#i saw her mum as a cub as well

[upperranktwo]

Finally edited my favourite photo I've ever taken and I love it!!!! 10 month old cub! She is absolutely gorgeous just like her mother!

[boiohboii]

Nobel prize winner wife pt2 (toto wolff x reader)

(Social media au)

Toto just revealed who his wife of 15 years is, but if he was going to reveal his family, why not all members of them?

or

in which Toto Wolff decided to let everyone know who is the little boy who made him a father

Note: I am sure this is not what you guys had in mind when you asked for part 2, but I just felt like a little teen in the mix is needed for our favorite it couple. WARNING: like 3 swear words, if I missed anything please let me know

Masterlist

PART 1

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F1WAGS&FAVES: Dr. YN LN seen today in Yeongsan International School of Seoul, rumors are she is there for the freshmen's parents career day.

username: I can not handle dad toto and mum yn

username: toto and yn might be official dilf and milf

username: no, I refuse to believe they have a kid that isn't me

username: I am willing to fight their kid for an exchange of parents

username: I love how with every photo her skin tone gets whiter

username: welcome to the white washing of korea

username: she never disappoints with her fits

username: if they actually have a kid imagine how awesome it'd be, like his dad is the team principle of the Mercedes f1 team and his mum is the only woman to win a Nobel prize twice!

username: if I'm a parent and my kid is a friend of theirs, I'd never compare my kid to baby wolff, he'd just pull an uno reverse card and compare me to yn and toto

username: say sike rn

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mercedesamgf1: can't wait for sam to join us, it's going to be such a fun weekend with him here..... here are 4 pictures of baby wolff throughout the years (yes, we knew, he is our favourite person in the paddock) ps: all photos of our prince are till he was 13 years old

Lewishamilton: can't wait to see the little man

samwolff09: can't wait to see you too uncle Lewis

georgerussel63: @.samwolff09 what about me?

samwolff09: @.georgerussel63 we were together last week 😆 but I still miss you 😄

username: THEY KNOW EACH OTHER, UNCLE LEWIS, HE WAS WITH GEORGE

username: HE HAS AN ACCOUNT

username: his account is private 🥲

danielricciardo: the little prince is growing up, I remember when he was just learning how to run

samwolff09: uncle Danny, please don't tell anyone of that time, I still get embarrassed thinking about it

samwolff09: we can't wait to join you again, take good care of mum and dad till Jay and I join you

mercedesamgf1: of course your highness

username: who is Jay?

username: imagine it's his brother

username: STOP IT!

maxverstappen1: P misses you @.samwolff09

samwolff09: @.maxverstappen1 I miss her too!! So much! Is she joining this weekend?

maxverstappen1: @.samwolff09 yes yes, once she knew you're coming she wouldn't take no for an answer

samwolff09: @.maxverstappen1 YES! I CAN'T WAIT, SEND HER MY HUGS AND KISSES

username: max being chatty with toto's son is so unhinged for my 2023 agenda

username: max writing his longest comments for sam wolff will be my favourite social media interaction

mickschumacher: Sammy! Keep your phone with you this time @.samwolff09

samwolff09: @.mickschumacher micky, please, it was one time!

sebastianvettel: well, now I have no choice but to go this weekend

samwolff09: uncle seb! I miss you!! Are you really coming?? Please say yees, pleaaseeee

sebastianvettel: of course little cub, who else is gonna watch over you and Jay

username: baby wolff collecting drivers left right and center

christanhorner: it had been too long since I saw this little man

samwolff09: looking forward to seeing you again sir @.christanhorner

christanhorner: @.samwolff09 please, call me uncle chris, and make sure to stop by and say hi

samwolff09: of course uncle Chris! See you then

username: I am confusion

username: did baby wolff just make a truce between mercedes and redbull

username: his smile can stop wars and here's the proof

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samwolff09: I just wanna thank my parents on my birthday cause they always make me feel loved, they always make me feel safe and that every little thing I do or feel is valid and is okay, I am so lucky to have them and I am truly thankful for being able to have them in my life and to be here as their son.

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samwolff09: 11 years apart and my love for this place is still the same

jaypark: one of the best vacation houses fr

park-sunghoon: true, it's still my favorite place

jungwonofficial: the summer we spent there was the best one man, we need to do that again

samwolff09: @.jaypark @.park-sunghoon @.jungwonofficial let's go again next summer, I'm sure dad and mum won't mind

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samwolff09: I hate that we don't have any good pictures with the 4 of us together, but aside from that, I miss you three so much, fuck you for being busy...... but hey, make these bomb tracks woon and sungie win another world championship... jay I see you everyday at school but it'd be rude if I didn't include you

jungwonofficial: so it's rude to ignore jay but not rude to not post a picture of us together, okay I see how it is sammy boy

jaypark: we are the nepo babies of our quadrant man that's why I'm stuck by your side 😚

park-sunghoon: I thought you deleted the photo of the 2 of us! Dude, I can't have evidence of me clinging onto you, it'd ruin my image!

jaypark: what image, everyone knows you're a clingy ass mf as soon as you see sam

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samwolff09: happy father's day to my old man, he is such a great and loving man (even though he still scares me whenever I'm studying) when I feel like I'm so different from him he gives me all the love and support I need, and even if I don't say a thing, he still knows and makes sure that I know how appreciated I am and why he is proud to be my father, he let's me explore and experience things as much as I want while watching over me so that I won't get hurt. Dad, I love you so much and I swear I will carry you and take care of you when you're old and tired

{Taglist- everyone who asked for pt2, thank you and I hope you liked it ♥️♥️

@topaz125 @miiikkeey @omgsuperstarg @nayizy @ohkapten @d-stargirl @innercollectivecomputer }

[greynatomy]

protective

arsenal x reader

some family dynamics with reader and the team

———

You signed your first professional football contract when you were seventeen with Arsenal. Ever since then, your teammates became very protective of you. You were assigned to live with Lia, who instantly took you under her wing.

At the time, Lia and Caitlin had been together and became your team parents. They would make sure you’ve packed everything you needed for away games, packed you lunches, whatever parents did and you very much enjoyed the attention. Even when you went on loan for a season all the way to California for Angel City, they made sure to get Christen’s phone number to make sure you were bing taken care of.

What you hated though, was how protective they were of you and that protectiveness passed onto the rest of your Arsenal teammates and when you were called up to the Lionesses, Leah and Beth’s protectiveness passed onto the rest of your national teammates.

Fast forward four years later, you’re now twenty-one, still living with Lia, minus Caitlin. You loved to call yourself a child of divorce, the ex-couple finding it amusing.

Right now, you and Lia were walking into Emirates Stadium to get ready for the match. You walk over to your cubby right next to you other mom.

“Hey, babes. Did you take a nap?” Caitlin pulls you into a hug, kissing the side of your head. You only nod, still feeling the sleepiness.

You get ready in your game kit, putting your warm up shirt over. Grabbing your hairbrush and some hair ties, you walk over to where Steph is, sitting on the ground between her legs, where she starts doing your hair, no questions asked, on of the perks of being the team baby.

Running onto the pitch, you start to warm up, partnering with Kyra. Couple minutes in, the fans started cheering, louder than any cheer you’ve heard just during warmups.

“Hey, isn’t that the girl you’re always watching?”

“What? Like I’m some stalker?” Your eyes wide, not sure what Lia meant when she walked up to you.

“No, like movies and that show she did. What was it? Wednesday or something?”

You look up to where she’s pointing on the big screen, seeing none other than Jenna Ortega. Your eyes instantly lights up, not knowing she would be at your match, or even in England.

Before your teammates knew it, you were up in the stands giving her a big hug.

“That doesn’t look like a very platonic hug, doesn’t it?” Katie asks Caitlin.

With her brows furrowed, she walks over to her ex-girlfriend asking if she’s seeing the same thing.

“She needs a good talking to.”

“Her or the girl?”

“We’ll talk to our kid and make Leah talk to the girl.”

“Ah. Good thinking.”

Walking towards where you were on the stands, they both call you over, saying it’s time to go back through the tunnel.

“Well, those are my mums. I’ll see you after the game so don’t go anywhere.”

You give Jenna a crooked grin. She lifts a hand up to cup your cheek, giving it a little pinch.

“You’re too cute. I’ll be sure to stay here.”

“Okay. See you later!”

Giving her a quick hug, you run off to Caitlin and Lia, them wrapping an arm each around you.

“Who was that?”

“Yeah, when’d you get a girlfriend?”

Your eyes go wide and purposefully ignore the questions, running away from them.

———

The match starts with Arsenal’s possession. Everything’s been all back and forth so far.

Meanwhile, Leah makes her way to the stands where your very popular guest is sitting.

“Mind if I sit here?” Leah asks, pointing at the empty seat next to the brunette.

“No, go ahead.”

Getting comfortable, the two watch the match, not really acknowledging each other. Leah, the great speaker that she is, is having a hard time to give the apparent girlfriend of her little cub the ‘talk’.

“How rude of me. I’ve not introduced myself. I’m Leah.”

“Jenna.” She shakes Leah’s hand that was held out to her.

“It’s very nice to meet you Jenna.”

“You as well.”

“Okay. Now, I saw that you know our baby gunner over there.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, yeah. We’re close.”

“How close would you say is close?”

“I’m not comfortable sharing things about my private life.”

“Uh, how do I put this, I have been given a job by her mums to basically find out more about you.”

“You know her moms?”

“Well team mums. I’m like the big sister, so I guess I’m trying to give you the ‘talk’ which is not going so well right now.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I thought you were a fan.”

“It’s all good. The whole team is just very protective of Y/N. We’ve known her since she was seventeen and filled in familial roles for her.”

The two were chatting it up, Leah getting to know the actress and paying attention to the match going on. Disappointment ran through both Leah and Jenna when the opposition scored in the twenty-fifth minute.

After that, everything’s been going back and forth, not much else happening. The Arsenal fans were losing hope once the ninetieth minute came. However, on the ninety-second minute, you stole the ball from your opponent, dribbling around her. Everyone was on the edge of their seat. You kicked the ball through their legs and shot a banger right passed the keeper’s gloves, equalizing the match.

You ran towards where Jenna was seated, seeing Leah next to her, but not thinking much of it, and sent a kiss her way, making her blush. Leah pretends to grab it and put it into her pocket making you laugh as you celebrate with the team.

Just two minutes after that, you sent a pass to Alessia, who makes it into the back of the net, giving you the lead. You run up to her and jump into her arms, screaming. The final whistle blows not long after, sending the fans cheering.

Leah as Jenna to follow her as she was going to the pitch, wanting to celebrate with her teammates. You, on the other hand, went to where Jenna was seated, not seeing her anymore, when hands cover your eyes.

“I can’t see!”

“You’re so cute.” You recognize the voice making your turn to face her.

“Jenna! I thought you left!” You wrap your arms around her waist, hers around your neck, standing up straight, her legs lifting off the ground because of your much taller form.

“I told you I wouldn’t.” You let her go, but keep your hands on her waist.

“Babes, you’re needed for an interview.” You tune to your right to see Lia and Caitlin.

“Ugh.” You throw your head back, not wanting to do an interview.

“Off you go. Don’t want to keep anyone waiting.”

“Wait for me again?” You ask Jenna, getting a nod in response.

Once you leave, Caitlin and Lia step closer to Jenna.

“Hi, I’m Lia, this is Caitlin. What are your intentions with Y/N?”

“Well, when she’s done, I intend to take her to this restaurant she’s been wanting to try, but not without me, so I’ve reserved a seat for us there. And for the future, the same thing I’ve been doing which is to be patient and love her all the same, even more.”

“Woah, you’re good.” Caitlin didn’t expect that response.

“Yeah, I’ve tried to give her the talk, very likable person she is.”

“Hey, guys! What are we talking about?” You join back with them after your interview.

“Your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? I-uh-d-don’t have a-a—”

“They figured it out.” Jenna interrupts your stuttered response.

“Fine. I have a girlfriend. It’s so cool right!” You give everyone your famous bright smile.

Caitlin and Lia wrap an arm each around you, walking towards the tunnel.

“We still have to give you the talk thought.”

“What? No, please don’t!”

[cfcreative]

If Korydass was a Companion in BG3

This is just touching on Act 1…

The big Kory disapproval moments are any time you’re an outright asshole, really. Abandoning or killing potential companions is a huge no-no. Killing the tieflings OR the druids and she will turn against you outright. You get an approval bump from her for saving the Owlbear Cub and Scratch, but there’s also a big approval boost for treating the distressed Frog in the swamp with kindness.

General chatter in early game will see her very awkwardly flirting with Karlach (of course ❤️‍🔥); but also getting a little flirty with Wyll or Shadowheart.

(So much more after the break!)

When Kory gets the slightest hint that Shadowheart likes animals but is trying to suppress it, Kory goes all in on pointing out rare birds or offering to help with her fears of wolves. The wolf thing doesn’t get a great response, but there will be another ambient dialogue about it in Act 3 after the events of the House of Grief, one where Shadowheart does take Kory up on the offer.

Another ambient dialogue soon after recruiting Karlach would be Kory and Karlach both offering horn-care suggestions for Wyll after his transformation. Towards the end of the conversation there’s an exchange that goes somewhere along these lines:

Wyll: Is it polite to ask for assistance with the cleaning process?

Karlach: “Depends with tieflings.I’d pick stones outta my friends’ if we got too rough-and-tumble. Mum and Dad and I would help each other out with the annoying nooks in each others’. But you know, you gotta gauge it person to person and never handle someone else’s horns without asking first.

Korydass: “I’ve been led to understand that is always something… intimate for Dragonborn. Something that you’d only ask a lover to do.”

Wyll: “Led to understand?”

Korydass: “I haven’t spent a lot of time around other Dragonborn.”

Wyll: “Oh.”

Shortly after this Karlach would offer to point out the proper oil to buy for his horns when they next saw it and the dialogue would end.

Kory would absolutely have something to say about the exsanguinated boar, which would change depending on if Astarion was in the party at the time or not. After the Vampire reveal, she’ll note she’d suspected he was a vampire since then (if you have not found the boar or she wasn’t in party, she’ll be surprised).

An early exchange with Lae’zel would have her nearly flirting with Kory, and it all going over Kory’s head:

Lae’zel: “You fight ferociously, like the beasts you embody.”

Korydass: “Well, that’s, um, the point of undergoing the transformation.”

Lae’zel: “I appreciate your tactical approach as well. You beguile your foes with your seemingly soft nature, then you tear out their throats when they’ve let their guard down.”

Korydass (surprised, and honestly a little alarmed by the description): “I—uh… thank… you?”

Lae’zel: “However, you could do with physical training for this form. Should you wish it, I will assist you.”

Korydass: “I’ll… take that into considerstion.”

There will be chatter between her and Gale about assisting him with the cooking; Gale politely calls her cooking “rustic” and Kory takes it as a massive compliment. They do discuss foraging quite at bit, with Gale occasionally making requests of Kory for certain ingredients if she can manage it or use druidic magic to grow said ingredients.

If you’re wondering about her romance, check under the bonus on this post.

[newtonsheffield]

PLEASE MOLLY I NEED MORE COUNTRY ROADS ILL TAKE ANY SCRAPS YOU GOT JUST PLEASE

Anonymous asked:

Could we maybe get a little snippet of Anthony just being so shameless when Kates pregnant. Just being like “yeah she’s pregnant. I’ve had sex with her” and everyone just sighs as they say “We didn’t ask”

Gonna just combine these two because it feels like the vibe.

Anthony had a possessive streak, Kate had known that from the very first trip they'd taken into town, when his hand had settled possessively on her hip when she'd tugged him into the one tiny cafe, smiling at the woman behind the counter.

"Still here?"

Kate had nodded, leaning back against Anthony, "Yeah, I'm staying for the season, I'm sure I said."

The woman had looked surprised, "Well, still. We all wondered. It can be hard out there. And Anthony! A surprise to see you in here this week."

"I'm with Kate." His voice had been a grunt, his lips brushing her cheek.

"Anthony needs some lumber, and I convinced him to make a day of it." Kate hummed, bending down to look in the pastry case. "He's sweet for humouring me."

He'd squeezed her hand, shifting uncomfortably behind her before he mumbled, "We're going to the bookstore together too."

"Yeah we're going to the bookstore. You want a cherry bakewell, Bear?"

But that hadn't been her first clue. It had been when they had gotten to the lumberyard that she'd noticed what he really meant.

She'd nudged Anthony off in the direction of the maple he'd been after, watching with an odd flutter in her chest as Anthony's eyes lit up.

She'd meandered around, peering carefully around a little curious when she heard a voice call out.

"Can I help you?" The was a man making his way towards her, his smile bright, friendly as he made his way over.

Kate shook her head, "Oh! No thanks! I'm just waiting for someone."

The man raised his eyebrows, looking around. "There's no-one hear but Bridgerton, and you can't be waiting for him."

Kate's brow had furrowed. "Why-?"

"There you are, Muffin." Anthony's arm had snaked around her waist, spinning her quickly, his lips claiming hers roughly for a long moment, his hand tilting her chin up to deepen it, staling the breath from her chest.

Anthony pulled back, nuzzling against her neck for a moment, almost as though he was scenting her from a moment before he turned towards the other man. "Tom, you've met my girl, Kate."

"Your girl?" He sounded a little perplexed, as though he couldn't make them fit together in his head.

"Yeah. My girl, Kate." His arm was slung over her shoulder, something burning in her chest at the clear possession in his voice, something the proud feminist in her wanted to reject. She should have hated it but everything about him made her want to pull Anthony closer.

"I was waiting on Bridgerton actually." Kate hummed, kissing his cheek. "I'll wait in the truck, babe."

And it had only gotten worse in the months since she'd sat on the floor of their bathroom her heart pounding in her chest as she stared down at the smiley face on a pregnancy test.

Anthony had been so happy, his eyes filling with tears as he pressed his fingers against her stomach. "We're having a baby? I was- I was going to ask you to marry me, I- Kate I love you so much."

Kate had shaken her head, tears trailing down her own face, mingling with his. "Ask me some other time Papa Bear. I promise you I'll say yes."

Every time she looked at him these days she saw it. The glint of pride in his eyes when he looked at her, his fingers curling over her stomach.

And he just couldn't help himself apparently, when Mary and Edwina visited them the next moth. Anthony's voice had been gentle in her ear, the night before,

"We don't have to tell them about Cub if you aren't ready."

She'd rolled her eyes, "I'm excited about Cub. And I want my Mum and sister to know."

His smile had been so beautiful, with his forehead pressed against hers, breathing deeply. "I love you so fucking much."

"Still not as much as I love you, bear."

Even so, anxiety had built in her stomach as Mary had settled on the sofa, humming as she looked around.

"I can see why you left London, it's beautiful out here."

Even Edwina had nodded, "It is the little like the beginning of a horror movie, or Pete's Dragon, I'm not sure."

Kate had rolled her eyes, looking around at the home Anthony had said he'd built for her, for them: he just hadn't known it at the time. "Anthony built a beautiful home."

"Very." Mary agreed, smiling Gently as Anthony darted inside, finally home for the day his coat hung nervously in the coatrack.

"Mary, Eddie, I hope- I hope the drive wasn't too hard."

Mary shook her head gently, "It was beautiful, we were just admiring your home."

Anthony's cheeks flushed, "I've- I've really tried to make it nice for Kate."

Her hand shot out, tugging him down for a quick kiss, "You make everything nice."

"You two make everything foul." Edwina rolled her eyes, thought she was smiling, "I'm not sure I could stand much more of this."

"Not even if more was your nephew or niece?"

Mary and Edwina both froze for a long moment before Edwina's mouth fell open and Mary gasped, "Katie."

"They're due in February." Kate couldn't keep the smile off her face as her mother rushed forward, wrapping her arms tightly around her, holding her close, Edwina piling on.

"I'm- I'm the Dad." Anthony said quietly, his chest swelling with pride. "It's- I'm the Dad."

Mary shot him an incredulous look for a moment before she saw how proud he was, how his hand had darted out to press against the spot where their child was growing before she smiled gently. "I thought as much. You get in here too Papa."

And he just couldn't help it it seemed.

"Mum, Kate and I are having a baby." He announced when Violet next visited, practically vibrating with excitement.

The people in town, "We're having a baby!" he practically crowed as he passed.

Even the doctor who'd said "And Dad do you have any illnesses in your family we should-?"

"I'm Dad! That's me!"

And it made Kate's heart stutter in her chest every time.

"You're really excited aren't you?" Kate asked one day as they sat together, the fire crackling in front of them, curled up under the blanket embroidered with his name. "To be a Dad?"

Anthony took a shuddering breath, his fingers drumming in the swell of her stomach for a moment before he nodded against her. "I always-I always wanted to be a Dad. My Dad was so kind, and full of love, and he taught me... he taught me everything, and I wanted to be just like him. A Dad who loved his wife, and his kids. But I never thought that I'd find someone who'd love me like that."

It would be the most beautiful thing Kate had ever seen, she was sure of it. Anthony as a father to their child. Proud, and strong and nurturing. A true protector. Tears stung at Kate's eyes, as she tilted his chin up so his met hers. Pressing her words against his skin. "Anthony I love you enough to give you 15 little cubs if that's what you want."

He took another deep breath, shaking his head, "Can we have this one and see how we go?"

And the minute their son's cried pierced the night for the very first time, Kate knew she'd been right.

"Dad, do you want to cut the cord?" The doctor asked, "Then you and Mum can hold him."

Anthony swiped at his tears roughly with the hand not clenching hers, his lips pressed against her forehead as he stumbled forwards, his voice shaking with emotion. "That's me. I'm Dad. I'm his Dad."

"You're his Dad."

And of course, when she found Anthony in the living room a few weeks later, Edmund tucked neatly into his arms, dressed i his little bear onesie, and Anthony cleared his throat and said, "Neddy Bear has a question for you."

Before he thrust a tiny wooden bear cub at her, the tiny writing reading Will you marry, Papa?

Kate couldn't help but tease him. Even though the answer had sprung to her lips immediately along with the tears.

"You'll have to remind me who your papa is first Edmund. He hasn't told me all day."

[zenpookie]

The Chains that Bind Us

Chapter 3

Tav bit her thumb. She surveyed the items in her pack, hoping that it would last her the 20 day trek down to Athkala. They'd have to stop at an inn and then again to restock at Beregost. She was deep in thought when her the room door slammed open.

"Tav." Jaheira nudged a young blonde girl into the room.

"Hells, Jaheira. Have you ever heard of knocking?"

"You left the door ajar." Jaheira explained, unapologetically. "You remember my daughter? Fig will be joining you to Athkala."

"It is not exactly a holiday, Jaheira."

"Exactly. That's why you're taking her. She needs some field experience. She's a good fighter. You need good fighters." She pointed a finger at Tav. "I know why you asked me to come, but I am too old to be going on adventures with you, and quite frankly I need some peace and quiet around the house."

Tav stared at Jaheira blankly, knowing better than to argue. "All right, Jaheira."

Jaheira smiled, triumphantly. She turned to Fig. "You would do well to listen to her. Don't disappoint me." She prodded a finger at Fig's chest.

Fig rolled her eyes. "Mum...."

"No objections." Jaheira wagged a finger at her daughter.

"You do know Astarion is coming."

"And Minsc... But, yes. It worries me somewhat that the vampire lord will be on this journey. I know you and Minsch will watch out for her. Plus, Astarion and I have come to an understanding. He doesn't toe too far out of line, and I don't bombard his palace with flaming arrows. He knows better than to harm my kin." Jaheira winked.

Tav smiled. Good old Jaheira. "Did you bring your supplies, Fig?"

Fig sheepishy looked up at Tav. "Yes."

"You can leave them in my room. We leave at first light tomorrow. You and Minsc can meet me here?"

Fig nodded, excitedly, "Yes, aunt Tav. They're just downstairs, I'll go get them." She fled out the room.

"She's grown." Tav said quietly. "I haven't seen her since she was hitting that dummy as a child."

"She still hits that dummy. All day. All night." Jaheira sighed, showing the lines of her age across her face. "You know I would come with you, cub. Even just to keep Fig out of trouble--"

"You don't have to explain to me, Jaheira." Tav placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'll watch over her, and I'll make sure Astarion behaves."

"I knew I could count on you, cub." She pulled Tav into a tight embrace. "It is so good to see you. When you disappeared, I was worried."

"I know. I'm sorry I never wrote."

Jaheira shook her head. "You're just picking up bad habits from an old woman."

A stomping noise came running up the stairs. Fig returned with her pack, panting. Jaheira and Fig said their goodbyes to Tav. Tav watched from her window as the pair meandered down the street toward their home. Fig skipped and cartwheeled as Jaheira gestured wildly in an attempt to control her energetic teenager from running into other people. As they turned the corner, now out of sight, Tav watched the sun set over the rooftops of Baldur's Gate.

Tomorrow. She thought. She sank into a lounging chair and saw the last bit of light slip away from the city. She watched as the flicker of candles began to shine in the windows. She stared at the old Szarr palace in the distance. She was lost in thought. Gale. Astarion. The Crown of Karsus. She was determined not to let it happen again. Never again. Her eye lids grew heavy as her body sank further into her chair.

Tomorrow is a new day.

[besiegedhunter]

Do you have ideas about Ben's name? I saw idea that it could mean "deep speaking" or something like this

Oh yeah, from benthos and exegesis, right? Honestly it's the best thing I've heard so far and, though I've not looked into the etymology of it, I haven't found anything myself.

I do have some stray thoughts however pertaining to in game things regarding his name.

Like, I think I've talked or alluded to my thoughts about Ben possibly being a previous Fang but idk if I've talked about Red's name: Projekt Red. Like, I think it's fair to say that Red isn't her name and she may not even remember what her name was, effectively making her have none. Say Grandma or Kal'tsit decided to call her by what is on her coat for instance.

But, Fangs raised from an age so young that it's all they've ever known, by ancient Wolfs could end up without a name or possibly with one that's quite outdated as of present. Like I wouldn't claim that Lunacub's name is outdated but it's almost certainly given to her by Agnese and the name is "Moon Cub" or "Moon Child" which, if you're more elaborate could well become "Depth Explanation" if the Ben name theory is correct.

It would fly in the face of Ben's backstory of his Mum sending him to University and I don't see why he'd lie about that but if he didn't have a name I could see Signora Sicily giving him that name as a joke, maybe with a backstory.

Alternatively, Ben as a Fang theory to the side, it may just be a cover as he's Sicily's informant or holds more significance and so using that with a name so blatantly tailored to him could be to hide his actual name.

I also want to ponder it possibly having roots in Greek could be significant. Like, it's probably a joke or Siracusans have Greek names because of irl stuff or there's some unknown connection we've not seen yet (I do hope it's this)

But I stumbled upon some stuff quite some time ago that I thought was interesting and while I don't think it's been referenced in Arknights yet? I did make a mental note of it.

And that's the story of King Lycaon, the Greek story of a King who upon offending Zeus was turned into a wolf and the probable namesake for Lycanthropy(?). There was a whole festival revolving around it that could've ended up in Italy, but point is that it's a prominent story about Wolves and if his name having Greek in it is more than the Depth Explanation joke, could possibly mean there's something to this story pertaining to either him or Siracusa's story going forward.

Which is a more out there thought but throw enough at a wall and eventually something will stick, right? And I'd like to see this story inspire something in Arknights, even if it's only a Minos Lupo (please please please)

But those are my out there thoughts regarding his name. I don't really have any clue regarding the etymology and can only take cracks at any in game significance but I hope it's alright. That and that we see more of Ben.

[spacerangersam]

Ghosts vampire/werewolf au lore??? 👀

I did write a bit about it here, in case you haven’t see it ( https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/spacerangersam/689661464978604032?source=share ) but like, always happy to talk more about my aus asdfgh.

Also, I don’t know if you mean lore about how specifically vampires/werewolves work in this au or just, general info about this au, so I'll give you a bit of both. Sorry in advance for how long this is.

So, for the world itself, I imagine it's one where all humans know that supernatural beings exist, but it's like, generally hard to find them

It's like spotting a wild fox- very cool, but mindblowing. Certainly, no one's bringing out their pitchforks to hunt them down

Well, some people are, but that's a very small minority, and it's universally considered a bit of a dick move

And there are plenty of supernatural beings who live in human cities and whatnot, but it's not common

Especially with vampires

Speaking of: vampires don't turn into bats, they turn into a pile of writhing leeches. I remember someone telling me that was an idea Bram Stoker originally had before the bats, and while I can't find a source for that, I love it so it's vampire canon to me now

Alison is horrified when this first happens

Vampires can be seen in mirrors/photographs, as long as there's no silver lining/or silver in the film.

They can go in the sun with a lot of sunscreen on, but it's still a big risk. it's best to be careful and get a skincare potion from a witch

And with the Buttons specifically - the reason there's only that small handful left is simply that most Buttons, when turned into vampires, immediately leave the manor

Who can blame them? being stuck with your entire family for all of eternity sounds horrible

George did try to kill Stephanie like in canon back when she was still human, but either Humphrey or Kitty found and turned her just in time

Later down the line, she returned the favour to Captain, who was using the house as a base during WW2 but became incredibly ill

But was it a normal illness, or something else? Who knows.

There's no a/b/o stuff with the werewolves, I cannot stress this enough. Packs are either family groups, or like, a group of friends. If there are any leaders, then they're the parents or the most parent-like

Sort of on that note, Pat still does scouting, but his group is pretty much exclusively made up of cubs from the plague pack, named as such because they were all turned during the black plague

Werewolves turn you through scratches, vampires through biting, but it has to be intentional. A werewolf can scratch you, but unless they’re doing it with the aim to turn you, the only thing it will do is hurt

Why? No one knows. It’s magic

Unlike vampires, werewolves can be born. So Pat, Daley, and Robin were all born vampires, whereas Mary, Thomas and Alison were turned

I'd like to think it was Robin who turned Mary. Maybe she tried to help him when he got injured in his wolf form once, so when he saw the witchfinders coming, he ran ahead and offered to turn her to save her

She agreed, and they made their own little two-person pact

Skip ahead a few decades and after Thomas is turned, the Buttons essentially demand that they take him in

Skip ahead a bit further and the trio meet Pat wandering the woods sadly, fresh from his divorce, missing his pack

He joins the group they become a proper pack.

Daley visits, when his mum lets him

Pat and Cap definitely have like, a frenemies to lovers thing going on. Everyone is aware of this except for Pat and Cap

And despite the tension between the Buttons and the Pack, plenty of them are still friends. Julian and Robin still play chest together, Kitty and Marry hang out a lot- it’s mostly Stephanie and Cap causing the tension

Every full moon werewolves are forced to turn into their wolf form, but they don’t lose control. That’s only for red moons and eclipse, and even then, it’s more like…you know in H20 how the girls would get kind of loopy around full moons? It’s like that

But on normal full moons they have a movie night and just like, pile up on each other and cuddle

Kitty and Julian are sometimes invited

The Pack all live together in a house nearby to the Button’s manor, but it’s a lot smaller and in the woods.

Pat bought it because before then they were just sort of, roughing it in the woods. Not because they couldn’t find/afford somewhere, but because they just didn’t think to

You’ve heard of Alison seeing Cap as a father figure, now get ready for her seeing Pat as a father figure

And oh yeah of course he sees her as a daughter. She's a young fatherless person in his pack? No, he's her dad now, end of. And Daley definitely sees her and Mike as his older siblings.

Mike and Daley would definitely get into a lot of hijinks…definitely

Uh, this is getting long so I better stop, but before that, one last point: since Humphrey is connected with his body here, and to make up for the no turning into bats thing, Humphrey has a pet bat called Body. It’s a Salem situation, you know? A bastard that’s been stuck in the form of an animal to pay for his crimes

But the only one who pays is Humphrey

…okay, think I’m done for now

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Bears are mostly solitary and females raise their cubs without male assistance - and it's usually 2-4 cubs, too. So with that said, how do you think the de Rolos end up with Trinket's cub, Charlie?

Is he an unrelated bear cub they 'liberated' from some traveling merchants? Or perhaps Vex saw a cub in the woods with its mother and thought 'holy shit that's a Trinket baby, THATS why he was off roaming last year' and had a Speak with Animals chat with the mum about shared custody (say, she couldn’t raise all four cubs with her given territory so Vex and Trinket got one)? Did Trinket just happen upon a cub and decide 'well, if Vex did it for me, I'll do it for this kid'?

I think that it's partially the second and third ones. Trinket finds Charlie in the woods and decides that it's his kid now because he's so tiny and frail and was probably abandoned by his mom. And also Charlie smells a little like Trinket and he realizes oh shit this is my cub and he was abandoned so he picks Charlie up by the scruff and goes back to the house where he promptly finds Vex and drops the cub at her feet, nudging Vex to help him.

Vex speaks with him and he tells her the whole thing, and then says he's going to take care of Charlie just like Vex took care of him. And she is so proud of her bear that she tells him everything she knows about raising bear cubs so he can be the best dad ever.

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

Freddy gently tapped his fingers on the table and tried not to keep looking at the doorway of the café like a nervous blind date. Carolyn had promised that she’d turn up, and he knew she would. But that didn’t stop the doubt from creeping in around his thoughts. Didn’t stop him from worrying that perhaps meeting up in a public space after the shitshow that was his parents’s most recently aired argument was a bad idea.

The door clicked, and Freddy’s attention jumped to it. Carolyn sauntered in, seemingly ignorant of the paparazzi flashes behind her. The door was hauled shut, a security guard’s low voice somehow cut through the noise of incessant questions. Or perhaps it was one of the officers her mother had been able to spare. Freddy couldn’t remember either way. It was one of those little facts that didn’t matter to others, but that were important to him.

‘Nice quiet morning,’ Freddy greeted, trying for a small smile as she dropped into the seat opposite him. He’d seen her both glammed up to the nines, and when her hair was an absolute mess because of late night revision or sickness. He’d seen almost every look Carolyn Grainger had to throw at the world, and yet despite the carefully thought out makeup, the outfit that could have come off a catwalk for some vogue holiday runway, it was the look in her eyes that had him sagging back in his seat.

Freddy took a deep breath and loosened the tie around his neck even further. The look in her eyes reminded him of a lioness before protecting her cubs. It was the look so few people truly got to see because it was the very heart of who she was. Where Alia hid her heart behind barbs and he hid his behind jokes, Carolyn hid hers behind the façades she wore for different people.  

‘How bad?’ she asked, leaning forwards on the table ever so slightly. It was a testament to how willing she was for him to be in control of the whole thing that she hadn’t moved the chair to be beside him. He knew she’d want to hug him, to have some sort of contact as an assurance of comfort. But so much control that morning had already been taken, she was giving him that power back.

‘Awful,’ he admitted, almost regretting the distance. It would have been so easy to simply sink his head against his best friend’s shoulder, to allow her to give him one of her hugs that seemed to make the world around him stop. She’d have let him as well, but he knew it needed to be spoken about. ‘Mum spent half the morning bitching that Dad had forgotten to do something like eight years ago, and he barely looked up from the proposal. Then they were all happy couple and annoyingness before the debate.’

‘And needing you to play happy family.’

Freddy nodded, despite the fact he could feel the burning at the back of his throat. He’d always known how his family worked, knew that things were worse around big decisions coming up in parliament, but sometimes he hated it. Especially the older he got. The more he saw through it all, rather than fooling himself into thinking it was some big game.

‘Since when did questions about family need to come with paperwork?’

Freddy hadn’t realised his hand was across the table until he felt Carolyn take it gently. Her skin was warmer than he’d been expecting, but he was grateful for it. It was a comfort he hadn’t known he needed.

‘Maybe since that one time you went on morning TV and were very obviously hung over?’ There was a wicked smile across her lips in an instant, but that look remained behind her eyes. Freddy didn’t doubt that she’d have found a way to get his parents arrested – or at least questioned – for something if his mood didn’t bounce back to normal within a day.

‘Slander,’ he reminded her, wagging his finger reproachfully. ‘From what I remember, that was the night you decided to finally give us the full story of you and Tamas.’

Carolyn shrugged nonchalantly before her expression turned serious. ‘Whatever they said,’ she told him, hitting the truth of his need for her with an ease that was a little uncanny, ‘they were wrong, Freddy.’ She gave his hand a squeeze, and Freddy forced himself to keep looking at her, to maintain eye-contact. ‘You are one of the best people I know. Brains, heart… Looks.’ She smiled as Freddy felt a small grin slipping onto his own lips, not because of the words, because of the honesty he could read on her expression. ‘Honestly, only the fact you snore like a fucking train is a downside for you.’

A laugh broke free for Freddy then, and he gave her hand a squeeze; grateful that he’d only had to send her a sad face emoji for her to find him.

Merry Christmas @fiercefray; I hope you enjoy this little drabble that's more of Carolyn and Freddy.

[upperranktwo]

Just got back from the zoo and I had a good time!! Didn't see the tiger babies but hopefully next time I will 😭 I saw their mum when she was a cub so I'd love to her daughters as well 🥺 also saw the male lion and he is always a sight and the baby giraffe!!! Not been in Jan 2022 so there was a lot of new changes!

Photos aren't amazing since I didn't take my actual camera

[rottenbrainstuff]

BG3 playthrough: DONE ACT 1

Major Spoilers!

One important note to start: I see a lot of people say they’re not sure if they should give the gith egg to Lady Esther or not, they feel uncomfortable, they feel like they’re going to experiment on it, I saw someone say. Experiment. I’m kind of disappointed in these reactions… Lady Esther says, they want to take the child and raise it out of its culture to see if it can be “cured” of its “violent nature.” This should really be immediately reminding North Americans of the native residential schools. That was literally the reason they were started, that was literally their mandate. I’m kind of disappointed any North Americans playing this game didn’t automatically see the enormous red flag there and think of residential schools.

My oldest kiddo has started the game and I’ve been comparing notes. It seems like the latest patch might have fixed some frustrating weirdness, ie, some approvals have been fixed so you always get them instead of having to pick extremely specific, non-obvious dialogue branches sometimes, the owlbear cub now seems to show up at the goblin camp if you use speak with animal on the mum whereas before it would only show up with a handle animal check, etc etc. Little housekeeping things. That’s neat. So keep in mind, things I noted in previous posts that would only work if you did X or Y now may work much more broadly.

Anyway the rest of the crèche. Well, fuck me.

So previously I dicked around and did all the fun stuff in the crèche: defacing portraits, Ko’kuu and the unhatched egg, Varrl, comparing dialogue when I spoke to people vs the reactions Lae’zel got… fun, cute. I even blew everything up with the blood of lathander to see if I could get that cutscene where Astarion throws a fit (note: he must be resurrected by Withers, if you bring him back with a scroll he doesn’t have the dialogue, for some reason)

Now I went back to try to do the plotty stuff, the zaith’isk and the inquisitor. Fuck. Everything here is a clusterfuck and there are no good outcomes. I feel so bad for Lae’zel, and my brain is going crazy thinking about things.

So the zaith’isk: man. You can either insist that you’re going first without any good reason, or you can let Lae’zel go first like she wants. The zaith’isk is going to cause some REALLY awful PERMANENT stat damage if you fail some rolls, and the damage might not be immediately obvious. (One unfortunate player said they only noticed the damage 12 hours later!!) If Lae’zel goes, the DC rolls to prevent the damage are horribly high. If you go, the DCs are lower, but the dialogue convincing her to let you go first sucks. And whatever happens, Lae’zel is still clinging to her faith in vlaakith and it’s horrible to watch. Sadly, roleplay taken into consideration, time wasted rerolling a million times taken into consideration, in the end I decided to let her go first and let the first check fail, so that’s a permanent -2 to int for her. I dunno. I think it makes story sense for all of this to leave a permanent mark on her, and gameplay-wise, an intelligence hit won’t be too critical for her, being a fighter. I made the next check because it gave a deception option and my check for that is higher and got her out of that fucking machine. Harrowing. It was never designed to heal anyone in the first place. Even Astarion was yelling at me to get her out of that thing.

And then the inquisitor.

Dream guardian spoilers below - this is the one area I wish hadn’t been spoiled for me before I started playing, so read more at your own risk.

So man, this all is really interesting. I’ve read general spoilers about the dream visitor, I know about the Emperor, but knowing this I think is actually just making me even MORE confused. (But in a good way! It’s amazing that even though I’ve read end-of-game spoilers, I still don’t know what’s going on, and I’m still surprised at what is happening. I think that’s the mark of really good writing) So look, I just found two secret forbidden books about Orpheus, I just talked to a cute githyanki kid about Orpheus, I’ve heard about his history and the heretical story that he’s actually the rightful heir and Vlaakith is a usurper. And now guess what, suddenly everyone is saying there’s a person trapped in the prism, suddenly everyone is trying to find them, suddenly everyone is saying they have a secret that will cause a revolution against Vlaakith, suddenly I go inside the prism and whose ass do I meet while I am there… Is the Emperor / the game actually trying to trick the player into thinking he is Orpheus? Do players who haven’t read any spoilers think the dream visitor may be Orpheus in some way? When Vlaakith is talking about needing to kill the one inside the artifact because they are lying and corrupt, who is she actually talking about? Orpheus or the dream visitor? When Voss says he wants to free the tenant of the prism, does he have any idea that there’s apparently two people in there? Why the hell is the guardian even there at all? What is he doing? Why is he fighting Orpheus if they both appear to want the same thing? Hey on that note, why does the emperor glance at dead mindflayers on the nauteloid in the starting cinematic before the dragons have even attacked the ship at all? Why is he not on the ship during the escape? What exactly is happening in that beginning cinematic????? WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON??!??

I have so many questions! (Good questions! It’s fun to think about! Please don’t tell me any answers. I’d rather find out the rest through the game now, if I can)

And god, Lae’zel was still clinging to some last little shred of hope that this is all still just a big test for her to pass. Man. What a clusterfuck at this crèche. I was not prepared for everything that happened. I loved all the parts where Lae’zel was yelling at me to do things and the dream visitor was yelling at me to stop, one in each ear like damn I don’t know who to trust and I don’t know what to do. Everyone stop yelling at me and let me think for five minutes would you??? Incredible.

And then after all that, Voss shows up!!! That was hilarious, because I wasn’t expecting him. When I woke up, I thought maybe Lae’zel wanted to get busy again but no, it’s his old face and troll doll-ass hair. He’s also talking about how he’s been searching for aeons to find the prism and free the one that’s trapped inside it. He must mean Orpheus, and the dream visitor seems content to let us continue down that path of assumption. Even Lae’zel thinks it’s ok to trust him now! She used to the be the one the most sure that it was all a mindflayer trick! How fascinating!

I need my oldest kiddo to hurry up and get to this point in the game. As far as I know she hasn’t read endgame spoilers and I desperately want to hear her thoughts about the dream guardian at the end of act 1.

It all reminds me a bit of the faun from Pan’s Labyrinth, and how each meeting with him made your feelings about him swing back and forth between trust and distrust.

Last note: I seem to have found an infinite backpack glitch at the very start of act 2. Too bad it’s not an actually useful / valuable item, but it still made me laugh. I wonder if I should collect a whole bunch of backpacks and make a backpack shrine somewhere…..

On to act 2! I can’t wait to see what my lovely tiefling friends have been up to, I’m sure they’ve all been traveling SAFE AND SOUND on the road!!

[tiny-tigers]

I think the new fleet of England players at Tigers has people forgetting they were almost relegated three years ago!

It’s good to have different perspectives, I’d consider myself a neutral to be fair. We live in North London so my dad and brothers have always supported Sarries! But my mum would take me and my sister out when the boys went to games. She’s always been very uninterested in sport and loves a ‘girly’ glam day out🤣 But rugby was still discussed so I know a lot from what I heard. We do go to England games as a family though (going this Saturday!) because my Dad’s business is affiliated with them so it’s complimentary, which I know I’m very lucky to enjoy! What made you choose Tigers if you don’t mind me asking?

She was on love island last year and her dad is an ex England footballer. I actually used to follow DK before she was on tv and he still had a photo with her on instagram from a ski trip they went on. Her mum still had quite a few photos of him too. But when she went on the show everything had gone, so they’re still friendly enough to ask for things to be deleted. It is also why I found the recent rumours about her and LRZ dating being so entertaining🤣 She has a type!

You really do own the perfect nickname now gossipanon as we both were unaware of all these and for someone who doesn't follow much you know more than us ����

Tell me about it that match to escape relegation was so stressful 🙃 and it made me believe how much George cared about his club because like he said himself he could have left but he sticked even in the tough time and helped develop the tigers cubs , no wonders he is packed up with Jack again by Steve.

Oh noooo Saracens 😭 reputation + Owen + They sacked Jeff...

Good question , I feel for Toby in England camp and went naturally for Tigers but I sticked because they had also Ben youngs and I was a fan at the time. Made a lot of friends through rugby so since it was because of Leicester it was my club, I learned a lot because they always had one of the best media content on display in terms of quantity for sure. So you felt always very involved with the players and the club. I also had my dad promising he would travel with me to see Toby so Leicester always felt special and when Toby left, I first sticked with George but when George left I couldn't really enjoy their new club fully so I stopped and only stayed to watch one or 2 rugbymatchs / year on telly and only was involved with England team not club. I had a pause during Bath-Toulouse era a bit yeah...

But do you want to read something terrible? For the first time in 10+ years I think Because of Jack I think I would be able to switch team if he was leaving. He gave me so much and the others have already left or retired anyways .. That is also why I do not have any problem of rivalry with saints because I am dedicated to the players not to the badge , I am driven by the players I support only. It doesn't mean I do not like the club, stewards especially are BRILLIANT at Leicester. I Think the family label is fucking bullshit tho. Some people used it to me and then turned their back instantly the first second I had constructive criticisms against my own club. 🙄

They are not perfect but I like what they are doing at Leicester for sure! Academy is incredible and give a real chance to players. The documentary of rugby pass was so interesting for that. Have you ever seen the range of our merch also ???

Anyways Saracens or not if you come to Leicester let me know ♡ got some good address as well.

I do love a girly glam day out too 🤣 I am a bit shallow on some points (not saying your sis is tho)

Never had any sunday roast but I would love having rugby and that as a family gathering.

Yeah I saw she was still following him! Oh ok what on earth 😱 I am happy jackjack prefers non celebs it would add some salts to the wound otherwise. I really do not like showbiz stuffs and how DK looks a lot like a boy into NFT , bitcoins, easy money 🤑 look at his follows... The more I know the more he disgusts me tbh.... 😖😖😖 sorry.

[mamawolfblood]

The dragon shifters are not the only ones in the world. A new breed of shifter was discovered by some human with the legal office of Dragoon affairs. Now the pack has to be divided amongst the Dragoon shifter clans. Iris Cassandra Rossi along with a few members of her pack was sent to Stonefire. Will the two Shifter clans work together or against eachother.

Name Iris Cassandra Rossi

Age 29

Looks-5ft9,135lb, cream skin, lavender eyes, sholder length curly red hair, she in normally found in blue jeans, grey blouse, black converses.

Her wolf is large auburn with grey eyes.

Iris took over being alpha after her father passed away. While doing her rounds one of the young ones said a human saw them. This put Iris on edge because she didn't want hunters getting near her pack. So Iris met with the Official who was fascinated by her kind. This later turned to fear and the separation of her pack. Iris still blames herself for it all but can't change anything about it.

Iris is a calm and understanding that is till her pack is in danger. She has a soft spot for children.

She likes- spicy food,children, fresh snowfall, running in the rain, full moon days

Dislikes- hunters, being separated from her family, no moon days.

Chapter 1

Iris remembers when the DDA came on her land. She didn't like it then and she doesn't like it now. They want to split up the pack and place them in the dragon shifters lands. If it weren't for the teen boy shifter they wouldn't have been discovered. The Wolfbloods have co-existed with humans and no one was the weiser. In the matter of moment dragon clan leaders will be here to take groups away. Iris looked at her mother holding her twin brothers Arrow and Alasdair. Iris tried to keep the family together but the DDA wouldn't hear of it. She managed to keep the twins together but that was the best she could do with the circumstances. "Iris flower don't blame yourself it's not your fault pet." Her mother's soft voice filled her as her mother held her cubs close to her. "My sweet cubs you are the light of my life. I am sorry for any hardship you may face. You must remember your Wolfbloods the spirit of the forest. Your wolves will always be with you our connection will always be there." Her mother was right the mind link will never be severed. Iris just wondered for how long till the humans want that.  Soon the sound of car doors alerts the pack. Iris with a sigh stood infront of her pack mates.

Iris pov

I looked around at the nervous bunch. "Brothers and sisters this is not the end. We are and forever will be a pack. We have the link so we will never truly be separated. Our wolves will guide us so one day we will return to our home goddess willing. Follow the dragons treat them like you would treat each other. We meet back here next full moon." I said making them stand and bow their heads to me followed by 'yes my alpha' I look to the tree line. "Come on now we don't bite. We may growl at ya but won't bite." I said and then five male dragon shifters came forward with a group of humans. "We are looking for the alpha." One of the humans said shaking. My eyes flash gold with a grin on my face. "Careful humans the smell of fear is enticing us." I chuckled making them hide behind the dragons. "I take it your the alpha then lass. I am Bram Moore-Llewellyn from Stonefire. I am the dragon assigned to take you and fifteen other wolves." He was tall well built black hair, blue eyes, he had a bit of scruff. "I am the alpha Iris Cassandra Rossi." I saw his lips curve up. "Fine name ya have now come we need to go." He said calmly holding out his hand to me. 'I don't trust this one.' Rain my wolf said in my head. I sigh knowing we don't have a choice. I turned and pointed to fifteen different wolves ranging from female,male,and cub. I look at my mum and brother one last time before taking Bram's hand. A shock ran trew me. The hell was that oh no it cant be. This dragon is my intended mete I thought looking up into his eyes. He to had the same shocked expression. "We will talk more about this home." He said his explanation soft before looking at the pack mates following. "Lets get going dinner will be waiting when we get there." He said pulling me along making some of them growl. 'Calm down I am fine' I growl in Lupin. Bram looked down at me confused. "Wolfbloods have our own language it called Lupin. " He nods leading us to a basket. "You all get in and I will fly us home." He said before waling ten feet away. Saying I wasn't curious would be a lie. "Alright cubs in the center the rest of us will circle around them." I said and they complied. Once we were ready I watched the dragon shifter shift. He was a beautiful cerulean blue dragon. The breath hitched in my throat when he jump into the air picking up the basket. The flight was not long but tore at my heart because my pack is being ripped from our ancestral home. I hear the sad howls of my pack and send one in reply. The life we knew before is gone now we have to play nice not only with the humans but the dragons as well.

[wolfcamellias]

How do you think Wukong and Macaque would react to having a child stare at them in a public place?

Like an itty bitty child that has no fear of the two immortals going up to them because the lil kid lost her mother in the crowd and SWK is pretty tall so she thought he could help find her.

She gave them flowers as a ‘thank you’ gift before leaving with her mum

Idk powerful people interacting with children is my shit and I thought I might as well drop an ask the first time an idea came to me since I’ve kinda been struggling to come up with ideas lately lol

This has been sitting in my inbox for a while because I didn't know how to answer it (long or short) so I'm sorry about that

When it comes to kids, Sun Wukong is wary of them, knowing he could hurt them easily if he isn't aware of his strength, he knows he can be intimidating and Macaque doesn't enjoy kids all that much, stepping away from cubs of all kinds when it comes to the little things; when this itty bitty kid walks up to them, and tugs Wukong's hem of his shirt, tells him they're lost—both macaques just stare at the small thing, tense and rigid. There's demons walking around them, humans, too, and not one seems to notice that they've stopped walking in favor of paying attention to the "hey are you listening?" and "I lost my mom, please help" coming from the small child.

They keep going, repeatedly asking if they've seen her, describing what their mum looks like, and in the midst of it Macaque just leans over and hisses in Wukong's ear, "Do you actually want to help?"

And in the midst of that question, Wukong just leans down and as gently as possible, he picks up the small kid and puts them over his shoulders. He smiles up at the kid and says, "Alright, let's go find your mom," sparing a glance at Macaque as they start walking. He counts to three and soon listens to Macaque's complaints as they stroll through the busy district.

They started their walk around eight to nine in the morning, now it's late in the evening, the two monkeys watching as the young kid perks up from his place at the highest point at the slide and rushes over to Wukong and Macaque, huffing and puffing and grabbing them both, "Come on! I just saw her, come on!" and the two larger monkeys walk with them, exchanging glances and making sure the kid doesn't trip and fall, being extra careful with them—

And then they get flowers handed to them. As a thank you.

I like to believe they kept those flowers. I like to believe they planted them in the garden.

[startanewdream]

Hi Mah, could you write something about Jily in a world where Voldemort doesn't exist? Or, Jily + baby Harry.

If you don't want to, it's okay! Thanks ❤️

Sorry for taking so long! Hope this brightens your day with Lily watching Harry growing up and so not ready for it (no Voldemort mentioned as requested). Based on a real conversation I heard yesterday!

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The first time she hears it, Lily thinks she was mistaken.

“What, Harry?” she asks, feeling a strange weight on her chest.

He turns to her again, an innocent smile on his lips. “Can I have another cup of chocolate, Mum?”

Yeah, she heard it right the first time. And it’s as bad as she thought. Mum.

She looks at her son, really stares at him trying to understand what’s prompting this difference in his treatment of her. It doesn’t look as if anything has changed from yesterday. Harry still looks like her six-year-old son, a few weeks away from turning seven, average height for his age, with a face that’s becoming more and more like his father everyday, shining green eyes behind the round-glasses he wears.

He doesn’t look any older than he is, no sudden spurge, no change at all, and yet he has called her Mum.

Not Mama.

“Sure, Harry,” she says slowly. “Mama will prepare for you, okay?”

“Thanks, Mum.”

Mum. Well, she reasons to herself as she warms the milk, it’s better than “mother”, that exaggerated formality that she has heard in other circles and that’s not at all how she and James wanted to raise Harry.

And, well, she couldn’t expect that Harry would call her “Mama” all his life. It is a childish call and Harry is not… is not a child anymore?

No, he is just six. Not her baby anymore, she can accept that. After all, Harry already manages most of his routine by himself; he wakes up alone to go to school—he goes to school—, he remembers to brush his teeth at night, he helps her take care of their garden and all. He is a fine little kid.

Not so little anymore. Soon not even a kid. Merlin, how fast has he grown up?

“Mum?”

Lily blinks, turning off the stove in time to just avoid the milk to spill. Her hands are shaking as she finishes the chocolate, offering it to him. Harry smiles at her in thanks, drinking the chocolate despite the warmth—like her, he prefers his food always hot—and giving himself a mustache in the process.

“Hey.” She grins at him, using the back of her hand to clean his face before he can use a napkin. Lily doesn’t think she is ready for that display of maturity from her son.

“It’s good,” he says gladly, swinging his feet in the chair, still unable to reach the ground. Then he jumps out of the chair. “Can I play outside now?”

“Sure,” she says and, for good measure, she messes with his hair. Harry giggles, but a part of Lily just waits for the day her son will go all teenager and complain about this caring gesture, will move away from her touch. “Leave the cup in the sink.”

Harry nods. He has to stay on his tiptoe to reach the stove and this also warms Lily a little. He isn’t that old yet.

She watches him play outside all day, debating with herself when he will stop having patience to play with his figure toys, his imagination. When he will ask for a real professional broomstick, or when he will be able to actually ride it; when he won’t have time anymore for his old mum, so grown-up and unlikely that baby she held in her arms, that reached for her with plump arms crying happily for his “Mama”...

“What is bugging you?” James asks, coming to her side and placing his arm around her waist. Lily lays her head over his shoulder.

“Harry is growing up.”

“Well, fawns grow into stags,” he says reasonably. “But there is still time.”

Lily sighs. She supposes James is right, but then she thinks she barely saw the last seven years going by. What if she blinks and then he is taller, no baby fatness in him anymore, having no time for his mum?

“He is just so cute like this,” she whispers. She still can hold him in his arms after all. There is a strange desire to freeze him as he is. “But soon he will be going to Hogwarts—we’ll have to go to Diagon Alley and buy his stuff and he’ll already be old enough to have a wand—”

“Oh, I can’t wait for all the Hogwarts letters telling me about his detentions,” James says, grinning. “Hope it’s big enough for a Howler, my parents never send me one.”

“That’s because Monty and Mia pampered you.”

“Well, there’s that.” He laughs. “Or maybe he will be a good student like you. No detention. Prefect even.”

“Nah, Sirius influences him too much.” She bites her lip. “We raised him well, right?”

“We still do,” James notes. “What has caused this?”

Lily flushes. “He called me ‘Mum’”.

James blinks. “You wanted him to call you ‘Lily’?”

“No, it’s just… he used to call me Mama. You know.”

“He calls me Dad,” James shrugs, unconcerned. “I think it’s normal? The other kids in school call for their mum, not mama. He is just trying to not sound too childish.”

“I know.” Lily sighs heavily. “It doesn’t make it any easier.”

James kisses her forehead tenderly.

Later that night, Lily goes to Harry’s room to tuck him in for the night. Harry accepts it without complaint, but when she looks around, she realizes his plushies aren’t there anymore.

“Where’s Godric, Harry?” she asks, thinking of the old lion plush that was his favourite. Harry shrugs.

“In the trunk.”

“Oh.” She pauses, collecting her thoughts. “You used to love sleeping with him.”

“I can sleep alone, Mum,” he answers as if she is being silly. Oh, dear.

“Yeah, you can.” She kisses his cheek and is glad when Harry doesn’t grimace; Lily doesn’t think she is ready for her son to reject a bit of motherly attention. “You are my brave cub lion on your own.”

He giggles. It’s a pure sound, happy and so childish, that she feels a strange relief with it. He is growing up, but maybe this will be slow. She hopes she can enjoy every second of it.

Lily caresses his hair until Harry’s eyes start to close, his expression easing even more, then she stands up.

“Goodnight, Harry.”

He rolls in the bed, almost sleeping already. “Goodnight, Mama.”

She pretends his slip doesn’t make her beam all night.