#And looking at her blog it might as well be

[sunnami]

the (poly) marauders as reversed tropes.

a/n: i tried moving to a new blog.. possibly got shadowbanned... that other blog is now my dump blog, LMAO. pls enjoy this drabble!

i. academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class.

“It’s driving me mad, Prongs,” says a frazzled Remus Lupin, pacing back and forth in his nearly-empty classroom. Sirius watches from where he sits backwards on a wooden chair—not at all concerned with the woes of his lover, rather preoccupied with the derriere of the DADA professor, hugged beautifully by his trousers. (He makes a mental note to thank Lily and her shopping sprees in Muggle London later. And, thoroughly.) Lily eyes Remus warily, ignoring the way James is tugging at her newly-trimmed hair like a lovesick fourth-year. 

“I’ve fought in the bloody war, what do you mean my ‘pronunciation could do with some work’?” Remus scoffs, a bewildered expression on his flushed cheeks. Then, he points to the basket of lemon poppy-seed muffins, “And, the gall to send me that. Can you believe it?”

“No way,” Lily widens her eyes in mock outrage, gasping for melodramatic effect. “How dare anyone send our sweet, darling Remus homemade muffins?”

Remus dangles the swing handle of the wicker basket by his hand, nose scrunched in disgust as though it could turn him into a werewolf for the second time. “It’s not about the baskets, Lily! It’s a fear-mongering tactic—a threat, if you will. If Gryffindor doesn’t win the house cup, I might as well resign from my post.” 

James chortles, leaning back against his seat to fully stare at Remus. (And what a lovely face he has.) “Don’t you think you’re going overboard there, Moony? We’ve won the bloody thing every year—and if we’re running behind Hufflepuff, I can always give ickle Harry a hundred points for being our son. Quite a feat, wouldn’t you agree?”

Lily smacks him on the arm. “Don’t you dare, James Fleamont Potter!” 

Sirius whistles. “Full name. Yikes. You’re on your own there, mate.” 

James glares at him. “I’ve had my tongue down your throat, don’t call me ‘mate’.” 

Grinning, Sirius diverts his attention back to the pouting werewolf, struck by whatever magical spell you’ve cast on him—and their happy little wedded bunch. (He particularly likes the way you raise your voice when the Weasley twins charm your greenhouse with the colors of maroon and yellow. The upturn of your nose and raw fury in your eyes does something funny to his heart.) “Be honest, Moony, you’re just frustrated because our favorite professor is wearing those bell-bottom jeans that make their legs look just utterly delectable,” he grins salaciously. 

“Can confirm,” replies Lily with a chirpy nod. “The back view is even better.” 

“Well, yes, but that’s beside the point, my love,” Remus splutters with a cough. “It’s a matter of legacy and pride now. If—”

“While I appreciate being the topic of conversation, I’ve come to collect my students’ papers on Hinkypunks and Dugbogs,” you enter the fray with a knock on the door, startling them from their conversation; a wide smile on your face and a yellow scarf around your neck. “You see, I like to give them points myself when they score above a hundred percent. It really motivates them for the end-of-year exams.” 

James beams at your arrival, like a sunflower blooming under sunlight on a summer day. He stretches his arms wide, a space perfectly carved for you. “Come here, darling,” he calls out for his spouse, quickly affirming that the jeans you’re wearing is a blessing to the wizard kind. (He wonders if you’d let him peel it off you tonight.) As you perch yourself atop his lap, James nuzzles the crook of your neck, pressing soft, butterfly kisses to your skin. “How was your day?”

He captures your lips and you eagerly lean into his warmth. “Perfect now that I’ve found you all. Why were you hiding here, anyway?” you ask innocently, fluttering your lashes at Remus. “Did you get my gift, Moony? The elves helped me with it last night.”

“He’s just cross because you’ve become the entire castle’s favorite teacher in your first year,” Lily points out treacherously, flashing her doe eyes at Remus. (Great, now he’s got two pairs of the prettiest eyes on earth staring into his soul. He’s so beyond in love with everyone in this room.) “Not even the Malfoy kid complains about you, and he still grumbles when I have to do my yearly check-ups.”

You laugh knavishly, beckoning him over. “Is it my fault that I’m so lovable?” 

Remus scoffs, yet finds his feet drawn towards you in long, impatient strides. He leans down until the scent of ambrarome and coconut overwhelms your senses. You tug on his duck-printed tie, smiling as he grumbles lightheartedly into your lips, “Not at all, darling.”

“Shall I lock the doors now?” Sirius offers mischievously. “I’ve always wanted to do it in a classroom.”

ii. it’s too hot to cuddle!

“Mmmrgh, Lily, get off, you fiend,” you groan into the sweat-soaked pillow, suffering from one of the worst heat waves Godric’s Hollow has ever seen—swatting your wife away as she throws her leg over your thigh, impishly nibbling on your neck. On any other day, you’d relish the feel of her skin on yours, the tendrils of her flaming red hair tickling your bare arms—or the times you’d wake up to a tangled mess of crimson in your mouth. But today is just not that day.

Lily sniffles. “Ah, woe is me. My own son doesn’t want to hug me anymore, and none of the people I married want to cuddle me on this dreadful—what ever happened to ‘til death do us part’, you traitors?” 

You roll over on the bed to face her with an incredulous glare—the pretty witch has the nerve to smile at you. “Don’t be so dramatic, Lily. Just cast another cooling charm, or something.”

Lily flops onto her side of the king-sized bed, breathless and flushed, arms splayed out like an octopus—wincing apologetically when she hits you in the face by accident. “I already did. We might just have to get naked to put up with this heat.”

James pokes his head through the door, glasses forgone and black hair messily strewn over his eyes; the damp fabric of his white shirt clinging to chiseled, dark skin. (Ah, the joys of marrying an active Auror and former Quidditch prodigy.) “Did someone say get naked?”

“Way ahead of everyone,” says Sirius as he steps out of the bathroom, having taken his fourth shower today, and wearing nothing but his birthday suit, face towel strung over his shoulder and toothbrush in the side of his mouth. 

“Oh Gods, Sirius!” Lily squeals as she throws a pillow at him. “Get back in there and put some clothes on!” 

“What?” he retorts quizzically, swirling around to give everyone a show—and a generous view of his abs and firm backside. And, well, the other thing, too. “It’s not like you haven’t seen any of this before.”

Last to join the party is Remus, who barely spares a second glance to the naked Sirius Orion Black. “Pack your things, I got us a room at a Muggle inn for an hour. Harry’s downstairs waiting for everyone. He says he’ll rip off the stuffed Padfoot’s head if no one accompanies him to the pool later.” 

That is all he says before swiftly exiting the room.

You stare at the spot where he had been standing previously, whispering in awe, “God bless the Remus Lupins of the world.” 

iii. too much communication.

“—and the thing is,” you say through your weepy blubbering, nose swollen and eyes stinging from crying for the last thirty minutes. “When you guys get all secret-ey and start avoiding me, it really makes me feel like shite. And. . . and then—!” you pause to hiccup, breaking down into sobs once more when Sirius gathers you into his arms, laying his love all over your skin, kissing your tears away as he coos into your ear. “And then, Gilderoy Lockhart comes and says that you all hide away in this h-house, or shack, or whatever and meet your secret girlfriend there! I know you said it was just us and you’d never, ever cheat—and I trust you all more than life itself! But I have to know why you disappear from me every month on a particular night. A-Are you tired of me or something?”

Sirius hushes you with his lips, brows contorted—as though he’s in pain because you are in pain. He cradles the back of your neck, placating your worries with whispers of devotion. “Oh, darling, I’m sorry. We didn’t mean for it to get this far. We just wanted to keep you from harm. You’re our world, our entire heart. If you’re hurt, it hurts worse for us, little love.” 

Remus kneels by your feet, grabbing your hands in his; eyes dripping with fondness and warmth. The gold flecks in his eyes glimmering like stars in the night sky. “There’s something you have to know about me, love. We should have told you this long ago—but I was afraid you would look at me differently.”

You end up in another crying fit, overwhelmed by his kindness and sincerity. “I’ve seen you when you had food poisoning, Remus Lupin, I was the one who cleaned your vomit on the floors—nothing on this earth can make me look at you differently.”

Remus chokes, before gathering his bearings, hiding wet chuckles in your lap. “I’m a werewolf, my darling. That’s why we avoid you during full moons. To keep you safe. Your safety is always going to be one of my highest priorities. I’d die before I would let Moony harm a pretty hair on your head.” 

“Is that it?” you croak, whimpers subsiding as relief floods through your veins. “Truly?”

Remus nods. “Truly.”

“Oh, our poor love,” Lily murmurs, delicately running her hand through your hair, a worried knit in her brows. “I’m sorry we let it get to this point. Look at you—you’ll cry yourself sick.” She procures a daintily-embroidered handkerchief from her skirt pockets, gently dabbing at your damp eyes, eyes creased with love. “I’m sorry,” she says once more, pressing her lips to yours until all you feel is her instead of hurt. “No more secrets, I promise.”

James scratches the back of his head with a crooked grin. “Well. . . there is one more. Remember that time you saw a stag in the corridors? That was me. And, the dog trying to get a look under your skirt was Sirius.”

You blink. “What?”

iv. child hero has very involved parents.

Harry James Potter is known as the Boy-Who-Lived, the beloved Chosen One of the wizarding society, if you will. He has a destiny to follow and all that—well, if he could actually do anything heroic.

“What do you mean there’s a basilisk in the castle!” you shriek, a poor vase in Dumbledore’s office shattering to a million pieces. Harry drags a hand down his face—this is going to be a very long night. Suddenly, he regrets writing a letter to home about the happenings in the castle. (How was he supposed to know that all five of his parents would march into Dumbledore’s quarters the moment they heard about the blood on the walls and the petrified students?) “Why haven’t you shut down the school yet? Are you waiting for more students to get hurt?” you press on heatedly, James and Sirius flanking your sides like protective bodyguards. 

“Have you taken any protective measures?” Lily asks worriedly, holding onto Remus’s hand that’s resting on her shoulder. (Honestly, Harry thinks, rolling his eyes inwardly. The lot of you are worse than Molly Weasley at this point.) She turns to Harry, “What about Hermione? Is she safe? Oh, her parents must be worried.”

“You know what,” you say standing up, pivoting on your heel as your flock of lovers follow in suit. “We’re leaving, Harry dear, let’s go.” 

“Go?” the twelve-year-old echoes dumbfoundedly. “Go, where?”

“Home,” you reply with no room for arguments. “Until the matter is resolved, you are staying home. And tell Hermione she’s welcome to stay with us, too. And, Ginny. Ronald, as well. Actually, darling, why don’t you just tell all your friends the Potter manor is open to them whenever.”

Harry thinks you’ve just decided that on a whim, but he knows that Lily and his fathers will go along with whatever you want, regardless.

Your gaze slices to Dumbledore with a low hiss, venomous enough to rival a Slytherin’s taunt. “Fix this or I shall hunt down that basilisk myself.” 

Harry’s shoulders slump. 

So much for fulfilling prophecies and defeating dark lords.

a/n: drabbles are so fun!! this was so fun to write (but not trying to set up another blog.. NEVER AGAIN, I AM STAYING HERE!) i might do some more drabbles since my brain is fried after my last few fics which were long as heck.

[moonselune]

Okay 1 I’m new to your blog but I’ve read your pin post. 2 you’ve content has just kept on showing up hence why I’m here and 3 can I request BG3 ladies reaction to gn Reader who has a habit of adopting children on the streets so when they come home to Baldurs gate. Alllll of Readers kids are like “Papa/Mama!” I just can’t help but laugh at the pure Chaos that would happen

I love the idea you were just browsing the tag and I just would not stop showing up and you were just like ah ffs might as well

mwhahaha welcome to this mess

This is such a sweet request and I had so much fun writing it!

Karlach:

The streets of Baldur's Gate hummed with life as you and Karlach made your way home. The closer you got, the more your heart pounded with anticipation and a touch of anxiety. You had mentioned your habit of adopting children off the streets to Karlach, but you had definitely downplayed the number.

As you rounded the corner to your home, a chorus of excited shouts erupted.

“Y/N!” A whirlwind of children of all ages, from teenagers to toddlers, rushed towards you. In an instant, you were surrounded, hugged, and pulled in every direction.

Karlach’s eyes widened with surprise, but a wide grin quickly spread across her face. “Well, I’ll be damned! Look at all these little rascals!”

One of the older kids, a lanky teen with tousled hair, pointed excitedly at Karlach. “You’re the one from the letters! The big, strong one!”

Karlach laughed heartily, dropping to her knees to be at eye level with the children. “That’s right! And you must be the ones Y/N never stops talking about.”

Chaos ensued as Karlach was bombarded with questions and challenges. She revelled in the chaos, roughhousing with the older kids, lifting the younger ones in the air, and roaring with laughter. One by one, the children warmed up to her, their initial awe giving way to delighted squeals and playful shoves.

Karlach’s enthusiasm was infectious, and soon, the entire street was filled with the sounds of joy and laughter. She wrestled with the teenagers, showing them moves and tips while effortlessly juggling the toddlers, who giggled uncontrollably.

As you watched Karlach seamlessly integrate into the lively chaos, your heart swelled with gratitude and love. She caught your eye over the heads of your children, her smile softening into something more intimate and tender.

“Hey, Y/N,” she called out, her voice warm with affection. “I think I’m gonna like it here.”

Minthara:

The walk home with Minthara was filled with a comfortable silence, the drow warrior’s presence a steady anchor beside you. You had told her about your habit of adopting children off the streets, but you hadn’t quite been upfront about the sheer number of them.

As you neared your home, the familiar sound of children’s laughter and chatter grew louder. Suddenly, a small army of kids of all ages burst from the house, their faces lighting up at the sight of you. “Y/N!” they cried, rushing towards you. Minthara’s eyes widened in surprise, her expression quickly shifting to one of mild shock as she was swept up in the chaos.

“By Lolth’s web,” she muttered, stepping slightly behind you as the children swarmed. You were surprised she hadn't leapt up on your shoulder yet and started hissing at them, but there was still time. She came close to doing so when your toddler grabbed at the end of her robes, their little fingers covered in their own drool.

But before Minthara yelled at you to get it off of her, an older child, a girl with bright eyes and a confident stance, approached Minthara, looking at her in awe. “You’re Minthara, right? The drow, the one that saved Y/N?”

Minthara blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Yes, that’s correct,” she replied, her voice cautious as she still panicked about the grubby toddler that was advancing their assault, now using her robes as a tissue.

The girl’s eyes sparkled with admiration. “Can you teach us? Please? Y/N said you are the best fighter she has ever met!”

Minthara’s initial reaction was to scowl and correct the child that she was the best fighter ever, but the earnestness in the girl’s eyes softened her. “Teach you?” she repeated, glancing at you for guidance.

You gave her an encouraging smile and to her relief, scooped up the toddler that was about to wipe something on Minthara's leg. “They’d love to learn from you, Minthara.”

Minthara hesitated but then nodded, her usual stern demeanor relaxing slightly. “Very well. I can teach you a few things.”

The older children gathered around her, their excitement palpable. Even the previous enemy toddler, wobbling on unsteady legs, looked up at her with wide, curious eyes. Minthara knelt down, her movements careful and deliberate, and began to demonstrate basic dagger holds.

As she spoke to them, her confidence grew, and the children listened intently, mimicking her movements with the sticks they had. The initial chaos had given way to a more organized form of learning, with Minthara guiding them patiently.

You watched with a smile, your heart swelling with affection and pride. When Minthara had sent them off and returned to you, she gave you a small, almost shy smile.

“This,” she said quietly, “is not what I expected.”

You chuckled, stepping closer to her. “Welcome to the family, Minthara. It’s always a bit chaotic, but there’s a lot of love here.”

She nodded, a hint of warmth in her eyes. “I can see that. And perhaps,” she added, glancing at the children who were now eagerly practicing the dagger holds she had taught, “this small army isn’t so bad after all.”

Lae'zel:

Returning to Baldur's Gate with Lae'zel by your side, you felt a mix of excitement and nerves. You had mentioned your habit of adopting children off the streets, but you hadn’t quite conveyed just how many there were. As you turned the corner to your home, a wave of voices erupted.

“Y/N!”

Suddenly, a throng of children rushed towards you. They encircled you in an instant, their arms wrapping around you, pulling you in every direction. Lae'zel’s eyes widened in surprise, her usual stern demeanor faltering.

“What is this chaos?” she demanded, her voice tight with alarm. “Where is the discipline?”

One of the teenagers tugged at your sleeve, laughing. “Who’s the scary lady?”

“Lae'zel, this is my family,” you said, turning to her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “They’re just excited to see us. Relax and go play with them.”

Lae'zel looked at you, clearly puzzled. “Play? What do you mean by play?”

You smiled, crouching down to address the younger children. “Kids, I have a super important adventure for you, do you think you can handle it?"

"We're not babies Y/N of course we can!" The little children shouted at you.

"Okay, well if you think you can handle it" You said in mock disbelief "Can you teach Lae'zel how to play?”

With delighted giggles, the children took Lae'zel by the hands, leading her towards a game of tag. She stood stiffly at first, unsure of how to engage. But as the children ran around her, laughing and encouraging her to join, she began to loosen up.

One of the younger kids, a girl with pigtails, tugged on Lae'zel’s hand. “Come on, Lae'zel! It’s fun!”

Lae'zel hesitated but then nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Very well. Show me how to… play.”

You watched with a mix of amusement and affection as Lae'zel, the fierce warrior, was gradually drawn into the children’s games. Her initial panic gave way to tentative enjoyment, and soon she was running and laughing with the rest of them.

When she caught your eye across the yard, her smile was radiant. “I am still not certain about this play,” she called out, “but it is not entirely unpleasant!”

Shadowheart:

Walking through Baldur’s Gate with Shadowheart, you felt a sense of anticipation. You had told her about your habit of adopting children off the streets, but you hadn’t gone into detail about the number of kids you’d taken in. As you approached your home, a joyful chorus greeted you.

“Y/N!”

A swarm of children of all ages came rushing towards you, their faces lighting up with excitement. They surrounded you in an instant, hugging you and clamoring for your attention. Shadowheart’s eyes widened in surprise, her usually composed demeanor giving way to uncertainty.

“Oh my,” she murmured, glancing at you. “This is… a lot of children.”

“Shadowheart, meet my family,” you said with a smile, you then leaned in and whispered to her, “Just go with the flow.”

She nodded, still looking a bit bewildered. One of the younger kids, a little boy with curly hair, grabbed her hand. “Come play with us, Lady Battleflower!”

Shadowheart blinked. “Lady Battleflower?”

“Yes, you’re Lady Battleflower now!” the boy declared with a giggle.

Shadowheart gave you a bemused look, but she allowed the children to lead her away. You watched as she was drawn into a tea party, the children fussing over her, placing imaginary crowns on her head and handing her tiny cups.

Later, you found her still seated at a tiny table, a group of kids around her. She was holding a teacup delicately, playing along with their game. One of your children corrected her posture, insisting that Lady Battleflower must sit with grace.

You approached with a grin, ruffling your children's hair as you walked past them towards your beloved. “Shadowheart, may I join your tea party?”

Shadowheart looked up, a slight blush on her cheeks. “Only if you address me properly,” she said, her tone playful. “Lady Battleflower demands it.”

"Oh my apologies," You laughed, taking a seat beside her. “Lady Battleflower. It’s an honor.”

As your children continued their game, you exchanged a smile with Shadowheart. She was clearly out of her element, but she was making an effort, and the children adored her for it.

Later, as you sat together, watching the children play, Shadowheart leaned close to you. “This is… different,” she admitted. “But it’s not as overwhelming as I thought.”

You squeezed her hand. “Thank you for trying, Shadowheart. It means a lot.”

She smiled, a genuine warmth in her eyes. “Anything for you, Y/N. And it's Lady Battleflower, actually, your dismissal is offensive, I require five kisses as reparation”

"Only five?" You asked as you leaned towards her, "I believe someone of your stature requires, much, much more." You pulled Shadowheart into a deep passionate kiss, forgetting that you were surrounded by kids who quite quickly made theirselves known.

"Oh my gods, I'm going to throw up!"

"Somebody gouge my eyes out, please"

"Ah! they are eating each other!"

Oh my gods I had so much fun writing this I actually cannot express it ! Hope y'all enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox

[kevinsdsy]

THE TROJANS SOCIAL MEDIA AU HEADCANONS pt. 2

jean moreau & shawn anderson dynamic

jean properly likes having shawn around. although he keeps telling shawn to fuck off. and to leave him alone. and to shut up. he doesn't actually mean it (most of the time).

and shawn knows this too. and what’s so great about shawn is he knows to set boundaries even though jean has never asked him to do so, but when jean seems even more quiet than he usual is, shawn takes a step back.

shawn notices when they're in a group environment jean is keeping more to himself and staying in the background where he can watch the group instead and shawn lets him without trying to put too much attention towards jean.

ananya deshmukh

ananya is a youtuber. idek why i made this a thing. i just love girls vlogging and blogging and i want her to be an it-girl like.

haoyu liu & travis jordan

look i'm going to be really honest. i forgot they were mentioned in the books for the longest time and then i did some stalking and was like ohh they exist too so i made their accounts on the same day and now they're dating each other in my mind

shane reed

OKAYY SO hear me out shane has not yet be mentioned in the au. but i’m posting this now for his introduction in today’s upcoming part. i was going through the book and noticed i missed his appearance when starting out the au which is CRAZY because he's mentioned quite a few times when the foxes vs trojans game is happening.

BUT I DECIDED TO ADD HIM AND I HAVE A FEW THINGS IN MIND FOR HIM (i want to give him shawn anderson treatment LMAO) but his character would be connected to kevin and it might be weird to have a canon x canon ship that's build on shit and giggles

but now that i think of it, is that literally not what jerejean used to be anyways??? SO LET ME TALK MY SHIT!!!!!!!!

with the summer olympics socmed au coming and having the foxes and trojans in one place i want to have them flirting with each other

like one day they barely know each other and the next day people are like ...wait?? what's going on here.

and not many of the trojans even know about the sexuality of either one of the guys so they all have to go and be like WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN

and i just think i can have a lot of fun with that LMAOO but maybe i'll decide to not even do it we'll see

angela "angie" lewis

angie, god bless her, has to put up with shawn during media training

angie pretends to be so sick and tired of shawn but she actually absolutely adores him

i was talking about them with @amberlouigi and i told them how i think when shawn graduates she will always mention him and be like "you guys be better! you will never believe, but i had to put up with shawn and he said..."

if shawn ever becomes pro he will be an ABSOLUTE menace to society/press/social media

@amberlouigi said they think angie would get a call/message from his pro team asking if she wants a job. and angie decides to take it.

shawn will not necessarily stop his behaviour, but he respects and loves angie enough to cut back a bit on his behaviour so he can prove to everyone how well of a job she's doing.

i truly wish i had added angie to the socmed au before and added more of their dynamic together :((

bonus: kevin day

KEVIN DAY IS BISEXUAL !!!!!!!!! i think in canon he would have a lot of feelings to deal with and to unpack this but in the au he knows this about himself and he doesn't really care. he keeps it hidden from the press & media

[factual-fantasy]

30 Asks! Thank you!! :}} 🐋

Midori is intended to be shy and a bit quiet. He's not much of a talker and usually has Anastasia talk for him. I was thinking that Anastasia and Midori are really close, they're almost always together. Partially so that Midori can protect her from any potential shiny hunters, but also because they've just bonded over the years.. 🥺

Anastasia is supposed to rather extroverted and chatty. She's got a lot of attituded and personality in a small package XD she loves her friends dearly and is almost always with Midori. Again not just for protection, but also just because they're very close <XD

I've been meaning to show their personalities at some point.. I'll have to think of a comic to make for them! :))

@sallychaosaura

I have seen snip bits of it yeah :00 its so wholesome, I like it! :))

@thesproutingartist

Gloria actually has the ability trace! Though I haven't thought about how to incorporate it into my comics yet.. and I only recently thought about her being able to see glimpses of the future :00 I'll have to add it into me next comic with her somehow! :))

Also about Baragara.. I was thinking that that's how Gloria found him. Is through his intense aura.. but who knows! I might change that story <XDD

@riotzerosys

:DDDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm glad you like them!!! :))

I have not :/// though it seems like people kind'a like it.. perhaps I should give it a watch! :00

(Referencing this post)

<XD Don't worry, my hands are fiiiiine!

Is it really?? :00 I gotta look into it!

@jolteonlover-135

He'd probably say "Wait! I should make sure there's no bees in it first! ☝️:D" And to test that he knocks the nest down-

<XDD Reminds me of this post.

@spinelfan11

My favorite had to be the long neck dinosaur! I cant find its exact name- <XD

I haven't seen it, though I've heard a lot of people talking about it.. perhaps I should give it a watch! :00

@via-artistishereforu

:DDD Thank you!! :)))

@thedorkyidiot

Technically they should have a trainer yeah.. but idk, I like Gloria being the leader and the team relying on each other in the wild instead of belonging to a human.. being brought from gym to gym.. idk, I prefer the wild vibe!

@captain-skyler1987

Congratulations! :D .... wait :0 .... oh no D:

I'm glad you like them! :)))

@tallchest13-blog

THE BEAN IS SAFE!!! XDDD

XDD A yummy snack indeed

@artsyloonatic

I don't know if Grimace can do that.. but maybe Gloria can! :00

@ditzyclown (Referencing this post)

AUHFIASEUFH THEY'D PROBABLY DO THAT YEAH XDDD

All members of Henry and Williams family did/do exist. Though I cant reveal much more than that.. 👀👀

@the-woomyverse (In response to this post)

😰........ wow, Midori and Gloria are actually evil-

@anikakitty11

FOONY STANCE REAL

@nerdy-aroace

XDDDD That car looks really familiar but I cant quite put my finger on it..

@thebulletbot

Its like a scene from a book :000

@chromchill (Referencing this post)

That would probably hurt poor Anastasia <XDD

@psype (Link in post)

His parent's were probably Leafeons or something like that :00 I don't think there's necessarily an eevee culture in the wild per se..? And I think Sylvester doesn't know of all the different eeveeloutions there are. He didn't know sylveon was a thing until he evolved into one! <XDD

As for their childhoods and why they formed a team? I'm thinking that they just found each other in the wild and became friends. And they aren't really trying to accomplish anything, they just stay together and travel because they are a family.. 🥺💞💞

@aeipathy-dendrology

:DDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm glad you like my artwork!! :DDD

@grimnlucky

Aww! They're adorable!! :DD

Well my usual watermark was too big to put over the tiny pixel drawings <XDD Plus it would look weird to put a normal watermark over a pixelated drawing wouldn't it?

@savetheearthbros

That is 100% Kwazii XDDD

[nuncscioquidsitamor-13]

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(specified to PJO!)

Creating your Character:

It is honestly pretty simple! Whether it's a self insert or an OC (Original Character!) with nothing similar to you, it works very basically. Find a name, find some traits you want the character to have.

Sometimes you don't want to find a "face claim" (a reoccurring face from tv, movie, or social media that you use as your character's "face") but for the PJO rp I recommend using a face claim so you can make posts easier.

Another thing you will want to do is give your character a name! Sometimes if its an insert you might choose your name or a nickname of yours (which is what I tend to do!) Or you can find a brand new name! A good place to find names is on baby name sites or Pinterest!!

Steps:

᧔𐓪᧓ find whether you want to do a self insert or an oc*

᧔𐓪᧓ give them a personality, find some name ideas, and give them a cute look

᧔𐓪᧓ have fun!!

Creating a Tumblr Blog

First step to making a roleplay tumblr blog is to create a url! I use pinterest to find unique words and anything I think represents my character. My pjo rp account is @seraphic-lori which is a word that represents her plus her name. My mha rp account is @aquafury which is her super hero name.

The next thing I like to do is create a Pinterest board for my character and figure out what she might like. I chose her favorite color (pastel purple for my pjo oc) and went from there.

Finally you have to start making your blog theme! The most important is to make the blog the way you think your character would; after all it is their blog.

i love this site to make fancy text and find cute kaomojis when making a blog theme: https://emojicombos.com/cute-kaomoji

Finally its time to make a pinned post!

A general guide of what I add to a roleplay blog pinned post is the intro of the character, a moodboard-header, then rules for the blog & who is running the blog.

You can check out either of my roleplay blogs for inspo!!

Interacting with Other Roleplayers

(advice given by @actuallyacerrr in this post)

I think the most important part of roleplay is communication and getting consent from the other roleplayers. Some people are in roleplay groups in the sense they are giving each other permission to roleplay with each other. However everybody each has their own rules and those can change at any moment. As long as you respect other people'`s rules & boundaries I'm sure you'll do great.

Like Ace said, some people make their tumblr roleplay like their oc is the one who owns & runs the blog whereas some people use the blog to roleplay story mode style. Either way is great as long as you are having fun.

Please be careful when entering romantic relationships between characters. You need to know how old the roleplayer is after all (adults do like to roleplay which can sometimes be nsfw so please be careful as minors on the internet.)

Overall it is not a very serious or hard thing to do. You have to have fun and stay safe! The two most important rules lol

If you have any more specific questions let me know. I will be making a tag #amor rp where you will find all roleplay related questions & advice!!

Resources:

[foxgloveprincess]

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Summary: He always watches, except for today.

Word Count: 1,987

Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist

Warnings: UnBeta’d, Dark (Soft Dark), Kidnapping, Obsession, Possessive Behavior, Kidnapping, implied Cyberstalking, Relationships, slightly Confined Spaces, Pet Names (angel, baby, etc.). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Took me a bit longer, but Jake definitely needed some attention. I hope you enjoy!

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. However, I give no permission to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work on any third party website or app. Seeing my work posted anywhere beside my blog, my library blog, or my AO3 account (FoxglovePrincess) means it’s been stolen/plagiarized.

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Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age or if you are uncomfortable with the pairing, themes, dynamics, or warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Thank you!

Your stomach rumbles. Roaring in the quiet room. Ordinarily, you might try to quiet it. A hand pressed to your abdomen. But it’s just you trapped in the small space. Well, sort of. There’s your watcher, too. The man who sits behind hidden cameras and observes your every move.

Sometimes he comes over the speakers. Engaging in conversation, answering your simple questions. Sometimes the lights will flash because he’s taken a picture of you in your cage. A lovely and comfortable one, but a cage nevertheless.

You wonder how long you’ll last. In the quiet, the solitude. When you’ll snap. When you’ll break. Sometimes you fantasize about your funeral. The flowers, the urn, the mourners. Did Mickey cry? What about your agent—did she even attend? You wonder whether you qualified for the notice of the paparazzi. Just as you were building momentum, all of it gone. A flash in a pan.

The speaker crackles. You’re grateful for the noise, a warning to prepare your character dialogue—captive girl #3, you’ve named her. But also a kindness from him not to startle you.

“Hi angel,” he croons through the air.

“Hi,” you answer in return, tracing a small circle with the movement of your feet, never know to where you should speak. Still getting used to walking without the cast.

“You look lovely,” he says.

The lights flash. Your eyes close against it. A hand raises. How many of his pictures are like that? You shielding your eyes from the brightness. Anger pricked each time and swallowed down. Survival your first instinct. Sweetness, compliance, wrenched from deep inside you to please him and ensure another day.

“Thank you.” Your fingers trace your curves, the smooth fabric soft under your hand. All he allows you flimsy, pastel cotton and lace which expose more than they cover. Today, a ruched bralette top, sleeves puffy and draping off your shoulders. Another pair of bloomers as bottoms, only mildly preferable to certain alternatives.

A strange beep echos in the room. Your watcher doesn’t say anything more. But movement catches your notice. Across from you, a piece of the wall pops open. A door concealed in the white beadboard. You glance around and above, hoping to make the right move by opening it wider and slipping through.

A new room comes into view, darker than the pastels of yours. Stained wood and geometric shelves of books and trinkets. Cluttered but eclectic in style—a little mid-century but more modern. No windows or doors aside from the one from which you came.

But there’s a table. Large enough for two. A lacy tablecloth and drippy candles. Plates of food and glasses for drink. A bottle chilling in a bucket. And a man.

You glance down at your revealing outfit, swallow your fear, and step further into the room. The door remains open behind you. A quick escape—which might prove more dangerous, cornered as you are. Your pulse jumps under your skin and the back of your neck prickles.

The man stumbles from his chair to stand, a sunny smile on his face. He clears his throat into his fist and adjusts his graphic tee before shoving his hands into his pockets. Though even that doesn’t stop him from fidgeting.

His hair styled with blonde tips, a goatee at his chin, an impressive figure with a trim waist and broad shoulders, blue eyes set behind thin circular frames. You don’t recognize him, not at all. But you know he’s your watcher. The man who took you and faked your death.

“Hello,” you greet with a strained smile, watching the way his chin dips and his brow scrunches. The last thing you need is him getting upset while you’re in the same room. With his physique, you wouldn’t stand a chance fighting back.

“Hi.” A hand lifts from his pocket to wave before wrapping around the back of his neck.

“It’s good to see you, Jake,” you say, heart fluttering wild and anxious in your chest. You hold out your hand for him to shake.

“You have no idea,” he enthuses, sliding his fingers against you palm until he can get a good grip. His grasp warm and tight, his other hand cupping the back of yours until you’re encased by him. “To have your skin against mine. Finally.”

You clear your throat and gently withdraw from him, burning from his intensity. “It’s good to put a face and name together.”

“You remember me.” His eyes sparkle and he steps forward, following your retreat.

“How could I, uh, forget?” Your arms wrap behind your back, a step to the side to flit away.

“I know,” he agrees. He pauses to watch you before shoving his hands back in his pockets. “It was only a run in on the street, I can’t believe I thought you were my high school bully.”

You hum in acknowledgment. Brow raising with the oddity. His bully? Wracking your brain for the incident, you come up empty.

“It was fate.” Jake finally steps back and takes his desperate gaze from you.

A breath whooshes past your lips, each inhale harder than the last. Your hands weave together to stay the trembling of your fingers.

“And now you’re here,” your watcher says. His arms gesture wide to the table. “Just in time for us to celebrate the anniversary.”

“How…lovely,” you praise, hoping it hits the note he desires.

Your watcher beckons you over with a quick word, pulling one of the chairs out from the table. You sit and he scoots you in, his head bowing over you in reverence. You don’t want to turn your gaze up to look at what he’s doing, but you can’t help it. Tilting your head back and seeing him.

He stands, eyes closed, hands gripping the chair right beside your shoulders, pressing into them. He breathes deep, filling his chest, muscles rigid.

Your lips part to snap him out of his trance, but you take a moment more to observe. Unsure of how often you’ll get the chance. To see the man who took you, stripped of his technology and vulnerable.

It’s not a conscious choice, but you can’t help but admire him. Spot the freckle near his jaw. His enviably long eyelashes. The pleasant scent of his cologne. He’s handsome. And you don’t know if that makes your circumstances better or worse.

You lick your lips and think up your next line. “I wanted to thank you for your efforts to respect my privacy.”

At the sound of your voice, he melts. Eyes flicking opening and capturing yours. Your head snaps forward.

“You’re welcome,” he croons, releasing your chair and stepping back to his.

He sits adjacent as opposed to across from you. His knee knocking yours under the table. You flinch.

His hands, resting on the tablecloth, flex in your direction. “Don’t worry,” he soothes. He adjusts in his seat, tucking his legs further from yours. “I know we’re taking it slow so we can get to know each other better before we become intimate.” He tucks his hands in his lap and smiles. “My ma taught me how to be a gentleman.”

“She did a very good job,” you grit out. The words a challenge. Though he’s shown no indication of nefarious intentions, you cannot ignore the blaring fact that you sit beside him captive.

He says nothing, but his cheeks tinge red with the slightest blush.

Your stomach burbles again and you cringe. Hunger gnawing at your insides. The food laid before you on the table plentiful, wafting delicious scents to your nose. Your mouth waters.

“I got all your favorites,” he says, reaching toward your plate. “Do you want me to dish?”

The barest nod sets him off, scooping up your plate and spooning bits of the different delicacies for your consumption. You’ll admit they taste just as delicious as they smell. Your lips quirk in the smallest smile.

You both eat your meal, exchanging awkward dialogue back and forth.

“It is an absolute honor to protect you,” Jake enthuses, reaching toward you without touching. You lift your water to your lips for a drink. “I just couldn’t stand Blaine spreading bullshit,” he coughs, “uh, sorry. Didn’t mean to curse.” He sips his own drink.

You take the opportunity to easily contribute to the conversation. “Then you’re lucky he decided to step down and retire so soon after his announcement of a supposed exposé on me. It never saw the light of day.”

“Oh,” Jake says without meeting your eye, “I know.”

The insinuation crackles across your skin. Something dark and deep in the declaration. The harsh set of his brow and the coldness of his stare. You swallow hard.

“You know?”

“Of course,” he returns with a smile. “Someone had to take care of him, didn’t they?”

“So…you?”

He nods with an affirmative hum before continuing to discuss some other related topic. You remain in shock. Locked on the unknown. What exactly did your watcher do in your name?

Your fork lowers to the table. Stomach too tumultuous to consume another bite.

Jake continues to lead the conversation through the rest of his feast and the dessert after. Your spoon poised before your lips as you try to convince yourself to open them. You manage a bite. And a lick of another. But your body protests. Mouth claggy with the texture and stomach still roiling.

“Everything alright?” Jake asks, setting down his own utensil.

“Ate too much dinner,” you reply with a tenuous grin.

He blinks in surprise before smiling. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it.”

When he balls his napkin, places it beside his plate, and offers his hand to you, you accept without any idea of what he intends. But you know your role. Burned it into your psyche to survive.

Though, through the meal you’ve spent with him, the less sure you are that he’d ever hurt you. Others, he’s admitted. But not you. His lonely soul too convinced you are his saviour as much as he yearns to be yours.

He escorts you back toward the door to your tiny room, thumb rubbing soothing circles against the back of your palm.

“I’ll let you get some rest,” he says, reluctant to drop your hand from his.

“Will we do this again?” you ask, dreading the remainder of your days spent alone and confined.

Your watcher brightens. “Of course! We can do this every night, if you want.”

Unsure how to answer, you simply let your lips tilt in a small grin. You step away from him toward the door. He doesn’t release you. Fingers pressing your loose grip.

“Can I—I mean, may I visit you tonight?”

Forcing yourself to keep your smile and your hand in his, you reply with a quiet, “Not tonight,” wondering if he’ll take the rejection—and for how long.

His hand squeezes yours and drops. Your finger flex in their freedom, cold away from his warmth. A moment of improvisation leans you toward him and pecks your lips against his cheek. All before you can think.

“Thank you,” you say as you retreat, watching a dopey, lovestruck—almost endearing—expression soften his features even more. Cheeks tinting a soft shade of pink. Like a living pudding cup. How little affection he needs to melt.

You back away, one step then two. He doesn’t move, though he watches. You slip through the doorway and grab the door.

“I’ll see you later, angel,” he bids just before the door latches into place.

It disappears into the wall, indistinguishable from the rest of the board. You turn on your heel and lean back against it. A sigh whooshing past your lips. You wait a moment. Take a deep breath and center yourself.

Don’t slip, you think to yourself, moving to settle atop your ruffled bedspread. Don’t get lost in the method.

[duncanor]

Hey, I’m sorry to bother you but the moderator of trigunfanart, takineko, has some concerning posts on their blog I’m not sure people are aware of. You can just check their blog and you’ll see it, but the post pinned on @asterisktics has some examples and also proof that the accounts are run by the same person.

I don't really know what to make of this honestly. That's as surprising as it is disappointing, that's for sure. :/

Thank you for the warning buddy.

[liquidstar]

sleepovers save money on hotel rooms while on missions 👍

[cerise-on-top]

heya, could you deliver someone kate head canons on how’d she’d be in a relationship! i adore your stuff by the way!!!! Thank ya

Yeah, of course I can! Glad to hear people like my silly HCs, imagines and drabbles! Thank you for the request, I hope you can enjoy it!

General Dating HCs for Laswell

First things first: There’s a chance you might not see her as often as you’d like. She has a very high position at the CIA, and thus works a lot in other countries as well. While Laswell does her best to make time for you, this isn’t always possible due to her job. However, when she does finally have time for you she doesn’t particularly want to leave your side either. Regardless of whether the two of you are relaxing while sitting on the couch and drinking tea or you’re at an amusement park, chances are Laswell will be by your side.

She’s not a fan of PDA, and that’s something you’ll have to respect. Laswell, generally speaking, isn’t that into physical contact with other people, not even you. You can ask her to cuddle every once in a while, you can ask her for a hug too, she won’t mind that too much, but too much physical contact is just suffocating to her. Laswell prefers to show her affection through other means. She has an amazing memory and remembers just about anything you say that might be useful. If you ever wanted a certain gift, Laswell has the means and the money to get it for you, even if you just made an off-handed comment once a few months ago. It will be yours eventually. And because she has a good grasp on how people react to certain things, chances are most of her gifts to you will be something you’ll like.

While she may not be a chef, she’s a pretty alright cook too. Cooking isn’t something she does very often, not that she hates it either, but she, more often than not, doesn’t have the time for it. Usually she just gets something on the go, eats out or orders takeout, but with you, if cooking is something you like, she’s more than happy to help you out. Just give her the order to cook the noodles or cut the tomatoes and she’ll do it. While she does like to make some chit chat with you at appropriate times, especially during cooking, if you prefer silence so you can focus better, then that’s okay as well. When she thinks a meal turned out especially well then she’ll have you try it by spoonfeeding you a bit.

Laswell is an older, but classy woman, she will want to go to fancy restaurants with you at some point just to drink some wine and maybe eat some fresh seafood. Naturally, you don’t have to eat some salmon and shrimp, but you don’t have to hold back either. If you want the pizza, the schnitzel or the burger, then that’s more than alright as well, but please, at the very least, consider the steak and the champagne. Considering the restaurants she picks are very expensive, it’s very likely that she’ll be paying for the food there. You can return the favor by paying next time you’re out to eat Chinese at the buffet or, if you want to, you can also just help her a bit with the chores and do a few more of them. This isn’t her trying to get out of doing them, though, she just wants to spoil you and show you the world of upper class people.

If you want to spoil Laswell as well, then I can tell you that unless your workplace pays you very well, you likely won’t be able to afford the things she likes. Whiskey or wine of several hundreds of dollars are not very cheap, so Laswell won’t mind you not getting her anything like it as well. However, she can appreciate you remembering the small things about her. You remember her liking lambs and got her a cute keychain? You made her the salmon filet she likes so much? Bought her favorite movie on DVD? Yeah, she notices and will be grateful. Those small things, however, might sometimes turn into something bigger with how she always likes to repay her “debts”. And so, an I love you has turned into a vacation in the Maldives at one point.

Will want you to be acquainted with either Nikolai, Price or both, preferably. Because she’s aware something bad can happen any time, she wants you to know them so that, in case something bad happens, you have someone to turn to. Besides, they’re her closest friends, she knows she can trust them with you. If you get along with them? Even better! That way she can invite you to the occasional drink with them and you can talk about anything and everything. And if you ever were in trouble and couldn’t reach her, then either of them would always pick up, no matter what. Your safety goes above all else, of course, but sometimes, some things can’t be prevented entirely, so it’s for the best you know them.

Overall, she’s a very caring partner, regardless of whether she’s your girlfriend, fiancée or wife, she’ll make sure you’re always happy. She’s been through enough herself to know what it’s like to be unhappy with where you are in life, so it doesn’t matter to her what she needs to do in order to see you smile again. Make sure to return the love and you’ll find yourself with one of the most loving, loyal partners out there. She’ll go to the end of the world and beyond to find you and make sure you’re okay. Make her a warm meal, give her some nice gifts and spend your time with her, the last thing is all that Laswell really wants in her life. As long as the two of you are together, she’s sure everything will be alright.

[squiddcakes]

Hey. Hi. Hello, guess who decided to do Helluva Boss redesigns for the I.M.P. cast. Some mutuals form a server encouraged me to do these and it was a fun design exercise, and I'm super happy with the outcome. I'm planning on doing the side characters/villains since I'm on break, so stick around for that.

[coyoteclan]

A bunch of cats that followed coyote paths to the clans!

Main blog: @mxssacre

Hi clangen tumblr I have no idea what I'm doing so be prepared for a MESS of a blog <3

A quick TW for the blog: Coyoteclan WILL contain violence, foul language, blood, animal death and dark themes. Lots of silly cats die here :(

I'll be doing my best to also insert some comic-style lore excerpts between working on moon events for important lore! The prologue comic will be posted before moon one because I am so so reluctant to actually go the the first moon yet LMAO

More info on the clan founders below the cut!

Frondstar - 93 moons A black ticked she-cat with vitiligo. Former show cat with a strong love for the order clan laws brought to her chaos.

apprentice: Cavepaw

Leafclaw - 19 moons A long-furred pale gray and white she-cat. Made a deputy despite her young age and lack of mentoring an apprentice due to her diligence and care for her clanmates during their travels.

Longbillow - 47 moons A pale gray smoke and white tom. His ghost sense made him the best option for med cat, as their starclan guide, Bluewave, was a med cat in life and is able to pass down her knowledge to her former clanmates.

Mitehaze - 42 moons A long-furred speckled dark ginger and white she-cat. Adores her clanmates! Wants to be friends with Grayswan as she recognizes her from the old housefolk nests.

apprentice: Burrpaw

Shimmerbounce - 20 moons An unusually spotted gray and white tom. Loves playing games with the kits.

Grayswan - 46 moons A long-furred black and white she-cat. Smug and disliked by most of her clanmates, but particularly dislikes Mitehaze.

Burrpaw - 10 moons A long-furred light brown smoke she-cat. Loves everyone, taking after her mentor and caretaker, Mitehaze! Always tries to be a good role model.

Cavepaw - 8 moons A long-furred pale and white she-cat. Can be proud to a fault, and takes a dislike to Leafclaw, thinking she could make a better deputy one day.

Streakkit - 1 moon An unusually dappled brown and white she-cat.

Dancingkit - 2 moons A calico she-cat.

[genderfluidgothwitch]

For those who are unsure of whether or not they really have the "sensitivity to cold" symptom of fibromyalgia, because you think that it's just you not being able to handle colder temperatures like other people, that's one way of putting it. The other way is, when it's winter and the temperatures start dropping, do you feel your pain more intensely? Do you feel like you have more problems with your joints? Is your partner always commenting how cold your fingers and toes are, but it somehow gets more frequent in winter? Those are other ways to consider being sensitive to the cold.

[melodiafunfacts]

Welcome to Melodia Fun Facts, where we do, in fact, share fun facts about HarmoKnight! From stuff that's easily overlooked, to things you need to search the game files for, we have it all! And we're accepting submissions for things that even I might have looked over! Expect fun facts every now and then!

Stuff to know!!!

This blog is run by @phioneplatinum! If you want to see what I do outside talking about HarmoKnight facts, then feel free to see!

I go with She/Her pronouns!

These facts are all either in game, or mentioned by Game Freak themselves! [mostly in-game facts though, but do expect some outside of the game!]

This blog is not affiliated with Game Freak or All Possible Futures. This is a blog for fun!!

Want to submit a fact? Send it via the submissions box or send it in my Discord DMs! (phioneplatinum)

I have some understanding of Japanese, so expect some language difference facts too!

Fact Submission Rules! [don't worry, it's not too strict!]

All fact submissions must be things either official or seen in game.

Fact submissions must be mentioned as a fact. [ex: Fun HarmoKnight fact! (insert fact here)] If it's not a fact, please specify so I don't get confused!

Actually yeah that's it, if there's more, I'll update it.

With all that said, please enjoy the facts! :D

[stardestroyer81]

I'm just saying.

[humblemooncat]

Pray for me, I'm about to pose all of my kids at once. orz

[malistaires]

elaborating on the tags on my previous reblog to say that the imperial radch trilogy is such a compelling story about loving others and being loved and reclaiming autonomy and coming to realize one's inherent self worth as a human (and non-human). the characters in it are so messy but they all find love (broadly defined) and are loved despite their flaws. im recommending it here on the wiz sideblog bc ik i personally am interested in the characterization of the wizard as a tool/weapon (viewed this way by others and by themself). imperial radch's protag is very similar (and is filled w so much grief and anger and love) (grief and anger and love are all the same thing)