#ollie's branch

[saddleseatollie]

my favorite part about Date Everything is that it becomes a horror game when you actually think about it for even a moment.

everything in your house. is alive.

every appliance, every piece of furniture. the air you breathe, the water you flush down the toilet. the goddamn toilet itself.

they've been alive, the whole time. watching, listening, judging. there is nothing they do not know. they've seen and heard everything you thought was private.

think of all those moments you have when you're alone in your home. the things you would never let anyone else see. every gross, embarrassing, intimate, heartbroken, and painful moment. even your nightmares were laughing at you.

and you were never actually alone. for any of it.

those nights you cried yourself to sleep? your bed could feel your tears soaking into her.

that time you got so sick you spent the whole day on the bathroom floor? the floor could feel herself grow slippery with your sweat.

and it's not their fault, of course it isn't. i'm sure Betty would have held you if she could, stroking your back until you fell asleep. i'm sure florence would have gotten you a cool rag and a glass of water if she'd been able.

it's as much torture for them as it is for you.

maybe when you're mad your slam your doors. or maybe you throw your dirty clothes into a corner and wait too long to wash them again. maybe you once plugged in one too many things and blew a fuse.

and none of them, not dorian or dirk or eddie or volt were able to tell you that you were hurting them. they could only suffer and endure.

and that's not your fault. if you'd known they could feel, you'd have been much more careful. but you still hurt them all the same.

also almost every single one of them has probably seen you naked.

[frostdrawz]

PUPPET PIPELINE ONE OF US ONE OF US

[elijones94]

🐾 “If I knew how deeply I was to be involved, I would’ve obeyed my first impulse and walked away.” 🐆

[lawboysammyy]

swim our cares away — clark kent x farmer’s daughter!reader

summary: you and clark spend a day at crater lake

contains: fluffy and fun! reader is described as getting a little red from the sun, clark is a perfect boyf as usual

wc: about 690 words

the smell of sunscreen and fresh fruit flooded the air, water splashing onto your sunglasses as your friends jumped into the lake from the dock. you, chloe, lois, and oliver had somehow managed to drag clark kent away from his farm chores for the day and convinced him to spend the day at crater lake.

“clark, can you get me a water out of the cooler, please?” you asked politely, wiping a droplet of strawberry juice off your bottom lip. it was mid july, nearing 95 degrees outside, and the kansas sun was beating down on your body harder than it had the entire summer.

clark opened the insulated box with ease, retrieving an icy bottle of water for you and cracking the seal on the cap. “here you go, sweetheart,” he said softly, a small smile on his face.

you thanked him, sipping on the beverage while watching chloe drop into the lake from the old tire swing tied to a tree branch over the water.

“c’mon, lovebirds, jump in! the water feels amazing!” lois called out to you and clark, laughing as chloe splashed her with water. you couldn’t deny the fact that the fact that the thought of jumping into crater lake sounded like heaven on earth right now.

you turned to your boyfriend, giving him a sly smile before standing up and grabbing him by the hands. “come on, clark. you think we can beat lois and ollie at a game of chicken fight?” you posed the idea to clark, who was reaching for the bottle of sunscreen next to you.

clark, the ever caring boyfriend he was, turned to you as he opened the lid to the sunscreen. “only if you let me reapply some of this on your shoulders. you’re looking a little red and i know you’ll be complaining later that your shoulders hurt.”

you sighed, but ultimately agreed because you knew he was right. just last week, you had walked into the kent barn while clark was stacking some hay. you we telling him all about how you had spent the day at the pool with your friend but you had forgotten to put on sunscreen so now you were burnt.

once clark had rubbed in the sunscreen, you walked to the dock and jumped in, the lake water immediately cooling you down. lois was getting onto oliver’s shoulders, the blonde boy’s torso rising out of the water as lois grabbed onto the top of his head.

clark sank down into the water, allowing you to place your legs over his broad shoulders. you let out a yelp as clark’s tall, 6’4 frame rose up, placing you high in the air. the two boys walked closer to each other, as chloe sat on the dock, ready to supervise and get photo evidence of this moment.

“you sure you’re ready for this, lane?” you asked your friend. she nodded her head with a mischievous smile on her face.

“oh, it is so on. you better hang on, smallville, because you two are going down,” lois taunted. below lois, oliver just shook his head with a smile.

“hey, don’t taunt ‘em too much. i’ve got a feeeling clark and ms. competitive over here have good 3 inches on us and and i’ve got a feeling we’re about to lose,” you heard oliver call up to lois. he was right. him and lois were about to lose. you weren’t going down without a fight.

laughter erupted as you and lois began pushing each others shoulders, the boys below you trying their hardest to keep you upright and out of the water. with a final push, and maybe a little help from clark’s super strength, lois fell back into the water with a splash.

“smallville! i know you cheated, you-“ she was cut off by chloe laughing as she splashed her cousin with water, climbing onto oliver’s shoulders for a round of chicken fight.

you ran your hands through clark’s wet hair, a smile on your face as the sun shined down on you. it was definitely worth dragging clark out to the lake today.

[galaxymagitech]

You can’t tell me that Roy Harper, who has spent way more time than he wants to around Oliver Queen (and is angry with his mentor at various points in time), has not tried to create a sidekick (or protégé, if it sounds more palatable to him at the moment) union at least once.

I’m not talking a team. No. Like, a full, proper, federated union. With a bargaining committee and a contract and everything. They debate how to ethically go on strike, maintaining their lifesaving heroics while being as inconvenient as possible. (No post-patrol reports today, Batman—Robin is part of the Gotham branch of the Super Youth Union! Aqualad will not filling out Atlantian paperwork for the foreseeable future! Teen Titan PSAs have been temporarily put on hold!) There is at least one protest. The public is won over to the sidekicks’ side.

Green Lantern makes the mistake of stating on television that this is ridiculous, because the sidekicks aren’t even paid employees. And the reporters are like, what do you mean you aren’t paying minimum wage? The emergency press conference is a disaster. Afterwards, Flash suggests they say it’s okay because the sidekicks are working for a family business. Batman vetoes this, on account of protecting secret identities, even though everyone assumes he’s Robin’s father anyway.

Eventually, there is a contract. The sidekicks/protégés/whatever receive stipends, even though most of their mentors were giving them allowances anyway. They also get the right to have a union representative present during disputes with “management”, which Kori and Donna use to intimidate Batman and Roy uses to tell Ollie that they can’t talk because “there isn’t a union rep present, I know my rights!” (Yes I’m aware this isn’t quite how unions work, but it’s how this one, established by a bunch of teenagers, does.) The adults do manage to sneak in a clause about unsafe working conditions and limits on working hours, ostensibly for the benefit of the union, designed to prevent their sidekicks from jumping straight into danger or staying up for 72 hours straight. The sidekicks pretty much ignore this, though, because Roy caught it and made sure that this clause was only important if the union chose to enforce it.

(If Ollie wasn’t so proud, he’d be annoyed. Or if he wasn’t so annoyed, he’d be proud. Take your pick.)

[giuseppe-yuki]

when the clock strikes 12'

baker!yuki tsunoda x princess!reader

w.c.: 2.9k

warnings: a sprinkle of fluff, slight allusions to sex, curse words, angst, mentions of death

summary: every night, you flee to the baker's son to receive the love you never got from your own family.

picture credits from pinterest :)

every day was unchanging. wake up at six am, breakfast of exactly one apple and a cup of oatmeal with a sprinkle of cinnamon, then onto history, etiquette, dancing class, horse-riding, brief pause for lunch, embroidery, languages, government, military tactics, dinner, then finally music. as the next brightest queen on the throne, you had to be perfect. you couldn’t be your little brother, running carefree in the woods, playing with wooden bows and arrows, or your younger sister, who spent all her hours gossiping and playing cards with the ladies of the court. trapped in a gilded cage, you had no choice but to endure all the classes your parents put you through and to your credit, you seemed to be the best daughter and heiress they could ever ask for. 

however, when the clock hit 12, you would routinely slip on your black cloak, pull the torch lever in the corner of your room, and flee down the steps out of the palace. the second your foot touched the soil on the other side of the towering stone walls, you could shed your disguise of being the powerful, multi talented crown princess of your kingdom. when you flew through the beaten path in the woods, cloak flapping behind you, and past the empty cobblestone courtyard, feet echoing quietly on each brick, and up the leafy vines, hands easily grasping the familiar branches, and into the arms of the boy you loved the most, you finally felt at home. 

he would unclasp your black cloak, fold it neatly, and place it softly on the singular wooden chair next to his bed. then, like always, he would flourish a covered plate towards you, pretending he was a fancy chef in the castle, serving you the finest food in the kingdom- dishes that average village people could only dream about. you knew, of course, that underneath the piece of tattered cloth, there sat two slices of warm bread, topped with your favorite golden honey, and a cup of milk from his family cow in the shed behind the bakery. no matter how many times you scarfed down the handmade bread, it tasted way better than any of the food you had at home. perhaps it had tasted so delectable, because he had made it with his love, something that you never felt in the castle. you would whip off the cloth like you always did, gasp shockingly at the worn, hand-carved dish and its contents in front of you, and pepper the boy with kisses until he was a giggling mess. then, you would each share a slice of bread (he would always purposely slide you the bigger piece when he thought you weren’t looking) and talk about your day together, as if you were just another average couple who were most definitely not a princess and a simple baker’s son. 

he would then tell you about the day’s customers, about the mean old grandpa named mr. horner who would yell at him for ‘lazing around all day,’ or his best friend pierre who always would buy three baguettes, cut up into fourths, or the kind blacksmith’s wife, susie, who would buy loads of pumpernickel for her husband, and sometimes his classmates, like carlos and charles, who would beg him to give them a sliver of cake. you pretended you understood what he meant when he would describe searching for wild potatoes in the forest with his friends, when the day’s bread was sold out. 

in return, you would tell him about your day, like when one of the lord’s sons, ollie, stepped on your white wool socks and ruined them during your dancing lessons, or when your friend dorianne told your french teacher that she ate un mur (a wall) instead of une mûre (a blackberry) for lunch, or how you galloped across the field on your horse faster than max, a duke’s son. he nodded like he knew the feeling of how ridiculous it was when the chef gave you one whole roasted chicken when you had requested a lamb chop and asparagus. 

later, when the soft bread was reduced to crumbs on the wooden plate, and you both had nothing left to say, you would kiss the honey off his lips, and he would laugh and shove you into his wood-and-straw bed. he would then lean over to the singular tallow candle on the patchy floor next to his bed and blow the flame out. underneath the glow of the stars, with the wisp of candle smoke wafting in the air, he would tuck you into his sheets, ‘like a princess deserves,’ and shuffle himself in the slot next to you, one arm around your waist. 

sometimes, you would both fall asleep immediately, one of your soft hands laced in his rough calloused one, your face nuzzled in the crook of where his shoulder meets his neck, breaths syncing together, and blankets swirled around like the hazy night mist outside the window. other times, you would look up at his face, where he looked down at you with lovestruck eyes. your gaze would drift down to his pretty pink lips that seemed to always be slightly chapped and you would forcefully pull him down into a heated kiss. those nights always seemed to end with your sweaty bodies tangled in his linen sheets, with you falling asleep on his naked chest listening to how his racing heart slowed to a soft pitter-patter and him gently caressing the length of your back. 

whichever night it was, you would always be the first one up at exactly five am, smiling at the sight of the baker’s son still sprawled on the bed, a drop of drool running down the corner of his mouth. you would get dressed in your black cloak, leave two gold coins that was worth more than a typical villager’s weekly pay (the baker and his wife never did understand how their son constantly produced such massive sums of money when their business was in a tight spot), and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. he slept soundly, knowing that you would always be back, like you promised, near midnight every night. 

quietly, you snuck out of his window, down the leafy vines, past the empty cobblestone courtyard, though the woods, underneath the stone walls of the castle, and up the stairs into your room, half and hour before your maid was to fetch you for breakfast. by the time the birds outside chirped their tunes and the maid knocked on your gold-embossed door, you would be back in your silk pajamas, underneath your thick hand-weaved cotton blankets and sunken into your soft feathery mattress. she would gently nudge you awake, and you would pretend-yawn, as big as you could, to make it seem like you had the best sleep in the world. and you did, but just not in your bed- it was in the arms of the boy you loved all but a half an hour ago in his bedroom on the second floor of his family’s bakery. 

very rarely did you ever see that boy not under the glow of his tallow candle that threatened to die out way too often, compared to the smooth beeswax candles you had lined throughout the rooms and hallways of your castle. once a month though, the royal family would pay a visit to all the towns in their region of rule. his village would always be the twenty second that you visited, and he would put on a knowing smile when you walked through the woods, down the cobblestone courtyard, and towards the building with the leafy vines on the side in your regal gold and white skirts and petticoats, procession in tow. the rest of the village would be gathered around the cobblestone courtyard as well, each individual working sector presenting a gift of gratitude to you and your family for blessing their town with your presence. your father accepted from the blacksmith a fine-crafted iron sword (which he threw into a box that contained the twenty one other similar swords from past villages), your mother accepted from the dressmaker and carefully stitched dress (that she immediately made plans to be turned into washcloths- the material of the dress was too rough!), your little brother accepted a little toy music box from the sales merchant (he would probably accidentally ‘break’ it on the way to the next village just to see what it looked like on the inside), and your little sister accepted a pair of sparkly gold shoes from the shoemaker (shoes that she would give to her maid, because a princess would never wear something so atrocious as shoes with fake pieces of gold on it!). and to you, the baker’s son would flourish, like he did the night before under your watchful eyes, a weaved basket with a full loaf of soft wheat bread, a pot of honey, and a big jar of cold milk. you would thank him profusely, hand lingering on his a smidgen too long, and softly place the item in your carriage to enjoy later. before you left the village on your horse-drawn buggy, you would glance out the window to see the boy give you a wink and a wave, because he knew, when the moon came out and the clock struck twelve, you would be back in his arms once more with the basket of food, and you both would feast like kings. 

it was like clockwork, through spring, summer, fall and winter, that you journeyed to the village bakery. years passed, and your schedule never changed. you would always be there, a little bit after twelve, with your black cloak and a smile on your face, and he would welcome you with a kiss and honey bread. it was like that until it wasn’t.

your father had gotten suspicious with your actions one winter. his first clue was how you always seemed tired in your lessons- how you dozed off a little bit in history class, how you accidentally pricked your fingers way more than normal in embroidery class, how you would skip dinner more often than not, and then rush through music class as if you were in a hurry to go to bed. his second clue came more by accident, when one of his guards had caught one of the dukes, jos’, son sneaking off from a side exit to meet some random stableboy named charles in a nearby town. your father’s rather aggressive guards had caught them embracing in the shady corner of some cobblestone courtyard. they had nearly beaten charles to death right then and there, but was stopped by max at the last second when he tearfully pleaded to them he would do whatever they wanted him to do, even if that included adhering to his father’s jos’ lifelong wish of turning him into the best equine racer in the kingdom- even if he hated racing. trudging back to the castle with a sobbing max in tow and charles’ broken and feeble body left in the courtyard, they could have sworn they saw a figure in a black cloak that was too high-quality to be a villager’s dart by the leafy vines. his third and final clue was when he ordered the guards to check your room at precisely 1am to make sure you were still snuggled in your bed like you were supposed to be, snoring away.

alas, you weren’t. you were listening cautiously, with wide eyes, as the baker’s son described how a stable boy was found half-beaten to death and frozen in the courtyard a day ago, and all he cried was strings of ‘maxmaxmaxmax’ when the village doctor finally nursed him back into a barely-alive state. that night, when you whimpered the baker’s son’s name into the crook of his neck and he muffled his cries of ecstasy into his pillow, you made sure to hold him just that little bit tighter in the afterglow as if you never wanted to leave. when the sun peeked through the leafy vines at the edge of the window, you gathered your things, and gave the boy a kiss on the lips. this time he awoke, unlike normal, and sat up on the bed. he looked at you with his head cocked to the side and bleary eyes, then laughs when he sees you put not two, but six gold coins on the singular wooden chair next to his bed. he whispers a soft ‘i’ll see you tonight’ and blows you a kiss before collapsing dramatically back on the bed. you can’t help but giggle to yourself and lightly skip all the way back to your room. you fail to notice how the stems of the vines have been hacked slightly, or how the snow on the cobblestone road had one too many sets of footprints, or how the pathway through the forest had deep imprints way bigger than possible to be from your feet in the slushy watery brown sludge, and how the torch-lever-door was slightly ajar when you arrived in your room. 

when you are awaken by the maid, you brightly hop out of your soft bed, unaware of the pitying looks she gives you. 

you attend your history, etiquette, dancing class, horse-riding, scarf down your lunch, embroidery, languages, and government. you are in your military tactics class, learning how wheels could perhaps be attached to open boxes and go on a circular track to gain speed and agility when the son of a baker is dragged rather unceremoniously into the dungeons below. 

he stays mostly silent; he knows that no one will be saving him now. he waits for a bit in the dim holding cell, watching as the beeswax candle smoothly burns on the wick. it’s funny how even the dungeons of the castle was the teeniest bit more fancier than his bedroom in the room above his family’s bakery…oh yeah, the bakery. he just hopes that his family will survive with the gold coins he had piled on the wooden plate that he typically served the princess on. he had shoved the plate under his covers just as the guards came barging up the stairs and dragged him towards the castle, his parents wailing in confusion and despair. his mind can’t help but drift back to your body, laid out so prettily beneath him the late night before. it lingered on his mind when the executioner led him to a dirty, bloodstained, block and forced him to hold his head over it. and when the swoosh of the blade fell down, the last thought in his head was that if you’d miss the bread that he would make, drizzled with honey with a glass of milk on the side. 

when you sneakily tiptoe past the castle walls, through the forest, across the cobblestone courtyard, and up the vines, you expect to see your lover waiting on his wood-and-straw bed next to the tallow candle, a teasing smile on his pretty face and rumpled black hair all messy on his head. there should be the usual wooden plate on his bed, and his singular wooden chair ready for your folded cloak. but what meets you is a wailing couple, a woman that seemed to have the boy’s shade of hair, and nose shape, and the man that seemed to have his eyes and his chin. the candle is broken in half, unburning, a wooden plate overturned with gold coins spilt everywhere, and a singular wooden chair that has its back board splintered in two. 

ten years later, when your father and mother have passed on, leaving you queen regent, and the military generals look up to you for your orders, and when you are forced to be betrothed to a so-called prince who spends all his time in brothels, fucking women who aren’t you, and your talentless brother and sister have wasted away in the castle, only alive to spread gossip and eat your food, you still wonder what had happened the the baker’s son that wintery night a little past midnight. yuki, you remember his name was. a name that means snow- like the snow that was falling around you when you climbed down his window for the last time, never knowing you would never see him again. you hoped that yuki had a good life. maybe he ran away, and got with a some pretty little commoner that didn’t have the same responsibilities you did, someone who could be with him day and night, someone who didn’t have to arrive at midnight and leave at daylight. or maybe he ran away to become a famous cook or baker- you knew he always had that talent within him. maybe he was in a far-away kingdom, cooking up the most delicious meals that were made with love. you remember those honey bread slices and milk that yuki always made you. but when you requested it from the chef, it never tasted the same. she would always give you three slices instead of two, warm milk instead of cold, or drizzled way too much honey on the slices. wherever he was, you hoped that your paths would meet again. maybe then, he could fold your black cloak nice and neat, make you the honey bread exactly how you liked it with cold milk, and you could talk about your day, and you could kiss the honey off of his lips, and he would tuck you into bed, and lay there with you until your breaths synced up once more.

a/n: ummm so idk what happened it kind of just flowed out of me... it's my first attempt at angst though so lmk if y'all like it :)

[frownyalfred]

Being feral about your omegaverse specifically because I love the lore and the love you put into like social structures and hierarchies

Thinking about hypothetical pseudo packs that pups make together. Like I know the coralverse is based in DCEU so Dick and Tim aren’t really in it but thinking about like pseudo packs they make with the Titans or young Justice

Like they’re still pups, or at least not old enough to be branching off and starting their own packs, and it has nothing to do with mating or even always hierarchy but the calming scent of your friends after a long mission or a quick scenting just to be say hello

It’s practice for their future packs! Light dominance fights that don’t hold a lot of weight; learning to exist together and as an individual within a unit

It’s good practice for pups and thinking about how because Jason died he didn’t get that practice, and so when him and Roy do bond and the idea of them forming their own pack one day down the road with their own pups, Jason panics because he doesn’t know what to do. He’s never thought about what it would be like to lead his own pack. And because of Ollie’s progressive ways, Roy sure as hell doesn’t know what to do either. They stay with the Wayne pack way longer than most pups starting their own families would because neither of them got the practice of pseudo packs that pups usually get

Idk this might not have made any sense my brain is rotting I just like thinking about really tight knit friend groups as packs and then what that would look like in kids and fnfisnfisnd ignore this im insane

Yeah! They’re practicing for something they won’t fully “get” until after presentation but those skills are still very valuable. And it changes of course after they present, but no matter what they all remember what it’s like to be a pup and how to relate to others in the pack or “pack.”

And yeah, Jason and even Bruce and Lex missed out on a lot of that. They’re possibly even overcompensating a little bit instincts wise because they only had those pack bonds later in life.

[snippychicke]

Poppy Seeds--Part Three

Inspired by TooManyPsuedonyms work, which in turn was inspired by @semisolidmind fanart/cabin!Au for Playtime Poppy. Especially these works today

Master post

Seven: Music

As soon as Kissy found the old radio stuffed away, she was in love. Especially when you found the vinyl records and 8-track tapes stored away. Old records your grandparents had loved like The Mamas and The Papas, Abba, John Denver, and others you weren’t so familiar with.

Soon music was always playing in the house as long as Kissy was awake. To the point that every time you were in town, you had raided the second hand store and old music shops for more.

Because it not only made the pink giant happy, but seemed to lift everyone's spirits, even on the bad days. And if that’s what it took, you would be all too happy to accommodate.

-+-

Some old song played, and something about it had everyone up and dancing. Kissy had Ollie in her arms, and the boy was giggly as the giant spun him around. Poppy was swaying by herself on the kitchen counter, though she seemed quite content by the smile on her face.

Dancing with Dogday was a bit challenging considering your size difference, but he was determined to make it work. And well, you had no complaints as he held you close with an arm around your back while his other hand encompassed yours.

Actually, you were in heaven, you just didn't want to admit it. The feelings in your chest had been slowly growing warmer and fonder for Dogday, but burying your face in his soft chest was making you realize what exactly those emotions were.

Surely this was just another side effect of the horrors you survived, right? Or just having someone so openly affectionate with you after being somewhat socially isolated the last decade as you hid from the truth you accidentally had uncovered at Playtime.

It didn't help with him always calling you angel, or following you around like a shadow. And right now, some of your favorite moments were just laying together in bed, snuggled closely and basking in the moment.

You were starting to fall in love, and you weren't quite sure how to deal with it.

His deep voice started to sing softly along with the chorus, and you knew you were in deep trouble.

Eight: Hunt

Feeding four people was going to strain your meager funds as a small farmer/rancher. Especially when two of those ‘people’ were towering creatures with an appetite of 2 each.

You knew they could ‘survive’ off less, and they both tried to hide the fact the typical portions were leaving them hungry. But after hearing both Kissy and Dogday's growl loudly several meals in a row, you deduced that it wasn't quite enough. And while you had a large garden planted, it was going to be at least a few weeks to a couple of months to benefit from that.

You knew there were plenty of deer and elk in the woods this time of year--along with things like bears and mountain lions. So you had your gramps' old shotgun hanging off your shoulder by the old strap, unable to see either Dogday or Kissy but you knew they were still within shouting distance. Surely between the three of you, you'd be able to bring something in, even if it was something smaller like a rabbit or one of the wild turkeys.

Hunting was not your favorite thing, but it put food on the table. Besides, you knew Ollie needed more nutrition too if he was ever going to get rid of that sallow tint and put meat on his bones.

There was a grumble along with a crack of a branch that gave you half a second warning. You turned, not expecting the giant grizzly bear that somehow got behind you.

You swore as you fumbled with the shotgun-- you had been more familiar with the old Grab Pack than you were the gun. The grizzly huffed again and lumbared towards you far faster than you thought something that size could. You attempted a shot, which fired with a harsh crack, but it went far too wide.

You were dead.

But in a blur of deep violet, the grizzly was knocked to the forest floor. It took you another second to recognize Catnap as he tore into the animal.

There was a brief moment of relief… and then you realized you had just traded one deadly situation for the other.

Catnap eventually released the grizzly bear and looked towards you. You took a step back, even though you knew there was no way you could outrun him. Not here in the open where there were no places to hide. You could try and shoot him, yet that weighed too heavy on your conscience, even if it meant saving your life. Never mind you couldn’t even shoot the grizzly at point-blank range.

Catnap suddenly stood on his back legs, easily switching to be bipedal… then kneeling before you. “Savior,” he breathed with more reverence than Dogday which was… was something.

“Uh,” you answered intelligently, blinking at the giant cat. Savior? You?

With a sense of deja-vu, Catnap was tackled in the same way he had tackled the animal moments earlier. Dogday’s giant paws were clenched into fists as he wailed upon the purple cat, a deep thunderous growl echoing from his chest.

Before he could do too much damage, and before Catnap could start fighting back-- you rushed forward and grabbed Dogday’s fist and held it back. You knew he could easily overpower you, but thankfully he paused, looking at with narrowed eyes.

“Stop it,” you begged, “please. He-he saved my life.”

That seemed to get through to him. Dogday looked towards the lifeless form of the grizzly, then at Catnap beneath him. The other giant Smiling Critter was glaring up at the dog with the same hate Dogday was glaring at him.

You gently pulled at Dogday, and he slowly followed your lead, unpinning Catnap and allowing him to climb to his feet and brush off the dirt and leaves.

"Why are you here?” Dogday snarled, placing himself directly between you at Catnap just as Kissy arrived, her smile dimmed as she bared her needle-point teeth at Catnap.

Yet Catnap seemed unaffected, his eyelights focused on you, peeking out from behind your friend. “They saved us. They are The Savior who defeated the false-god.”

Dogday relaxed somewhat at his word, though just a little. “Ah, just as much of a fanatic as before.”

“You deny their works?” Catnap growled back. “Even after the many works you saw yourself, you are a heretic of the true savior?”

“My angel saved us; I’ll agree with you on that, but I know they’re not going to be happy about that new title, or your worship. Unlike the prototype, angel doesn’t exactly like sacrifices.”

“N-no fighting,” you agreed, holding on to Dogday’s hand as you stepped up to his side. “No killing--other than for food,” you tacked on, seeing Kissy pause. A deer in one hand that she had dragged like a stuffed animal along the forest floor. “Or for protection. And that goes for both of you.”

It was probably seeing you try to boss the two--both of whom were about twice your height.

You squeaked indignantly as Dogday suddenly lifted you up and pulled you close to him. “Only for your sake, angel.” he murmured, nuzzling against the crook of your neck and shoulder the best he could due to both his size and also undoubtedly glaring at Catnap over your shoulder.

You could feel your face burn hot, but still gave an exasperated expression to Kissy, who hid her teeth and instead looked far more amused than she should have been.

Nine: Close

You escaped into the porch, desperate for some fresh air. It had been about a week since the Incident in the woods, and if you thought Dogday had been your shadow, you had been sorely mistaken. Knowing Catnap.was somewhere in the nearby forest left him on high alert and even more protective.

At first, you could understand it. You were more than a little shaken yourself. Especially when you would find random animals dead on your porch, ranging from rabbits to a moose. Dogday was sure Catnap was taunting everyone but…

But you had cats before. And yes, Catnap was not an actual cat, but neither was Dogday yet there were traits that seemed too much of a coincidence.

For example, Dogday loved to be petted. To the point he often rested his head in your lap while you both sat on the floor to watch tv. He had that ‘magic spot’ where his ear and head joined that when scratched would make his leg kick. (You avoided it most of the time, knowing he was self conscious of it… but sometimes temptation was too great to see that blissed look on his face.)

So you had to admit, Catnap acting like a cat… was not so far fetched. Bringing food (because they had all been fresh kills of edible animals) was a sign of affection in most cats--even moreso, you were sure, for a giant cat who had endured a decade of near starvation.

But convincing Dogday that Catnap meant no harm… that would be a challenge.

You rubbed your eyes hard with an aggravated sigh, hard enough you saw stars when you opened your eyes.

…or maybe not. You noticed a pair of eyes reflecting the porch light, far taller than any animal you could think of…

Slowly Catnap stepped out of the shadows, though didn’t pass the treeline. Instead he seemed hesitant to draw too close, his gaze flitting between you and the house behind you.

Probably expecting Dogday or maybe one of the others to come out in a rage. Yet you could hear them talking and laughing as they played one of the board games (that you purposely lost for a chance for some fresh air.)

You didn’t feel comfortable enough to approach Catnap, but… something about the lonely creature tugged at your heartstrings. Without really thinking you scooted to the edge of the porch, dangling your legs off the edge, and offered a hand.

“Psspt ppsspp ppsspp.”

The giant cat blinked at you, and for a long moment you felt like an idiot. Trying to call Catnap like he was just an old farm cat? Really?

Yet it seemed to work as Catnap slowly stalked out of the first, slinking low to the ground with his attention split between you and the cabin.

He really was an overgrown cat.

The thought made you relax some, even ast Catnap eventually loomed over you, head tilted in curiosity as if to say: “Okay, I’m here. Now what do you want?”

“Thank you for the presents?” you offered awkwardly, not sure yourself what had compelled you other than pity. “The turkey especially, even if we had feathers strewn about for a while. They were quite… novel to everyone.”

Catnap appeared to accept the praise pridefully, standing a little taller. Without thinking (which was certainly a common theme tonight) you raised your hand to scratch his chin. He paused for a moment before sinking into your touch, a slow and deep purr resonating from his chest.

Oh. You don’t bother fighting the smile as Catnap slowly slumped to the ground, looking as blissed with the soft scratches as Dogday. Though the purring was quite new, and where Dogday allowed his eyes to close completely as he rested his head in your lap, Cat nap’s were only half closed, though the expression in them was full reverence and tenderness.

It was a rather peaceful moment--until the door slammed open. “Catnap!” Dogday snarled as the other giant Smiling Critter jumped, back arched and a hiss on his lips. “Angel! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” you answered as you jumped to your feet, stopping Dogday from going after Catnap as he retreated back into the woods. “He didn’t hurt me, see?”

It took a moment for Dogday to tear his gaze away from the shadows where Catnap disappeared into and look down to you. You reached up with the same hands you had petted Catnap with and cupped his face. As always, it helps him relax, though only somewhat.

“Angel,” he sighed, leaning into your touch, though not as deep as before. “Why do you have to be so kind?”

You're pretty sure his question was rhetorical, but you smiled anyway as you rubbed the pad of your thumb along the curve of his cheek. “Because no one else was.”

That caused the last bit of stress to ease, and he sunk deeper into your touch while wrapping his arms around your waist. “Angel, my sweet angel, you're going to be the death of me.”

---*--

Dogday knew logically that his angel was as kind and merciful as their namesake. They wouldn't be his angel if they weren't.

But they were als very brave and foolhardy.

It drove Dogday up the wall to see them be so kind to Catnap for some reason. They had all done things they weren't proud of, the only innocent one among them being Ollie. But they had done so to survive. There had been no pleasure in it.

But Catnap… he killed because the Prototype told him. He had killed so many in the name of the Prototype.

He may call their angel ‘savior,’ but Dogday didn't trust him. He didn't like how his angel would leave portions of food out, going as far as to yell for Catnap to come and get it before the other wild creatures did. He didn't like it when they'd scratch Catnap behind his ear, laughing as the giant cat rubbed his face against them with a deep purr.

He really didn't like it when his kind hearted angel made a space for Catnap in the barn. Filling the area with blankets and pillows, and even a spare radio and lamp.

“I can't just leave him!” You argued with a huff later that night, dressing yourself for bed. “It's going to get cold at night--winter comes early to these parts. I know that letting him in the house would be a bad idea--if he'd even accept the offer.”

Dogday knew he would--if just to spite him. Everything Catnap did, Dogday swore was for the sole purpose to annoy him.

“He doesn't deserve you, angel. None of us do, but especially not him. Yet your so kind to him, going out of the way to make sure he's okay…”

“I'd do that for anyone, ‘day. You guys didn't deserve the shit you went through, the least I can do is make up for a bit of it.”

Dogday hesitated as you climbed into bed, an uncomfortable feeling welling up in his chest. “Is that why we're here, angel? For you to try and repent as well?”

He could tell he struck a nerve as you flinched, and almost apologized, except the words got caught in his voicebox, twisting themselves into barbs to cut deeper. “Is that the only reason you let me stay with you every night?”

Your eyes were watery when you looked up at him, though there was that steely resolve as well. “You know it's not, Dogday. You're… you're special to me. I wouldn't let anyone else share my bed… except maybe Olie if he had a nightmare.”

Something twisted and knotted in Dogday’s chest relaxed at your reassurance allowing him to sigh. You echoed his sigh before patting the bed beside you. “Come here, big guy. It looks like you could use a hug.”

How were you so perfect?

Instead of crawling in beside you, Dogday decided to take that hug by crawling halfway atop of you, head pressed against your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

He could hear your heart beating, quick but strong, and simply presumed it was from emotions running high like his own. He didn't even realize he had nestled himself between your legs until he felt the soft weight of your thighs press against his hips.

Oh. He may not be human but he did recognize a compromising position when he saw one. Yet before he could pull away, your hands reached up and scratched behind his ears. “Oh ‘day,” you sighed with such a hint of fondness he felt his tail wag in response. “You haven’t been feeling jealous, have you?”

His tail froze as he tensed, and he tried to hide his face in your chest. “No,” he lied.

Your laugh made it clear you didn't believe him, but you didn't call him out on it. Instead you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Good, because that would be silly. No one can compare to you, no matter what.”

His face felt like it was on fire, yet his tail was wagging faster than ever. His arms tightened around your waist as he tried to press himself closer to you. You were his angel, his guiding light, and for you to say that he was special to you.

Well, he couldn’t be happier.

[milessunflowers]

Congrats on 100 followers 🎆🎆🎆!!!

If you don't mind, I'd like a bear hybrid!Oliver Bearman x wolf hybrid!Kimi Antonelli x jaguar hybrid!male!reader who's the grandson of Ayrton Senna and is spectacularly hotheaded and temperamental (and would probably get fined numerous times with the new FIA rules) so that most expect that he also drives aggressively like his grandfather but he's actually extremely precise and clean like Prost.

Sorry if it's too long.

Thank you!

TYSM 🫶🏻 ALSO I AM LOVING THIS IDEA SM!!

bearhybrid!oliver bearman x jaguarhybrid!senna!male!reader x wolfhybrid!kimi antonelli

synopsis: no one is surprised how much you get fined during the new season, but what is more surprising is how obsessed your boyfriends are with you and how cleanly you drive

author's note: tysm for the request!! i literally obsessed with this bc it's like a perfect balance plus i feel like ollie and kimi would just be absolutely obsessed with you no matter what. hopefully this is comprehensible bc my head is kinda fuzzy from my medicine plus my right eye is half open so hopefully it's good!

no one is surprised when you become a rookie for the 2025 season

you were an amazing driver after all, plus your grandfather would be so proud of how far you came (even if you never met him)

however, they didn't expect you to have two adorable and sweet boyfriends (who just so happened to bat and play with your tail all the time)

youve got a happy, overgrown bear cub and a happy wolf who follow you around (funny enough you are like a month younger than kimi) and you seem genuinely happy around them because your tail whisps around behind you

and you purr a lot with them

like a lot more than around anyone else

and when you're racing, you are like so competitive but surpringly clean when it comes to racing

you don't wanna risk getting fined more because you drive wrong

you already pay thousands because of your temper

which kimi and ollie are consistently trying to calm you down by rubbing against your side or petting your ears/tail because that always seems to calm you down

you are also super quiet when you walk around so you spook them a lot at night on accident

walking behind them to get water when they are getting water (spilled water and broken glass ends up on the floor quite a lot)

but you're also really cuddly but take up a lot of room

between you and ollie, kimi is practically on the floor most nights

that or you are sometimes sleeping on the headboard because it stimulates a tree branch in a way

sometimes, ollie and kimi will make a sort of den simulation on the bed so you curl up with them in a fort of blankets and pillows

but most of the time you are on the headboard which you had to get a thicker one so you didn't accidentally fall on your boyfriends heads

back to racing though, you are incredibly talented

like rookie season you hardly dnfed, only did like twice which was pretty good and you could consistently score points up in p8

the battles you had with others for higher up positions were incredible and incredibly clean which was at first surpring since ayrton senna was your grandfather

but fans turned out to love it since you seemed like prost in ways

made it a real debate on you were like more

you just wanna race and have fun with your boyfriends

also, you don't have social media because it pisses you off with all the rumors that surrounded you and your relationship with ollie and kimi

TAGS! (if you want to be added, lmk!)

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Hii can I request a Paul Aron x reader? Maybe like they went to school together and she was known to keep to herself but he finds out she drifts cars as a passion outside of school. Maybe a cute interaction after he watches her and he's with a couple friends too?

Drift to Survive (Paul Aron X Drifter! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/3

Requested: Clearly (haha I speedran this, but I learned a lot of shit about drifting <3) (Also, off-topic but LOOK AT HIS HAND)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1132

Summary: Drifter! reader decides it's time to share the infamous after-school activity.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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What had started as an after-school activity turned into a fully-fledged career after a while. You had started drifting back when you were younger. Your dad used to compete in Drift Masters (DM), and you had always been interested in it since he would take you to the rounds.

By the time you were 10, your dad was taking you out to open fields or empty tracks to drift, and when you reached 15, you started competing in lower levels. It was difficult managing a full-time career on top of finishing school, but it would be worth it in the end.

Somedays you wish you had told your school friends about your passion for drifting, but then you remember how critical people are of different interests. It was better to keep it on the down-low until you got better at least.

Well, to say you were getting better would be an understatement. You started competing in Formula Drift earlier this year, and you were dominating. You just found out that if you secured the championship, you would be offered a seat in DM. 

Since there was a race for you this weekend, you decided to bite the bullet and invite a couple of your closest friends. They were racing in Formula 2 or Formula 3, and you knew they did not have a race that weekend. Surely, they were free. 

You sent a quick text to the group chat that included Dino, Ollie, Jak, and your best friend, Paul. Maybe you wished Paul was more, but right now, your focus was on your career, especially since you just graduated and were moving up in the world. That was something you could pursue another day.  

They all accepted immediately, intrigued at the prospect. They did not really attend a race where placement did not matter, so they were interested to learn about it. Also, they did not think it was something you were interested in. You were just so quiet. They did not expect you to be interested in their type of racing, let alone a more dangerous branch of it. 

The day of the event came, and you were feeling more confident than ever. You had done a few practice runs with your dad again, and he was confident you would get that DM seat. Your friends arrived at your room early that morning since you all agreed to carpool together. 

You all loaded in the car. You drove. It was after much debate from the guys, saying they were the racing drivers, but you rebuttled with how Ollie could not pass his driver’s license test. Plus, it was your car that your dad drove over for you. You did not plan on letting any of them take your car.

Paul sat in the front, Jak and Ollie took the window seats, and Dino sat in the middle despite him saying he was too tall for it. Granted, he was the shortest of the three, so his argument was invalid. 

You let Dino have control over the music, so he would shut up. Thankfully, he did have good taste in music. You made it to the track in no time, and you drove around to the back where drivers and the teams would park. The boys looked at you funny as you showed the garage passes to security, but no one asked anything until you parked.

“You never told us,” Paul started as he climbed out of the car and followed you toward the boot. You were grabbing out a bag that had some of your essentials like team merch, hat, and snacks. All of your racing gear was already with the team. Paul closed the boot for you after you grabbed the bag out. “Where are we sitting?”

“You guys are sitting in the garage,” You answered as you locked the car after Ollie, Dino, and Jak clambered out of the car just in time to hear your answer. They all gaped at you before Dino made a connection.

“Wait, where will you be?’

“In the car,” You said simply as you handed them the badges and walked down toward the entrance. They all stood in shock for a minute before running to catch up. You led them around before parting off to your garage. Ollie, Dino, and Jak decided they wanted to explore a bit more, but Paul said he wanted to stick with you. Plus, he really wanted to look at your car.

Call him a nerd, but all cars are interesting to him. 

You did just that. It did not take him long to realize that you were the “amazing”, “talented”, and “once-in-a-generation” driver that everyone talked about. You used an alias while driving, so he never made the connection before. You showed him your car, let him sit in it, and showed him your special helmet. Since this event was so special, you did a specialty helmet based on your dad’s helmet. If you could secure your DM seat with your dad’s helmet, it would have come full circle since he was the one to help you get there.

“Wow, this is incredible! I never knew you did this,” Paul said in awe as you explained a few more things in your driver's room while getting ready to get in the car. “It suits you though.”

“Thanks, Paul,” You laughed at that. “No one ever asks what I do outside of school, so I never said anything.”

“Well, now I’m gonna make it my mission to learn everything about you,” Paul said in a soft tone as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you into his body. He used one of his hands to do up the zipper and velcro of your race suit before resting his hand against the side of your neck, “If you’ll let me, that is?”

“I’d always let you in, Paul,” You whispered back as you slowly leaned in to press your lips against his. It did not last long as one of your managers knocked on the door, telling you it was time to get in the car. Reluctantly, you pulled away from him as you pulled your balaclava on and grabbed your helmet. “That’s my cue. Time to drift to survive. You better be watching from the garage. I need all of the energy I can get.”

“I manifesting that win for you,” Paul laughed as he followed you out to the car. As soon as you were situated in your seat, he leaned in one last time to give you a last piece of motivation, “You’ve got all of us behind you, just breathe, and you’ll do great as always. I’ll be waiting for you at the finish line to take you out for victory drinks.”

~~~~~

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for dating Artemis Crock and being in the Batfamily

Artemis Crock x reader

warnings:

a/n: ok vibes actually reader will be LOOSELY based on an oc (like au oc if anything their background just makes sense for this!) i also struggled trying to figure out if i wanted this to be a younger artemis or older artemis and i went for younger i suppose?

prompt: anonymous: “Artemis crook x male reader who is the son of Batman”

you and artemis had known each other since the beginning of the Team

you were probably one of the only people on the team that didn’t make her feel insecure about her past or meet her with any hostility when she joined up

well, also, you had deduced her identity in a week (and it wasn’t even priority you just figured it out a week after meeting her)

“i wouldn’t listen to them. they don’t know what you’ve been through—they’re just insecure because you know what you’re doing” -you

“and how would you know that?” -artemis, defensively

“paula nguyen. lawrence crock.” -you

“wha—how—who??” -artemis

“i was a shadow once, not too long ago. i know what it’s like to not be trusted—but you need to trust first if you can” -you

“easier said than done” -artemis

“how do you think i became batman’s protégé?” -you

you let artemis take her time with things, after all—with the fragility of the new team, maybe she was right to feel out her options

but you extending that olive branch really built a connection with her

and it only grew stronger when you backed her up to people like wally and roy

“roy, what do you know? you walked away, you don’t have a say in these matters. ollie knows what he’s doing, what makes you think you know better?” -you, in front of half the JL and the team

“i—i think you need to step back, y/n. this doesn’t concern you” -“roy”

“she’s on my team, she’s one of ours. if you stayed, maybe we would hear you out, but you’re the one who needs to step back” -you

“thanks for that, his face was priceless!” -artemis as soon as you split from the group

you became a shoulder to lean on since youw ere so familiar with the life and the shadows and you never judged someone based on what they couldn’t control

and you let her get comfortable with her past on her own, but she always asked for advice

and what the shadows were like up close, you knew she worried for jade most of all

“what’s up with you and the new girl? you got a soft spot for moles?” -wally

“no, but i have a soft spot for your mom” -you

“touché. i’ll get you back for that” -wally

dick also knew artemis’s secret, but you’d warned him against input

“you don’t know what a secret like that means. especially in a group like this. she’s…she’s different, dick” -you

“sounds like you’ve got a crush on her” -dick

“oh yeah? and what’s going on with you and zatanna” -you

“shut up! do not” -dick

“both of you, quiet” -bruce

“sorry, b” -both of you

when artemis eventually revealed her secret to the team, eyes were on you

“you knew all of this?” -kaldur

“of course. i’m a shadow and a bat. i would have figured it out with respect to either identity” -you

“well, i appreciate you encouraging artemis to share this when she was ready” -kaldur

and she did too, and she gave you a big hug and burst into tears once the relief poured over her

“i have another secret, y/n. i really like you” -artemis

“well i have a secret, too…i know” -you

you shared a kiss and went about business with a new sense of urgency to nip this situation in the bud

and also, you knew cheshire and sportsmaster prior to your defection (sportsmaster moreso)

they were pleased to see your relationship bloom

“well, babygirl, apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. you’re dating a shadow?” -sportsmaster

“i’m dating a bat” -artemis

“once a shadow…” -cheshire

“yeah? what do you know?” -you

artemis was pretty pleased you could argue with her family so well

speaking of family, paula was thrilled when you started coming over to the apartment

“i never thought i’d see the day my artemis brought over a friend, much less someone so important to her! usually she’s embarrassed, you know how she gets” -paula

“mom!” -artemis

and vice versa

“artemis. glad to have you. hopefully y/n will be a good host” -bruce

“can you sound any more robotic, b?” -you

“can you stop going off mission, y/n?” -bruce

you and artemis spent the next few years doing what you do best, while she pulled away from the Life, it was all you’d known and you dont think you could put your weapons down

“will you be home tonight?” -artemis

“i…i’m not sure, batman has me on a stakeout for a possible joker sighting. jason and all…” -you

“i understand. wish i could be there” -artemis

“it’s okay, i know you have exams” -you

but just because your relationship had lows didn’t mean it didn’t have highs, you supported her work and she did the same for you

plus, your family (adoptive) happened to be rich, you could afford the “night life” and you always made up for it

“you know, y/n. i’ve been thinking about when we met—im just…i don’t know, thankful? i don’t know how i would have put my issues aside without you.” -artemis

“trust me, you’d have been able to do it without me. you just got lucky to meet someone with your unique background” -you

“love you”

“love you too”

taglist: @summersimmerus // @azazel-nyx // @ravenstrueluv // @captainshazamerica // @deanzboyfriend // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 //

[definitelynuwonhere]

I didn’t need to make a poll cuz i do what i want, but i am here to give people what they want

NEXT GEN SHAWPACK HEADCANONS | Get to know edition

(I’ve rambled abt them before, but this is prolly more detailed, and changed a lil from the old post)

—

• Mia Hyacinth Shaw

-Named after his Mom, who I decided to call to Mia. (Totally random, I just rlly like) Originally her name was suppose to be Gabriela, as an homage to Gabe, but then I realized it’d seem more meaningful if she were named after his mom, keeping a piece of her alive through this new era. Her middle name is to honor David and Angel’s favorite flower the hyacinth (I headcanon that was the flower Angel got David in that one vday special)

- Eldest twin by 3 minutes

- Is basically Angel in every conceivable way cept’ her appearance, both twins look inexplicably like their father, not that Angel is complaining

-Another thing she inherited from David was being a natural born leader, often serving as the “mini alpha” in what Ash refers to as the “Pup-pack”

-One hell of a rollerblader, taking after their other parent, competing in tournaments, racking awards

• Callum Gabriel Shaw

- Named in honor of a certain childhood friend (Caelum) and middle ofc to honor Gabe

-Youngest twin, which he really likes to bring up sarcastically when losing petty fights “I’m younger be nice to me!”

- Is 100% just David in a child’s body, but he plays more of a follower role while his sister takes on the leading aspect of things.

-Has always been a great listener, even as an infant Angel and David have noticed him looking at them during conversations as if memorizing every piece of information being said

-The one between the two who takes a keen interest in his father’s security company, often begging David to take him with him to the office, asking his aunts and uncles about what they do

• Oliver James Talbot

-Asher really pushed for the second name just so he could call him ‘OJ’ as a nickname (And cuz Baabe was really into James Bond at the time, but they’ll never admit that.) Only Ash gets to use that nickname tho, to most he’s just “Ollie” or “Jay” or “OLIVER JAMES.” To their other parent in moments of mischief.

-Is the eldest of 3, but you’d never guess because of how much taller his sister is

-Is one HELL of a dancer, he likes to say he doesn’t exercise but he could out dance anyone in the pack and that includes his uncle Milo

-Is on the Albinism spectrum, which resulted to him having white patches of hair across his head, that translates into his wolf form being one of the cutest and unique mix of white and brown

• Kelcee Talbot

-Affectionately called CeeCee by her parents (They like 2 letter sounding nicknames ig?!) yes the lack of second names were cuz of the OJ incident

-Takes after their other parent’s Type-A personality, which she wields like a champ. This also means she and her uncle David bond over itineraries and schedules during packing trips. He’s joked about hiring her as a secretary, but yk she took that seriously, going so far as to ask almost everyone in their pack for references that she handed to her uncle. (She was hired as soon as she was of age)

• August (Auggie) Talbot

-Youngest of the Talbot troop and of the pack, however, probably the most independent out of all the pack kids.

-Aside from his immediate family members, Auggie is probably closest to Milo’s kid, Alyssa, whom he affectionately calls Lyss. They often bond over silence, taking quiet walks in the wood, climbing on trees only to sit on branches for hours with the occasional giggle here and there.

-Likes, and i mean LIKES illusory magic, reading anything and everything there is to know about it

-Also takes an interest in healing magic, often helping his uncle Sam take care of the cuts and bruises of his fellow young packmates

• Alyssa Marie Greer

-Middle name after her beloved grandmother, and Alyssa cuz it sounds freaking cool.

-No. 1 Fashionista, none of us are surprised

-Most intimidating out of all the kids to the point where she scares her parents, even if half the time she’s prolly zoning out. Only person who can actually get reactions out of her is Asher’s youngest, Auggie (No romance literally platonic soulmates)

-Likes archery. She started by practicing on her father’s old bow (Milo was on the archery team throughout college)

-Is always assumed to be very close to tank cuz of their similar personalities but you wouldn’t know because if they’re in a room together it’d just be complete silence

• Sean Riley Collins

-His name started off as a joke cuz it always annoyed me when ‘Shawn’ is spelled as Sean but I kept it cuz it makes me giggle. Middle name was Sam’s idea, deciding to give their son both their initials. (For context my Darlin’ oc’s name is Raegan)

-True to the Collin’s brand, Sean has unanimously been nicknamed as ‘Peace officer Collins’ or ‘Sheriff Collins’ often keeping his fellow young packmates in line, making sure to serve them the patented Collins Lecture when they start being rascals

-He is also one hell of a baker and is often seen hanging around the kitchen with his uncle David during gatherings. Which the big man appreciates since neither of his children are particularly gifted in the kitchen

• Hugo Solaire

-Yes I took the name Hugo from Sofia the first but you can’t tell me it doesn’t fit.

-Is undeniably closest to the Collin’s being raised alongside him more often, but has met and spent plenty of time with the pack, and may or may not have a thing for the alpha’s daughter

-Theater kid. Has played prince charming in Into the Woods twice and will bring it up when provoked.

-Carries the same air of confidence his father had during his more frivolous years

-Takes a particular interest in investigator work, often listening in to sweetheart’s stories of ongoing cases, sometimes offering suggestions or asking questions (He uses it for writing material)

[lovelylittlelobster]

What's the link to the Ollie voice lines thing you sent in the discord I can't find it and I simply must have it on my phone 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Oh! This is an excellent reminder to send these here! They aren’t perfect videos by any means, but I hope they are helpful nonetheless!

(More to be published soon as I fully determine the scope of content to make for this channel haha, not sure if anyone would be interested in further branched out content just yet)

[boxboxblog]

2025 Rookies

Alrighty, now that the Sauber seat has been officially filled, I wanted to do a quick look into the rookies for the 2025 season. I will put out official profiles for them once we get to the 2025 season, for now this will just be quick introductions.

Ollie Bearman for Haas

Technically after Brazil, Bearman (AKA the super-sub) does not qualify as a rookie. However he has never officially had a full year seat, so I consider him one nonetheless. Bearman, a 19-year-old-brit, is a very well known person around F1 paddock. He is a student of the Ferrari Drivers Academy, and has been the reserve driver for both Haas and Ferrari since the beginning of 2024. Bearman is a little bit more known than other reserve drivers because he is one of the few that have had ample opportunity racing F1 cars. He filled in for Carlos Sainz in Jeddah, Kevin Magnussen in Baku, and Magnussen again at Interlagos. In these races he showed strong promise, specially in his first appearance driving with Ferrari when he achieved a P7 finish. He has competed in many series, including F4, F3, and F2. He found his highest success in F4, where he won the Italian Championship and the ADAC Championship. He most recently is competing in the FIA F2 Championship and right now is in 15th, having had a tough year and having missed multiple races to fill in for F1.

2. Kimi Antonelli for Mercedes

Another well known rookie, and Toto Wolff protege (like George Russell was), Antonelli is the only rookie that is going to one of the big boy teams in 2025 and has been part of the Mercedes Junior Team since 20-19. The eighteen-year-old Italian will be the youngest driver on the grid in 2025. He has had a very strong career in single-seater, winning multiple F4 and regional championship and moving through the typical path from F4 to F3 to F2. His most recent series is the FIA F2 Championship where he is currently placed 6th. While he has had no actual F1 racing experience, Antonelli served as Mercedes' test driver in 2024 and has raced in a few free practices for them. He is well known by fans for his close relationship with the Mercedes team and for the fact that he is replacing 7X WDC Lewis Hamilton, who is moving to Ferrari.

3. Gabriel Bortoleto for Sauber

The most recently announced rookie, and by far the least known. Bortoleto is a Brazilian driver whose connection to F1 comes from being part of Fernando Alonso's driver management company and being a McLaren Junior since 2023. He has a huge amount of support among current F1 drivers like Max Verstappen and Oscar Piastri for his seat bid, and was even released by McLaren so he could take the chance to join Sauber. He has had a very strong single-seater career, moving up through the typical global pathway and winning the 2023 F3 season and most recently is leading the 2024 F2 season.

4. Jack Doohan for Alpine

Doohan's name probably sounds familiar, but not in the F1 world. Doohan, the son of MotoGP legend Mick Doohan, has been a widely anticipated driver. Since 2017 he has had strong connections in F1, joining the Red Bull Junior Team that year and switching over to Alpine Academy in 2022. He also served as Alpine's reserve driver from 2023 to 2024, and has spend the last year focusing solely on his role with Alpine. While he has followed the typical global pathway of young drivers to F1, he has also participated in other branches, like WEC in 2022. While he had strong results throughout his career, Doohan has not won any championships since his karting days.

Alright, so those are all of our 2025 rookies, bar Red Bull doing something out of left field with their seats. I hope this was informative and that we can all welcome these rookies with open arms.

Cheers,

-B

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FTH 2025 One Direction Offerings!

There are 13 amazing offerings for @fandomtrumpshate auctions from the One Direction fandom to fundraise for some awesome non-profits, and I'm so excited to start bidding and see everything that is created for this amazing project! Bidding opens Tuesday, February 25th at 8am ET, and closes Saturday, March 1st at 8pm ET. Until bidding opens (and after), you can browse through the auctions and pick out your favourites! You can see the full list of tags here to sort for favourite fandoms, types of fanworks, and more, or just browse the full listings if you're really brave! You can find all the 1D offerings here, or look below for a brief summary of the different auctions.

Fic Offerings:

Ollie (@voulezloux) is offering a One Direction (or Persona 4 and 5, or Professional Wrestling WWE) fic of 5-10k words rated up to Teen, with bidding starting at $10. He is open to most prompts excluding depictions of abuse, with a particular interest in trans/nonbinary characters or non-white characters. Open to bidders of all ages.

Anitra (@allwaswell16) is offering a One Direction fic of 5-10k words rated up to Explicit, with bidding starting at $5. She is open to pretty much anything (any pairing, any trope) as through various challenges and charitable fundraisers, she's been given all kinds of wacky prompts, and always rises to the occasion to deliver something unforgettable. Adult bidders only.

Ruby is offering a One Direction fic of under 5k words rated up to Explicit, with bidding starting at $5. She prefers to write Louis/Harry or Zayn/Louis/Harry, and particularly enjoys omegaverse, BDSM, smut, and girl direction, but is open to other prompts. Open to bidders of all ages.

Stu (@the-larry-way) is offering a One Direction fic of 1k words per $1 donated, rated up to Explicit, with bidding starting at $5. She prefers to write Louis/Harry, and is particularly fond of omegaverse including non-traditional omegaverse. Adult bidders only.

Croisblue (@forwhatiam) is offering is offering a One Direction fic (or Gilmore Girls, or an Original Work) of 5-10k words rated up to Explicit, with bidding starting at $5. They are particularly interested in ambiguous endings and disabled characters, and they like detailed prompts that they can discuss with the bidder. They also like to put together a playlist that fits with the story they create. Adult bidders only.

SilverStuff50 is offering a One Direction (or Dead Boy Detectives) fic of 10-20k words rated up to Explicit, with bidding starting at $5. While she prefers ships involving Louis, Harry, and Zayn, she is open to branching out. She enjoys writing smut and poly ships and prefers to avoid angsty topics. Adult bidders only.

Annika (that's me!) is offering a One Direction fic of less than 5k words rated up to Teen, with bidding starting at $5. I am most familiar with Louis/Harry but am open to any grouping within the band (and some with outside individuals), including rarepairs, girl direction, poly ships, and genfics. I particularly enjoy exes to lovers, established relationships, canonverse, and famous AUs, but am open to most kinds of prompts. Open to bidders of all ages.

Zjo (@justanothershadeofblue) is offering a One Direction (or any other fandom she has created for) fic rated up to Explicit, with length depending on donation amount and bidding starting at $5. She prefers to write Louis/Harry or poly ships, and is interested in girl direction, exes to lovers, historical fics, established relationships, and older characters. Check the listing for more information on topics she is interested in or prefers to avoid. Open to bidders of all ages.

Other Offerings:

Panda (@red-panda-28/@pandapodfics) is offering a One Direction (or Deadpool, Spiderman, or Check Please) podfic for a fic or fics of up to 20k words and rated up to Explicit, with bidding starting at $5. They have been making podfics for over a year, and I may be biased but I think their work is amazing! Check their listing for full details on their preferred pairings and topics they avoid, as well as how they prefer to work. Adult bidders only.

Skye is offering a One Direction fic of 5-10k words rated up to Explicit, with bidding starting at $5. They are offering a timestamp for their WW2 fic Danger I Can't Hide, such as a missing scene, alternative perspective, or events after the fic. They prefer to avoid kink, non-con, or kidfics. Adult bidders only.

Rae (@28goldens) is offering a drawn or painted One Direction fanart rated up to Teen, with bidding starting at $15 and level of detail dependent on the donation amount. He is willing to draw any of the One Direction boys including combinations of friends, but only Louis/Harry as a romantic pairing. They are open to drawing from an existing fic or an AU in your mind's eye or an outfit you think that one of the boys would look great in. Check the listing for full details on what they prefer to avoid. Open to bidders of all ages.

Skye is offering Beta-reading and/or Brit-picking for a One Direction (or Tolkein, or RWRB) fic of up to 50k words and rated up to Explicit, with bidding starting at $10. She has written fic for multiple fandoms and is currently editing her first book for traditional publication. Check the listing for full information on their offerings and topics they prefer to avoid. Adult bidders only.

Millship is offering Beta-reading, Expertise in medicine and clinical research, and Sensitivit reading for LGBT characters and storylines for a One Direction fic (or Good Omens, or an Original Work) of up to 50k words and rated up to Explicit, with bidding starting at $5. They are particularly interested in Genderbending, rarepairs, and trans or nonbinary characters. Adult bidders only.

[mooredaisies]

Made another oc with actual lore lol🤗 his name is Oliver Branch 🫒 Olive or Ollie for short. He's a B list actor and also a golddigger with no shame 😌 he's also seen a bit of war the poor lad.