#sibilant

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[kkyos]

Those who partake in dragon communion will one day shed their humanity

(Messmer and godwyn twins AU)

[flavoredmagpie]

1: Ben’s death… we don’t know what happened

2: The monsters inside of him did it

3: History is going to repeat itself if we don’t

4: Ben didn’t know, its not his fault

5: He’s still my brother, I’m not giving up on him

6: Its under my skin, I’m ready to burst

7: Not this time

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

[grumpyghostdoodles]

Frisk: "Oh, so you make fun of Asriel for not telling humans apart very well, but then you go and do this? Shame on you"

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The character design for the new kid of "The Fairly OddParents: A New Wish" is so unintentionally hilarious. Hazel looks like a very sweet kid, and retired Cosmo and Wanda was a nice surprise, but holy shit out of all the fandoms they could accidentally reference, im wheezing

[jasmines-library]

Could you maybe write a platonic Damian x sibling reader (younger but not hy like a lot). And they had a nightmare and go to Damian in the middle of the night. And they're scared that he's gonna get mad that they woke him up, but they didn't know who else to go to

No pressure, of course!! I hope you have a wonderful day/night/afternoon or whatev!!! 🫶🫶🫶

Hold Me Like A Grudge

Summary: Ever since you joined your father at his home, Damian Wayne had despised you. He tries to spend his time as far away from you as possible, until one night you seek comfort in him after a nightmare and everything changes. (gn reader :))

Note: Thanks for requesting lovely! this was so cute to write and a much needed break from the angst for you all (kinda...)

Warnings: Being ignored by Dami, nightmares, none really it's a fluffy fic!

Word count: 1.4k

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Damian had never been one for comforting tendencies. He often chose to seclude himself away in a corner, brooding in his own self pity or grumbling about his early-teenage misery. Apparently it had gotten worse since you arrived; having another sibling to pester him didn’t sit well on his behalf, so each time the sound of your small feet pattered into the room, he would turn his gaze away or collect his belongings that he had strewn across the room and left. You weren’t entirely sure what you had done to receive the silent treatment from Damian. Dick, the eldest of the bunch, had tried to reassure you that it was nothing personal. That he had acted that way towards him when he first arrived sending his cold glares from across the room or barging past him in the hallways, but something about the way his face contorted and his lip twitched revealed something else. 

Damian Wayne was jealous. Despite the fact he would rather die than admit it, he couldn’t stand having someone else in his way. You were his biological half sister. The only other person related to the one and only Bruce Wayne. And he hated you for it. He hated Bruce for it. He hated himself for hating it, but that didn’t stop his grudge from lingering. It didn’t help that your charm meant you got along with the rest of the boys better than he did; you had shown them kindness where he had shown them coldness. 

When Bruce told him that he was responsible for you whilst the others were out on patrol he did very little to hide his disdain; rolling his eyes and stomping off to his room but not before snarling at you as he pushed past. 

The manor was eerily quiet that night. It was dark and without the obnoxiously loud antics of your older brothers the place felt empty. Damian was off sulking somewhere and Alfred was monitoring the computers so you were left alone to navigate the endless rooms and high ceilings. You hadn’t been at the manor long so you were still a bit unsteady when it came to navigating the maze of walls but without anyone to help you when you turned a wrong corner, it took you much longer than it should have to find your room. There were a few lights on in the halls, but all of the rooms were dark and vast and the condensation building up on the cold glass didn’t help your feeling of unease. A shiver crawled down your back and you tugged the hem of your hoodie over your hands. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief when you pushed open the door and collapsed onto your bed, burying yourself under the sheets and squeezing your eyes tightly.

Sleep didn’t come easy, much to your dismay. There were too many odd sounds drifting through the house; something clicking, the wind whipping around outside, tree branches tapping on the glass, a dripping tap in your bathroom that stopped for a few blissful minutes before starting up again with a monotonous tempo. Tucking your knees and head to your chest you tried to bury yourself deeper into the bed and drown out the sounds that to someone who had lived there a while wouldn’t even bat an eye at. 

When your tired body finally dragged sleep into it’s clutches it was restless. You tossed and turned with a furrowed brow. The images were dark and disturbing; twisted figures of your new family being captured, of strange figure looming over you in the dark reaching out a cold, bony hand that could have easily been mistaken for a claw until it was only inches away from, reaching and reaching until the icy digits brushed the surface of your skin.

You shot up, kicking off the sheets and clutching your skin where the hand had touched you; you could have sworn you could still feel it there so cold that it felt as though it were going to burn a hole into your delicate skin. Tears rolled fat and ugly down your cheek and your forced yourself out of bed with trembling legs. Your feet carried you down the hall and before you knew it had planted you outside of Damian’s room. Like the others it was dark and silent, but you knew it was his. You had walked past it too many times, itching to just catch a chance of talking to him. Despite your state, your hand hovered above the frame unable to bring yourself to knock. What if he yelled at you or turned you away like he usually does? You supposed you could go and find Alfred instead- no. He was busy. The idea was gone from your head almost as soon as it had appeared and with a shaky sob you rapped your knuckles against his door. 

“What do you want-”

He opened the door much quicker than you thought he would. His jostled hair and cantankerous stare loomed over you, but he changed very unexpectedly when he noticed your sobbing and dewy eyes. Without thinking twice you wrapped your arms around him bawling into his chest. His body relaxed slightly as he frowned sympathetically, wrapping an arm around you and bringing you closer to him. It was odd even to him that there was something special about the moment. Damian wrapped you and led you over to his messy bed, settling you on the edge. The dampness that has seeped into the middle of his shirt didn’t bother him as he crouched down on his toes in front of you. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, uncharacteristically tenderly. 

“I…i-” You stuttered trying to force the story out but only failing which just ended up causing a fresh bout of tears to fall. 

The boy cupped your hands in his, getting your attention. Tilting your head up, you saw his softened gaze. 

“Calm down, kiddo. You’re okay.” He gave you a gentle nod of reassurance. 

It took a few moments but soon your blubbering slowed into something of a calm, only interrupted by the occasional hiccup that pushed it way past your lips. 

“That’s it kid.” He rubbed your back “You’re okay.”

“I’m so-rry.” You hiccupped. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

This made Damian pause as a feeling of being humbled washed over him. 

“Tt. Why would I be mad?”

“Because I woke you up.” You pushed yourself up to stand, wiping away tears and making your way to the door. “I’m sorry. I’m being stupid.”

“Oh..y/n…”

Everything seemed to hit Damian all at once. He had been so caught up in his own jealousy that he had completely refused to think about how you felt and it occurred to him that you had so much more in common. You were a scared kid who had just been thrown amongst the most complicated family in Gotham. You were in need of love and guidance and he had failed to do that. The dark haired boy began to feel very guilty. It was his responsibility as your older brother to show you the ropes and he had point blank refused. 

He pushed himself up and settled down on the bed gesturing for you to follow. For a moment he thought that he had completely ruined everything; that you were going to leave and just suffer in silence albeit you walked over to the bed and perched on the end enjoying the way that the memory foam sank down slowly around you.

“I’m so sorry that I haven’t been there for you. It was selfish of me, I understand now that-”

“It’s okay.” You cut him off with a smile.

He nodded contently and pulled you into a hug. 

After a while you meekly broke the silence. ��Dami?”

“Mmh?”

“Can I stay here tonight? Please?”

Damian grinned down as his little sibling proudly for the first time since you had arrived. He then shuffled across the bed and opened up the duvet for you to clamber in next to him. He slung an arm over you protectively. 

“You can stay whenever you need, Little Bat.” 

[trick-trash]

Translation

Roier: Am I the one who has lag or is it you?

Leo: I dunno

Lo edité un poquito xdxdxd Debí editarlo antes de subirlo aquí---

[fadeintoyou1993]

RONANCE APPRECIATION WEEK day five: details

[fantein]

i absolutely love them...

finally finished a gift for my super cool friendo @aghostnamedcalamity! 💖

mordecai, go get your children!

[bernard-the-rabbit]

"Azula was born lucky. You were lucky to be born"

[f1reladymai]

I have so many thoughts about Sokka and Kya. I feel like Sokka is never given the chance to grieve, when in reality he’s the oldest and probably has much clearer memories of her than Katara does. Every time I say that, someone always says “but he said himself he doesn’t remember her face!” but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t remember her.

He remembers her holding him close on nights when it was so cold even the animal furs couldn’t keep him warm, curled up against her chest. He remembers her placing him on her lap, a baby Katara in his arms as she nuzzled into his hair and told him what a good big brother he would grow up to be. He remembers her taking him out in the canoe to cheer him up after his dad insisted he was too young to go hunting. He remembers her forehead kisses.

But the pain proves to be too much and he doesn’t deal with his grief the way Katara does. He isn’t open about it, he doesn’t get a chance to process on his own terms. He shuts it down, he has a responsibility to his sister, his tribe and later, the world. and because of these feelings he’s repressed, because he never gets to talk about her, cry over her, because he has to appear to be the strongest person, the big brother, the protector, his fear of forgetting her manifest into him forgetting her face. a common trauma response that kids have when they’ve lost a parent, and it’s so tragic because Sokka looks just like her.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel the loss of his mother, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t remember her and it sure as hell doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her as much as Katara does, it means they deal with things differently. When Katara said “you didn’t love her the way I did” it might have hurt, but I don’t think she meant she loved her more, I think it means they loved her differently. they both saw different things in Kya and enact their love for her in various ways.

But Sokka should get to process his grief, should get to cry and be comforted. He should be able to let his memories of her flow, and enter his mind without guilt and be able think about them when he needs some respite.

[leddia]

[its-kapi-wara]

Current Obsession: Seeing in which adaptations Cosette (a.k.a Euphrasie) and Enjolras could actually fit into the "Siblings AU"

Shoujo Cosette (2007) - Nippon Animation

Les Misérables (2012) - Aaron Tveit & Amanda Seyfried

Les Misérables (2013-2016) - Arai Takahiro

Les Misérables (2014) - Crystal S. Chan

Les Misérables (2018-2019) - Joseph Quinn & Ellie Bamber

[to-spend-time]

Trying to ride off the art block while using ibis paint! (chatting with friend +Doodling) is good actually!

And I still working on the first two 💫

[grumpyghostdoodles]

Poor Peepaw Starlo. They grow up so quickly.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lecture tips: Be naked and wet for the most convincing rhetoric.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[aurora-starwars]

Hi!! Can I request a scenario of Jake Sully and Reader bonding with their kids and telling them a story of how they fell in love. Also maybe a bit of Reader bonding with Lo’ak who’s a mama’s boy?

Family Is One Of Nature's Masterpieces

Pairing: Jake Sully x fem!reader

Summary: To get their energetic kids to bed, Reader and Jake tell them the story of how they fell in love

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: language

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I really liked this idea!!!! Please enjoy! <333

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The kids were hard to put to bed at this age. Always wanting to run around and play. It was a wonder that [Name] and Jake got anything done.

Lo’ak seemed to lead the chaos most of the time, Tuk encouraging his behaviour. This more often then not lead to Lo’ak doing or saying something dumb, usually causing him trouble from his parents. While Lo’ak always seemed to lead the shenanigans, Kiri was easily convinced to join although she pretends she wants nothing to do with them. And despite her ‘indifference’, she always seems to have the most fun. While Neteyam joins them every now and again, it’s more often that the three attempt at playing a prank on him.

Although that never seemed to work.

Once they tried replacing his drink with juice from a plant that was so smelly, that plants around it struggled to grow. But when Neteyam went to take a sip, he was pulled away for more training. Or when they tried to dye his loin cloth, the plant they used turned out to have no pigment when it dried.

These were small things that Jake and [Name] observed about their children. Small things that meant the world to them. Small moments like the one now while they run around the canopy in their Home tree. Although, the chaos can become loud and much too energetic for bed time.

Jake smiled at the kids running around playing a strange game of tag while he held [Name] snug in his arms. Looking down quickly, he found [Name] smiling at the kids as well. Jake could feel the vibrations of her laugh from under him as she reacted to something smart-ass Kiri said. The two could only feel a sense of pride as they watched their children. Jake laughed at Tuk sticking her tongue out at Lo’ak before she started to yawn.

“Alright! Time for bed!” Jake called, having apparently decided to call for bed time at the peak of their fun.

[Name] cringed to her self about the timing, the kids were not going to like this.

Sure enough, loud whining started from the kids. Well, mostly just Tuk and Lo’ak.

“It is not bed time yet! It’s barely even eclipse!” Tuk complained, pointing at where she thought the sun would be before slouching dramatically.

“Yeah! I was just about to beat Tuk! Again…” Lo’ak remarked, mumbling the last part with a grin.

“Come you two, your father is right,” [Name] started with an amused smile.

“As he usually is.” Jake added quietly, only to receive a small elbow in his stomach.

“We should all head to bed if we want to get a good night’s rest. We want to be ready to run faster for tomorrow, right Tuk?” [Name] smiled, watching as her youngest resist a smile at the chance of beating Lo’ak.

“Yeah… But I don’t wanna go to bed!” Tuk complained once again.

“Why don’t we tell you a story?” Jake suggested.

The kids were slowly closing in around them, finding interest in this idea. Tuk jumped right into [Name]’s arms, looking up expectantly at her parents. Neteyam and Lo’ak sat on either side of [Name] and Jake, facing the person promising a story. It wasn’t often that their parents would tell stories like this before bed.

Sure they had told stories of past and passed on information using this medium but a voluntary story before bed? Their parents saved the best stories for this time.

“Could you tell the story of how you fell in love?” Kiri asked softly, hoping that just they would hear as she moved to sit in front of her parents.

“How we fell in love?” Jake smirked, looking at [Name].

“Yeah we can do that.” [Name] looked at Jake, smirking back.

“Ewww. A love story. Of course you would pick that Kiri.” Lo’ak complained, rolling his eyes at Kiri.

“You are going to die sad and alone, Lo’ak.” Kiri stated, smacking his arm.

To which Lo’ak only pouted at, causing Neteyam to laugh.

“I think it is sweet, she can get ideas for her and Spider.” Neteyam teased, drawing out the ‘r’ in spider. Clearly having no such feelings as he laughed.

“You’re going to die alone too!” Kiri remarked, glaring at Neteyam which he only laughed harder at.

“Oh put it a rest you three.” [Name] rolled her eyes, finding not only Tuk laughing, but feeling Jake laugh from behind her as well.

When [Name] heard as close to silence as she was going to get, she began the story.

“Well, it started when your father wandered in this forest with his small crew of scientists.” [Name] began, watching as all of their faces morphed to those of great intrigue.

“After he was separated from the group, he was struggling to survive on his own.” [Name] spoke confidently.

“I wouldn’t say I was struggling.” Jake argued.

“You were struggling.” [Name] repeated with the same confidence.

Jake huffed as was met with the giggling of his children.

“When he was attacked by a pack of viperwolves.” [Name] said dramatically, all of the kids around her gasping.

“As he was struggling to fend them off-”

“What is with all of the ‘me struggling’?” Jake asked, cutting her off again.

“Well if you weren’t struggling then you wouldn’t have needed me to help.” [Name] smirked, knowing she won.

Jake only huffed again and rolled his eyes playfully.

“As he was struggling to fend them off, I jumped down and saved him, scaring all of the viperwolves off.” [Name] explained, a proud tone in her voice that Jake couldn’t help but smile at.

“As I went around accessing the damage he had caused, he dared to thank me.” [Name] shook her head.

Jake rolled his eyes, thinking about how it had been years and she still was not at peace with it. But then he saw he children, shaking their heads in agreement, to which he smiled, shake his head with disbelief at how similar they were to [Name]. Jake thought it was about time to take the story into his own hands.

“Then your mom looked at me, and it was love at first sight.” Jake smiled as he looked at [Name].

“She fell hopelessly in love with me.” Jake smirked, look around at his children who were equally entranced at his telling of the story.

“The only hopeless one here would have been you if I hadn’t helped you.” [Name] stated in a monotone voice, receiving another laugh from her kids.

“Regardless, from that day on, she couldn’t get enough of me.” Jake boasted with a smug smile.

“I then yelled at him for being a bumbling baby and how he should go back to his lab rats.” [Name] smiled with victorious glint in her eye.

“I was not bumbling!” Jake argued again, causing another wave of giggles.

“I don’t know, dad. Kinda sounded like you were a hopeless bumbling baby.” Lo’ak remarked, putting his hands in the air and looking away acting as if he were innocent.

“Nice one Lo’ak.” [Name] smiled, offering a fist to fist bump, which only mean Lo’ak beam with pride.

“Then he followed me to the root of the Hometree. Where I almost got rid of him. But then, like a miracle, the seeds of the tree fell on him, covering him completely.”

Several simultaneous ‘woah’s sounded from the kids.

“It’s actually funny, because if it weren’t for Eywa’s message, I would have shot him while he was prancing around with the viperwolves." [Name] giggled, clearly find that fact hilarious.

Jake did not so much.

“It wasn’t that funny.” Jake pouted, before continuing.

“She then was obviously obligated to bring me in front of the Olo'eyktan, seeing as I was the chosen one.”

“Chosen not to die…” Kiri remarked, [Name] smiled at her.

“Okay, why have we became a Jake Sully hate club today?” Jake asked rolling his eyes at the laughs he received from all of his family.

“Just continue the story, yawne.” beloved

“When we got their they told me that [Name] would teach me to be one of The People.” Jake boasted.

“After he told them he was an empty cup.” [Name] whispered to Tuk, but her voice was loud enough that everyone heard, resulting in another wave of laughter.

“Alright you four, now it’s really time for bed.” Jake stated, fed up with all of this slander.

[Name] kissed his cheek softly, causing Jakes face to move from a pout to a smile as complaints sound from the kids.

“He is right, it is now time for bed.”

[Name] smiled as they all got situated for sleep, when Lo’ak sat next to her, a timid look on his face.

“What’s wrong Lo’ak?” [Name] asked softly, concern written all over her face.

“Do you think I will ever find love?” Lo’ak asked quietly, no doubt trying to hide the question from his siblings.

“Of course you will, Lo’ak! You are a wonderful young man who is going to grow to be a wonderful man with a mate that Eywa has sent, just for you.” [Name] smiled at the boy.

“I have no doubt in my mind that you will meet someone who loves every bit of your wonderful self.” [Name] gazed softly at him.

Many saw much of Jake in Lo’ak but [Name] saw so much of herself in him as well. Lo’ak smiled back before hugging her tightly.

“Thanks mom.” Lo’ak smiled more confidently now, before yawning.

“You get to bed, little man.” [Name] laughed as Lo’ak made his was to where he was sleeping.

Jake walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around his mate.

“We did well with them.” Jake smiled, resting his chin on [Name]’s shoulder for a moment before kissing her neck quickly.

“We did.” [Name] smiled, leaning back to enjoy his arms around her.

“We really did.”

A/n: Thank you so much for reading! Please read the request guideline before requesting! It makes it easier for me! Thank you! <3333

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