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archxngxl · 11 months

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"Can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ? "

John was a tad bit shocked by the request. He was just at the bar, looking for a drink to calm his nerves down after a tiring day. The man cast a glance towards the mentioned ex. "Sure." John pulled her chair closer to his, and his arm snaked around her waist. "Is this okay?"

#hi! thank you for sending this in!#muse: john monroe

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angelicfoole · 8 days

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MOST PEOPLE IN SAN JUAN HILL KNOW TWO THINGS. ONE: IT’S A DYING NEIGHBORHOOD. AND TWO: THE pack of boys that roam its streets like feral dogs are to be avoided at all costs. They’re known to be dangerous and volatile and all around bad news. Their turf, as far as anyone can figure, are the docks and the slowly crumbling buildings that lead the way to the docks.

Considering most people in Sam Juan Hill know to avoid the Jets (and by extension, their turf), the sight of a newcomer in Jet territory is an odd one. Even more odd is the fact that it’s a girl. Girls don’t come down here. The only girls that set foot down here are the Jet girls. Riff waves off Ice and Action. He doesn’t need their help with this.

He’s dealt with many a girl in his time. He watches her for a moment longer. She looks like she’s rich. His lip curls. Rich girls are always bad news. “Hey!” It’s the short, sharp yell that he reserves for trespassers and only for trespassers. “This ain’t your turf, sweetheart.” He crosses his arms over his chest as he stares at her. “Get outta here.”

the city is still awash in soft, warm sunlight even though the evening is slowly approaching, not that it could deter juliet from roaming the streets all on her own, exploring. she feels safe in this new home of hers, perhaps naively so, but she can’t help herself. she’s quickly learned that the saying is true and the city does in fact never sleep. it’s a hub of art and music, always bustling with activity, so different from her quiet, peaceful hometown. everything is new and fascinating to her — the buildings, the combination of cultures and accents, the iconic landmarks… she fell in love with new york city instantly, on the very day she moved into her apartment, a two-bedroom beauty that she shares with her cousin, rosaline.

she doesn’t know where she’s going, doesn’t realize she must have taken a wrong turn or two a few blocks ago and left the nicer neighborhood behind. lost in her thoughts, daydreaming about the kind of life she’ll have in this city, she’d most likely just keep on walking if it weren’t for the stranger, calling after her. dark brows inching closer together as she stops in her tracks, confused whether this man’s really talking to her. she’s not used to people approaching her and being straight up rude, but she looks the stranger up and down and can’t help but judge… he doesn’t look like a gentleman, doesn’t talk like one either. still, the situation amuses rather than intimidates her, mostly because she’s blissfully unaware of what exactly such men are capable of.

“excuse me?” she chuckles, glancing around as if to try and figure out what kind of joke this is. did rosaline orchestrate this? is she right around the corner somewhere, snickering? “as far as i’m concerned, this is a public space. i haven’t seen your name on the deed.” it’s only then that she realizes she stands out a bit, with jewelry adorning her fingers and wrists, diamonds in her earrings, designer sundress that fits like a glove… and quickly adds, “if you think of robbing me, think twice. i’m quite the screamer,” she huffs, getting defensive and feigning bravado even though the tiny hairs on the nape of her neck are slowly beginning to stand up. what does this guy want from her?

#whenjet #verse: west side story.#hi! thank you for sending this in!#juliet is truly a delight to be around lol

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swordoaths · 9 months

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@marblecarved spoke: do you remember what i told you? / from Théodwyn to Éomer

Unscathed was he in body, for skill and fortune had blessed him, but his eyes had seen much and his heart had felt even more. A shadow of the darkest kind had taken much from their kin long ere the fierce song of the Rohirrim came in answer to Gondor's call for aid. And though good prevailed and the Age of Men came shining with hope renewed, such victory did not come without a price.

Éomer King rode through the gates of Edoras surrounded by his riders and a gathering crowd that welcomed their return. Accompanying him was the body of Théoden King, pulled by the free will of the Mearas who bore the late King's weight for the last time. Éomer looked to his people--- a sea of faces with stern resolve who found in him reason not to despair, but to hope again. Almost instinctively, perhaps, he found his mother's face there amongst the masses. And though there was gladness in his heart at the sight of her alive and well, there was also grief--- for his uncle--- her brother.

The procession brought the body of Théoden King to rest in the halls for the last time before burial. And as Éomer emerged from the gathering crowds, his tall form singling him out as Théodwyn's son, he made his way to her.

"I could not forget what you have told me in song," he answered, hands reaching to clasp her forearms both in greeting and assurance. Hers were the words sung to steady the grieving heart of a young boy whose father did not return. "Théoden King rests now in the halls of our fathers. We honor him with our lives." Still, there was a knowing look there in his gaze. Something of shared sadness, long endured.

#marblecarved #marblecarved / théodwyn #&. éomer interactions #hi! thank you for sending this in!#i hope it works :)

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canisalbus · 1 month

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A friend of mine sent me your latest post and I couldn't stop thinking about how perfectly Vasco would fit into the role of a coat of arms supporter. It got to the point that I just sat down and made a mock-up of the idea; turns out actually, both of them do a great job at it, together. Literally made this account to share the discovery (Extra funny points for them fitting the original colour scheme)

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#I was having a late night snack and almost inhaled my pizza when I received this #glorious #Vasco is excited to be there he's taking his new coat of arms supporter role very seriously #hey stop fiddling with the mantle Machete leave it be #I had to look this up but this is apparently the royal coat of arms of united kingdom #and in the original the characters are a lion and an unicorn #which fits these two oddly well #I love the fig leaf censorship very classy very tasteful #thank you for going through the trouble of making an account just to send me this it's priceless #gift art #peaceofbreadcake #Vasco #Machete #own characters #teamwork ✨#the weird thing is how it almost works #if you didn't look closely enough you might not notice that the heraldic beasts are naked dog men

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secondbeatsongs · 9 months

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it's so funny trying to talk to people about Speed Racer (2008), because it's like...what if there was a guy who drove a car so well that he defeated capitalism

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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blatantly inspired by tlou but currently thinking about a zombie apocalypse au where reader is lost and alone, no one to help her and no clue where to go, and she stumbles into this random trap in the forest, ends up in a pit in the ground. she just sits down there feeling sorry for herself cause she thinks there’s no way she’ll ever survive now that she’s trapped with no way out :(

and then here comes ghost, checking to see what set off one of his traps and he sees a pretty little thing, teary and dirt-covered. she’s clearly helpless without him, and he might be a little heartless but he’s not just gonna leave her down there to starve. so he helps her out and takes her back to his base <3

#if this exists someone send it to me ok thanks #bo writes #ghost riley x reader #also can you tell that in the second paragraph I couldn’t decide how dark I wanted to make it lol #is it love at first sight where he sees her and goes ‘keeping that’ instantly #or is it she’s stuck in his house healing a hurt ankle bc for some reason he can’t make himself kick her out and he gets very attached #cod #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #idk how I tag

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buwheal · 2 months

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Man although I can't send this and have Spamton see the image (cuz it would be text instead) I'll send it to you and you can give me your opinion about it.

What do you think...

...about...

...snowy Spamton?

IT SNOWED YESTERDAY YESS!!!

(this was on a car btw, which made it even better)

#(EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE) it has never said you couldnt send him images btw :-P so congrats he does get to see!!!#ive been meaning to answer this since like.. forever... this is from january 21st.... oops!!! I wasnt sure how to make him react #-to images then.#but i figured it out now lol. At least for this one.. sigh /nsrs #this image is so funny to me lmao /pos thank you so much i love it def one of my fav asks X-) Its so sweet <33 #[you've got mail!]#spamton #spamton g spamton #I hope his hair is greasy enough because MAN its slathered in there (wretch /j) i was struggling with his hair perspective tbh #deltarune #deltarune spamton #deltarune chapter 2 #spamton fanart #kingsis beat me to the images grrrr /J /nsrs I was saving them for something specific i wanted to do so thats why #youll see

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silent-shanin · 4 months

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It all started with a scratch

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cursedzucchini · 1 year

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Prompt/idea #6

Y'all what if when Danny's not feeling that good (is very injured/didn't eat anything/sleep deprived) he instead of fainting just... Turns into his 14 yo self.

That wasn't such a problem at the begginjng bc he was short king and well, he didn't change that much.

But now? When he's in college (basically always on the verge of fainting from exhaustion/hunger/dehydration/whatever unholy thing he consumed to stay awake and functioning) in Gotham? When he's 24, and yeah, maybe he didn't grow that much in height, but he lost the baby fat. His face didn't look so hopeful, and innocent and he gained quite few scars.

So yeah, changing into his 14yo self wasn't the greatest by itself. But add the trauma Danny has when looking at himself in the mirror, and overall being in the wrong body (thinking about what younger him didn't know, like u can add angst Abt canon stuff, like Vlad was a fucking creep, pariah dark, or add vivisection and Dani dying or whatever).

So Danny was being extra careful about taking care of himself (he thought, like a liar). And maybe that day he forgot breakfast, lost his pocket money, his card declined, he couldn't sleep because of reccuring nightmares and the only edible (that's questionable tho) thing in his bag was some somehow wrong ectoplasm he stole from some guy few weeks ago (and Danny needed to ask the him where tf did he manage to find such a disgusting ecto. Like not even his parents manage to fuck it up that badly).

So when on his way home, some fucking asshole jumped him, of course he was going to freak the fuck out.

...if knocking the guy out counts as freaking out. And showing some of his more ghostly features out (read show the asshole the indescribable horrors of balancing life and death for eternity and no time at all).

And that somehow tipped Danny over the top. So now he's sitting there, in his now way too big clothes next to the knocked out (hopefully) clown, drawing dumb pictures on his face, waiting for Jazz to pick him up and maybe help him dispose of the body.

(bonus points if the batfam saw this go down and are now so fucking confused how tf did some twink™ knocked out the fucking joker in one punch, and than transformed into a fuckibg child????? B, no, put the adoption papers down-!)

(bonus bonus points if 14 yo Danny looks exactly like 14yo Jason, and they (especially Jason) just see young Jason sitting next to dead? Joker w a crowbar, drawing dicks on his face)

(also the reason why Danny doesn't know who joker is, is bc every time someone started talking Abt joker or the clown he assumed he was something like batman, and wasn't interested in learning anything Abt anything clown themed)

#yknow arkham doesnt sound that bad #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #crossover #dcxdp #dp x dc writing prompt #danny fenton #dc #jason todd #yall this is such a fun idea #it hit me like a truck #i fucking love it lmao #batfam #yo imagien the trauma tho #liek seeing ur young self surviving what you died to #i think jason would have very strong reaction #probably positive like oh thank fuck i didnt hace to fijd his dead body #oh also the yuck ectoplasm was jasons #danny was tired and he felt weird ecto sending stressed signals #he thought it was just some poir shade #so he jsut......#took it #jason was very confused #oh also i meant this like instead of when in great danger turning into core #danny turns into his 14 yo self #i imagine joker doesnt remember danny or what even happened but when he sees him (or feels him) he just goes #i feel like bats r in this trying to find danny really hard and he doesnt know #yet still manages to evade them #aight enough tags good bye thanks for reading

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dxckgrxsonx · 1 year

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You wanted asks, I shall give you asks. Can we get Jason with the following three prompts?

You can give me another one

Good girl - Good fucking girl

Don't be shy now, come sit on my face

(I can't remember the words for each of these prompts 100%)

They don't have to be in any specific order. Have a ball, Ella, dear!

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Insecurity comes easy.

It comes as something reflective rather than purposeful or actively thought about beforehand. Catch your reflection on any shiny surface and you flinch away from it like it hurts, like the sight of yourself is nothing more than a punch to the gut. You do it on autopilot, without thinking, without really knowing.

There’s nothing manual about self hatred.

It’s not far off to say you don’t like the way you look.

It’s more accurate to say you don’t really like yourself at all.

You should have known that Jason would notice eventually. He can draft up mission parameters in one good sitting and has the ability to calculate bullet trajectories like simple arithmetic. He’s smart in a way that can cut, sharp like a blade, precise like a surgeon.

Deadly in ways you can’t ever imagine.

Unbelievably supportive in the ways you can.

Body language speaks in volumes to those who are willing to listen and Jason takes note of every little thing your body gives away without you knowing. You try to fold in on yourself when you’re overwhelmed, fight your own bones to make yourself smaller and smaller until you can simply slip away.

You tap the outside of your thigh then you’re mad, a quick three tap rhythm before a pause and then you start again, furious and shaking and tap tap tap. You do the same thing when you’re deep in thought, brain sifting through information both new and old and there you are, tapping away.

You hide your face when you’re nervous, when you’re shy.

Jason thinks it’s sweet but he’s always liked seeing your pretty face when he makes you flustered.

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Droplets of water chase over your hip and down the outside of your thighs when you finish showering and start the hunt for your pyjamas. Jason lies flat out in the centre of your bed when you exit the bathroom and you quirk up an eyebrow in half formed confusion.

“If you’re planning on sleeping like that all night I might actually consider murder.” Jason opens one eye to glance at you before reaching out his hand towards where you’re standing. Smoothing your fingers over his open palm you slot your hands together and smile, “What are you up to, Todd?”

The faintest smirk lifts the corner of his mouth and you place one knee on the bed so you can lean over and kiss him softly, gently, smiling when he responds and nips at your bottom lip with almost too much teeth.

Jason silently pulls at your arm and forces you to straddle his thick waist, eyes cracked open and watching your face, cataloguing each reaction to his antics. Something akin to suspicion flashes across your features and Jason catches it immediately.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” He drawls, stroking at your still damp skin. Trying to guide you higher up with an insistent hand you freeze, head turning away to glance at something towards the window. ““Don’t be shy now, come sit on my face.”

“Jay–.” You whine, worried, aroused.

“Always wanted you to sit on my face, baby.” Jason confesses. “Indulge me?”

You’ve never been able to say no to him.

Shuffling up towards his greedy mouth you shudder when his breath brushes over the inside of your thighs, skin prickling and horribly sensitive. Jason sighs your name adoringly and grabs at your hips to keep you still when his tongue darts out to lick through your folds.

Whimpering when the flat of his tongue drags firm over your clit he coos just slightly then shoves his face into your pussy.

Greedy. Starved.

He’s messy with it, gets his mouth and chin glistening with your juices and you feel like fire, feel like you’re falling through miles and miles of open air, wings aflame on your back, burning burning burning until you’re crying and writhing, watching from the centre of all that heat as you come apart.

Jason is ruthless and takes everything you give, hips grinding down desperately onto his talented mouth as he suckles at your wet, throbbing clit as you come, tongue dragging over it again and again until you sink your trembling fingers into his hair and pull, unsure if you’re forcing him closer or further away.

“There you go.” He rasps, panting and groaning deep from the back of his throat, lips swollen and almost dripping with your slick. “There’s a good girl.”

The praise almost kills you.

Words fail you and you whine, clit twitching when he gives your pussy a long wet kiss, mouth closing over the bundle of nerves so he can write out the letters of his own name between each desperate pulse.

“Jay–hng–fuck!” Your hips jump forwards, almost flinching when he licks at your entrance, pussy grasping at the tip of his tongue as he pushes it in. His nose nudges up against your clit and every nerve flares awake, thighs quaking in his hands. “Oh…S’good.”

Smoothing his hand up your chest Jason hooks two fingers in your open mouth and shoves down on your tongue until drool spills down your chin, “Oh look at that. You’re making such a mess.” Every sound you make is garbled and Jason goes back to your clit, eyes lighting up when he notices it’s more sensitive now that you’ve come once. “I think you want to come again, don’t you?”

You barely manage to nod your head before Jason strokes and sucks at your clit until it flinches and comes again, twitching wildly in his mouth as you wail, body almost folding in half with the borderline overstimulation.

“Good girl—that's a good fucking girl." Jason manages to get out through a mouthful of your soaking pussy. Then immediately, “You can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?”

“I can’t–hurts–S’too much.” You slur, trying desperately to speak through his fingers in your mouth. “Sensitive.”

Making out with your clit Jason gives it gentle kisses, mouth soft, lips and tongue wet until you relax and go slack above him. The pressure is barely there and curls around manageable until he moves his hands to grab at your hips and sucks your clit, hard.

Your voice cracks on a yell and Jason shoves you over the edge for the third time.

“M’done.” You shudder, feeling like you can’t quite come down from your high. You swat at his hands and Jason rubs circles into your hips. “Please. Can’t take any more.”

“Okay.” Jason soothes, moving you back down so you can sit in his lap. “You did so well for me, baby. My good girl. My pretty girl.”

Tucking your face into the crook of his neck he kisses the top of your head and you smile, tired and shaking and swimming in nothing but praise.

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Prompts are from this list.

#sweetheart hi!!#thanks so much for sending me this ily <3 #jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd smut #jason todd x you #jason todd x you smut #ella writes

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ash-and-starlight · 3 months

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the original comment doesn’t exist anymore but luckily i took a screenshot so. proof of mx parker chan being Thee big titty esen supporter

(this was all in response to this art. for booby context)

#a moment most pleasing to me in my career #twitter is a wretched cesspool except for when this happens #anyway ESEN BREASTING BOOBILY IN THE BATTLEFIELD IS AUTHOR APPROVED #do with this what you will #use this knowledge for evil #hi spec thank you for making this happen. your contribution to the world is priceless #the radiant emperor #send post #he who drowned the world #she who became the sun

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fumifooms · 2 months

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thanks for infecting me with marchil its so so fun to just see them pair themselves up in the background now

especially love how much she picks him up like a cat (and when he has the opportunity to do it to her too he just lugs her around like a sack of oats) gosh i love them they're so funny

YAAAAAA 🎉🎉 I’m so glad to hear it welcome to the sillies corner 🤝

THEY’RE SOOO SO FUNNY

They’re worsties that cannot get enough of each other

#Ask #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #dungeon meshi #marchil #MAKE IT MAKE SENSEEE they’re so ‘see u later bestie!! <3 … Can’t stand their fake ass smh’#Ppl get on Marcille’s case about teasing him about his age but I think most forget how teasing her is Chil’s mission & calling 24/7 #-sends off an explosion near him- ‘Woah careful there!! Is he okay??!!’ ‘What are you a baby it’s just a lil explosion he’ll be fine’#Rest of the time: ‘CHIL ARE YOU OKAY OMIGOSH I’M COMING DON’T WORRY’#He laughs at her so so much. So often. They are united in haterism like ‘thank god we’re normal’ and then realize they are so obnoxious #I’ve been trying to think of funky ship names for them lately. Bc Short Fuse is taken by another ship from another fandom </3 #None feel perfect but… Closed book. Magiclock. Detonation… Implode explode… Bc she makes boom booms and he undoes traps which blow up #Also he bottles his feelings up until he bursts hehe #Anyways. Just a short comp of the sillies #Compilation #Marcille donato #chilchuck tims

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ikiprian · 2 months

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Wanna share ur epic cool WIPS?

-Winion✌🏽

OH BOY, DO I!!! MISMENTOR AU BE UPON THEE

“Hey, Mr. Fenton,” Tim says. He makes some snap judgments based on Fenton’s personality and previous interactions he’s seen him have with students, then holds out the blanket, expression aiming for appropriately sheepish as opposed to dead guilty, which will be more fitting a role when he gets to English late. “Sorry I passed out back there. I promise it won’t happen again, I was just up late and then I couldn’t fall asleep and, y’know, my brother’s dog--”

“Oh absolutely, you’re not in trouble or anything. Don’t worry about it,” Fenton says. He opens the largest drawer in his massive desk to tuck the blanket away-- Tim spots at least two hoodies, a massive first aid kit, a box of granola, stress balls, fidget toys-- and shuts it. “But I do wanna ask if everything’s okay. This is, if I’m counting right, the third time in three weeks you’ve fallen asleep.”

Tim freezes. Yikes.

“I didn’t wanna say anything the other times,” Fenton continues, “but it is a pattern, now, and I wanna make sure you’re getting everything you need.”

“I am,” Tim’s quick to say. I am, I’m just also moonlighting as a vigilante and have three cases to juggle ATM. I am, I’m just also trying to organize my teen superhero team into a potential reunification party. I am, I’m just also filling my time chasing some new meta kid around Gotham to make sure he’s not a villain. He takes a breath.

A dozen pre-planned, civilian-friendly excuses shuffle in his head, and he picks the one that makes the most sense. “I just-- y’know. I’m having trouble adjusting to academic life again, I think. I took that break studying abroad, and then I worked full time, and I had all that freedom, and now…”

Fenton nods. “Oh, yeah. I remember being a teenager.” God, Tim loves it when people reinforce his excuses for him. “Well, if you ever need anything, let me know, okay? And try to prioritize sleep in your schedule. Here, let me show you a trick…”

Fenton opens his phone, his comically large fingers tapping away at the tiny screen, and pulls up a little website. In some ways, his brick-shithouse build is intimidating. Tim’s surprised he’s found a career in the classroom, and not as a bouncer at a nightclub.

#dark danny is a sign that dannys gonna grow up to have his dads massive build send tweet #THANK YOU WINION YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE SHARING THINGS #blows a kiss to the dashboard. for you my friend #dpxdc #danny phantom #batfamily #misunderstood mentor au #kipsnip #winion

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tending-the-hearth · 5 months

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estelle's class has an assignment to draw their family, and they take turns showing them off to their parents during back to school night, and estelle stands up at the front of the classroom with the proudest look on her face as she very earnestly points to each person saying "this is my daddy, this is my mommy, and this is my big brother percy who's the coolest person ever and protects me" and everyone's like awww cute but then estelle turns the paper around to show MORE colorful blobs and she starts going:

"this is my big sister beth who tells me stories and who's gonna marry percy, this is my big brother g-man who lets me play in the dirt and makes silly sounds, this is my big sister rissy who scares the monsters away from me and mommy and daddy, this is my big sister zeezee, who has a pretty singing voice and colors with me, and this is my big brother frankie who lets me play with all his pets!"

and sally's filming the entire thing while paul just coos over his daughter, and she shows the video to her kids during sunday dinner, and clarisse is absolutely NOT crying thank you very much, but she hugs estelle a little tighter, and all estelle's big brothers and sisters decide to dote on her so much more, and just estelle being the most loved and protected little girl in the entire world and having an army of big brothers and sisters who will die for her in a heartbeat