#let me know if you want a part 2

[littlerainyghoul]

Regressed Ghoul Headcannon - Phantom

Will mew at you

And bring you his favourite toys

If he's wearing the bat wings he will start flapping them around when he's happy

Loves to gently nibble on your shirts when he misses you

Will sleep on your shirt. Because he misses  you.

Very

Very

VERY

CUDDLY

Will subconsciously cuddle with you while he's asleep.

Loves to repeat words when speaking

Also displays a talent for mimicry, often mimicking sounds around him

His favourite game to play when regressed is "bat" or "bugs" where he pretends to be a bat or a bug.

He broke the chandelier of the ghoul common room once because he kept trying to play bat on it (hang upside down)

LOVES SLEEPING UPSIDE DOWN

His favourite scent is Sandalwood.

He likes to nibble on his claws.

Has a fascination with shiny objects, often attempting to "hunt" them.

[stephstars08]

🎶Song lyrics that remind me of Jack🎶

Pt. 2

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Hey! I love your work :) Could I please request something along the lines of 'insecurities' for the Silver Springs head cannons? Thanks either way <3

Thank you!!! I love this idea and mostly focused on earlier relationship stuff, but I definitely could see writing a 2nd or 3rd part too.

Insecurities pt. 1 (they have a lot 😢)

Warnings: angst, references to violence

(Wanda)

When Wanda met you, it didn’t take her long to realize how nice you were. You always said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, and you refused to badmouth anyone unless they were truly terrible. Even then it was like pulling teeth. She’d seen how you never hesitated to offer someone help, and whenever the task was done, you’d never asked for anything in return.

Wanda loved this about you. She loved how you were so thoughtful and she wasn’t used to being around people like you. Given what she did for a living, the people who she interacted with weren’t nice as much as they were compliant or respectful due to their sense of obligation or fear. You weren’t like that. You offer something different that she really appreciates, and she wishes she could be the same way.

Before you really knew about what she did for a living, she’d always been afraid of scaring you away. Of course, the illegal aspect was a concern, but she was mostly worried about you seeing her differently. She isn’t the same person with you as she is with her employees or anyone else that she works with. She’d learned early on that she had to be tough to keep people’s loyalty, and sometimes even mean when people failed to meet her expectations. She didn’t make a habit of it, but she couldn’t say that she’d never hurt people to make a point, and she just knew that you wouldn’t be okay with this.

Needless to say, most of Wanda’s insecurities revolve around her job, but this was the earliest one. If you found out who she really was, and how she treated people when you weren’t around, she feared she would lose all of your respect.

For this reason, when you finally learned about her job, you both had agreed that the less you know, the better. You’d rather not have to fear that Wanda would be hurt all the time, and Wanda wants you to remain blissfully unaware of how cruel she could be.

Later in your relationship when you were kept busy in school, Wanda realized that you were often lonely. She wasn’t able to spend time with you very often because most of her work took place at night, and when she’d go a week or more without seeing you she always feared that you’d grow impatient.

You’d told her that you understand that her hours are horrible, but she knew that you wished to spend time with her either way. After a long day of classes and an afternoon of studying, you just wanted to curl up on the couch with her and watch a movie, or just relax. You got to do this maybe once a week, maybe once in two weeks. It wasn’t always the easiest, and sometimes you grew frustrated and you didn’t hide it well.

Especially on tough days, Wanda would hear in your voice how tired and disappointed you were, and it always made her feel guilty.

You deserved better than being lonely while you wait around for her to show up.

In those first few months, and even later in your relationship when things got really busy, she worried that you’d finally call it quits and find someone who could spend more time with you.

(Y/n)

You’ve never really felt like you were good enough to be with Wanda. Even before Vision came into the picture, the idea that this successful, beautiful, and secretly bashful woman wanted to be with you seemed comical. You weren’t exactly a slouch, but compared to her you feared you’d never measure up.

It took you at least a month to believe that Wanda really was interested in you for you, and not any other reason. You hadn’t really dated anyone before her, so everything was new and you honestly never thought you’d start at such a disadvantage.

Wanda seemed to always know what to say to make you smile. She could make you laugh like no one else could, and you felt comfortable with her. This was something that you weren’t sure you’d ever find as an introvert. Someone that you wanted to be around more than you wanted to be alone, and it was a little overwhelming.

You tried to follow her examples and put in the effort to make her happy, but sometimes you let yourself become intimidated. You liked Wanda a lot, but how long could you really humor the idea of being with her given your very different career trajectories?

Sometimes you overthought it to the point that you considered breaking up with her. You didn’t want to put her at risk or hold her back. When you first learned of how dangerous it could be for the two of you to be together, you’d considered calling it quits.

You didn’t want to because at that point you’d truly fallen head-over-heels in love with her, but was that really enough?

You’d taken a leap of faith and decided that the two of you could figure it out together. The two of you were good together and she loved you. She’d told you she did.

You were feeling good about your relationship for a while.

Then you met Vision. **

The very first time you’d visited the compound you ran into Vision and he made you feel insignificant within the first 30 seconds of talking to him. You’d begun to doubt your worth again to anyone, especially Wanda and you left feeling defeated.

You hadn’t wanted to bring it up with Wanda because you’d already discussed these feelings you had and she thought they were resolved. You’d hate to bring them back up and upset her, but the decision is taken away from you in the end.

Beyond feeling like you’re not good enough for Wanda, the more you learn about her job the more incapable you feel of taking care of her.

You know she’s tough and doesn’t need your help, but you wish you could offer it sometimes. Especially when she comes home a little worse for wear after a deal goes particularly poorly. The first time Wanda’s shot, you panic and ask Nat to teach you how to use a gun.

You want to be more prepared for whatever may come for both your and Wanda’s sake. You don’t want to be a liability if you can help it.

**I have a drabble planned for this unfortunate interaction

Headcanons masterlist

[blueeyeddarkknight]

Val and Jim 🦎👑 those two make me believe in reincarnation 😅👬

[aniverous]

So I had a soul-destroying idea and I'm making it everyone else's problem:

I read this post by the-aggro-crag-car about how Tulip still getting on the Train in the au where Lake is her sibling would be absolutely horrible for Lake, because of the whole sister-disappearing-and-eventually-presumed-dead situation. Very heart wrenching.

But then I thought about how the fandom agreed that if the Train didn't pick up Tulip, she would've died of exposure.

And my incredibly evil mind decided to combine the two ideas;

Tulip runs away, but the Train doesn't exist here. When it gets too dark to see she uses her phone as a flashlight. She keeps walking and walking out of stubbornness even after she realizes there's no way she can make it to Osh Kosh by walking, especially in the snow at night. Eventually it does click in her mind that she's walking through the snow in winter at night and she finally decides to give up and turn around.

But the snow has already erased her tracks.

Tulip tries to use her phone but there's no signal in the middle of the woods. She keeps walking because you have to keep moving in the cold and when her cellphone dies she realizes just how dark it is and the snow is falling harder and is it getting colder or are her clothes soaking through? She just has to keep moving until morning and then she can find her way home when she can see again. And they're probably looking for her by now because Mom always pokes her head in to say goodnight and would see she was gone and the open window so she just has to hold out until someone finds her just keep moving just keep moving just keep moving just keep moving just keep moving.

Tulip doesn't realize when she passes out.

[afewproblems]

Eddie downs the last of his beer and tosses the empty red cup into the kitchen sink, right between a couple who were clearly gearing up to claim one of the spare rooms upstairs. 

Eddie snickers and winks as the girl tells him to fuck off while her boyfriend flips him the bird, god he loves highschool parties, and this one is no exception.

It's Halloween and business is booming for Eddie Munson.

He imagines Dian Fossey felt similarly, wandering through the Congo studying the great apes' behavior patterns and social structure from within rather than observing from afar. 

So far Eddie's observations have paid off in spades and he's managed to sell out most of his stash by targeting the basketball team and their girlfriends. No one wants to get high all by themselves after all, it's almost too easy the way these sheep all flock together. 

Eddie leaves the kitchen behind him, but not before snagging a can of something cold from a nearby cooler of half melted ice. With a decent buzz going, what's one more? He's done working for the night after all. 

Eddie climbs the stairs, dodging drunk teens left and right as they make their way past him, shirts ruffled and hair messy. Eddie snorts, ignoring the wistful pull in his chest as a tall boy on the swim team pulls his girlfriend closer to press a chaste kiss to the top of her head before smoothing her curls away from her forehead. 

Unfortunately no one Eddie would be interested in would accept him brushing their hair like that without punching him in the face.

He shakes his head and continues forward, he's an observer, nothing more. 

Eddie passes a closed door on the second floor and pauses as a raised voice splits through the wood.

"It's bullshit, you're bullshit," the voice slurs out and Eddie feels a wide grin pull at the corner of his mouth. 

He takes a step closer, nearly pressing his ear to the flat of the door.

"Like we're in love?" Another voice says softly, a guy, "you don't love me?" 

A small part of Eddie knows he shouldn't be listening to this, he can hear the waiver in this guy's voice like his heart is slowly cracking in his chest. Shit, he almost feels bad for this guy. 

But the people that go to these stupid parties, the Hawkins elite, the gorillas in the mist, deserve their bullshit --to use this girls turn-of-phrase.

The only reason they didn't mess with Eddie was because he was these highschool shit-heads main source of weed. 

Its karma, plain and simple, Eddie reasons as he presses even closer now.

"It's. Bullshit". The girl hisses emphatically and for a second Eddie hears nothing.

It happens so quickly after that. 

The door swings inward, causing Eddie to stumble into a tall firm chest as the bathroom guy collides with him.

"What the fuck?" The guy says as he pushes Eddie away from himself and --no way.

"Harrington?"

Steve blinks once, his wide hazel eyes red rimmed and shiny in the dim light of the hallway, the tip of his nose is pink as he reaches up to pinch it roughly before swiping across his eyes as well.

Even though Eddie's fairly certain that he and Steve are the same height, he seems smaller like this, deflated, standing in the hallway while a party rages down below them both. 

A cheer rings out, startling Steve into action.

He steps widely around Eddie, enough that his shoulder connects with the wall in his haste to take the stairs down, two at a time, as though Hell is hot on his heels. 

And Eddie should leave it, go back to the party, see if there are any snacks left before calling it a night, but something pushes him to follow the path Steve took.

It's like he's possessed, the haunted look in those hazel eyes forcing him forward until he's outside on the lawn.

A few other teens are outside, including a couple making out on the porch, Eddie steps over them and jogs to the end of the driveway.

He spots Steve down the street sitting on a large rock at the end of another neighbor's lawn with his face in his hands.

He looks up as Eddie gets closer and curses softly.

"Seriously? It wasn't enough that you were listening, you're following me now?" His voice cracks on the last word as he wipes his eyes again, he can't quite hide the way the moonlight catches the tear tracks running down his cheek and neck though.  

"Oh come on Harrington," Eddie says, walking up to Steve. He sits on one of the other rocks and takes a crumpled pack of smokes out of his vest pocket, "it's no fun if you're sad".

"What is?" Steve mumbles after a beat, wiping his eyes again as he stares at the ground. 

"Making fun of you," Eddie shrugs as he takes a cigarette and puts it between his lips, he smiles at the startled bark of laughter from Steve.

"You're a prick," he huffs softly, the barest of smiles slowly blooming across his face.

Eddie can count the constellation of freckles and moles across his face, giving the blanket of stars above them a run for their money. His hand twitches at the thought of touching the ones on Steve's throat.

Eddie coughs once, mentally tallying the number of drinks he must have had for those kinds of  thoughts and shifts on the rock to adjust his pants. 

He holds out the pack to Steve who looks at the nearly empty sleeve before his eyes shift to the house behind Eddie. 

"Nance hated cigarettes," Steve murmurs as the corner of his mouth twitches into a terrible frown. It's gone in an instant as Steve blinks once and reaches out for the pack.

"I got something stronger if you want?" Eddie offers, he shrugs when Steve looks up at him with suspicious eyes. 

"Come on Harrington, I'm not gonna keep kicking you when you're down, you need a pick-me-up and then I can get back into it," Eddie stands up and without thinking, holds out a hand towards Steve, "what do you say?"

Steve stares up at him, his eyes flick once to the outstretched hand before he snorts dryly and slowly takes his hand. 

It's warm in Eddie's own. The fingers squeeze gently as Steve uses it to hoist himself up until he's once again eye level with Eddie. 

From this close Eddie can see the way his eyelashes have clumped together with leftover tears and the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes

Oh…this, this was a bad idea. Eddie swallows roughly as Steve finally nods.

"Lead the way Munson," Steve says with the barest of smirks as he wipes his face one last time, "and if you tell anyone about this, I'll slash your tires".

Eddie cackles at that, "there he is!"

He claps Steve on the back as he leads them towards where he parked his van down the road, "our chariot awaits!"

Eddie ignores the small voice that whispers in his ear, the one that sounds remarkably like his uncle, as it asks him just what the hell he thinks he's doing with Harrington of all people? 

It'll be fine, he tells himself.

Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

Part Two

[kaeviie]

✧˚ · . no thoughts, head empty, except roommates with scummy! scaramouche.

cw: pantie stealing, aphrodisiac, slight? dubcon, creepy perv behaviour, innocent afab! reader!

imagine rooming with scummy! scara who has absolutely zero sense of privacy. he barges in while you’re changing, or fresh out of the shower, always demanding something you borrowed from him, but his gaze seems to linger for a split second more than it should.

scummy! scara makes you watch inappropriate movies with him, smirking as he sees you squirming, rubbing your legs together instinctively. you feel all hot, not knowing what it is as clear fluids soak up your underwear, making a visible wet patch. he wants to taint your innocence, to ruin you completely.

thinking of scummy! scara who steals your panties from the laundry basket to jack off. his girthy, uncut dick weeping with precum, he fists his cock with your used undies. he lets out a low groan, getting off by the fact that they touched your pretty pussy. he jerks himself off faster and faster, until sticky white ropes of his essence taint the delicate lace of your undergarment.

you’re so confused when your dirty panties go missing for the third time this week!! usually, they somehow always end up back on your drawer, freshly washed and folded, but this time, they haven’t came back yet! thankfully, your roommate always has your back. he lets you borrow his boxers, although they always have a milky white stain near the crotch area… but oh well!

imagining scummy! scara sneaking into your room every friday to watch you sleep. he immediately gets hard, wrapping his hand around his dick and pretends it’s yours. “fuck…” he hisses underneath his breath. “i wanna ruin that slutty little cunt of yours, fill you up with my cum.” he moans, getting closer to his release by just staring at your innocent sleeping face. “gonna meld you to the shape of my cock… so no one else can use you.” he cums all over your face in spurts, painting your face all white and gooey. he doesn’t even bother to clean you up, you won’t understand what it is anyways.

but scummy! scara can’t hold in his lust for you anymore. so one day, he slips an aphrodisiac in your tea when you’re not looking! in a matter of minutes, you shift in your seat uncomfortably. your face is flushed red, and you’re panting! you can’t help but hump your desk, for some reason it feels so good! but it’s not enough… maybe your roommate will know what to do?

scummy! scara can barely hold in his excitement when you come knocking on his door, letting out small whimpers and begging for help. he smiles almost sadistically at your current state, barely able to hold himself back from ripping up your clothes and taking you right there. he feigns concern, asking where it hurts, and when you embarrassedly point to your private parts, he smiles, reassuring you he’ll make it all feel better.

©kaeviie 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[fcthots]

hear me out.. tattoo artist! jason

Ok think Jason w tattoos is UDHFH STEP ON ME. AND TATTOO ARTIST JASON? EVERYTHING. but I have such a fear of needles that this is the only way I could do this one. I will return to it later if I become any less of a a coward.

Also this somehow turned into a full fic, don’t ask me how. I just looked down and there were words typed in the post. I don’t know what possessed me. And before I forget: it’s not really relevant so far if the bats are still bats in this AU, but the batfamily is still at the very least, a family.

Jason works at a tattoo parlor and that’s where you two meet. It’s love at first, well, first day? Anyway, you come in wanting to get your ears pierced. You know you’re scared going into it so you call ahead and ask for the nicest, most gentle, and most patient person there and you book a stupidly long appointment with him so you have time to have a panic attack and freak tf out.

You were not expecting Jason to be over 6 feet tall and be the most menacing person you’ve ever seen (and you saw batman one time!!). You also weren’t expecting him to be so stupidly fucking attractive. You sit down where he gestures for you to, and hug your arms close to yourself. He gets everything ready while you start trying to control your breathing. You can see Jason continuously turning to look at you out of the corner of your eye as you fidget with your ears wondering how bad this is gonna hurt.

“You okay?” You look up at him. He’s staring at you with concern in his eyes. Ok, so maybe you weren’t as good at controlling your breathing as you thought, but you still needed to respond.

“Mhm.” Your words were sort of failing you right now so that would have to do. You attempt to keep your tears in.

“You ready?” You look down and see the needle in his hands. Absolutely the fuck not. Your breathing gets worse, your tears are starting to make it out of their prison, and you are about to have a panic attack.

“No.” It comes out too fast. You shake your head wildly to make sure you get the message across.

He immediately puts down the needle and shows you his open hands. “Can I sit?” You bring your knees to your chest and nod before you hide your face. “You’re scared of needles?” He sits next to you, keeping a respectful distance.

“Phobia,” you mumble as you slightly lift up your head. You see the equipment on the table and you attempt to cover up the way your heart spikes. Jason follows your gaze. He gets up and puts a clean towel over the needles before he sits back down.

You were very clearly crying now despite trying not to. Your adrenaline was kicking in.

He held out his hand. “Do you wanna hold my hand?”

You jerked. “Do you mean like while you stick me with the needle? Because I’m not ready. I’ll be ready soon. I swear I’ll try and get myself together, I just need a minute-”

“We’re not piercing your ears right now. You can hold it then too if you would like, but I was asking if holding my hand would help you right now. We have all the time in the world for the needles later. I just wanna help you through this for now.”

You grab his hand. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I’m sorry for all this. I don’t mean to make your job harder. Also I might be here for a long time. I’ll try not to, but I’m scared.”

“Don’t be sorry and don’t worry about me. Let’s help you right now. I can be content here all day. You’re just helping me slack off.”

You smile and wipe your tears with your free hand.

You sit in silence for about 5 or so minutes before Jason pipes up. “So why are you getting your ears pierced if you’re scared of needles?”

“People keep telling me I need to. Also I have a friend’s wedding coming up and I was told my dress needed to have earrings.” His hand is warm and huge. You really don’t want to let go.

“But if it’s causing you this much stress, who cares about earrings?”

“Most other people apparently.”

“That’s fuckin stupid.”

You laugh and finally meet his eyes.

He starts talking again. “Well what about clip-on earrings?”

“They don’t really make those much anymore. Super hard to find.” Jason looks thoughtful at that.

“Didn’t you book out the rest of my day?”

“…yeah sor-”

“Respectfully, don’t finish that sentence. My brothers ex-girlfriend makes jewelry, and I know for a fact that she makes clip-ons and fake piercings. Steph, her name is Steph by the way, used to make them for my brother before he moved in with us and was able to get them pierced. I’m 99% sure she’s home right now.”

You feel a huge weight lifted off your chest. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. How did you get here?”

“I walked from my apartment. It’s not all that far.”

“Alright well, if you’re comfortable with it, we can take my bike to go see if she can make you some if you want to go now. It’s not a walkable distance really. And don’t feel pressured to-”

“Let’s go.”

“What?”

“Let’s go. Anything to not jam a needle into my ears.”

Jason leads you by the hand to his bike and takes you back to Wayne manor. There are so many people there that barely question why you’re there. Jason walks off to go find Steph and you get nervous until a dog approaches you. A child follows shortly after.

“Titus can tell that you are upset. He is trained to help with such things.”

Jason comes back to find you with Steph in tow only to see the dog literally laying on top of you while you discuss animals with Damian.

What a weird ass fucking day, but a good one.

Part two

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[spaceistheplaceart]

I miss when shows had stupid goofy shit in them that you were supposed to take seriously. I miss robins "holy ____ on a ____, batman!" I miss spiderman crawling around like an insectoid, I miss weird shit that doesn't make sense like "a meteor crashed down on Earth and awoke mummified lion people that lived in caves for thousands of years", I miss when in scooby doo they'd eat fog or dracula hosted races every year, i miss "Columbo has a skateboarding descendant Boronco" or "Napoleon's descendant runs a terrorist organization that wants to take over the world bc its noisy and he wants to sleep". I love batshit plots with weird circumstances that make no sense but they're fun and entertaining-- give me shit that comes out of nowhere and baffles me but is still fun. I miss that kind of stuff man :/

[glumby]

asa + yuko commission for @safetyspider <3 thank you so much!

[xhdream]

hey!! It's 🎮 <3

Whata do you think about Jun Han and his kinks? What kinks does he have? how turned on do they make him? What turns him on the most?

💛💛💛💛

oh gosh i love this question!! ~

# junhan + kinks

voice kink

he’s not only addicted to your moans, he’s obsessed with listening to your voice in general, especially in bed! sometimes he can go quiet, but that’s just because he wants you to keep talking to him and make your arousing sounds that can get him to cum embarrassingly quick. he also finds it really hot when you’re both moaning loud at the same time; when your broken voices clash together, and you’re both telling each other how much you like how it feels

praise kink (receiving)

if his voice kink gets him turned on than things really escalate if you start praising him. junhan needs to know if he’s doing good. it’s okay if you’re not talkative in bed, then he’ll occasionally ask you himself while you’re at it, but if he doesn’t and you decide to compliment him during sex out of nowhere he will feel ecstatic. it’s one thing when you moan uncontrollably, but another if you also add a few words in there, praising him for making you feel so nice. it always has his hips move faster and his grip even tighter

dry humping

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again - foreplay is a must for him, and he doesn’t mind if it lasts longer than it probably does for other people. atp we could add foreplay to the list too - imo that’s what turns him on the most.. the long kissing and grinding before you start undressing yourselves. it gets him really worked up when you start rocking back and forth while sitting on his lap. he either grips your waist or slides his hands in the back pockets of your jeans and bucks his hips upward, making himself harder. he loves the rush it brings in addition to your wet sloppy kisses that go down his neck. eventually he gets so horny it’s unbearable, but that’s his favorite part. most likely cums during dry humping sometimes, he doesn’t mind the shame - it fades down quickly when you praise him for it

hair pulling (receiving)

loves feeling your fingertips massaging his scalp when you kiss or when he goes down on you, but loves it even more when you go rougher. he can never succeed at hiding his moans when you tug at his hair as he brings you closer to your climax. he likes the pain and seeing you lose control from pleasure

mutual masturbation

not sure if this is an official kink, but junhan definitely has it. he loves the thrill of jerking off while watching you pleasure yourself. on days when he’s tired and just wants to relax by releasing the pressure, you both end up masturbating - sometimes you lay next to each other, sometimes you spread your legs in front of him. yeah, it feels amazing when you help him out with your mouth, but this has a different type of rush that he finds himself attracted to. i can see this becoming his kink after you do sexting or phone sex for a while when he was on tour and couldn’t do more than that

[honeybyte]

apollo, the sun

inprnt

[littlemoriflower]

Mori Book Recommendations, by littlemoriflower

Hello, dear-friends!

It's been a while since I have done one of these "longer" posts. I have been very absent, not only from this blog, but from the internet at large. School has been killing me lately, and I let the tiredness get the best of me more often than not.

However, I'd like to state that I continue to love AND wear mori everyday. not that anyone was accusing me of not doing it lmao I've simply been lacking the motivation to make more posts, but I hope that that's about to change! I won't be posting every day, but I'll try to come by and be more active in the community where I found so much happiness and lovely people in!

On another note, I have noticed more people joining the community! ^^ That is so exciting!!! I welcome all of you to our humble corner of the internet, and I hope you find peace and happiness in mori kei, as much as we mori folk do! (✿◡‿◡)

Now, to the post!

The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Synopsis:

Mary Lennox, a spoiled, ill-tempered, and unhealthy child, comes to live with her reclusive uncle in Misselthwaite Manor on England’s Yorkshire moors after the death of her parents. There she meets a hearty housekeeper and her spirited brother, a dour gardener, a cheerful robin, and her wilful, hysterical, and sickly cousin, Master Colin, whose wails she hears echoing through the house at night.

With the help of the robin, Mary finds the door to a secret garden, neglected and hidden for years. When she decides to restore the garden in secret, the story becomes a charming journey into the places of the heart, where faith restores health, flowers refresh the spirit, and the magic of the garden, coming to life anew, brings health to Colin and happiness to Mary.

Goodreads

Anne Of Green Gables, by L. M. Montgomery

Synopsis:

This heartwarming story has beckoned generations of readers into the special world of Green Gables, an old-fashioned farm outside a town called Avonlea. Anne Shirley, an eleven-year-old orphan, has arrived in this verdant corner of Prince Edward Island only to discover that the Cuthberts—elderly Matthew and his stern sister, Marilla—want to adopt a boy, not a feisty redheaded girl. But before they can send her back, Anne—who simply must have more scope for her imagination and a real home—wins them over completely. A much-loved classic that explores all the vulnerability, expectations, and dreams of a child growing up, Anne of Green Gables is also a wonderful portrait of a time, a place, a family… and, most of all, love.

Goodreads

Howl's Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones

Synopsis:

Sophie has the great misfortune of being the eldest of three daughters, destined to fail miserably should she ever leave home to seek her fate. But when she unwittingly attracts the ire of the Witch of the Waste, Sophie finds herself under a horrid spell that transforms her into an old lady. Her only chance at breaking it lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: the Wizard Howl's castle. To untangle the enchantment, Sophie must handle the heartless Howl, strike a bargain with a fire demon, and meet the Witch of the Waste head-on. Along the way, she discovers that there's far more to Howl—and herself—than first meets the eye.

Goodreads

Inkheart, by Cornelia Funke

Synopsis:

One cruel night, Meggie's father reads aloud from a book called INKHEART-- and an evil ruler escapes the boundaries of fiction and lands in their living room. Suddenly, Meggie is smack in the middle of the kind of adventure she has only read about in books. Meggie must learn to harness the magic that has conjured this nightmare. For only she can change the course of the story that has changed her life forever.

Goodreads

By Ash, Oak And Thorn, by Melissa Harrison

Synopsis:

Three tiny, ancient beings - Moss, Burnet and Cumulus, once revered as Guardians of the Wild World - wake from winter hibernation in their beloved ash tree home. When it is destroyed, they set off on an adventure to find more of their kind, a journey that takes them first into the deep countryside and then the heart of a city. Helped along the way by birds and animals, the trio search for a way to survive and thrive in a precious yet disappearing world...

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Alice In Wonderland, by Lewis Carrol

Synopsis:

When Alice sees a white rabbit take a watch out of its waistcoat pocket she decides to follow it, and a sequence of most unusual events is set in motion.

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Got Mint? (Part 1) - Isekai Bad Batch

Author’s Notes: Crosshair loves mouth stuff, he especially loves your mouth, the mint is just an added bonus. - I'm going off the notion, if it isn't mentioned in SW canon, i can pretend if it is/isn't real, I've decided mint how we know it doesn't exist in SW universe as far as they know ¬u¬ Haha wow I finished the first half, I have more for this prompt planned. Relationships: Crosshair x Reader Tags & Warnings: Smooching, Oral Fixation, +18?? I think, it's very earnest kissies

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"What do we do if he sees us?" Both you and Crosshair had been sent to tail a target for Cid, and now together you were standing watching a nervous looking Rodian make his rounds at every stall in the bustling marketplace from a quiet off-the-street courtyard.

"Nothing."

You're familiar with his curt answers now, it wasn't necessarily from rudeness, Crosshair just didn't waste his breath on more words than were necessary.

"Right..." you huff, a little agitated at the waiting and pop a piece of gum in your mouth. Crosshair watches as you do this, he'd always been curious about this gum stuff you always had with you, but never asked, it seemed to be your equivalent of his toothpicks, an oral focus that helped him concentrate. He figured it best to leave it to you, after all, you'd been teleported here from another universe whilst you'd been out doing a "supply run", and of all the food you had with you, this was all that was left. Someone Wrecker had already eaten most of the rest, but you'd staunchly protected the gum like a Pyke with Spice. He didn't want to take your "toothpicks" from you.

You can feel Crosshair's eyes on you as you watch the Rodian slowly make his way toward your vicinity. The feel of his gaze sends a flush of warmth to your face and neck- to think you had THE Crosshair staring at you right now, if the Clone Appreciation Community back on Earth could see this, they'd flip their shit.

Over the past few months of your “accidental” arrival in this universe he'd gone from being deeply suspicious, to warming up to you, to the two of you being so comfortable just existing in each others spaces that you had no doubt that he harboured feelings for you on some level- he'd be busy cleaning his Firepuncher while you would lay across his lap doing the "homework" Tech had given you to help get to grips with this universe. You treasured your alone time, so did he, but being alone with him was somehow so much better.

And of course there was the purposefully teasing you- he enjoyed getting you riled up with rampant flirting, slightly too long hugs, lingering touches and near kisses. You wondered if that's what he was doing right now, with his eyes still fixed on you, plotting a new way to rile you up.

You dare a glance over at him and he's smirking at you, of course he is, "Can I help you?" he drawls, making you roll your eyes playfully,

"You're supposed to be watching." you sigh, casually discarding the finished gum in a nearby bin. He rolls the toothpick between his teeth while maintaining his smouldering gaze on you, "I am."

His words send another flush of heat to your cheeks and he chuckles before flicking away his toothpick and leaning over you, one arm resting on the wall above you, kriff he's so fucking tall, "Our mark is too close, we need a distraction." He gently grabs your chin as you start to turn to see, "Don't look." He leans in closer, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face, a soaring feeling rushes up through your body as you bite your lip. In this moment he could do anything to you you realise, and you wanted him to.

"They always get uncomfortable with public affection." he murmurs against your mouth, gently ghosting his lips across yours as a silent request, one you eagerly permit by parting your lips and closing the searing hot space between the two of you.

Your lips practically melt against his as Crosshair gently pulls you closer into his body, one hand secure around your waist, while the other slowly traces along your jaw. Kriff, he's so warm...

Having never tasted mint before, your sweet cold breath had Crosshair intrigued. Running his tongue over your lips to gain entry to your mouth, that you so deliciously granted, had him reeling in pleasure at the taste of your tongue on his. How could someone taste so good? His grip on your waist tightened a little and the hand he had been using to send shivers down your neck moved to the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair and gripping just a little, as he deepened the kiss, causing you to softly moan into his mouth, your fingers digging into his back as you held on to him.  

After what felt like a delectable eternity of his mouth on yours, you pull away to catch your breath, and look up at Crosshair who briefly scans the marketplace before turning back to you with that sly smile of his, "I think it worked."

"Oh, good. Good..." the surprise as to what just transpired has you flustered while Crosshair gazes down at you, revelling in the fact that he finally got to kiss you, and leaving him wanting more of the delicious lingering tingle of mint you left on his mouth.

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"Is Adam ever going to face racism because like… that seems extremely relevant for some of these time periods lol"

I won't be saying this twice.

No.

I think it's inappropriate for me as a white writer to put him through racism that I am incapable of writing from a personal point of view.

I also find it gratuitous at best to depict "historical accuracy" for racism, when suspension of disbelief is had for homophobia, magic, time travel, and historical accuracy in general.

I don't care about historical accuracy. Sorry. Read a different comic.