#I love my sons so much T-T

[shannonsketches]

he's so important to me

[cerise-on-top]

Nikolai adopts trans people, whose parents abandoned/disowned them after coming out. He does this very frequently too, actually. While he may not actively seek said trans people out, he attracts them either way. Someone needs to care about them, and so he takes on the job of being their father. He'll support them through their transition and keep in contact with them, keeping them safe from their actual parents as well. He absolutely adores his trans sons, daughters and children and makes sure they know that. His "children" don't need to be actual children or teenagers, though, as he adopts adults as well.

[morsmortish]

is this a safe space to talk about walburga being an actual, interesting, developed character, not just a one dimensional ‘abusive mother’ that exists solely to further sirius and regulus’s stories? to talk about how she was forced into marriage with her second cousin at a young age? to talk about the pressure of the black family that we see shown through her children but no one ever thinks to show them through her as well? to talk about how, despite everything, she left grimmauld place to sirius, not any of her respectable, ‘noble’ nieces? to talk about how she left sirius and regulus’s rooms untouched after they left/died? to talk about how she probably loved her children so much, only to lose both of them? to talk about how she could be so, so much more than the box she’s been shoved into? i’m sick of seeing orion presented as some sort of misunderstood saint of a father, and walburga as some sort of monster. female characters do not exist to further the stories of your male characters. if regulus and evan and barty can have so much depth, if they can be excused and forgiven and given interesting arcs, so can walburga!!!

[suntails]

eepy lil guy

[magical-girl-enjoyer]

goro akechi isnt transmasc bc hes feminine, hes transmasc bc its another chain shido has him in; part of the deal was getting hormones and surgery and falsifying records and if goro tries to get out not only is he fucking dead, his birth gender and deadname get leaked

[normalbrothers]

do u think there was something weird going on between linda and her mother

[seraph-of-sizes]

Freminet's B-Day One-shot

Takes place in the BHoDS AU, after the events of the main story, so keep an eye on it, you'll get a few sneak peaks at ideas I have for the main story ;)

As usual: Human Freminet, with borrowers Lyney and Lynette, with some extras as well this time ~

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“Halt!” 

The twins lept out of their skins, hisses echoing in the small corridor. Eventually the light that had blinded them moved away, and their vision cleared enough to see a familiar face.

“Chevreuse.” Lyney sighed in relief as the woman raised an eyebrow.

“So, you want to tell me why you’re sneaking around the walls of the Palais Mermonia?” She asked, giving them a flat look. “The Special Patrol does have other borrower members, not just me y’know.”

“Well it’s good that we ran into you then, isn’t it?” Lyney grinned mischievously.

“We’re here to talk with Monsieur Neuvillette.” Lynette cut in, not wanting the conversation to drag on. “He heard Freminet’s birthday was soon and had one of the Melusines find us. We’re going to be arranging a surprise party.”

“Oh.” Chevreuse blinked, glancing at Lyney who nodded. “Makes sense, he did set up a break time outside of his usual routine, probably to cover up your meeting.” She sighed. “Fine, follow me.”

“So how is your lady-friend Chio-”

“BE QUIET.”

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“Oh good, I was wondering if you had gotten lost.” The twins blinked as their eyes adjusted to the brighter light of Neuvillette’s office compared to the passageways in the walls.

“Oh they did sir.” They watched the Iudex turn in surprise at Chevreuse’s words, only to chuckle. 

“I must thank you then, Miss Chevreuse.” He smiled, taking a seat and crossing his legs. “If you would like to come closer, there are walkways to your left, if not that is perfectly fine. I can hear you from here.”

“I’ll be going back to my rounds, bye you two. Let me know about the party, I’ll see if I can rope some of my humans along.” Chevreuse grinned before ducking back into the walls.

An uneasy silence fell over the room, as the twins realized how little they actually knew about the figurehead of Fontainian Justice.

Neuvillette cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Young Freminet… is a member of the House of the Hearth, and as such I am not at much liberty to interact with him outside of our brief meetings on the streets of Fontaine. I am not all that familiar with his interests or taste in foods, but I can assist in arranging a venue that is safe for everyone to attend, as well as making certain certain individuals are invited in a timely manner with plenty of time to have the event without interfering with their work schedules.”

“That would be perfect.” Lyney relaxed, realizing someone actually capable was going to handle the main aspects, and he could enlist the Traveler’s help for the food and decorations. “Will you get that information to the Traveler when it's done? She’s been our main help.”

“Of course.” Neuvillette nodded.

They continued to discuss what the party would entail and who was to be invited, finally coming to an agreement.

“So the party shall be held in the Spina di Rosula’s base in the Fleuve Cendre the morning of the 21st. The list of attendees shall be sent to the Traveler who shall hand out the invitations.”

“We can work with that.” Lyney grinned. “Thank you Monsieur Neuvillette.”

“Anytime.” The Iudex nodded before a loud knock sounded on the door to his office. “Seems my break time is over, be careful traversing the walls back outside, if you have any issues release a pulse of Neuma or Ousia, one of the Melusines will guide you.”

“Thank you.” The twins bowed before re-entering the walls, wincing as the soft voice of Furina began to chat with Neuvillette.

“She’s still recovering.” Lynette commented, the two having paused at the demure tone. “To have to fool an entire nation, cursed to live at a different size whenever someone looks at you, immortal only to fulfill a role in a play.”

“I heard Miss Clervie and her have met since the Great Flood. She’s still scared witless around Father, but that’s…fair.” Lyney winced. “I wonder what it’s like for her now, able to change her size so freely. It makes me a little…”

“Jealous?” Lynette crossed her arms, staring at her twin knowingly.

“...yes.” Lyney mirrored her, frowning. “I’ve never really wished to be human sized, but seeing someone else enjoying both walks of life, what if we could actually be Freminet’s siblings? Be able to comfort him properly? Hug him tight after a rough mission? Protect the Traveler, help her explore? Not have to rely on humans- all. of. the. time.” By the end Lyney’s words came out through gritted teeth.

“Because that’s not fair, and life is not fair. Especially to borrowers, especially to us.” Lynette countered. “We are enough as we are. Freminet knows that, the Traveler knows that, all of our other human and borrower friends know that.” She sighed, her ears folding back and her tail falling. “I can’t say I don’t wish for it too sometimes. But we cannot fold when we have a winning hand, that would be meaningless and stupid. So let’s… not do that.”

Lyney groaned. “You make me so angry, why did that make sense?”

“Easy.” Lynette snickered. “Because I’m amazing.”

“Alright- c’mere!” Lyney lunged at Lynette who jumped back before racing further into the wall, Lyney hot on her heels.

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“What took so long?” Freminet asked as the twins finally emerged from the marked entrance.

“Lyney is slow.” Lynette shrugged, gracefully dodging Lyney’s attempted tackle.

He grunted as instead of dirt, he fell onto the familiar warmth of Freminet’s hand. “And I said using your vision was cheating!” He grumbled as Freminet’s hand closed around him and lifted him up to the shining blue eyes of his brother. “What?”

“Mean.” Freminet fake-pouted. “The Traveler said she would be back soon, and that you took too long, so she was going to do her commissions real quick.”

“Left our poor brother all alone.” Lyney grumbled playfully, nudging at Freminet’s grip.

“In broad daylight, in the middle of the Court, with no more threat of Primordial Dissolution.” Lynette mocked.

Lyney began to fight against Freminet. “You’re so lucky I’m caught by a human right now!”

Freminet laughed brightly, causing the twins to freeze and look at him in awe. It was the happiest sound they had heard him make since they met. There was an ease of his shoulders, his face was smoothed of any worry, almost perfectly carefree.

“I thank the Archons everyday, that I met you two.” Freminet said softly after calming down, a smile still nestled on his face. “I couldn’t ask for anything else in the world more precious.”

The twins exchanged a look. 

“I’m glad we took the chance and trusted you.” They said in-sync. 

“Wow, that's so sweet.” The siblings twisted to see the Traveler who waved silently, as well as Paimon as she poked her head out of the Traveler’s scarf, smiling as she continued. “We got done pretty quick. One was actually from Monsieur Neuvillette.”

“That’s unusual, usually any commissions are  handled by the Melusines.” Freminet shrugged, gently picking up Lynette and unfurling his hands beneath the twins. “What was it for?”

“Just some documents that needed to be delivered to multiple people. We were the fastest option since the Traveler can use the waypoints.” Paimon explained.

“How is our dear Traveler today?” Lyney asked, turning to the Outlander. She blinked before shrugging, causing Paimon to shriek in protest.

“I’m fine.” She raised an eyebrow at the expectant silence. “Sorry, I… just got back from a trip to Sumeru and something just feels wrong at the moment, I just can’t place it.”

“Yeah Traveler didn’t sleep at all last night. It’s really worrying Paimon.” The tiny girl frowned.

“That’s not good, you need your rest.” Freminet hummed. “Especially you, you’re constantly running around, you’re bound to be exhausted.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you with this.” The Traveler shook her head and placed a hand over her heart. 

“It’s okay.” The siblings chuckled as they spoke in tandem. 

“Let’s go find somewhere I can set up a cooking pot, I’ll make us lunch.” The Traveler smiled.

“Yes! Food!” Paimon cheered, causing the group to laugh.

“It never ceases to amaze me how Paimon can eat a human-sized portion and still act hungry.” Lyney commented as the humans began to walk towards the north-west exit to the Court. “Where does it all go? Perhaps she can teach me a few new tricks.”

“Lyney.” Lynette groaned at the pun.

“What dear sister?” He teased, moving to poke her ticklish stomach, causing the girl to squirm before pouncing on her brother and further engaging in a tickle war.

Freminet just sighed as he moved his hands to contain them both, making them protest briefly at the sudden darkness before going back to play-fighting. He glanced at the Traveler who was fighting back laughter.

“You would think they’re the younger ones sometimes.” He said before laughing softly.

“They trust you so much.” She nodded, smiling back. “One thing I’ve learned about borrowers is that they are forced to grow up so quickly… them acting childish and playing is a testament to their belief that you will keep them safe so they can be at ease.” An unknown expression crossed her face as she turned away. “Protect that trust. Okay?”

“Of course.” Freminet nodded.

After a minute more of walking they came to a stop at a small wooded clearing, an obvious campsite.

“This is usually where I hide my Teapot when in Fontaine, if I’m in the area and its night time this is where you can usually find me.” The Traveler said, placing down a carpet and then summoning a cook pot that floated, likely some device she had picked up.

Freminet took the opportunity to pull his hands apart and fought to keep his expression calm as the twins were trying to fix their hair back from the disasters they had become.

“Do not laugh.” Lyney hissed at him. 

It only became harder as a soft snort escaped him, causing the Traveler to glance over and let out a sharp laugh.

“Damnit Freminet!” Lyney’s face quickly reddened and he buried it in his hands. Lynette began giggling at her twin, teasing him just out of Freminet’s hearing range.

“What are you making?” Freminet asked after a moment, curious at the various things the Traveler had laid out in preparation. 

“Just wait.” Was the reply.

Soon after, the Traveler presented several different dishes, a mish-mash of cuisine from the nations they had passed through. Freminet had watched in awe as Paimon did indeed inhale a massive portion of food relative to her size, meanwhile Lyney and Lynette picked their way through the dishes, trying them and eagerly talking about the differences. Though at some point a Sumerian dish caught them both off-guard with the spice levels and bottles of milk were opened.

Overall the meal was pleasant and Freminet found himself enjoying the Liyuen foods the most, besides the familiar Fontainian cuisine. He noticed the Traveler taking interest in the foods he did, asking him what he liked about each one. It felt oddly pleasant, to describe his likes and dislikes so casually. 

Soon enough the meal was finished, and Freminet got up to help the Traveler put everything away.

“Thank you.” She turned at the quiet words and shook her head.

“Don’t thank me, I like to cook. It’s one of the few skills that doesn’t really require specific knowledge, just an idea of an ingredient's flavor and preparation.” There was another unreadable emotion that passed in her eyes as she turned away. “I’m still not perfect with Teyvat’s Common language, so I may not have described that feeling very well.”

“I understand.” Freminet smiled, gazing down at the dish he was drying off. “I’m the same way with meka. I may not know exactly how everything works, but I know enough, and learning more is never boring.”

The Traveler hummed before hiding a yawn. 

“Traveler!” The two turned at Paimon’s yell, the blonde sighing as she reached up and caught the tiny girl mid-air. “It’s late, if you wait any later you won't sleep…” She pouted from the Traveler’s grip. “And Paimon can’t stand it if you don’t sleep, you have worse nightmares later.”

“Fine fine.”She sighed, sending a tired glance at Freminet. “It’s a bit far to trek back to the Court, I can get a Realm Dispatch for you and the twi-...Lyney and Lynette. If you want to, there's places for both sizes to sleep comfortably, Paimon made sure of that.”

Freminet noticed the stutter in the Traveler’s speech but knew better than to say anything, electing to nod. “I’ll ask them.”

“Alright.” He saw her pull out the Adeptal Teapot before he turned away to walk back to his siblings. 

“Everything alright?” Lyney asked, clamoring into Freminet’s offered hand, helping Lynette up as well. “Paimon took off when the Traveler yawned.”

“Yes, she just wanted the Traveler to go to bed while sleepy since if she doesn’t she may not sleep at all.” Freminet explained as he brought the twins up to his heart, hugging them softly against himself, feeling them begin to purr. “She invited us to sleep in the Teapot Realm, since it’s a bit far back to the Court.”

“Sounds nice, I’m tired.” Lynette hummed, already curling up against Lyney’s warmth, kneading at Freminet’s hand.

“I’m with Lynette on this one, I don’t think any of us would make it home anyhow.” Lyney chuckled.

“Fair enough.” Freminet smiled, walking towards the Traveler as she reappeared from the Teapot.

“Perfect timing. Are you joining us?” She asked, glancing amusedly at the twins in his hands. “They look as tired as I feel.”

“Yeah I think they’re ready to pass out and so am I admittedly.” Freminet glanced away bashfully. “Thank you for inviting us to stay.”

“Here.” He blinked as the Traveler placed a necklace carefully over his head. He glanced down at the wooden charm that hung from it. “It’s the Realm Dispatch, as long as you have it, you can tap on it while imagining the Teapot to teleport there. Any borrowers that are in reaching distance will be teleported too.” At his raised eyebrow she laughed. “Since Paimon flies it was just easier that way instead of constantly having to hold her to work.”

He hummed in understanding, smiling amusedly at that mental image. With a moment of coaching he finally got the charm to work, his eyes wide in awe at the Abode. It was decorated like a mini town center, with the Main House obvious as it towered over the other buildings.

He followed the Traveler, awe-struck into silence as they entered the Main House. She chuckled at him and led him to one of the many rooms, quietly pointing out the human bed and the borrower-accessible only alcove. She then left them alone to go to her own room and crash for the night.

“It’s so peaceful here. No wonder the Traveler can go so many places and look well-rested.” Lyney said before yawning. “Still, it’s late. C’mon dear sister, we just have to climb some steps.”

“Don’t wanna.” Lynette grumbled, but followed Lyney into the walls without much more fuss. Freminet listened before relaxing at the two solid knocks from higher up the wall, they had made it to their own room perfectly fine.

He slowly began to shed his unnecessary clothes and stored them in his inventory, switching to pajamas. He slowly crawled into the Mondstadt-styled bed and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

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A sharp breath filled Freminet’s lungs as he jack-knifed awake, his eyes wide as he felt Lyney and Lynette were not where they were last night, nor were they anywhere around him. His mind shot back to when Father had taken them without him even knowing, had it happened again?

Was the Traveler okay? If someone had snuck into the Abode and kidnapped his siblings, what else could they have done?

He threw on proper battle clothes as quickly as possible, feeling the sharp cold of Cryo wrapping around him, keeping him alert as he left the Abode, Claymore at the ready.

“SURPRISE!”

His heart stopped for a moment at the loud noise, only to zero in on his siblings, standing safely on a table, Lady Clervie standing behind them and smiling at him knowingly. As he relaxed he realized the ensemble of humans and borrowers, people that he had met and helped alongside the Traveler and throughout the Prophecy Crisis.

His eyes began to water as he dismissed his claymore, taking in the decorations that looked like Pers and Rosseland, the cake and treats. Dishes that he recognized as the ones that the Traveler had noted that he had enjoyed.

He smiled. “Thank you.”

He blinked as a hand settled on his shoulder, and he felt his heart leap back into his throat as Father stood beside him, her gaze sharp, only to soften slightly as her grip tightened slightly. “Happy Birthday, Freminet.”

“Happy Birthday!” Chorused through the room.

[only-in-december]

Hello, I was the Kirk bros anon haha. Two things I would love to have discourse about: one, I feel like Sam isn’t going to make it off the Gorn ship 😭 and if we get a Jim reaction scene I think it’ll actually kill me, and two, do you think that Jim and Sam had nicknames for each other as kids (am I writing a fic? What? No…) like J or JT or Jimmy and Sammy or even Georgie. I have a lot of feelings about this. 😪

Well, howdy, Friend! Oh boy do I have a lot to say on all of that!! Before I get into it all, I want to apologize for taking so long to respond to this. Work has been long lately lol.

So. Let's start with the Gorn Ship part. Sam making it off the Gorn ship is something I deem highly probable, personally based on one key point: SNW is marketed as a direct prequel to TOS. (This isn't saying that I personally see it as being set in the same timeline, but that's a different discussion.)

Canonically, Sam Kirk doesn't die until Stardate 3287.2, and according to Memory Alpha, Hegemony takes place in Stardate 2344.2 which is a few years prior. (Although Stardates aren't always the most consistent. So take that with a grain of salt.) I do hope think we'll get to see more of Jim as they get Sam (and everyone else, I guess) away from the Gorn. But I don't think Sam will die, because of "Operation--Annihilate!" being such an iconic episode, so he's got a little bit of plot armor there.

But Jim's reaction to his brother being taken by the Gorn? Oh My Lanta, I might cry at the thought. That sounds heartwrenching regardless of Sam's survival. I am always up for conversation about this sort of thing, so feel free to disagree with me!!💙

But onto your second question. Childhood nicknames. Those can be tricky, especially coming from siblings. I do think that Jimmy and Georgie were used frequently by their parents, but between the two of them, it's a little more nuanced.

One of my favorite SNW headcanons that you can pry from my cold dead hands, is that Sam didn't really start going by "Sam" until he left home. Jim was the only one who called him that when they were growing up. So in a way, Sam is his childhood nickname. For Jim, I think it was a combination of things. Jim, Jimmy, Jay, JT was a good one too. But really, I think that he probably had some stupid 'brother nickname' like "Mocking Jay" or "Sonny" or something. One of those nicknames that requires like a full ten layers of context that just leaves everyone a little bit confused. I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts on that, though!!

[mr-candycandy]

MOOONKEEEY KIIID

FAMILIAR TALES

NEW ADVENTURES

MONKEEEEY KI-

[whump-queen]

I want a t shirt that says

‘women love me, fish fear me, tumblr mutuals cannot stop drawing me’

[stewyonmolly]

was going to make a very long post which boils down to i love the way southern italians love

[jazminetoad]

Hey Jaz! I had a whim when I got home today to make you something wholesome for the end of your week ✨🌹 Enjoy this piece of you and your son, Toad 🍄

MICHELLE 🥺🥺🥺🥺💕😭😭😭 THIS IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER!!! LOOK AT THEM 💕💕 LOOK HOW HAPPY YOU DREW MY SON 🥺🥺🥺 and the background & colors 💕💕💕💕 my persona looks so vibrant and I love the way you drew her hair 💚💚💚💚

You don't understand how much this is made my whole week, this just warms everything up after my sanity & mental stability (brother) went on vacation. I felt like Jaz and how undead everything felt for her, but now I'm here smiling and refreshed with this wonderful art of me and my son 💕💕💕😭😭

Thank you so much Michelle, this means everything for me 😭😭💕💕

[inavagrant-a]

It’s the way Mona’s constellation embraces Wanderer’s constellation that has me tender.

[thedeadthree]

would like to see the great are they married mystery 🧐

FIRST OF ALL I LOVE THE NEW URL CHARLOTTE <3 iconic iconic! AND SECONDLY I ADORE U SM TY TY FOR THE ASK? i was like AHH when i saw u asked for this piece its a fav for me for sure ajshnjkdnjk. it includes a couple clowns i have yet to introduce (but am.. veery excited to <3) here it is for u dear!

WIP TITLE ASK GAME! send me a title that most intruigues you and i'll post a snippet or tell something about it!

The silence in the cell was deafening. Viktor attempted to count the dust particles he can see in the cell and Alejandro from the side of the wall facing the door glared daggers at it. This was going to be a long night and she knew it.

Viktor takes the first shot at making conversation it seems. 

He looks between her and Alejandro, “By the way, I know you both are married… to each other. Might as well let the cat out of the bag that I know while we are here and without everyone I guess?”

He studied their expressions for a moment, and when Alejandro tries to deflect, she shoots him the “can it” look. Isidora from her post on the only known chair in the room, crosses her arms, motioning him to go on.

“I— I was leaning my head against the doors of the shipping container while we were questioning Valeria, and you both stepped outside…. Izzy was calling you an idiot sir, in about ten different languages if my memory was right. And well…. my mom does the same thing to my dad when he returns from ops bent and bruised and almost dying so.”

No point in lying, after all, it is Victor. She’s known the kid long enough in his years since becoming one of the 141 since he was a rookie with lieutenant McTavish. accepted following the death of his brother Aldric, a former member himself. An infiltration and espionage specialist, his brother was killed in action while on an undercover operation at the hands of Vladimir Makarov, the asshole himself. Since then Vik has gone from a whiny Mason legacy kid to one of the best snipers and assets the 141 had, and in spite of the mountains of tragedies, he’s faced in his life he’s still Viktor.

“I guess I get to take home the lump sum of cash from the betting pool if we get out of here you know? That’s something to look forward to..!” He scratches the back of his head and makes a nervous half-laugh… then jumps from where he’s crouched in the corner of the room.

At that, Isidora shoots up from her chair and stands feet or two from where he is. She’s motioning her head downwards to look at from where he sits, hands now resting on her hips as if she’s scolding her four-year-old at home for drawing mustaches on her classmates during nap time. Even as smart as she is, being already fluent in two and a half languages. She’s just like Viktor. 

His brain gets the better of him. She knows. But what the hell does he mean by that?

“Betting pool?! Care to elaborate Viktor?” 

Viktor is now standing up. Shooting glances from them both. She steps a half inch closer, “Shit! Uh… well um… so—“

She cuts him off, “We have all night likely Viktor. But please, today Mason. There is a betting pool about my married life… because?” 

Here comes the bumbling, “And I apologize! I’m so sorry and I am sure the team would agree! Okay okay well… everyone knows you are married right but nobody knows to who. So because of like y’all being around each other a lot right, the consensus is that you’re likely married to price and just want to keep on the down low since like…… your partners and all. 141 and mi-6 right. So uh, well, I thought like the sure price is a catch but your not one to get with anyone who you closely work with you know? Not like Soap and Willa you know? He’s not here but sorry for throwing you under the bus buddy.” He takes a deep inhale before he makes the closing statements of his defense……. Hopefully.

“It's more of a "me and soap" thing but we roped kyle into it too. Not to throw them all under the bus either, Riley said we were going to be chewed out, end up dead, and roasted for holiday dinner—“

She’s cut him off once again. She uncrosses her right hand and motions him to zip it for a moment with her index finger, “And he would be right.” Turning to the left of her, to her spouse from the right of her. Alejandro has now moved to stand with his back nearby to the door. He’s trying to save Viktor from any further embarrassment, but any more revelations and he might burst out laughing it appears.

It's a mutual feeling for her. She’s scowling to look miffed, but this is the funniest thing she’s heard said from someone all week. And there’s still Graves who yet lives and breathes and runs his mouth.

[theood]

Might try to write a letter soon to both my parents to come out for a 3rd time. Been thinking abt it

[windrunner]

head in my hands. i am 23 i should not be like this i need to be hit in the head with a shovel