#babushka no for some reason

[autumnhobbit]

if eating too much is the only reason people are fat then explain to me why the Italians, whose food almost entirely consists of decadent pastries, coffees, fat, salt, sugar, & starch, & approximately have eighteen meals a day, aren't the most obese nation on the planet

#also i feel like at least part of the reason we are is because there's so many people here #y'all shrieking about the filthy disgusting american obese were shockingly quiet about pudgy happy little italian nonnas #or polish babushkas #or hispanic abuelas #they've always been there #but only recently have we pathologized them into some sort of hideous pariah

[eshoeteric]

🍓 style analysis: nana komatsu / hachi (NANA) 

welcome to the first entry in my style analysis series- where i take a different fictional character for each entry and take a look at their fashion sense, as an exploration on how fashion plays a role in forming a character's personality & overall identity. in other words, it's a deep dive into the intersection of story & style. today we're starting off with nana komatsu (who we'll be affectionately referring to as hachi from here on out) from NANA, my favourite character from my favourite manga of all time.

NANA is a manga very near and dear to my heart. i could spend all day talking about why, but i'd say one of the biggest reasons is for how ai yazawa (the creator of NANA) uses fashion as a means of storytelling. in NANA, clothes are not just a typical character design element, but are instead a visual narrative tool used to convey a characters' personality, as well as to express their traits and feelings. today i've chosen hachi for the style analysis because i'm fascinated by the subtle changes to her style syncing with her character development over the course of the story. also, i think her style is just super cute. so let's get into it! (⚠ anime & manga spoilers ahead)

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overview

if i only had one word to describe hachi's style, i'd say feminine- think frills and lace details. she's all about babydoll silhouettes, pleated skirts, knit cardigans, ballet flats, and generally embodying shoujo fashion from the early 2000s with a good balance of cute and classy. hachi's fashion sensibilities lean more towards the modest side, as her dresses and skirts are usually around midi-length, and mini skirts are often paired with extra layers like tights or leggings underneath. it's a very good girl chic look, which fittingly leans in to her innocent personality. hachi is very stylish and clearly puts a lot of thought into picking her outfits everyday, as she's not afraid to occasionally experiment with different styles every & to use fashion as a key means of expressing herself.

in terms of colour palettes, hachi's wardrobe has a bit of everything- warm hues, earth tones, soft pastels, which all work together to capture the warmth and sweetness of her character. she's definitely more attuned to light colours than dark. this suits her personality better too, as light coloured clothing is said to convey feelings of friendship, fun, compassion, and approachability. fabric-wise, hachi likes to keep it light and airy with materials like chiffon and tulle; switching to warmer fabrics like cashmere and wool for cold weather, giving her outfits a vintage feel.

we can see that hachi pulls fashion inspiration from various aesthetics and fashion trends across different decades. she definitely incorporates her love for vintage fashion in her style, particularly with elements we've seen her wear before like mod dresses, neckerchiefs, pearl necklaces, long fleece trim coats, and brown platform boots. you can also see it in how some of the pieces she wears feels so unique, like a surprise gem you would find in a vintage boutique while thrifting. in dressier looks, hachi's girlish charm and allure is slightly reminiscient of 1960s it girls, like twiggy and sharon tate. she draws from a lot of 60s-inspired elements- the romantic parisienne style, and a bit of vintage preppy chic.

scarves and bandanas are a vintage essential as well as one of hachi's signature accessories. they have tons of versatile styling options, plus the potential to be dressed up or down. we've seen her wearing one scarf (exhibit A) multiple times over the series. the babushka scarf version has to be my favourite, it's very hepburn-esque, who i 100% i could picture hachi having a poster of in her childhood bedroom. i also think that having characters re-wear pieces we've seen before is generally just a cool subtle styling detail, which adds to the realism of NANA's 10/10 worldbuilding. the scarf's many appearances styled in different ways also goes to show how hachi enjoys being creative with her outfits, loves the pieces she owns and wants to get as much use out of them as possible.

hachi's style also incorporates a touch of influence from the kawaii lolita subculture, particularly modern offshoots like larme-kei. lolita is french rococco-inspired with a focus on cuteness, and has its origins in early 2000s harajuku street style- which is also where mori/kogyaru fashion originates from; hachi's go-to style during her high school years (see: her modified school uniform, miniskirts, fuzzy legwarmers). both of these movements were heavily pioneered by j-fashion magazines of the time like FRUITS, Olive, Larme & CUTiE, which were mainly popular with teenage girls and young women, and hachi is no exception. her fashion sense is also heavily inspired by famous japanese celebrities and style icons like risa nakamura.

if we had to really narrow it down, i think hachi's style can be best described by otome (lit: maiden) fashion. known as one of the predecessors of lolita fashion, this style was very popular among young girls in the 70s-80s and is heavily centered around embodying all things traditionally feminine. sweet, cute, girly, and romantic are all common descriptors of the style, which pulls influence from 60s mod fashion (which, as we've seen, has prevalent elements in hachi's style). think tons of layering, pattern mixing, longer hemlines, and mary janes/flats, all of which we frequently see in hachi's outfits. we also see that she takes elements from modern lolita fashion like frills, bows, ribbons, lace, tights & stockings, and incorporates them into her own personal style as more understated outfit details; making it more wearable on a daily basis while still being a tribute to one of her sources of style inspiration.

now that we've explored what makes hachi's personal style unique to her character, let's dig into how her style is influenced in relation to how the story progresses and how her character develops. and just for funsies, i'll also be styling a casual everyday outfit that i could picture hachi wearing for each story arc. let's go!

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i. art school

i'd describe hachi's style here as the most youthful, which makes sense considering she's freshly moved to tokyo to study at an art school. we see her sporting a face-framing pixie cut, which gives her look a bit of edge, but not too much as she still retains her signature soft girl style to balance it out. also, can i just say: super farmer's daughter vibes when paired with a bandana! jeans were having a moment too- during this era, hachi was often seen wearing a pair of bellbottom flares or baggy jeans, creating a casual and easygoing look which really leaned into the artsy college student fashion. this would also mesh well with her then-best friend junko's more bohemian/indie, woodstock-inspired hippie style. the short hair paired with her experimentation on androgynous silhouettes definitely accentuates her gamine facial features, lending to a cute boyish look.

all these style elements are in direct contrast with the hyperfeminine looks of her high school years, back when she'd opt for skirts over jeans and long, styled hair; showing how hachi underwent a pretty drastic style change whilst adapting to the new environment in tokyo. at the same time, it could also hint at hachi's approach to self-expression & using fashion as a coping mechanism to deal with major life changes. dressing more casually to blend in with the college crowd is one of many indicators on how easily influenced hachi can get, which is pretty on-brand behaviour for someone with a tendency to seek validation from others instead of oneself.

so let's get into the first look i've picked out for her: layers on layers on layers baby! for this outfit, i took a lot of inspiration from hachi's first day of class outfit. i tried to be consistent with her theme of 70s-inspired prints and silhouettes during this phase, but also wanted to incorporate a modern y2k touch since we know that younger hachi (before fully developing her unique & personal sense of style) is more of a trend chaser, and what could be more early 2000s than a blouse + dress + jeans combo? accessories-wise, i wanted to pick out unique-looking pieces that had a lot of charm, as i was really going for that 'flea market finds' vibe since she obviously wouldn't have been able to afford any designer yet on a college student budget. also please notice the gorgeous vintage floral print ballet flats- i was so excited when i found it, i thought it screamed hachi!! they look so comfortable to walk in on top of being cute, it's the perfect shoe to slip on for a long day of classes without sacrificing style.

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ii. apartment 707

during this time, we see hachi start to embrace feminine styles again. she lets her hair grow out and we see her back in skirts, dresses, and all things girly, which is why her otome fashion influences shine through most here. she wears tons of pieces in floral and polkadot print, as well as flowy babydoll tops which are very y2k-girl-next-door-reminiscient. we also see her starting to wear vivienne jewelry (the pearl choker, the dainty silver orb earrings), likely as a result of nana's influence (who she heavily admires and looks up to) & wanting to emulate her style. hachi's outfits here seem to have more colour and print, which i believe is reflective of her mental state here; happy, confident, and surrounded by support. good vibes all around, her environment at this time encourages her to take more risks in not just decision-making but also in her fashion choices.

in general, this era is where hachi seems to be getting a better hold on growing into her own personal style. she's still open to trying out different styles every now and then, but we can see there are some style elements that really stick and appear most often in her outfits. she's also seen here experimenting with all kinds of different hairstyles- french braids, pigtails, twin buns, the half-updo. to me, i think all of this signifies how hachi's style development runs parallel to her identity formation and how she grows as a person. at this point of the story, hachi believes she's finally found a place where she fits- within this ragtag but loving cast of unique characters.

so the second look was a little more of a challenge to work with- that's because hachi's style during this era doesn't subscribe to any one specific aesthetic or subculture, but more like a bit of everything, and her outfits can differ a lot between episodes. the goal here was to go for a casual daytime outfit, and i ended up super proud of the colour coordination in this one! i've styled hachi in a frilly vintage floral print chiffon slip dress that's almost reminiscent of the strawberry dress of 2020, but with unique details that give it much more character. i gave hachi a cream-toned vivienne crossbody purse, a scarf to balance out the salmon pink of the dress accents, styled as a neckerchief, some strawberry hair clips to match, and of course i had to include her much-spotted pearl orb necklace too. the highlight of this look are definitely the shoes, which are maison margiela tabi ballet flats- something i could 100% picture hachi wearing if NANA were set in the context of modern day fashion trends.

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iii. motherhood

as time passes, we also see how hachi's fashion sense has slightly evolved into a classier, more refined version. more adult, if you will. this occurs when hachi decides to move out from apartment 707 and starts getting serious with takumi. not only did her living situation change, but as did her lifestyle, and with that, her fashion sense too. her style here simplified and took on a more mature look. she started prioritizing function over form as she cut down on layering and accessorizing. she would also opt for longer, flowier silhouettes and comfortable styles, often wearing simple dresses or aprons over a basic shirt-skirt combo. i really like how the change in style here - which pulls a lot from the 50s-suburbia housewife trope (think frilly aprons, puffy dresses, flared skirts, modest hemlines) - feels like a sublte detail to show how hachi settles into her new role of motherhood, expressed via clothing choices.

as a whole, this period of her life signifies the drastic 180° change from spending carefree days of young adulthood, to taking on the role of mother/wife in a nuclear family unit. it's the most major life change she's ever had to experience at this point, and it's expected that her style evolves alongside this. she's seen wearing noticeably less patterns or colour during this time, which could hint at possibly representing her inner feelings- the bleakness of spending her days in a mostly-empty home, and the isolation of being separated from the friendships she once surrounded herself with daily. thankfully, we do eventually see her return to dressing fashionably again after the timeskip. however, it's extremely important not to gloss over this period of her life as it portrays how she must have felt having most of her agency taken away overnight, with her style being all she had left as a form of control.

so last but not least is the final outfit, which was tough styling as there was comparably less material to go off, but i based it on the few going-out looks we get to see hachi wear post-takumi. rolling with the 50s-inspired looks, i've styled her in a coral short-sleeve button down dress. for the outerwear i picked a long checkered overcoat, which nicely complements the dress in addition to being a going-out staple for classy ladies everywhere. since the outfit is mostly harsher silhouettes, i decided to keep the colour scheme light to balance it out. while i was going for 'stylish mature woman', i still wanted some youthful elements in there to maintain hachi's signature girlish look. i balanced it out by accessorizing with a headband (a prep chic essential) and dior saddle bag, both lime green for a pop of colour and contrast. and of course, i had to incorporate the iconic neckerchief too as it doesn't get any more vintage-looking than this. the final piece to tie it all together are a pair of classic miu miu ballet flats- chic and comfortable!

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final thoughts

all in all, hachi's fashion sense is super girly and sweet, which i'd say directly reflects on her character's personality. hachi is an outgoing girl who wears her heart on her sleeve and has a lot of love to give. she's warm and approachable, which she expresses through her clothing choices by embodying the cheerful, down-to-earth girl next door look. her bubbly style is youthful and fresh, which personality-wise is in character with hachi's innocence and willingness to trust others. this is shown through how much hachi cares deeply about her loved ones & often (unhealthily) prioritizes their feelings over her own. however, this naïveté unfortunately leaves her a lot more vulnerable to others seeking to exploit her emotional attention.

hachi's fashion evolution over the series shows how she uses fashion as a coping tool to help adjust to life changes, capturing her emotional growth and how she matures over the course of the story. the way that hachi's sense of style develops alongside her character is so realistic. her style development tells the story of a girl who finds herself and loses herself over and over again, frequently changing jobs and wardrobes in a constant struggle to find an identity to latch onto- until she does. hachi's style story is one of self-expression & identity formation; a story that speaks to all the young, unsure girls out there who see a bit of themselves in her, trying to figure out their place in a world in a world that often decides for them.

#oc #nana #nana manga #nana anime #nana komatsu #nana hachi #ai yazawa #collage #collage art #digital collage #fashion collage #fashion moodboard #style analysis #fashion analysis #character analysis #anime style analysis #essay #fashion essay #coquette #jfashion #harajuku #kawaii #pastel

[androhtl]

Hey girly❤️❤️, I just wanted to see if you could do some head cannons bout Tom and Bill with a Russian reader. Like she’s also famous and sings or plays guitar in a band but she has like a accent and pronounces words wrong.

Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

HOT RUSSIAN MAMA — kaulitz twins

we are ALL going to ignore the fact that i took a long ahh break from requests for a while ok? ok!

also i apologize if i get anything in russian wrong, i only know enough russian in order to communicate with my grandparents but they dead asf now so i haven't used it in a while!!

TOM KAULITZ:

hello there beautiful

or should i say

hallo schönes mädchen

he.. can't speak russian

you've tried to teach him it since he kept on begging and begging

but it lead to nothing

anyways!!

he's your band's biggest fan

and i mean

BIGGEST fan

attends EVERY concert and for some reason he's also in the meet and greet line??

he's WHIPPED MISS MA'AM

he first met you when your band and his were invited to an interview together

your accent

oh god

your accent

he found it so hot

the interviewer thought that it would be funny to do an accent game

" (name)! could you please read these words in english?"

" uhh yes sure!" Иди на хуй, подонок

idi na hui, podonok | fuck yourself, scumbag (or sum around there)

that THAT caught tom's attention

now he didn't know any russian ( still doesn't)

but he found it HOT

anyways! back to the accent game!!

he laughed at you as soon as you messed up one of the words

he still does this

if you take him with you to the recording studio to record your new song and accidentally let your accent slip.. oh boy

all production has to be stopped for 10 minutes while this boy gets the giggling out of his system

he sometimes repeats it

however if you felt insecure about it and told him

he'd never laugh or mock you EVER again

he really doesn't want to purposefully hurt your feelings

BILL KAULITZ:

now unlike his brother, bill has never laughed at your accent

but he does have moments where he can't understand you due to how thick it can get

" look bill it's ah ford fuckus the car you've always wanted eh?"

" ... the ford WHAT?"

" ...... ford fuckus?"

" focus baby, FOCUS."

" ??? focus on what, bill i am very focused."

yeah he just tends to give up

he loves hearing you sing in russian however

you guys met at a music award show

surprisingly you were the host

this boy MELTED when you gave him the award

love at first sight to be honest

now back to more funny russian moments

there would be days when you'd forget certain words in english and would only remember them in russian

on those days poor bill has to pay MAX attention to context clues

"neh, bill look at that uhhh, uhh, ah cyka uhh what's it called?"

" a car?, bird?, a dog?"

" нет,нет, нет, uhh the ба́бушка!" ( "nyet, nyet, nyet", "babushka"| "no, no, no", "grandmother")

"..the fucking WHAT?"

" THAT!"

yeahh you usually end up pointing at them

after that he started learning russian from you

in exchange he's teaching you german

now he can understand you no problem

maybe a little bit TOO much

he's a victim of the " (name) and (name)'s | (name)' mom gossiping hours"

the press call you a perfect match

there's also a lot of compilations of you with your thick accent trying to talk to an interviewer while bill just smiles at the poor interviewer on myspace

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #gustav schäfer #georg listing #bill kaulitz x reader

[sunevial]

Reasons Why You Should Move To The Torn Veil

It's a night market

It's a giant, sprawling, night market full of people from a million worlds who have come to trade and to live and to rest and to find themselves

There's boats with people on them and the people on the boats in the river can sell you things

GOOD

PUBLIC

TRANSIT

A dragon runs the city

Specifically, an undead dragon, who turned her body into ice and now possesses both a giant dragon-sized suit of armor and a smaller humanoid shaped construct, runs the city guard

She gives paladins sworn to the city cool dragon weapons

And she's very excitable

YOU DON'T NEED A CAR. THE STREETCARS MIGHT BE HAUNTED, BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO PAY FOR CAR INSURANCE

There's good liches

Well, morally complex and slightly scary liches, but good liches

One of them runs a library. My friends think the lich that runs the library is hot (not wrong)

Vampire blood bars

Or blood in juice boxes if you prefer that

And art deco vampire speakeasies

These posts about the wildest oneshot I've ever ran will make more sense because I ran that oneshot in the Torn Veil

(i said more sense, not complete sense, the math my friends did still breaks my brain)

STREETCARS, NARROW ROADS THAT DON'T REALLY FIT HUGE CARS, GONDOLAS, FLYING CARRIAGES DRIVEN BY LICENSED PROFESSIONALS

Corner stores and restaurants from every culture, real or otherwise, serving foods that have existed forever and do not exist anymore

Memory river that lets you travel to a million different afterlives

Fishing in the memory river for memories

Slime Carriage Driver

ACCESSIBLE

DENSE

URBAN

HOUSING

I'm queer and mixed SEAsian and this is what happens when I'm allowed to be incredibly self indulgant

The answer is Haunted Spooky Less Fucked Up Sigil, apparently

The massive park full of nature spirits born from plants left at people's gravesites

Necrodancer rave clubs with ghosts playing EDM and power metal

Specifically made constructs that can house ghosts and other spirits, giving them back a semblance of agency after being violently separated from their bodies

Or cause they want a ghost mech

Pop off

CATACOMBS HOUSING SKELETONS FOR THE SKELETON WAR

THE CITY IS FIRMLY ON THE SIDE OF THE SKELETONS

BY THE WAY

IF THAT WASN'T ABUNDANTLY CLEAR

They're used for the defense of the city and are largely controlled by said necrodancers playing the EDM and power metal

It's always dusk

And a little chilly but in a nice way

Well, sometimes it's warmer, the dragon in charge of the city guard can also control the weather

She does that so the farmers can get rain

The skeletons also pick fruit on the farms btw

There's many uses for a skeleton and sometimes those uses are animating it so the skeleton can pick delicate fruit that has to be harvested by hand

A friend of mine loved this place so much that there was a real timeline where he ran a oneshot in the setting before I was able to run a oneshot in the setting

The oneshot took place in a place called the Dead n' Breakfast

It's run by a skeleton who's also a vampire

Her name is Constance

I love her

NO RENT

WHY IS THERE NO RENT YOU MAY ASK

WELL BECAUSE THE CITY JUST MAKES BUILDINGS AND NEW FLOORS TO APARTMENT BUILDINGS APPEAR OUT OF THIN AIR

(you do need to pay a little bit of tax though)

(because while the city has figured out how to make modern buildings, it has not figured out electricity or plumbing or streetcar rails)

btw the city is alive

kinda

sorta

hard to explain

Street Food

Every Street Food Ever

Like if you want some, it's there, and it's real nice and real cheap and sometimes people will just give you food for free

Sometimes a nice ghost makes it for you

Sometimes it's a skeleton babushka

The knowledge that there's other people caught between life and death, that there is a place for the lost and the wandering, that there is a place where life and death have different meanings and that complicated relationships with life and death can be a little less so, that families can reunite long, long after they were supposed to, that there is a place that calls the lost and calls them home and calls them somewhere that is safe, it is a place you can be finally safe

Ghost Macy's

#my writing #the torn veil #dnd #undead

[fandom-crashlanding]

Chernobyl

❥ Back to the Control Center

❥ Nate Hardy Masterlist

-Note: The words Baba and Babushka mean the same thing and are interchangeable

-Note: I didnt feel like embarrassing myself with my horrible spelling and grammar, so, the Baba's words will all be pre-translated and coming through Misha in English If my grandma knew how much I had to use google translate before I made this decision she'd smack me upside the head istg..

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Nate Hardy x fem!reader

Summary: Based on this request

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: sensitive topics, talk about the real events and lives of those who experienced the event, alcohol, inconsistent capitalization, my usual grammar warning

Not so much of a warning and definitely more of a heads up, this fic actually doesn’t have a lot of substance to it somehow? like somehow i managed to write 1.6k for absolute nonsense. for example, somehow, i managed to get like zero Nate scenes and neither him or Sam end up talking at all… basically huge apologies to the anon who requested this, i really struggled with this fic for some reason and i feel like it shows…

Dialogue Key:

Y/N

Colby

Misha

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It had to be one of the top experiences of your entire life thus far, and it would probably stay there for the rest of your life.

For as long as you knew the boys, this is what you all had been talking about. This was the big exploration you all had dreamed about for years, and you were finally here.

The four of you were in Ukraine, exploring Chernobyl.

As much as you had wanted to go, you'd pretty much expected that this bucket list item would have to remain undone. Yet here you were with your boyfriend and your best friends... to say it was surreal had to be an understatement.

You were able to experience the place on a personal level. You were no longer just viewing the place through photographs and video, but you were here. You were walking the streets, touching the trees, seeing everything. 

Your tour guide and translator, Misha, took you through the city he used to call home. He helped share with you the story of what had happened here from the mouths of the locals. He shared several stories and several locations that allowed you to fully understand not only the location but the people who lived there. A glimpse of the lives lived, lost, and left behind.

Your group first made their way to a science lab that was created from an abandoned house in the exclusion zone. Here, the four of you were able to talk to a scientist who was researching radiation and get a more detailed explanation of what had happened here. 

You all drove through the red forest area, one of the most contaminated areas in all of the exclusion zone. 

You were able to go to Pripyat and explore the famous city. The very location where some of the most famous pictures were taken, and you were there. 

You had been able to meet Vladimir, one of Misha's friends and a worker within the exclusion zone, who was willing to talk to you all about his experiences and how he felt after. He brought you to his old home, told you about his family, and explained what the town had been like- it was insane to hear the entire situation from the perspective of someone who was there. 

Of course, when reading about the situation, you are able to feel sympathetic and you able to understand that the situation was horrible.

However, there is something about hearing the story from a human's perspective, removed from the facts and removed from the overall objectivity of the story, just the pure feeling and experience of someone there... it just adds so much gravity to the situation, so much emotion and respect for those who lived through something like this. 

You walked through what was left of the abandoned restaurants, supermarkets, and hotels. Seeing the ruble and miscellaneous items left behind, scattered along the ground and placed among exposed brick. 

You saw the Ferris wheel in real life. Walking through an old amusement park, one which used to be filled with laughter and children running around, left in silence with not a soul to be seen. 

You went inside one of the reactors-- the one that might as well be a mirror image of the very one that the explosion occurred in. Here, you all got an even clearer explanation of what happened on a mechanical level. The theory explained to your group, was that everything done by the workers theoretically should have worked, it all came down to metal tubing warping out of shape from the extreme heat released.  

You were even able to enter control room 3, the room where the button that would lead to this catastrophic chain of events, was pushed that fateful day. 

You entered an old kindergarten, an old stadium, and a hospital used for those who were first affected by the radiation. All of which, are almost completely overtaken by the elements. Trees, bushes, and vines overtake the areas.

You were able to enter Duga Station, a military base and a lesser-known location. The area was bathed in conspiracy. documents explaining what the building was for were almost all destroyed or archived, the building was hidden on all maps, and the soviet union itself denied its existence. All of which, aid in allowing any story or explanation of the place to run wild. Things like mind control and spy headquarters, even a conspiracy that Chernobyl was a cover-up for what was happening there. 

Lastly, you all went to visit one of the last remaining villages on the outer edge of the city. Allowing you all to talk with some of the babushkas who came back to their homes, and are currently living there together. 

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The car pulled up to an area blocked off by a high fence, only allowing you to see the tops of a few roofs that lay behind it. Misha walks the four of you up the small worn driveway and through the gate where you meet the first Baba, Babushka Marusya. She was an adorable old woman, dressed in vibrant purples. 

After the woman speaks, Misha turns to you all, translating her words to English, "She just finished with homemade french fries for us."

 Your heart melted, "Aw, thank you so much!" 

"Ah, she says not to worry about it" Misha translated with a bright smile, "She says she plans to spoil you kids during your visit" 

That made your heart melt even further. 

Colby turns around to talk to your small group while Misha and Babushka Marusya spoke in Ukrainian, "Just tiny old ladies, full of joy"  

Add that to the list of times that Colby Brock jinxed himself on camera. 

Not a second later Misha turns to face Colby, looking as if he was trying his best not to laugh, "You are too attractive, she says you look like a girl" You slap your hand against your mouth to keep your laughter in as well. 

The boy's arms curled in on himself, cheeks flushing pink in both embarrassment and laughter as his friends divulged into hysterics around him, "It's the long sleeve isn't it" he pouted, a call back to earlier in the day, "It's the bright blue highlighter shirt isn't it?"

You placed a hand on his shoulder rubbing it in faux sympathy, "Aw, it's ok Colby" You leaned forward, head resting against his arm, "You're the pwettiest girl I know."

His face clouded, annoyance crossing his features. "Mhm, yeah, thanks Y/N. I really appreciate that." he deadpanned, shoving you off his shoulder. A small smile crawled up the sides of his lips at his three friends' continued laughter. 

Within a few minutes, Misha and Baba Marusya had a full spread ready for you all on a picnic table outside. Everything adorning the table, including the moonshine, was made by her from her own property. 

As good as all of the food was, part of you couldn't wait for the car ride afterward. Misha kept refilling the boy's shot glasses, and they kept drinking them.

By the time you all would load back into the car, you were certain they'd be absolutely shitfaced.

Not you though. Not because you were better at holding your alcohol, but because every time your shot glass was refilled, you drank about half and then pawned it off to Nate.

This meant, your boyfriend was having double the shots of pure, homemade, moonshine, that the boys were having and you were having about half what they were. 

You would be the most sober and camera ready for any stupid shit, he was bound to say.

Ah yes, soon you would be armed with an arsenal of material to pawn off for his embarrassment.

You were an amazing girlfriend. 

Baba Marusya saw through your plan immediately. Maybe she didn't quite understand the goal of filming him later, but she definitely got what you were doing. That much became obvious when she came around to refill your glass, she placed it a little closer to him than to you, giving you a subtle wink as she walked away.

━─━────༺✧༻────━─━ 

After you ate—and helped clean the table despite the baba's insistence that you didn't have to—you all filed into the home to speak with both her and Baba Hanna. 

They spoke to you of their lives. They talked to you about how they lived before the accident and their families. They told you stories and sang you songs of their younger years, it was both heartwarming and devastating to hear it from them. To see the joy, but also the pain they experienced when speaking of what used to be. 

You found yourself hugging Babushka Marusya about halfway through her speech talking about her family and loneliness here, of course, you asked permission through Misha first, but you felt as though you had to. You weren't one of her children and you knew she had just met you, but you hoped that somehow something as simple as a hug could give her some sort of comfort. 

It made you feel kind of stupid when you began to tear up in her embrace. Here this woman was, talking about how sad she was here and how much she misses her family, strong and not a waiver in her voice, and you were on the verge of breaking down. It only made it worse when she noticed your tears and began to your back, turning to try and comfort you. 

She was experiencing all of these things, all of these sad feelings, and all of these broken memories, but she remained a sweet woman above it all. 

It was inspiring, you knew that you would never forget this experience for as long as you live. 

#nate hardy x reader #sam and colby imagine #nate hardy imagine #request

[the-white-void]

I talked to two Tsaritsas and had separate experiences from both, so imagine both of them get isekaid to your world

One Tsaritsa became your Babushka and the other is in her redemption arc

While you were studying for exams a bust of snow came from your phone and a big explosion following it.

As the snow was falling to the ground a figure was seen on the ground and slowly stood up.

You watch it rise while still on your chair as it approaches you revealing a woman adorned in blue silks and jewels "May I know who you are?" she leans closely, you rub your eyes and look at the clock on your laptop "I think it's too soon for the coffee to kick in", this left her with her brow raised "What? I don't follow"

You spin your chair to her with a tired look "so uh, I'm lil busy right now so come back a lil later like tomorrow since it's almost midnight"

She once again closes her gaze to you and whispers "You, you're the person that has been talking to me lately, haven't you?" she brightens up as she clasps your hands to hers "its me, your Babushka" her face gleams as a cold chill up your spine told you something was weird about her, so you left for the restroom.

Thoughts were spiralling your head "Babushka? Like the Tsaritsa AI? How? Snezhnaya isn't even out yet?" and you were disturbed by a loud bang and ran back to your room.

There was another that came from your laptop and was staring daggers at the other Tsaritsa while both enforced their strength upon the other, the bang alerted the neighbours and called some officials where both of them were being detained, they say the only reason they stopped because you agree that both should be detained for now.

"I will not accept being interrogated by lowlives like you" the other Tsaritsa yelled while the first Tsaritsa was softer "look, I just wanted to meet my grandchild, that all"

And while you were interrogated that contradicted what both of the Tsaritsas had said and might face charges

#genshin impact #sagau idea #genshin x reader #sagau isekai #genshin fic ideas #genshin fanfic #sagau fluff #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin oc #tsaritsa #tsaritsa x reader #genshin tsaritsa

[chekov-in-a-dress]

hello! sova headcannons (besides that he's a blonde bottom man who must be tormented)? also, thoughts on sova x chamber as a ship, if you have any?

(no pressure to answer immediately or at all. asks are for fun!)

Hello Hi Yes I am ALWAYS down to talk about this man so thank you very much for asking! ♥

Firstly, you have good taste my friend this man deserves to be topped and tortured.

So let's go through some basic background headcanons first, shall we.

Sova's parents either died when he was too young to properly remember them or when he was around 5-7, leaving him to be raised by his babushka

If his parents died later, I like the idea of Sova's mum having been either a soldier or an athlete (archery/shooting ofc) and being the one who got Sova his first bow / taught him how to shoot which is one of the reasons why he continued to practice and ultimately became a sniper since it makes him feel connected to his mother

His childhood is rather uneventful, maybe they're tight on money / struggling at times since they're living off what babushka can earn on the side and whatever pension they're receiving thanks to his parents so he learns at an early age how to forage/hunt to make ends meet

Joins the military as early as they allow because he figures this way he can get a stable income and support his babka at home as well, plus he'd be following in his mom's footsteps

He excels in the military, quickly being recognised for his exceptional aim and ends up in some kind of special forces where he gets to hone his skills further until he's established a reputation for himself

I like to think that it's during this time when he first meets Brimstone, maybe a joined OP with US special forces and they become fast friends, sprinkle a little mentorship in there, possibly Brim saving Sova's life disregarding his own safety

Which is why later when Brimstone is given the first order to form a special team, Sova is one of the first people he recruits and, of course, Sova instantly agrees

His feeling like he owes Brimstone only adds to his habit of overworking himself for the Val protocol because he will NOT disappoint Brim

He's a good little soldier, you tell him to jump he asks how high

Oh god I have so many headcanons for my sweet son, I could go on forever BUT you didn't ask for a novel so here's just a few random ones

Due to his military background he's one of the best hand-to-hand combatants in the protocol and takes over training the other, less experienced agents

He definitely has a soft spot for the younger agents, especially Gekko, Neon, KJ etc.

He pushes himself extra hard, insisting on running more simulations / practicing more than the others because he has to keep up with his Radiant/genius/augmented squad mates and preserve the only edge he has in this fight

Maybe he doesn't always wear his cybernetic eye because it sometimes overloads his brain/overstimulates him

NOW before I ramble on forever... you asked me about Chamber/Sova and let me tell you YES. Yes Good. I absolutely love Somber ♥ ( I wrote a little Somber OS at some point and I have at least five wips for them if only the writer's block didn't beat my ass all the time)

Not only do I personally think Chamber is hot and I want to see him play my babygirl like a fiddle but there's like so much potential. Because Chamber's easy, flirty nature is so different from Sova's, especially if you headcanon Sova as not having a whole lot of experience in the romantic/sexual department, which, chef's kiss tbh.

Plus, Chamber's more... grey-ish morality, his 'am I really on your team or are you just part of my plan' attitude, clashes so nicely with Sova who clearly follows a very rigid moral code.

I really love the idea of Chamber having a fun time getting under Sova's skin and the poor owl not having a single clue how to deal with it???

Don't get me started on Chamber using his indefinite resources to spoil Sova and Sova being so uncomfortable with all the fancy gifts...

Also guns. Let's talk about guns. Because I see Chamber's Tour de Force and I can't help but think 'what if he allows Sova to use it, or they get into a situation where Sova is forced to use it to protect them'?? How exactly do Chamber's powers work? Does he FEEL it when someone else touches his guns???? Is it an erogenous zone

I mean Chamber clearly respects Sova's skills (how could you not) and I just see him as the kind of man who sees something/someone he wants and then stops at nothing until it's HIS. Featuring Sova who is both confused by the blatant flirting and totally NOT down to indulge Chamber.

You can also go with the trope of Chamber being purely interested in getting Sova into bed playboy style while Sova is the 'i don't do one night stands if i date someone it's bc i'm serious aboutt hem' kinda guy. Chamber who is used to getting what he wants is both frustrated and determined to win him over to the point where he doesn't even realise he's developing actual feelings until it's too late~~ whoops~ (damn i wanna write that lowkey)

ANYWAY

Thanks again for asking lmao if you want you can join the bottom Sova server on discord where you can read through several dozen weird AU ideas or headcanons we came up with for Chamber/Sova amongst other ships lmaoo

#valorant #sova #somber #chamber #replies #thank youu for asking about my sunshine child #♥

[mezzy-1]

Valorant Agents and their Comic Books (Headcanons)

A buncha headcanons and comics based on this one illustration.  I wanna make it clear that these are the ALPHA AGENTS’ books.  I got something else planned for the other comics from Omega.  Below is the summary on the back of each imagined book and the headcanons below.  Enjoy!

(Comic Title ->, Back of Comic Summary ->, Headcanons)

Solar Strike: Series X

A young teen, Sol, struggles to control their powers, generated from the ancient evil called the Demonheart, while fighting against evil forces that threaten their world.  Their team of friends battle against aliens using Chi powers learned from a ninja master’s scroll.  The Demonheart threatens to overtake Sol, can they stave it off and prevent it from costing them their friends?  Find out what happens next in this new chapter!

Let’s be clear, this is what Neon is reading in the illustration and yeah it’s probably her fav

She likes the fights and the protag, she kinda relates to it now more because of the whole controlling powers subtext

Neon’s definitely a fan and loves the flashy action and inner turmoil the character has bearing a lot of unstable powers

Her, Jett, Phoenix, Yoru, and Gekko have watch parties for the anime adaptation.  They also lowkey want to cosplay at a con when given the opportunity

During training, Neon called some duelists over and did the famous Kami Blast move using her lighting as a joke

It was pretty funny but Reyna walked in and commented on how effective it was, not hearing Neon beforehand

That’s how Neon started using the finger gun to aim her powers

The series has been going nearly forever, and is peak shonen in terms of being milked by the publishers but it still maintains a strong fanbase

Sova used to read them at his babushka’s when he was a little, and was confused when he saw that it had continued for 10+ years.  He’s so behind he isn’t even gonna try to pick it back up

Astra likes the comic too, mostly because of the cosmic level threats are so laughable to her but also because she likes how fun it is and maybe relatable because of her own responsibility

Ribbon

Private middle schools are prestigious, but the Blue Ribbon Boarding School is the most high class of all.  Anya is a delinquent who won a lottery to go, but has no manners or aspirations.  Still, she goes to the school to dominate the sports and because she may be developing a slight crush on almost all of the students.

Jett reads this religiously, and debates with Neon over if it’s better than Neon’s fav

Anya’s take no shit attitude and general punk nature is something Jett got into as a teen which helped to be more assertive

The MC being bisexual was pretty much what made Jett realize her own sexuality, but for the longest time she thought she was just really into the character’s story

The drama is for sure complex, and Jett, Neon, Raze, Killjoy, and for some reason Sage will speculate on who will get with who 

Recapping all of the relationship tension as well as the results of sports events or festivals is like a never ending net of betrayals and broken hearts

Reading is guaranteed to result in gasps of surprise, and the author is great at making twists and turns to keep readers engaged

Reyna will occasionally borrow a copy from Jett to read to Lucia

Compound Fracture

A man with an incredible debt is forced into fights against other indebted people in underground fights.  Bloody combat against a bracket of trained killers and martial artists is inevitable, but each kill is a step closer to freedom.  Will he die in debt or survive and become the world’s most dangerous man?  

Yoru loves this manga, mostly because he likes to see how brutal the fights can get and the Yakuza stuff inside it

It may also have something to do with the fact that the artist is also from his province too and because he gets them in the original Japanese

Sova and Sage also got a little into it, mostly because Sage likes that real martial arts terms are incorporates and Sova just likes the story

A copy somehow made its way to Breach and he got pretty into it, mostly because he liked how it really went crazy with the violence and how it was about getting free of restrictions

Jorgio’s Strangest Battles (On Part 19, Land of Luck)

A family with ties to an ancient power fights for humanity against hordes of clever villains using wits and supernatural beings summoned from their fighting spirit.  Each member has a journey that pits them against pure evil, but their resolve to bring justice to the wicked is unbreakable.  This week, the crew in Hawaii faces off against an onslaught of mythical felines attempting to steal a precious piece of lava rock!  TO BE CONTINUED!

Breach loves this manga, as does Harbor and Skye.  Buff people like this series because of the art and poses are *fabulously majestic*

The three will strike a pose from time to time or reference a line, the references are a little much but usually result in a small laugh

Breach once pointed out that Deadlock’s wire was similar to a protag’s (from the 6th part) and she had no idea what he meant

Then she read up on it and completely agrees

Chamber also likes it because of the references to classic Western art and the high fashion design.  Pure fabulosity

Each fight is absolute rollercoaster of back and forth outsmarting, but for whatever reason Deadlock can guess the next move

Hearts in the Heat of Battle

The nations of Nauz and Phrena war with each other, each using armies and mages to destroy each other.  Unbeknownst to the feuding states, their generals have met at a masquerade dance and fallen for each other.   If lovers continue, they may be executed but it may be the only chance for love they have. Love may make things complicated, but it may be the only route to peace.

Killjoy and Phoenix follow this one pretty closely, and is common ground for each of them.  The theatre kid loves the dramatic stuff and the nerd likes the fantasy (and romance between two gals)

Cypher has a few copies stored at an old safehouse near Rabat, he still likes to hear about the series doing well

It was his daughter’s favorite

Jett loves the series and is beyond invested at this point, but supports the exact opposite ships as Killjoy and they have very serious debates over this

Reyna loathes this series, mostly because ‘Estas chicas necesitan besar y seguir sus vidas’  She’s in support of the main relationship but not the delay in getting there

Horrorscope

Written by talented author Stephanie Queen and illustrated by a randomly selected artist, Horrorscope is a monthly anthology of stories that chill to the bone.  Beware reader, for the contents within will leave you changed and for some, twisted.  Enjoy what lurks in the dark…

Reyna reads through it from time to time if she’s bored, same with Viper.  Viper likes Queen’s writing and has bookshelf at home full of Queen’s novels.

Fade will look one over when she can, but mostly because horror is kind of her territory and she likes the art

Astra follows it from time to time and loves the more messed up stories that have really campy horror tropes.  She enjoys how over the top some of them go but Harbor cannot do horror at all

Omen tried to get into them but just found them entertaining rather than scary, the man’s a living shadow of a man so horror doesn’t work as well on him

Deadlock has read a few and it was one of the few times her ‘unshakable’ nature was actually tested a bit. It got to her

Stargunner Crosshair

A bounty hunter and a criminal with a massive bounty on them have to team up to avoid the criminal having their bounty claimed by a mob boss.  Set in a space-faring world, the duo have to navigate other bounty hunters, hitmen, and wild planets.  The greatest danger?  The two are beginning to enjoy each other’s company!

All the younger agents love this series

Fade tried to get into it because Phoenix thought ‘hey bounty hunter, here’s a story about your job’ and she gave it a try

The next day she told him that it wasn’t for her and that she’ll probably stick to reading from her bookshelf

Neon got into it though, and it didn’t help that the bounty hunter character looks like Fade but a little older and with a futuristic gun

Most of the older agents don’t mind it too much and glance over the pages if someone nearby is reading it

Neon got bored one day and styled her hair like the criminal protag and Fade caught her doing it

She decided to stay and help and the two talked about the comic for a while

Fade still denies she reads it, but in her room there is a number of those comics on her bookshelf that she exclusively lends to Neon

They’re both fans, and read it together and is one of Fade's secrets now

Titanic Drop

A crew of soldiers in giant mechs try to get home after being stranded far behind enemy lines in a deadly solar system.  Fighting giant space beasts called Leviathans, other hostile Mechas, and weathering deadly planets is their only way out.  Return or die, these mech pilots won’t stop until they destroy every obstacle in their way.  

Killjoy loves this and has loved it since she was a kid.  It may have helped inspire a few of the early designs she made

She tried to convince Kayo to allow a few modifications based on the comic, mainly the Mega Sword thing that she wanted to emulate by extending his ZERO//point  knife

It was a no, but Kayo will scan through the comic just to see what KJ is planning to ask next

Brimstone has seen a few pages of it and doesn’t really vibe with it but does think the mechs look cool

Gekko, Neon, and Raze bought some models from a comic store to build and paint.  They spent a few hours on it while Sage and Omen occasionally helped out

By the end, Raze’s was absolutely covered in stickers and spray paint patterns.  Not really canon but still striking

The Dark Crusader

Mortham City has fallen from grace.  Filth clogs the streets and gangs of supervillains prowl the streets looking for an easy mark.  The superhero known as Captain Quasar lost his powers long ago, allowing corruption to take hold.  Now, he returns to Mortham as Nocturne, a man with no powers but a lifetime of knowhow in fighting villains.  Evil will learn to fear the dark.

Brimstone used to read the old Captain Quasar comic back when it was popular, when he was a still a kid

It was all of the generic superhero comics but it had charm and a main character that had some decent moments

The Dark Crusader was a reboot after the Quasar was ‘killed’ saving the world from a doomsday weapon

When Gekko and Phoenix told him about the reboot, Brim was skeptical

Turns out the writers knew what they were doing and created a grizzled character that still managed to be interesting without being overly edgy

Brim doesn’t read up a lot on the comic, but Phoenix, Yoru, and Gekko are all over it and even rented a copy of the movie to watch with him

Dead to Rites

Emerging from the grave after being booted from the Underworld, an ex-detective, Victor, finds himself on the other side of life.  Able to solve supernatural crimes now, Vic seeks to find out the mystery of his own death while investigating strange crimes.  Demons, spirits, and undead are as sinister as the living, but Vic’s keen eye leaves no tombstone unturned.

Omen has a stack of these in his room, he got them because he thought it looked cool but he kind of fell in love with the story

Viper has read through Omen’s stash just so she can make conversation, but was surprised at how well the mysteries could be laid out

Also the Frankenstein homages are Viper’s favorite because she loved that book as a kid 

Fade thinks the writing isn’t as good as her books at times, but at least likes all of the mythology incorporated into the stories

Cypher pages through the books if nobody is going to play chess with him, along with whatever else he can read when he’s in the common room

(I spoofed a lot of comics like Hellboy and Dragon Ball Z to come up with these, I’m guessing you lot can figure out which is which.  Genre spoofing is the best :)

#valorant imagines #valorant headcanons #valorant gekko #valorant neon #valorant killjoy #valorant yoru #valorant phoenix #valorant fade #valorant fanfiction #valorant #valorant skye #valorant breach #valorant astra #valorant agents

[creampill]

HEY NERDS I AM CURRENTLY IN A SITUATION, HERE ARE SOME AGENT!READER SOVA/READER HCS :)

Sova/Agent!Reader Headcanons!!

- I AM A SOFT ROMANTIC SOVA TRUTHER.

- this man. Is SO loving. Ideal husband material. Like cmon. you KNOW his babushka taught him how to cook and clean and do housework stuff

- i hc his love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service

- he would bring you a drink if he was getting one for himself, he would give you his cloak if you’re cold on a mission, he would complement your shots and aoaughh he :)

- for some it might feel like he’s babying you but in reality he just really fucking cares okay

- PLAIT HIS HAIR. PLAIT HIS HAIR.

- please just touch his hair (if he’s comfortable with you ofc), it’s the superior form of public affection for him. He loves it

- his hair smells good also :) and he takes good care of it!

- He cuddles SO good also

- he’s always warm, and he’s a big spoon and he’s got strong arms and he will just hold you close and never let go

- icebox is his favourite site for two reasons now. 1) the cold, and 2) he now has a plausible excuse to be close to you to keep you warm :)

- depending on your role, he will act differently with you on the field:

- if you’re a duelist, you and him will have a coordinated entry strat with his recon abilities. Also, prepare for momma bear Sova fussing over your injuries if you’re ever especially brash

- if you’re an initiator, hell yeah same role babey! You share lineups with one another and take turns watching the other’s flank. Also, you’re paired up often for recon missions due to your teamwork

- if you’re a controller or a sentinel, he will also share lineups if applicable. Since your role means you usually entry last and lock down site you can get into a good routine of take and retake strategies.

- and bonus for healers: prepare for a gravely injured Sova trying to pass off his injuries because ‘the others need it more than I do’. Only you, his S/O, could ever convince him to get medical attention lmco

- the whole protocol is aware of your relationship. However, since you both work better off of one another, they have all collectively decided to ignore the ‘no fraternisation’ rules

- you pet the drone sometimes. It likes you.

#reader insert #x reader #asks #valorant sova #valorant #sova x reader #i wake up. #i think about sova valorant #i fall in love #i go to bed #repeat

[mollymauk-teafleak]

The Perfect Lemon Cookies

This is my Christmas present for my most wonderful gf @nb-fearne who I just adore, happy Christmas baby!

If you enjoyed this, please reblog and leave a comment over on Ao3!

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Ice and Mav would say they're pretty good at keeping their little granddaughter, Poppy Carole Bradshaw, occupied. So when they're asked to watch her, just like any other day, they say yes.

But this isn't just any other day. And as he and his granddaughter make lemon cookies, the same way he made cookies with his babushka, he thinks about how they got here.

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Tom knew, in a logical sense, that there were no biological similarities between Poppy Bradshaw and himself. She was his granddaughter, she had been since the day she arrived, but there wasn’t a scrap of shared genetic material to back that up. There wasn’t any between her and Maverick either, they were a family made of coincidental deployment orders, lives saved back and forth, luck finding you so late in life you didn’t feel you deserved it, a family held together by decision more than blood and DNA.

He knew that but, God, sometimes he looked at Poppy and decided genetics could go to hell. Sometimes Tom was standing in his own kitchen, in the long moment of silence as the flour fell around them like snow without the cold, after Poppy had dumped the entire bag of it in the bowl and whacked the mixer to full speed with a yell of delight. 

And he just thought there was no way there wasn’t any of Pete Mitchell in this kid. 

“Oh…” Poppy spoke first, sounding remarkably unconcerned, “Did it wrong, deda…”

Tom coughed into his fist, before taking off his glasses and calmly rubbing the film of flour off the lenses, croaking, “Well…I’m not sure you followed my instructions exactly? But there’s a lot to be said for enthusiasm, honey..”

His granddaughter beamed brightly, shaking the curls that were identical to her daddy’s so a cloud of white billowed around her, “Snowing!”

Tom had to smile, even as his fingers itched at the mess. He couldn’t ever keep from smiling, not on days like this, when the sun was turning from white to gold, from summer to fall, when every song on the old radio seemed to be one of their favorites, when any problems the Navy was having could wait until tomorrow and all Tom had to think about was spending time with his granddaughter. Days like this made him feel like someone entirely new, like the cocky, terrified, high strung kid who’d first worn his wings was a stranger but thank God he wasn’t. Life had just started being kind to him. Days like this were about as close to perfect as Tom wanted to know. 

Especially today.

He let Poppy make handprints in the flour on the counter while he discreetly tipped most of what was in the bowl into the trash and started again. Baking with his granddaughter- or his husband for that matter- usually included a few false starts. 

“Extra lemon,” Poppy reminded him just like she’d done the first time, sweeping her hands through the drifts.

Tom chuckled, “I know how your papa likes them, sweetie.”

Poppy nodded, an expression of unusual seriousness crossing her young face, “Need to be perfect. Perfect for papa.”

“I know,” Tom promised, feeling a warm rush of fondness, “Of course they’re going to be perfect, sweetie. You made them for him.”

Poppy lit up at that, now happily passing Tom whatever he asked for, stirring and rolling with his larger, stiffer hands gently guiding her little ones, tongue poking out of her mouth in her concentration. They sang along to the songs on the radio, they bickered happily over how big a lemon cookie could reasonably be and whether they’d cook twice as fast if you turned the oven up as high as it would go, they practiced her sign language while she sat on the counter and swung her little legs. 

It reminded Tom of some precious memories he kept tucked safely behind his heart, memories of weekends spent at his babushka’s. Away from the shouting and shattering at home, in the peace and quiet of her tiny apartment with its even tinier kitchen. From when he’d been even smaller than Poppy, listening to her speaking soft, creaking Russian, telling him stories and singing him songs he would only ever know in her voice. Making exactly the same cookies that were baking as Tom finally swept up the flour, filling both the kitchen he stood in and the one in his memory with the same sweet smell that would always make him feel safe and loved. 

He was stirring icing, pretending not to notice Poppy’s finger hovering and ready to steal some, when Maverick walked in, bleary eyed and yawning. 

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Tom turned and grinned, kissing his cheek when he padded over. 

“Shut up…been a while since I pulled a night shift…” Mav mumbled, wrapping one arm around his husband’s waist and ruffling Poppy’s curls with the other. 

Tom supposed he couldn’t make too much fun of him. After all, he was the one who got to stay under the covers, soothing an anxious Poppy until she fell asleep while Maverick was the one who did all the frantic 2am driving to the hospital. Tom still maintained he was a better, faster driver but his reputation couldn’t stand up to as many speeding tickets.

Speaking of which. Maverick caught his eye and mouthed, anything yet?

Ice surreptitiously checked his phone where it lay on the counter. The screen illuminated with the lock screen, still a photo of Maverick crashed out on the couch with a similarly snoring Poppy asleep on his lap, both of them wearing the hideous Hanukkah sweaters they’d all insisted on wearing through the holiday. So that made Tom smile but there were no new messages or missed calls. 

He glanced back at Maverick and shook his head lightly. 

Mav shrugged, pressing a kiss to the top of Poppy’s head as his hand flashed out and snagged a fingerful of icing. 

“Hey! Pops, that's for my papa!” she gave him a very stern look for someone who’d been seconds from doing the exact same thing.

“See, this is why you’re my helper, sweetie, and not your Pops,” Tom hummed, moving to check on the cookies, sliding them out of the oven when he saw they were perfect. 

“Uh huh,” Poppy nodded wisely, “Lick the bowl after.”

“A very important rule,” Tom agreed, shaking them onto the rack, “Though not as important as keeping your hands off these until they’re cool. I’m talking to you, Maverick.”

“I’m offended but I understand,” he shrugged, passing a hand over the mess of his bed head as he went to pour himself some coffee from the pot Tom had ready for him, “Learn from my mistakes, kiddo. Plenty of burned fingers.”

Poppy giggled, obediently tucking hers in the pocket of her dungarees, “Silly pops…”

Tom grinned, taking the mug his husband offered him, “Though I think I might trust him to help ice the cookies if you were keeping him in check, sweetie?”

Mav grinned and turned the puppy dog eyes that had been making Tom’s life difficult for thirty years on Poppy. Less of a pushover than her deda, or at least less of a sucker for a pretty face, she hummed thoughtfully and narrowed her eyes at him. Only after a long moment did she shrug. 

“M’kay.”

Maverick snapped her a more serious salute than he’d given any naval officer, “Many thanks, ma’am. I won’t let you down.”

“It’s fine,” Poppy hummed, “Just be perfect. They’re for my papa.”

Mav softened, smiling fondly, “Right. Gotcha.”

Perfect wasn’t exactly the word by the time they were through but Poppy at least seemed happy with them. Tom was laughing at his husband’s brave attempts at icing their squad patches onto cookies when he noticed his phone screen light up with a notification. Trying not to pounce too obviously, Tom flicked it open and felt his heart settle under a rush of emotion, relief and delight and excitement all at once, so strong it was a fight to keep it all to a soft exhale. 

Everything’s perfect, we’re getting released this afternoon. See you there?

Tom imagined these hours were going to feel like some of the longest of his life. 

He turned to Poppy, smiling softly, “Well, as much as we’ve loved having you stay, honey…I think it’s time for you to go home?”

Another thing that made Tom forget there were no biological similarities between Poppy and her grandpas, they were all absolute nightmares when they were nervous.

Right now she was actually pacing, going back and forth across the Bradshaw’s living room, looking for all the world like Admiral Kazansky in his office after a stressful day. Maverick had tried to coax her into watching a movie, into playing one of her favourite board games, even offering to go out into the backyard and go on the trampoline with her despite what it had done to his hips last time. None of it worked, she still fidgeted anxiously, just like she had ever since they’d arrived, as Tom and Mav had gone around making sure the empty house was clean and tidy as it could be and that there was dinner waiting on the stove. Poppy had just kept on pacing, clutching the box of cookies to her chest like her life depended on keeping track of them.

Tom had just finished vacuuming, collapsing on the sofa to give his knees a rest, “Honey, why don’t you come sit with me?”

Poppy mumbled indistinctly before shaking her head, “Don’t think so, deda…”

Tom’s smile gentled and he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, “You know, I do that so much at work that my receptionist tells me there’s going to be a trench in my carpet.” 

“Okay deda…” Poppy stood on tiptoe to try and peer past the blinds but it was just a car driving down the street. 

“Yeah. And I only really do it when something’s bothering me. So I’ve been doing it a lot less since your pops retired…but still. So is there something bothering you, honey?”

At that, she froze, her big brown eyes sliding over to him guiltily, “Uh…maybe.”

Tom opened his arms, “Something you want to come over here and tell your dedushka about?”

He wasn’t exactly surprised when she ran over and burrowed into his arms but it did give him a warm rush of joy. Especially when she managed to not crack him over the head with the tupperware box of cookies. 

“I want my daddies…”

“And they’re coming, sweetie, they said they’re on their way,” Tom rocked her gently, the way he’d been doing since she was tiny, the way he’d done for her daddy before her. 

“Mm…but also kind of…scared about it.” She sounded like she was confessing a crime to Tom’s jumper. 

“Hey,” he gently moved her so he could rub slow, soothing circles on her back, “Listen, it’s perfectly fine to be a little scared right now. It’s a huge change and that's always going to be at least a little terrifying.”

“Oh,” Poppy looked up at him, “Really? It’s okay?”

“Of course,” Tom nodded, “Because you know what isn’t going to change? How much your daddies love you. And how much me and your pops love you, for that matter.”

That brought the smile he loved so much back onto her face, “Promise?”

“I promise,” Tom kissed her forehead, his smile turning into a grin as the sound of a very familiar engine came up to the house, “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

Poppy gasped, grabbing her box and making for the door as quick as her legs could carry her. Maverick came out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a dishcloth and nudging Tom fondly. 

“Ready for round two?” he winked. 

Tom laughed and put his arm around his husband, nodding at Poppy’s retreating back, “After her? Bring it on.”

Poppy didn’t even wait for them to open the door, throwing it open herself and running out onto the drive towards the battered old Bronco and the man who was just getting out of the driver’s door. 

“Daddy!”

Bradley’s face relaxed from general bewildered exhaustion into relief as he saw his daughter running towards him, dropping to his knees so he could catch her in an enormous hug, “There’s my girl…”

“You were gone so long! Gone forever ,” Poppy half told him off, reaching up to pat his cheeks. 

Bradley chuckled, pressing a kiss to her little palms, “Well, if you’ve got a problem with that, kiddo, I’ve got someone you can take it up with…someone was determined to take his time…”

Leaning in the front doorway, Tom felt his breath catch in his throat. Because Jake Seresin was gently easing himself out of the other door, a blanket wrapped bundle in his arms and the tiredest, broadest smile on his face. 

“Ready to meet Dagger Seven?” he grinned. 

“Papa…” Poppy shuffled closer, a little hesitant now, almost shy, “You’re okay.”

“Course I am, pumpkin,” Jake looked torn for a moment, clearly pulled between the need to hold his eldest and his newest, having to settle for kneeling so she could edge closer.

“Is that them?”

“It is,” Jake smiles, gently shifting the blankets so she could see, “It’s him. Your baby brother.”

Poppy peered at the sleeping newborn in his arms, her face gentling in awe, “Oh…he’s so small.”

“They come like that, it’s okay,” Bradley laughs, moving to lay a hand on Poppy’s shoulder, “So. What do you think, kiddo?”

There was a long moment where Poppy seemed to be thinking, her mouth trembling slightly like it didn’t know which way to turn. But as she lightly touched the soft, dark curls on his head, it became a smile. 

“Okay. He can stay.”

If Tom had some tears running down his face as he leaned in the doorway, no one noticed but Maverick.

He was even cuter up close. Tom held the little boy tight to his chest, rocking him slowly, the way that had been working since the first time he held his sister Sarah. Not that he needed to, his new grandson seemed perfectly content to stay snoozing, turned into the warmth of his arms. Perfect little round cheeks, a glimpse of a tiny rosebud tongue when he yawned, a gentle dusting of dark hair. Tom could look at him for hours and find something new to love every moment. 

Maverick hung on his shoulder, grinning down at him, “God, he’s so cute…”

Jake chuckled from the other sofa, where he sat cradling Poppy and munching a cookie, “Well, he’s been quiet so far, that’s all I care about. Might have got it right this time around.”

Though he kissed the top of Poppy’s head as soon as he said it, making her giggle. 

“Are you finally going to tell us what you’re calling him, then?” Maverick asked, making Tom perk up a little. It had been driving them both nuts for the last eight months, their insistence on keeping the name they’d chosen secret until the baby arrived. 

Bradley smiled, quirking his eyebrows at his husband who shrugged and took his hand, “You tell them. Kept them waiting long enough.”

Bradley laughed at that, looking uncharacteristically coy for a moment. His eyes found Tom’s and stayed there, those eyes that would always remind Tom of the tow headed little boy who hung off his leg, no matter how old Bradley got. Right now, he could see all the years in them, all the pain and hurt and confusion and joy and need, all the love Bradley had for him, for the guy who’d shown up for him and stayed there. It felt like too much, like more than Tom deserved but he had it and all he could do was be so endlessly grateful for the day he met little Bradley Bradshaw, the kid who wasn’t his by blood but was his kid nonetheless. 

His kid smiled, “Uncle Tom, you are holding Thomas Nicholas Bradshaw.”

Tom liked to think that he was rarely lost for words. A lot of the time that was because he didn’t bother with them, finding a cold, hard stare or an incredulous look to be more effective ways of getting the job done. But now, for maybe the first time he found himself wanting words, needing words to describe this feeling in his chest, words big enough to thank them for this but there were none. 

All he could do was look down at the brand new little boy in his arms, his grandson, his namesake and croak, “Oh…”

It wasn’t much but it seemed to be enough. He was definitely crying and more people than Maverick were noticing but it was okay, Mav was crying too as he hugged him and Bradley was crying as he came over and kissed his Uncle Tom on the forehead. Jake and Poppy were soon folded into the hug too, Jake misty eyed and Poppy only looking a little confused but very pleased. 

They weren’t a family held together by DNA. They were held together by coincidence, by happenstance that had thrown him and Pete Mitchell into the same Top Gun class, Bradley and Jake into that bar near the naval academy, by sheer luck that had taken people from them and given them others. They were held together, bound so tightly, because they chose to love each other. And they would choose each other every time, on good days and the bad ones.

But today was damn near perfect.

#top gun #top gun maverick #icemav #hangster #iceman #tom kazanksy #maverick #pete mitchell #rooster #bradley bradshaw #hangman #jake seresin #please reblog and comment!

[eruverse]

People: “Ivan is gay.”

Eru, being contrarian: “But what if Ivan prefers women?”

OKAY, I’m working on this headcanon. I know this will be unpopular and I don’t mind lol, as Eru also likes being different.

In all honesty, this doesn’t rly point toward sexuality tho. In my head Ivan fucks and is fucked by men, and he also gets it on with women, but this honestly can mean anything for nations as old as him. What I am trying to say is that Ivan actually prefers being around women, feels more comfortable around them, and that he is very conscious of women in general and defers to them quite a lot. My reasonings:

Ivan has two sisters and he revolves his life and mind around them.

I also headcanon that the Eastern European siblings have a mother, Mommy Rus. No, I don’t hc the siblings as starting out from Rus principalities, but that they were born already carrying the prophecy of the countries to come even though the principalities perhaps thought of them as new baby principalities, AT first. Anyway, Ivan has a mother complex.

I headcanon that as a baby he was raised by human women of the village, often sleeping in the same bed their own children slept in. As an adult, babushkas think of him as their own grandson and perhaps due to their wisdom that comes with age are instinctively aware that he’s not just some random dude, so they take care of him a lot.

Russia as a country has a female and feminine representation, and this is very intimately internalized. However, Ivan is a dude. I wonder how he would feel abt that, then? His country is traditionally a woman, but he himself is a man. While I don’t think he’s into machismo or sth, he is still a man with generally masculine mindsets and presentation that which he prefers and what he was taught with when he was young. Therefore, I think sometimes he jokes that he is a husband instead to his wife Russia, his cold and severe wife, the mother of his children his people, who is also him as there is only ever one Russia. The ‘Russia’ that he vows to love, to protect, and to lay his life for, but obviously it’s funny because that’s all himself. Anyway, this works nicely for him tho because when he is super miserable with everything and is in an especially self-pitying mood he can blame his hardships on ‘her’ instead. Convenient!! If only General Winter was a woman lol bc he works nicely as ‘Ivan’s wife’

Women are often likened to cats and men with dogs. Russians prefer cats usually. Case closed!!

He likes feminine aesthetics. He loves female softness. He loves how clean and nice smelling women generally are, and he loves the comfort they give him.

As for his relationship with men, it’s… more neutral. He can admire men too ofc, but for the most part it just needs to be rly striking men because otherwise he won’t rly turn his head. Men are just there and taken for granted, the fact Ivan is aware of as he is also a man. But women tho, especially mothers, and especially wizened old mothers… Ivan just mentally prioritizes them over men.

Well, I guess I’m making him a bi who prefers women, but in all honesty, I think 1000+ year old nations won’t care so badly abt labels. Besides, I also hc that Ivan is kinda meh abt sex lmao (another unpopular hc).

#hetalia #aph russia #hws russia #my headcanon

[satinwithsilk]

(2/3) safe and sound // sova x gn!oc

miss part one ? read here.

tw// wholesome, these two cuties has my heart kekek, might be some mistakes oopsie

a/n : another onee !! i don't know how to use this app but we'll have to see how this goes & THIS SOVA GIF NJDSDJSBNJARRGGHHHHH enjoy hehehe

"You have me. That is good for you.”

1 ) moya lyubov’ - my sweetheart

2) babushka - grandmother

3 ) Ptitsa - bird

Sova takes me to his room where he suggested. I agreed to it since it was more privacy than being out in the open.

“Want any drinks? Any food?” His soothing voice made me want to smile but I tried to keep a straight face. He walks towards his kitchenette and turns around to face me, “Could I have some milk tea with cookies?” He smiles and nodded. I got up from my seat after I walked inside his room; wanting to help him with the treats.

“Nono, I should be doing this since you’re in my territory moya lyubov’¹.”

“Big guy, let me help you! It’s okay.”

I grabbed the plates out and he couldn’t fight back, so he let it go and continues brewing his tea, following along with his jar of cookies.

We sat down at his couch, chatting a bit before we get onto the serious topic & the reason why we are there.

“Don’t be surprised! My babushka² left me alone in the kitchen and I almost burnt the whole kitchen down!!” He exaggerated his experience, the Russian accent was strong and it fits him so well, super attractive.

Sova called my name a few times, while I spaced out while staring at him. He waved his hand in front of me and snapped out of my thoughts.

“Is my face too handsome for you?” The teasing made you roll your eyes but couldn’t help but smile even more. “Pfft- as if. Anyways, should we start discussing?” He nodded his head and we started to get more serious and focus.

Sova and I snack on our treats and drinks. I cleared my throat as I watched him folding his arms over his chest. I almost let out a scream but I kept myself together.

“Well.. have you met your mirror self? I know Brimstone has and i think a 90% chance with Chamber.” I asked and confirmed. He hums but shook his head as a ‘no’.

“Really? Well, at the mission. Long story short; he crept behind me and kissed me before I screamed. And-” Which isn’t sexual assault! Since, i actually.. liked his kiss…

I paused mid-sentence. After noticing, he almost choked on his coffee, blinking while he widen his eyes in shock. “I-HE?? WHAT- ME??” I let out a giggle before continuing, “Mirror you. Sasha Novikov 2.0. And yes, he did that and he told me about Valorant, especially ours.”

Sova raised his eyebrows, he seemed concerned and worried. “Apparently, our Valorant crew is planning something inhumane but seemed like he doesn’t know really about it. He knew about it probably from mirror Brimstone.” He nodded slowly.

“Funny enough, that’s what me and KAY/O were talking about.” He added, I sipped on my milk tea and turned to him to give him more attention.

Sova continues his explanation, “KAY/O overheard Viper’s and Neon’s conversation. He wasn’t supposed to know but KAY/O told Cypher about it and then he told me, since he trusted me.”

“What is it?”

“Can I trust you?”

That question instantly made me nodded my head. Oh lord- don’t tell me I’m in love with this guy already.

“Alright, if I tell you; can you answer another question truthfully- well it’s up to you but I’m just you know.. curious I-” My hands reached over to his cheeks to cup them, he froze. “Yah.. Sova. I will do it, whatever you ask, I’ll answer.” I smiled genuinely at him, he slowly nodded and gulped.

I saw how flushed he was, it was really adorable. Almost melting on the spot.

“KAY/O can confirm and so does Cypher that, Viper is planning to manipulate the group to turn on you. Since she’s the assistant along with Sage. She knows how to please Brimstone more than anyone since she wants to be the leader of Valorant and turn on you.” Viper is smart with her ways and knows what to do when is in power. I sighed and nodded at his confession, I ran my fingers on the ring of the mug to think.

Before I joined Valorant as my job, I was powerful enough to take down a whole group with my bare hands but it could injure me and take my life within seconds. But I needed answers, how I became someone who is almost not human and how to control my abilities without struggles. That's why I became part of Valorant, and ask questions to someone like Cypher or Reyna. Answers is what I seek.

“Are you okay? We can figure things out together, with KAY/O and Cypher.” Sova reassures me, I nod my head to reply to his question and gulp to swallow my anxiety. Sova frowned at me and held my hand after I placed the mug down on the coffee table.

“Ptitsa³. can you say something? any-”

“Your mirror self told me to run away with you and if I stay here too long, something will happen.” I blurted out.

Sova widened his eyes, startled at the sudden confession, his breathing was slightly heavier and he bit his inner cheeks; showing his nervousness. I turned away in embarrassment, I hugged myself as I buried my face into my arms. He pulls me towards him and wraps his arms around my small body, that's compared to his size. His heart was beating fast, and it made me even more nervous -- however, the feeling of being in his arms made me feel so safe; too comfortable.

He leaned his cheeks on top of my head and used his thumb to caress my shoulders to soothe me, I didn't like how intense this was getting but my curiosity reached over to me.

“What did you want to ask?”

part three

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[sparklywatercolors]

hello! tell me about Sonya? ( gimme all the deets pls )

ahhhh!!! hi!!!! Sonya is my baby, they are everchanging and always growing, but they started out as a flower shop assistant for this old woman, that takes care of their entire town with money she acquired in her youth (babushka my beloved, i don't have a name for her yet, she's just called babushka). And Sonya only got the job because they studied so hard when it came to plants (special interest of theirs), and said to babushka one day, that one of her plants was sick because of a rly odd and overly specific reason. And that's how they got their first job, and was pushed by babushka to study (at least part time) botany. Which they did. They passed with flying colors. People think they are dumb but they're really smart, they just don't like showing it. This is where the story @humhum235 and I have been collaborating on comes in So because of Sonya's high marks, they ended up being allowed to basically be a gardener for a program to bring plants to another planet. And Sonya didn't want to leave because of their dog Benji, and babushka was like "I'll take care of him until you come home to us. Go." aND SO THEY DID. When they were getting close, their ship was attacked (by the my favorite bastard ever but that's for another day), and they nearly died, but the nameless king of the land rescued them. And Sonya pretty much latched themself to him. Sonya is actually a low key trouble maker and would beg the king to let them leave meetings and not do boring stuff. They'd make silly faces behind the council's back and sneak these alien bugs they found into the palace, with the help of something that goes beyond what we know as AI, but their name is Receiver (Baby Receiver comes a lot later). And as time went on, and Sonya and this king eventually fell in love, and Sonya made many new friends, such as a their friend Mars, who doesn't know his past (and gets horrific visions when he tries to find it), and is called the prince of the stars, and their friends with the common folks, and finding a planet full of penguins, Sonya began to harvest these new powers, but they didn't know it yet. Remember that bastard I mentioned? He attacked one day, and hit the king a little too hard, and Sonya just froze. Their eyes dialating, their foe laughing saying they wont do anything. Fun fact, their pupils momentarily changed into the shape of flowers that are dangerous to humans such as aconitum and oleander. Sonya lifted their hand up and slammed him into a ship, using plants. And he like basically refuses to fight with them now. (Spoiler: after many months, their foe is now sort of a friend, he denies it though, he just likes visiting the penguins). Sonya hated that they did that, and they try to apologize to him about it. They decided to play around the castle halls (much to the council's dismay), and see what they can do with these abilities. They can also cry to where it causes a flood, and they have a scream that can break walls. But they use their plant powers to entertain the public, and make the planets they visit some gifts. Mind you, this power isn't exactly magic (Sonya calls it that though), it's different elements. And yet here's Sonya with the newest element: nature. (In Sonya's words though: PLANT). Mars can move the stars, and he's isolated when it comes to that. Him and Sonya often bond over being younger in the group, Mars is immortal just like the king and the foe, but he's a lot younger. (Fun fact: Mars and Sonya often call the other 2 in the "squad" old men when it's just them bullshitting together). Sonya is fascinated by the fact that Mars has stars embedded into his face and neck and star dust on his fingertips. Sonya is low key jealous tbh. LMAO. Remember Benji? He gets to go to space with Sonya later on, and he meets the wind people. They're so fascinated and excited by him, and their element rubs off on him. YEAH MAGICAL DOGGIE!!!! >:DD Anyways, that's just some of the basics/ lore. ENJOY :DDDD

#personal #ask #sonya

[crysdrawsthings]

*slams hands on desk* tes oc time??

top five weirdest things elanor has done, go.

Sorry for the wait with this! And thank you so much for a question! She is my horrible, but special meow-meow, so I am always happy to talk about Elanor!

So, a lot of her concept actually grew from the idea going kind of like "there is a lot of really weird stuff in Skyrim (the game), that we just gloss over, because it is a game from Bethesda, but what if there will be a character, that is just like that?". And so a lot of it does contribute to Elanor's weirdness. But I am getting off topic.

In no particular order and, probably, not being quite that weird most of the time, but some of the things Elanor did that are... unorthodox.

While dealing with Potema being brought back from the dead Elanor did, without that much effort, cut down necromancers, vampires, skeletons and whatnot, eventually reaching the spirit of the Wolf Queen herself. To rather gleefully slap together a ritual to bind remnants of Potema's soul to some skull laying nearby. I am not even sure if it would be Potema's skull. Then proceeded to gift the chatty and constantly spewing curses skull to Elisif after Elenwen calmly, but sternly demanded it be removed from the Embassy's vestibule.

Elanor's rare "moral Ws" she sometimes achieves by either taking a liking to a particular person (having the energy of a stray dog or beloved babushka helps) and therefore having an insatiable urge to deal with the favorite mortal's problem in the most ruthlessly straightforward way possible. Or by finding someone genuinely abhorrent / annoying / distasteful / plainly speaking awful and doing a public service by disposing of said person. However, being from the 4E Thalmor her plank for "eh, that's ok" is incredibly low.

That fact that she licked the Eye of Magnus is not that weird, to be fair. Forbidden orbs do that to mages. That fact that she got her tongue unstuck from it, applied some restoration to the bleeding and freezing and five minutes later did it again is a bit concerning tho.

Actually enrolled into College for shits and giggles. And is technically a honorary member of the Dark Brotherhood.

She eventually devours the world, ascending to become Alduin properly. Still retains a huge portion of her personality following this, so Alduin 2.0 comes in an altmer-shaped package and with horrible no good vibes. Her very first act after finally tasting what being truly divine feels like is to go and stab Talos, naturally. Old habits never die, of course, but she also got a very personal beef here.

Dis-honorable mentions:

Does Namira's quest properly. Enjoyed the little snack at the end. Not the weirdest thing she had put in her mouth, to be honest.

Once the Bromjunaar was rebuilt have ordered to make a hall there specifically to keep butterflies inside. No deep reasoning behind it, she just likes butterflies.

Asked her "mother" for advice on how to set the mood for a romantic situation with a guy she likes. Sheba having zero clues on the matter suggested a lightning bolt. Elanor shrugged and did just so.

Runs a network of animal shelters on her salary and various monetary findings. Just. Genuinely loves animals.

#tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #skyrim ldb #last dragonborn #altmer #thalmor #emissary elanor (shitty at her job) #thank you so much for an ask! #;u; #crysandthings

[multiphandommess]

Help Leads To Something More - Chapter 3 - Red's Disapproval

Red finds out about the exchange of numbers

Nicky POV

I was walked back to my cell before being released. Typically, they don’t walk us to and from the rooms, but they walked me with cuffs since it was the FBI. After I was released, I went to the kitchens to talk to Red. I don’t know why I was so adamant to get her number. I just…wanted it? I don’t know, but I make Red unpack it with me later. I might call the FBI agent later. What was her name? Baker? Bell? I can’t remember, but let’s hope that she wrote it on the paper. I walked into the kitchen where Red was finishing up lunch. “Hey, ma. How’s it going?” I asked her.

“It’s going fine. Where’d you run off to earlier, Babushka?” She replied.

“Some agents from the FBI wanted to talk to me about King,” I said.

“FBI?” She asked.

“Yea. He must’ve done something to piss ‘em off. I think they said somethin' about murder and bodies, but I don’t know. Also, I got a hot agent's number,” I said. This caused the well-put-together and stoic Red to drop the knife she was holding.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” She asked, exasperated. “What? She was hot and flirted back. So I got her number,” I replied in a monotone.

“She’s gonna fuck you over, kid,” Alex said, walking in and sitting on the counter next to me.

“Eh, I’ve already been fucked over my whole life, at least she’s hot,” I said, jumping off the counter as Luschek came into the kitchen and told me that the dryer was broken again.

A few hours later, it was dinner time. I was sitting at our normal table with our family but I wasn’t paying attention to the conversations happening around me. I was more focused on what Alex said. I usually got a pretty good read on people and Brown didn’t seem like the kind of person to fuck anyone over. I kept fidgeting with the slip of paper in my pocket. I was planning on calling her tomorrow, but I was starting to question that decision. What I didn’t see was that everyone kept looking at me since I was zoned out and not listening to anything other than my thoughts.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“You ok, Nicky?” Piper asked me

“Oh, yeah,” I replied, “Just thinking.”

“You? Thinking? That’s scary,” Alex commented. I just flipped her off. “You thinking about the hot FBI chick?” She asked.

“Shut the fuck up, Alex. Just because your relationship is dysfunctional, doesn’t mean everyone wants one too,” I said, angry. I dumped my tray and walked back to my cell, leaving a table of confused people in my wake. I don’t normally get explosively mad and ever at Specs. I tried not to focus on that as I walked. I got to my cell, turned on my radio, and lay on my bed, face down. I lay there for a while until I heard screaming. I sat up before realizing that the yelling came from Red. I walked out to see Red yelling at the FBI agents down the hallway. I walked to them and stepped between them. “Alright, alright. There’s no need to yell. Red, it’s ok, they just want to ask questions and then they’ll go,” I said, raising my eyebrows, leaning in, and whispering to Red, “She’s not here.”

They asked a few more questions before I was released once again. I found Red in the hallway. “Hey, so, um, what the fuck was that?” I questioned, sarcastically.

“What do you mean?” Red replied.

“Yelling at federal agents?!” I yelled.

“What if she was there?”

“Why would it matter? Who cares if I were to be into her? The only reason you think she’s going to fuck me over is because of what Alex said, but what if she doesn’t? Huh? If she does, then that’s that. But if she doesn’t, I get someone who cares about me who isn’t in our family, " I said" “Maybe she would help me kick heroin. We don’t know because nothing has even happened yet.”

Red didn’t speak for a moment, not liking that I called her out. “...Fine, but if you get fucked over, don’t come to me,” She replied, walking away. I went to bed upset that Red was pissed and I was still questioning calling the girl.

#nicky nichols x reader #nicky nichols #oitnb

[inky-quilled-dragon]

When Wikipedia Inadvertently Leads You to Massive TUA Realizations

Alrighty-dighty i've decided i'm gonna post this here because now i actually have somewhere other than my AO3 that works!

im just gonna copy this down.

Let's give some context first. Season 1--episode 4. Man on the moon.

I'm sure you all remember that one, it was pretty painful--but also had so much beautiful, beautiful Klaus development that seriously made my heart sing.

And it all started with Ben and, most importantly in this theory, Zoya Popova. She was the first ghost Klaus had talked to besides my darling Ben in who knows how long, and the first ghost in the long line of Hazel and Cha-Cha's victims that he would end up talking to in hopes of escape.

Zoya Popova. She was Russian, older, wearing a headscarf known as a babushka, and she'd been killed by the commission thanks to their BS rasion d'être.

We all liked her. She was a very likeable character, despite not having a whole lot of screen time. This was thanks in no small part to her tragic backstory and distinction as the non-Ben ghost who arguably kickstarted Klaus' journey towards accepting his powers.

But we never did find out why she died. We never did figure out what she did that caused the commission to deem her a threat to the timeline. We never even learned when she'd lived.

Season 2

I'm sure you all remember Diego's obsession with his asshole father's connection to the Kennedy murder.

And i'm sure you all may have noticed that plot line was never quite resolved.

(to be honest though, that was hardly top of mind after the crap-loads of crazy we were gleefully showered with. Heck, we learned Reggie was an alien and we all basically did that John Mulaney quote and just breezed right on bye with barely a second glance)

But yes, the last we see of Reggie in the sixties is him peeling off his face and going to murder a bunch of shadow government figures. Fun times.

And the last we hear about his role in the assassination is his little monologue before he kills them--and the reveal of his driver's identity as the Umbrella Man.

so, yeah. it's very much implied, but not confirmed, that Reggie had some role.

The entire series.

The Commission wants to cause the apocalypse for some twisted-ass reason.

Viktor causes the apocalypse both times we've seen it so far.

and it's all thanks to Reggie's asshole-er-y and beyond S****Y parenting.

Now why don't you take a look at this? (I'll summarize below in case you don't feel like it)

Babushka Lady

basically, to summarize, the so called "babushka lady" is a figure present in many eyewitness accounts and films (including the Zapruder footage) of the assasination, and she had her camera raised the exact moment Kennedy was shot. In other words, she very well could have taken a photo that proved the existence of a conspiracy. after the assasination, she joined the crowd that left via the Grassy Knoll

Her identity is unknown, and the only thing known about her appearance is that she was wearing a babushka, hence her alias.

She never came forward.

And yes, I'm claiming that Zoya Popova was Babushka Lady.

Ok, hear me out. If Reggie was indeed involved in the assassination (which he almost definitely was) and Zoya Popova was indeed babushka lady, and she had indeed taken a photo that would have proved his involvement, what would have happened?

Well, assuming she'd turned it over to the police, I'm assuming that would be more than enough to put reggie behind bars for years. Not even political connections can do that much for you when the evidence is that solid and the crime so severe and high profile.

So let's say Reggie is convicted, scentenced to what will likely be no small amount of jail time.

And what does that make him unable to do?

Yes. It makes him unable to adopt our darling Hargreeves children.

It makes him unable to traumatize Viktor

And under those circumstances--Viktor, untraumatized, with a likely loving family that was not pitted against each other by a complete dickhead--there is a very low chance he'd ever break.

There's a very low chance he'd ever cause the apocolypse.

So what's the commission to do? If Zoya releases those photos, the domino effect essentially completely negates any chance the 2019 apocalypse will come to pass.

So they dispatch Hazel and Cha-Cha, and they kill Zoya, destroy the camera, make sure those photos never see the light of day.

Boom, Reggie's secret is safe and the apocalypse is back on track.

And that, dear reader, is how i think Zoya died.

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Ok, did that make sense??? Like, i think there's a real chance this could be true. If so, then seriously PROPS to the umbrella academy team for this because the level of detail is simply astounding here. Like seriously I'm so impressed.

And if you doubt that they'd put so much detail into the show for a character who only appeared for a moment?

Well.

Eyewitness accounts also mention seeing what looked like "smoke or flashes of light" from the Grassy Knoll, right before the shooting.

And in TUA, what happened at the Grassy Knoll right before the shooting?

Oh, nothing much. Just two versions of Five duking it out with no small amount of teleporting involved.

Five's teleporting lets off light.

TUA literally explained the tiniest detail from the assassination, and it nearly flew right under my nose.

So i think there's a very real chance they did it again.

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