to the small semi-circle of snacks. There your grey Chromebook sat open, Sanzu looking at it.

"Cabin Fever huh?"

Sanzu said. You scoffed, remembering the last time he chose the movie during your guy's shared movie nights. It was some action movie, with lots of explosions that most definitely put you to sleep. You plopped down next to him on the floor laying your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, it's my turn to pick the movie since you picked it last time. This one has lots of gore, mhh my favorite."

Sanzu only hummed as the two of you started the movie. The night time setting in your room was nice and cozy, something domestic. Sanzu would never say it out loud, but he loved the simple, domestic moments that he shared with you. Being a gang member never came with having a nice happy, and most importantly peaceful life.

He looked down at you, your head still on his shoulder as your eyes were practically glued to the screen as the movie had just started to get good. He glanced back at the movie, to see things get a little heated between one of the couples. His hand slipped over your eyes, shielding them from the couple making love in the movie.

He knew how uncomfortable that they made you, you telling him one day when the two of you were conversing about random things. Once the scene was over, his hand went back to his side. A few minutes later he felt a tug on his sleeve, looking down to see you tugging at it.

"What's up?"

"Can I braid your pink cotton candy hair, pleasssee?"

You asked in a high pitch voice. He knew that you were talking like that for the fun of it, but still raised an eyebrow. Then an idea pops into his head. He leaned in close, his hot breath could be felt on your ear.

"Only for a kiss."

You nodded, as his lips met yours. He cupped the bottom of your jaw, butterfly erupting like they did on that day the two of you had first kissed, the day the two of you became a couple. He deepened the kiss, but you pulled back.

"I said a kiss, not trying to shove your tongue down my throat."

You quipped back, moving to sit on your bed right behind him. He sighed once you had let his hair down, running your hands from his scalp to the ends of his hair. You did that for a couple of minutes before accually starting to braid his hair. As you braided, he leaned back with every touch eyes trained on the movie as it had caught his attention.

It wasn't the plot, but the amount of gore and blood. You really weren't kidding when you said there was gore huh? Once the movie ended the two of you had picked more movies to watch until the early hours of the night. Sometimes while you were braiding his hair in different styles he would just grab your hand, and kiss it.

He had even surprised you a few times with turning around fully, wrapping a hand around your neck to kiss you deeply. Once you had gotten bored you would just lay all over your boyfriend as if you were a cat, him only groaning in response but not doing anything to move you. At one point you must have fallen asleep during your movie marathon.

One minute you rest your eyes since they felt so droopy all of a sudden, then the next you woke up on your bed, two arms wrapped around you as you were laying on your boyfriends chest. The sound of his heartbeat soothed you in a way. Blinking from the darkness, you looked around the room.

The lights that were on were off, and the snack wrappers along with the empty drink bottles were now not sitting on your table. You put two and two together, concluding that it was Sanzu that cleaned up after you had fallen asleep. A smile etched onto your face as you kissed the scared males forehead, having to thank him in the morning.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu scenarios #sanzu x reader #sanzu fluff #he's low key growing on me #ooc but it's ok #he's only soft with you <3

[valiantkittenstarfish]

A nice time travel au where f!Leo is just understanding and patient with his past self because he knows yelling and anger won’t solve his self worth problems, approval, practice, and time will

#only because as someone who relates to Leo growing up #this is what actually helped me #idk family fluff makes me soft #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #rise season 3 #save rise of the tmnt

[lurkingismypastime]

Me, adding rows and rows of tag filters just to avoid infantalizing fics like:

This post is about peter parker. And little ghost. And cal kestis. And bruce banner. And several pjo characters. And-

#marvel #spider man #riordanverse #hollow knight #honorable mention: sal fisher. #but his fics tend swing wildly in the other direction too #second honorable mention: little nightmares. but they get a pass since they’re Actual children. not teens and up. but still on this ice. #children in the apocalypse are a grey area #you can acknowledge a character as too young for their situation without treating them like they’re gonna turn to dust in a mild wind #I enjoy soft fics. I enjoy fluff and comfort. I don’t enjoy characters being diminished and infantilized #I have grow to despise the words ‘cinnamon roll’ and ‘boi’ with a physical nausea #the Mcu versions specifically result in so much shit I have to sort through #because I harbor a deep dislike of stank and I just can’t escape his fans. #probably because the accords don’t mix well with my X-men introduction to marvel :/ #my ONLY exception is a particularly well written crossover fic #sorry that was a whole unrelated rant oof

[chemicalsleep]

scenes from my favourite intersex planet. cere & max watching stick figure galen tend to one of nebulan's many fruitful trees (inspired by the olive trees of palestine, but i did not draw it well), and galen chatting with his best friend gort

#hmm my hands don't want to cooperate today. and you can tell i haven't solidified max's holoform but. that man has long beautiful hair and #a beautiful beard and nothing will change my mind. #transformers #cerebros #fortress maximus #galen kord #gort #tags mostly for my own organisation as usual but shoutout to highbrow - the only guy following the gort tag /j #and i never draw it well/it is always covered by Fluff but cere clips his hair up in the back messily with a claw clip and has an undercut #max used to have an undercut but he hated it. so while most of his hair is almost waist length his under layers are still short and cute #as they grow out. and always slipping out of his braids.