#turvi ✧˖°

[sp1rit-realm]

tumblr is not saving my tags so im gonna just make a big post with my mutual’s little things!

@ttulipwritezz -- tulip ✮⁺˚⋆｡°

@hotchfiles -- lari ‧₊˚✩ ₊

@juneberrie -- lizzie ✩彡 ･ﾟ *:

@iwilldeletethisblogprobably -- leaf ‧₊˚༉‧₊˚.

@elysianymph -- nymph ✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚

@violetteshoneybee -- violette ⊹˚. ♡

@forevermoreluver -- julian ᕙ(  •̀ ᗜ •́  )ᕗ

@ay0nha -- glory *:･ﾟ✧

@remuslovebot -- natalie  ˖⋆⭒˚。⋆ 

@bearrbug-- vaishnavi ໒꒱ *·

@baker-coded -- baker 𓇚

@saintchaser -- marceline ๋࣭ ⭑

@inkluvs -- ivy 𓇙 / iby / ibe

@bullshit-bulltrue -- levi ₊‧⁺˖

@prongsio -- lola ✧࿐

@ghostlyfleur -- ˚₊‧⁺˖ harmonia ˖⁺‧₊˚

@lavendermunson -- leia 𑙖✺𑛂 

@spaceagebachelormann -- ziggy ✯༉

@imabee-oralizard -- kylie ᨦ❤︎ᨩ

@faerieroyal-- dolly ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

@dancinglikeaballerina -- rosa ⊱✿⊰ 

@lovertunnel -- mary ✩‧₊˚

@buckys-little-belle -- ˚⋆ ౨ৎ belle ౨ৎ ⋆˚

@that-bitch-kat3 -- kat ✩₊˚.⋆☾

@zvdvdlvr -- kj ˚₊‧⁺˖✮

@reysdriver -- xena ｡✧* ♡

@starsval -- val . •:. *₊ ° . ☆

@moonys-bf -- archer ✶*₊∙꩟

@vampieteeth -- vampie ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

@knaveism -- dd *ੈ✩‧₊˚

@isitovrnow -- jas ࿓₊❤︎*∙

@esperisdrunkinwonderland -- espie ✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚

@turvi -- turvi ✧˖°

@hob1e-br0wn -- marty ༅∘₊*꩟

@storyofaromance -- yasmin („• ֊ •„)♡

@woahlifehitsyahuh -- jasmine 𐦖

@maddipoof -- mara ✩‧₊˚

@doyouknowwhoyouare13 -- nyx ✭₊࿔∘

@bruisedboys -- mal✧:･.☽˚｡

@queerpumpkinnn -- autumn ♡‧₊˚

@basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin -- cay 𓆩✶𓆪

@starstruckmoony -- solaris 𖤓༅

@ell0ra-br3kk3r -- ellora ★⋆. ࿐

@lesbianjackies -- meredith *ೃ༄

@evergreenlover -- ૮ ˶′ﻌ ‵˶ ა alice

@cosmal -- aerial ⋆。°✩

[ffsg0jo]

same universe as this post. you don't have to read it beforehand, but it helps 🤭

even when yuuji's much older and has his own room, he's still woken up by sukuna's old man noises™ in the bathroom at 7am.

the poor, almost adult just wants to sleep in for a little longer and rest his weary bones, but sukuna's snorting and coughing and hacking his life out in the bathroom down the hall.

yuuji doesn't know how you do it, to be honest. between the snoring and old man-isms, the way he seems to have a permanent frown on his face. you've been by his uncle's side for as long as he can remember, acting as a mother figure to yuuji. always patient and caring, standing your ground against sukuna who can be bull-headed sometimes (a lot of times), and ultimately doing everything you can for the little family they've created.

he truthfully doesn't remember life without you, and quite frankly, he doesn't want to remember. ever since he was a toddler, you were his sun, yuuji your sunflower, absorbing your warmth and love.

you stayed by their side throughout everything; the ups, the downs, the twisty turvies. never once have you tried to replace his biological mum or even referred to yourself as his mother. but yuuji sees the way your eyes shine with pride and joy when looking at him.

he can see it in your face now as he walks into the kitchen, yawning. you notice him immediately while plating up everyone’s breakfast and attempting to escape sukuna's embrace, who's clinging onto your back like the leech he is.

“dammit woman, just let me hold you,” he growls, tightening him arms around you and kissing up and down your neck.

“sukuna,” you gasp, “not in front of yuuji!”

the giant of a man slowly lifts his face up from your neck and turns to side-eye yuuji. he lets go of you and sighs, grabbing the plates you’ve prepared, setting them on the table.  

“mornin’ brat, sleep well?” he asks yuuji.

“not with all your snoring, he didn’t.” yuuji laughs at your response.

“i don’t snore woman.”

you and yuuji share a look, completely in disbelief at the man’s denial. he’s woken himself up with how loud he is, many, many times. neither of you can believe he has the audacity to stand there and lie with a straight face.

you both scoff and yuuji sits down at the table, in no mood to deal with his uncle’s nonsense this early in the morning. you move towards yuuji planting a soft kiss on his cheek and ruffling his hair.

“sorry he woke you up yuuji,” you say warmly, kissing him once more.

“if anything i should be apologising to you, you’re the one that has to put up with him for the rest of your life,” the boy responds, looking up at you solemnly, genuinely sorry for you.

“i can hear ya both,” sukuna rumbles, mouth full of egg. “anyways, finish eating and make sure you’re ready by 10”

yuuji turns to you in confusion, and sees your face light up, practically buzzing with excitement.  

“where we going?” yuuji asks

you wrap your arms around him tighter and press his cheek onto yours. he basks in your affection and leans impossibly closer towards you.

“it’s a surprise,” you giggle.

yuuji’s face twists in confusion as he stares at the shiny, brand-new motorbike in front of him. it was beautiful, and he’s always dreamed of having that exact model, but he was confused at to why they were there at the dealership. is this some cruel joke? he looks at you though, and shakes the thought out of his head. you would never do that to him.

“you like it, yuuji,” you ask, a broad smile on your face, eyes shining with glee.

 “s’ beautiful,” he nods in response.

his uncle pats his back and lifts his hand up, his own tattooed hand pressing something sharp and chunky into his palm. yuuji looks down and sees… keys?

“she’s all yours,” sukuna smirks, revelling in the disbelief on yuuji’s face. he seems to be frozen for a good 20 seconds, just processing what he’s heard. you and your husband share a smile. it suddenly hits yuuji that the motobike is all his, and his face splits into the widest grin.

“i love you both so much” he whispers, tearing up and throwing himself into sukuna’s arms and an arm around your neck.

the man steadies himself as you both tumble into him, heart suddenly panging at how big his nephew has gotten. it seemed like only yesterday when he was barely up to his shins, and now he was eye level?

sukuna hides his teary smile in yuuji’s hair, tightening one arm around you and softly rubbing his nephews back with his hand.

“yeah yeah, love ya too brat.”

© ffsg0jo 2024 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

[abd-illustrates]

💛 The Boi 💛

Hello, hope y'all are doing well! (^^)/ Wanted to make a quick post to let y'all know that my annual January curse has breeched containment and I'm currently in the middle of organizing sudden household repairs and unexpected medical appointments and miscellaneous stress sgdfgh-- 🫠 All that to say: no new video this week while I'm stuck grappling with all of the above sgdfksfd -- but here's a doodle of Heartless in the meantime! I wanna figure out a more solid design for his ghouls 🤔👻

[ilions-end]

ahh elizabeth vandiver's lectures pointing out a heartbreaking moment in the odyssey i wasn't even aware of:

telemachus addresses eumaeus the swineherd as atta (ἄττα). in my fagles edition it's translated as "old friend", but as vandiver points out, atta has two meanings: it can be used as a familiar-but-respectful form of address to an older man (which is how telemachus uses it), but significantly it's also baby-talk for "father", parallel to papa/dada. it's what telemachus WOULD have called odysseus growing up, but now telemachus refers to him as xenos, a visiting stranger/foreigner.

like imagine. odysseus is in disguise as a beggar, it's the first time he's seen his son since infancy, and one of the first things he hears telemachus say, to another man, is "daddy, who is this stranger?"

[turvi]

Chicks Dig Bad Boys

Rodrick Heffley x Reader

According to Y/n, Rodrick was just another emo boy, a loser, a typical teenage dirtbag. At least, this is what she heard from Heather Hills. Y/n was shocked Heather even chose to talk to her. Not just because Heather is the 'it girl' of Westmore High School.

Y/n had cracked the code to deal with high school, and that was to avoid joining any kind of group and not get noticed by anyone. Even if you somehow develop a crush on someone, keep it a secret. So she was surprised when Heather sat beside her and decided to talk to her. Y/n merely shrugged her shoulder and nodded at appropriate times as she spoke, tuning out the blonde girl.

Of course, you were aware of the crush the boy was harbouring for Heather especially when he made a show of ruining Heather's birthday. Y/n saw it all happen and thought how Rodrick actually had a nice voice and had potential. So when Rodrick happened to sit beside her in the English class she off-handedly complimented his voice.

Y/n had expected him to give her a smug smile or make an inappropriate joke. What she didn't expect was to find a very flushed Rodrick who was trying to find the correct words to say to her. She couldn't believe her eyes. She never saw Rodrick become so flustered.

"Uh..th..thank you...it...it means a lot." Rodrick wanted to slap himself for speaking like forgot how to speak. Yeah sure he got a few claps and hollers when his band played but no one complimented his voice.

"Was that the first time you sang?" now she was intrigued. Rodrick looked up and saw a genuine smile on her face. He took a breath of relief. He had thought she was making fun of him.

"Uh..yeah. I only sing when we perform in my garage. I wanted to do something special for Heather. But clearly, it went wrong." he said as he ran his hand through his hair. Y/n almost extended her hand to fix his unruly hair but dropped her hand when she saw him smile. She felt her heart flutter

Shit

Now she had something to say to Rodrick, but she forgot when she saw him smile like that. Boys like him were not supposed to smile like that. He was not supposed to have such a soft smile. Her trance broke when she saw him smirking.

"I saw you last night...not in a creepy way. I mean... obviously, during all that chaos at Heather's birthday, I saw you." there was that damned smile again. "I didn't know you were friends with her." His tone had a genuine wonder.

Y/n chuckled. "I helped her a few times with assignments..not really a friend, but we know each other, plus free food. Who can say no to that?"

Y/n felt her cheeks warming up under his gaze and tried to hide it under the curtain of her hair when she suddenly felt his fingers against her cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. At that moment, she realised Rodrick actually saw her. She realised Rodrick was more than a teenage dirtbag that the world told her to stay away from.

She cleared her throat "I have heard your band play...when I come to tutor Greg."

Rodrick's hand grew sweaty. He knew how loud his band practice was, mainly to annoy Greg and his best friend Rowley. But he can't help but felt guilty as he realised how much of a nuisance it would have been for her.

"I am so sorry if our practice disturbed you guys"

"Oh no it's ok..I actually don't mind. I like that kind of music. Although it would be nice if the volume is a bit low."

"yeah...yeah absolutely...no big deal we can even practice a bit later."

Rodrick looked ahead trying his best to control a giddy smile. He did not expect his morning to be this good.

"Great...so I will see you in the evening..if you don't mind"

"yeah yeah totally" Rodrick quickly responded with a big smile. He was looking forward to meeting her this evening...after he locked Greg in the basement again.

A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen the boy who got me into bad boys. Rodrick Heffley. I couldn't stop myself from writing for him. I feel like a teen again. REBLOG AND COMMENT if you like this.

[spittyfishy]

Spring Unsprung has always been my favourite of the eah specials and it is fully because of the tipsy turvy curse lol

[sarabethsilver]

Isn't it crazy that this adorable little scamp ran around town with THIS FACE for days and the only person who even ASKED him if he was okay was Emily Gilmore?!?

[avalencias]

It was surreal. It was surreal, the feeling of having Laudna looking down at her from inches away, holding her. Her breath was against Imogen’s face and absurdly, Imogen was struck by the fact that less than an hour ago they’d been robbing a house. They were here for a key, and they were heading to a crypt, and across the planet the moon was being torn open by something hungry and terrible and catastrophic, and here she was in Laudna’s arms and Laudna was looking at her with an expression that she didn’t dare to name but that reopened that chasm beneath her feet. Nothing made sense anymore, not the future or the planet or this, but she thought that if it would all crash apart, at least it was with Laudna holding her so lovingly, and—

happy thursday all, @overnighttosunflowers is writing this fic and it has been driving me to distraction ever since

[dorkynerd23]

Reblog If You Love And Adore Raggedy Ann And Andy: A Musical Adventure! ♥️🌼

[lovely-lauren-arts]

Seth Turvy

[magicalgrimm]

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SIMPLE ART STYLE TEST-

[doctorbeth]

Fairy Godmother

One of you kind people asked to see the Fairy Godmother dolls I make.... they vary quite a bit, but here are a few of the original ones. The first photo is a bit blurry, but she has wire glasses and earrings, and bells on her skirt with a velvet overdress.

This one doesn't have glasses, but has a velvet dress with lace, and has wire hoop earrings.

They all tend to have wings, and multicolored hair. These two are based on the original design where they all had pouches hidden under their skirts, so they could hide secrets (or secret stashes).

This one had the pouch hidden in her legs:

The fairy godmother is also the logo for the dolls I create. Here's that:

Then as an added bonus, here's my steampunk Cinderella I made. She's a reversible doll... rags on one side, gown on the other. I loved her ball gown, and it feels almost fairy godmother with her removable wings.

I hope you enjoy this side forray into some of the dolls I make.... more stories from the hospital in coming weeks, including some Christmas tales.

[frollosversion]

"Okay. Eyes on the lens, boys."

OMG FINALLY IT'S DONE AND JUST IN TIME FOR APRIL FOOLS!!

Happy April Fools Day! Here's a rushed artwork. Took me a while 😭 But I reached the target date. Me proud.

I tried a new artstyle.. what do you guys think? I need opinions... for reals..

[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

[turvi]

Ypu said you wanna write for rodrick and I wanna request.

So rodrick with a good girl neighbour reader (think- gwen stacy type) and rodrick does all kinda stuff to impress her even at school so yea.

I'm a sucker for goofy! Himbo! Rodrick

Thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy this

"BOYS! OUR NEW NEIGHBOURS ARE HERE!" Susan yelled and huffed when none of the boys responded to her call. Greg was busy filming Rowley trying to fall from his chair. Rodrick was in the basement and didn't hear his mam call out to him as he was drowned in the sounds of his drums.

A few minutes later, Rodrick finally comes up to drink water, only to see the new neighbours...most importantly, their daughter.

Rodrick didn't realise he had dropped his drumsticks on the floor until his mother was tugging him towards the living room and introduced him to the neighbours, the L/ns. And there she was with a sweet, gentle smile telling him her name.

"Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Y/n," she said, offering her hand.

Rodrick held her hand, not wanting to let go, but he had to since both his and her parents were watching them. "I-uh...I am Rodrick."

He scowled when he heard Greg snickering behind him. He wanted to hide so badly just because he couldn't tell his name to a pretty girl. But she doesn't laugh at him. She squeezed his hand, letting him know it was ok.

It was, at this moment, he wondered if it was too soon to ask her to marry him? He shook his head. He was being silly. Just because a girl was nice to him doesn't mean he should fall in love with her.

Then two days later, he heard knocking on the garage door. He sighed, thinking it was one of the upright elder people wanting him to keep the voice low. When he opened the garage door, he almost let it go when he saw Y/n standing there, the harsh sunlight pouring down his lawn.

He quickly let her in and introduced her to his bandmates, who were just beaming at the sight of Rodrick being awkward and shy around her.

"Hey, I was just walking by and heard you guys play. I was wondering if you could teach me how to play drums. I already talked to your mom."

His friend patted his shoulder. "Rodrick is our drummer. He is a great teacher too, he can teach you. Right, Rodrick?"

Rodrick got out of his daze when he heard his name. "Uh...yeah...yeah...I drum...drums" It was like he never learnt English in school, and Rodrick hated how he sounded.

"Ok, tell me when you are free. I'll come."

"Actually, we are leaving, so you guys can continue. It was nice meeting you." his friend winked at him, leaving the two alone. Rodrick knew he couldn't do much but look at her knowing his mom was peeping through the basement door. But he was just happy seeing her and talking to her.

He was happy they were bonding. He would teach her to play the drums. She would spellcheck his assignments. Rodrick knew she had a place in his heart when she would gently correct his spellings.

Slowly he loved holding her hands, her smile, her nose scrunch, the way she snorted before she laughed, and her soft sweaters that always smelled nice.

He didn't realise when he fell in love, or was he always in love? When he would go shopping with his family, he would spot things that he knew Y/n might like. He even saw a jewellery shop, and his heart dropped looking at the prices of the rings. But then, he had yet to win her heart. He was determined to buy this ring.

Of course, by the time he would be rich enough to buy the ring, he would already have your heart. But Rodrick didn't know he already had Y/n's heart, and she knew it was always going to be his.

@milivanili99 @cecekcecekceckceckceck @maneskai @isaentremundos @autumn3l3ctr0swings @mikulovingtrash

A/N: If you like this REBLOG AND COMMENT

[annasbowlerhat]

Happy Topsy Turvey day! -fanart!