#its the childish whimsy

[nerosdayinanime]

The Horrors started creeping up on me so i started watching one piece- ive only ever passively absorbed it through my dash until now and i thought zoro would be my favorite but no actually, Luffy is fucking adorable and i love him So Much actually

protagonist of all time<3

#whole thing is silly and over exaggerated and i fucking love it #normally it makes me cringe but like. it seems more exaggerating on PURPOSE than a genuine attempt at trying to be cooler than it is yk? #its like one punch man- it leans into the silliness instead of trying to be too cool for it #Silly Is The Point #also i really hope they do actually run into colby again way later in the series #whole thing with the navy pretending to follow/enforce the law while still respecting luffy & zoro.. #zoro is also very cool and i think hes very amusing but luffy takes the cake #its the childish whimsy #i lov him.... #one piece #m tired #needed to go to bed 3 episodes ago

[bendybonesss]

may or may not get mobbed for this but i feel like the yellow guy age debate is too black & white ....... "4 year old or 40 year old, make your choice now" or we could . like . chill out

#like idk i like the idea of him being an adult who age regresses sometimss #my personal interpretation of canon is that his age either fluctuates or he was designed to be a child but kind of just. isnt #still childish but not a child #its dhmis. get jiggy with it. idk #AND YES I KNOW autistic character gets babied and all that i understand i really do #and the whole thing of yellow being red & duck's child gets shilled out so that dhmis fits the mold of funny haha silly found family #when its not really like that #not that they ARENT found family obviously #ironically it seems as if people feel the need to box them into a more traditional family dynamic #and it seems odd to me how people will defend the child theory so valiantly despite him having a wife n kids lol #and even weirder how people seem to think yellow wasnt happy with claire.. the whole Point was that he was happy #so yeah i think occasional agere yellow is a pretty cool compromise #(not forcing anyone to share this opinion but yk) #i Need him to use his childish whimsy against the very world that tells him hes a dumb kid. thatd be kickass #dhmis #yellow guy #i think what we should really be focusing on is duck being the youngest of the group. that's so funny to me #do we ever address how many people think duck is like 50 meanwhile he's like 30. well we Should #rambles

[roaringheat]

I won partner of the quarter by vote at my job I am god's most special barista

#vark posts #it feels really nice cause ngl i thought i was tolerated by everyone at best #im not very chatty with ppl i dont work with a lot and even then i still struggle sometimes #ngl i did sneak a look at the entries and a lot of the votes for me said stuff along the lines of me being charming and talented #and even uplifting everyones mood when i come into work #like theres no fuckin way !!!!!!! #i really wouldnt have guessed anyone thought any of that shit abt me but its really nice to feel appreciated #my manager put together a whole basket for me too #its all kind of childish goodies but im ngl it filled me with childish whimsy #she definitely went around target and grabbed anything that either had a bug on it or was related to art in any way lmao

[chickpea0]

vvvvent post

#I've been trying to keep my childish side with me for years #since i was a kid #because ive always valued that whimsy and imagination and kindness and openess #but lately it came to me that for years i mostlyI feel like my childhood is dead inside me #like its dead and i cant even step into memories anymore #and when i look back i realise i mostly never really felt like a real child. more like a person pretending to be a child #ive been forced to Get On With It since i was about 4 #so maybe all that endurance has taken its toll... #i feel like maybe it could be revived if i did something really nice like go to disney land or find a care #giver #or something #be babied by friends or find something that makes me happy #tbh #and this is a bit serious #i dont really have things that make me happy #ive been feeling extra alone lately its probably very obvious #sorry for being patheticccccccc and weirddddddddd #anyway.

[tatsuminui]

i leave this unfinished (and maybe continue anotherday) because im not strong at awll but imagine.. duck-themed shuffle focused on childish whimsy....

#☆ — works in poggress #enstars #duck shuffle duck shuffle duck shuffle #the other three members r aira shinobu and yuta btw #airabecos LOL ugly duckling #shinobu bc toast is so right.. shinobu would be Perfect for childish whimsy shuffle. and he is so duckcoded #yuta becos i wanted at least one of the aoi twins ^_^ he:handshake: mama -> having very little whimsy in their childhoods due to situations #out of their control #part of this is duck part of this is becos halfway through drawing ducky mitsuru i thought of how children are sometimes sent on shopping t #rips on their own in their local neighborhood becos its a good way forthem tobe familiarized w where they live + they learn they can trust #their neighbors to give directions + help if they ask #or something like that #mama and yuta are Specifically in here to learn to ask for help. and also to experience joy that they shouldve had the chance to have #yuta is also herebc yuushino <3 #duck shuffle

[kaoharu]

hehe greg :] my favorite silly lil guy ever :]

#✧ chatting ! #i love ot.gw . . . its the fall show of all time everyone shld watch it its literally life changing trust me ok #gr.eg makes me smile like. he's literally the child of all time. he has so much joy and childish whimsy does that make sense #and like not to spoil anything but his and wi.rts relationship is SO important to me man . . . #brothers of all time . . . i love siblings #they care for each other i think. or at least wi.rt learns to. gr.eg always loved wi.rt waahhhh

[sprinklethetangerine]

I love Where the Wild Things Are.

#idk #i just remembered it and stuff #so i felt like saying so #i love it so much tho #idk what it is but i just... love it #it just feels like such an innocent story #it has this sense of childish whimsy to it #its just a really comforting story in a way #where the wild things are

[mamoonde]

mdzs ancient magus bride au where

yiling laozu is the mage risen from the nightmares and resentful energy of the burial mounds, neither human nor fae

and lan zhan is a pre-adolescent, rare and very coveted dragon halfling, one of the last known alive, captured and sold at an underground auction.

the yiling laozu buys lan zhan to rescue him and takes him away to their remote little cottage in yiling. lan zhan is understandably mistrustful at first, but a week of living with this strange, kind, dark being who treats him as a person instead of a slave or rare artifact, well.

lan zhan falls.

and when lan zhan proposes to stay by the yiling laozu's side forever and ever and be his, the yiling laozu laughs it off and brushes it off as the whimsy of a duckling imprinting on the first carer it meets. a fleeting childish phase. perhaps lan zhan has more human in him than dragon, the yiling laozu thinks. they are always so easily swayed by emotion...

but lan zhan is determined.

and so, as lan zhan grows up, he learns more about his dragon-side, his magic, his whole self. and he trains hard to be a suitable for the yiling laozu. he takes note of the yiling laozu's likes and dislikes, carefully tests his boundaries, tries his best to show how much he loves the yiling laozu in every way.

and then when lan zhan comes of age, he gets discovered by his kind - he learns he has a dragon brother and a paternal uncle. he leaves to spend a year with them, with his kind, far and protected in the unreachable mountains of gusu.

when he leaves the yiling laozu's cottage - a place that's felt like home more than any he remembers - he's barely shoulder-height (head-to-head if they count his antlers) of the man who makes it home.

the yiling laozu waves goodbye, feels a bit of pain and heaviness in his chest and thinks, oh, this must be what "missing someone" feels like.

the year trudges on like a slug.

the yiling laozu misses lan zhan more and more, sees his tiny serious face in every little nook in his - their - home. which should be weird, because he has had this house for longer than lan zhan has been here. and yet it feels incomplete to be in it without lan zhan there.

so he spends less and less time in it, spends his days where it's less empty, hoping the loneliness will fade away.

it doesn't.

until one day, as the yiling laozu drags his feet back to his house - dreading another night in a cold, empty space - he finds something is different.

the lights are on and there's a fire going.

and outside, on his doorstep, there's someone there.

the person standing by his door is huge - tall and broad, maybe something familiar in the regal set of the shoulders, the stiff-but-not posture.

it's the golden eyes that freezes the breath in his lungs, that force his feet to move, like a lighthouse guiding him home.

"lan zhan...?"

the yiling laozu feels strange. he feels light and heavy at the same time, hot and prickly even though the air remains the same temperature.

the lan zhan before him is more dragon, more man now than boy. so much of him has changed -- has his gaze always been so intense?

"i have come back," lan zhan's voice has lost its adorable pitchiness; now it is deep and smooth. like rumbling thunder, the call of the heavens. "wei ying."

the yiling laozu freezes. the name - those two syllables that no one has called him by in-- in a long, long time.

it feels like lightning in his bones.

distantly, his own words echo back at him, spoken to a then younger lan zhan.

"if you still feel that way when you come of age, you can call me by my name." "what is your name?" "now that is a secret! only if you are determined to call me can you do so." a small pout. "already am."

"oh, lan zhan..."

"though my mother was human, the dragon blood in me is strong." gently, lan zhan takes his hand in his. "did you know? dragons only love once. for the rest of their lives."

wei ying smiles shakily, " that's a shame then, surely you want a redo?"

lan zhan's hold tightens, another hand cupping his face.

"never." lan zhan presses a gentle kiss on his knuckles, almost an affectionate nuzzle that washes wei ying's hand with a cool breath. "i will only ever want wei ying. i will always want to be by your side."

and isn't that a tantalizing offer.

the yiling laozu has lived long - longer than even he remembers. and the immortality has only ever hammered in the fleetingness of life, the loneliness of time.

and yet here lan zhan is, offering him the promise of something a little more permanent. perhaps it was fate that wei ying had chosen to settle down in a house in yiling, a scant few decades before he met lan zhan.

perhaps it was a sign, that wei ying only ever called it home, when lan zhan was there to call it home, too.

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs au #ancient magus bride wangxian au #wangxian #eldritch horror yllz #dragon lwj #crossposted from twt #modern fantasy au #long post #mamoonde fics

[zapreportsblog]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! XD I just read your fic "The Ebb and Flow of Love" and I fell in loooove! I just had to make a request too!

can I get miles 42 where he as a gf who is childish? Like she is into cartoons, anime, nerdy stuff and he is happy and loves her a lot until some jerk bullies her for how she is and miles gets all mad and ready to defend reader?

Love your works! keep it up!

Omg, thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed that request and decided to place one of your own :)

The Prowler's Childish Companion

➥ summary: Miles loves his ray of sunshine girlfriend and he’d be damn if anyone rained on her parade.

➥ earth42 miles x reader

The sun slowly rose over earth 42, a planet teeming with diverse life and vibrant civilizations. Among its inhabitants was Miles, a young man known as the Prowler for his swift and agile movements. While his role as a guardian of justice often demanded focus and strength, Miles had a soft spot for someone who added a touch of whimsy to his life. Her name was (Y/N).

(Y/N) was a petite and lively girl who brought joy to those around her with her infectious laughter and childlike wonder. Her vibrant, rainbow-colored backpack matched her vibrant personality. She had a passion for all things cute and fantastical, including animes, cartoons, and cosplaying. Her room was adorned with posters of her favorite characters, and she had an extensive collection of plush toys that filled every available corner.

In the bustling halls of their high school, Miles observed (Y/N) skipping through the crowds, her backpack adorned with pins and keychains featuring characters from her favorite animes. She had a skip in her step and a sparkle in her eyes as she excitedly chatted with friends about the latest episodes and upcoming cosplay events. Miles couldn't help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm.

One sunny afternoon, during a break between classes, Miles decided to surprise (Y/N) with a special gift. He had noticed her admiring a Hello Kitty stuffed toy during a recent visit to a local mall. Knowing her love for all things cute and cuddly, he had carefully purchased the toy, intending to present it to her at the perfect moment.

As the school bell rang, signaling the end of another long day of learning, Miles discreetly slipped the stuffed Hello Kitty toy into his backpack. He made his way through the bustling hallways, searching for (Y/N) amongst the sea of students. Finally, he spotted her near her locker, engrossed in conversation with her friends.

Taking a deep breath, Miles approached (Y/N) with a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey, cariña," he called out, his voice filled with playful anticipation. As she turned to face him, he revealed the stuffed toy, holding it out for her to see. "I saw this and thought of you. It reminded me of your love for all things cute. Happy early birthday!"

(Y/N)'s eyes widened with surprise, and a radiant smile spread across her face. She reached out eagerly, accepting the stuffed Hello Kitty toy with gratitude and awe. "Mi amor, you're amazing! Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Miles couldn't help but feel a warm glow inside as he witnessed her sheer joy. It was moments like these that made their connection so special. He loved how (Y/N) embraced her passions unapologetically, and how her innocent spirit reminded him to find joy in the simple things.

As (Y/N) clutched her new Hello Kitty plushie with excitement, a mocking voice pierced the air, cutting through their joyful moment. "Ew! What are you, 5? What high schooler needs a toy?" The words were accompanied by cruel laughter from a group of students loitering nearby.

Miles felt a surge of protective anger wash over him, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the source of the derogatory comment. His heart raced, fueling a determination to stand up for (Y/N) and defend her against any negativity. With unwavering resolve, he took a step forward.

In a firm yet composed voice, Miles confronted the mocker, refusing to let their hurtful words go unanswered. "Hey asshat! It’s not about age or what someone 'needs.' It's about embracing what brings joy and happiness. (Y/N) has every right to enjoy things that make her smile, just like everyone else. So, if you have nothing kind to say, shut the fuck up before I come over there and make you keep your negativity to yourself by shoving it so far up your ass you’ll be breathing out every negative thought you have!”

A brief silence filled the hallway, as both friends and onlookers turned their attention to the confrontation unfolding before them. (Y/N) looked at Miles, her eyes shimmering with a mix of surprise and gratitude. She had always admired his strength and courage, but seeing him stand up for her in this way filled her heart with even more affection.

The mocker's face flushed with embarrassment, perhaps realizing the weight of their thoughtless comment. Their smirk faded as they muttered an insincere apology, mumbling something about not meaning any harm. The group of students dispersed, leaving Miles and (Y/N) standing there, the tension slowly dissipating.

Miles turned back to (Y/N), a reassuring smile gracing his lips. He reached out to gently squeeze her hand, silently conveying his support and unwavering commitment. (Y/N)'s eyes shimmered with a mixture of admiration and affection for the person who had defended her honor.

"Thank you, Miles," she whispered softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "It means a lot to me that you stood up for me. It shows how much you care."

Miles leaned closer, their foreheads lightly touching as he whispered, "Always, cariño. You bring so much joy and happiness to my life. No one should ever make you feel ashamed of that."

In that moment, amidst the bustling school hallway, the two of them found solace and strength in each other's presence. The incident had only deepened their bond, reminding them of the importance of standing up for what they believed in and supporting one another unconditionally.

As they continued on their path, hand in hand, Miles and (Y/N) knew that they would face challenges and encounters with negativity along the way. However, they were also armed with the knowledge that their love and shared enthusiasm would provide the resilience and courage needed to overcome any obstacles that lay ahead.

Together, they walked forward, their hearts filled with hope, determination, and a promise to create a world where everyone could freely embrace their passions and find happiness in the things that brought them joy. This was just the beginning of their journey, and they were ready to face it head-on, hand in hand, supporting each other every step of the way.

#x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse imagine #prowler x reader #prowler imagines #prowler imagine #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x you #earth 42 miles x black reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x female reader #earth 42 miles imagine #earth 42 miles angst #taking requests #requests #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderverse masterlist #spiderman into the spider verse

[rsxavior]

How they keep their tents

Just some thoughts I have on how the companions keep their tents.

Gale His tent is neat and tidy despite the amount of books he has. He tries to keep them in alphabetical order and has to rearrange them every time he adds a new one to his collection. Everything had its place, and it needs to be in its place. He gets bent out of shape when it’s not. Hates it when he sees the mess of his camp mates spill out into the common areas and pathways. He has a small trove of prized cookware only he is allowed to use.

Halsin His tent is filled with herbs and has them handing from the poles. He has a few labeled jars scattered here and there. Mostly though the herbs are unlabeled. He knows what they are by sight and smell. He keeps his tent filled with organized clutter that reminds him of a forest floor. It calms him and helps him through the days when in the city.

Karlach Her stuff is a mess. Things fall wherever she last put them. Only Clive remains easily accessible and findable. Her used dishware rarely makes it back to the communal areas. A few times she has laid down to find a fork pinching into her back. How did that get there? Life is too short to be caught up in organization. She can find it. That’s what matters. But she never brings in something to her area that doesn’t spark joy.

Shadowheart Her tent has a few outfits and makeup kits. It was her favorite part of her training as a child. To pretend to be someone else. Her things are mostly organized with a few bits and pieces here for whimsy that makes her smile. She was taught to be minimal in the footprint she left, but away from the Mother Superior she has begun to indulge in her more ‘childish’ notions.

Wyll He’s spent so long cultivating the image of the heroic archetype, it has spilled over into his tent. His items don’t reflect what he feels about himself. Everything is still the image, so no one pries too far. So no one suspects the Blade of the Frontiers has a demon whispering into his ear.

Lae’zel Her tent is a testament to her prowess. Any fell beast she slays must be put on display. As every githyanki knows only those who are strong survive. Her tent projects this image to the rest of the camp. It’s the only colors she can currently see in the world behind bloodshed and tests of strength. But the way she displays her collection of heads in baskets and on the poles. Those are entirely her finding an identity outside of what she was taught.

Astarion His tent is a godsdamn mess. There is no one standing behind him telling what he can and can not be. No servants to come in and erase any touches of personality. He has a veritable nest of luxury blankets and pillows. A few books here and there. His embroidery kit in a corner. Blood on the floor from his sloppy eating habits. He is a man being defiant to a life once kept carefully in line.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #karlach #astarion #wyll #gale #shadowheart #halsin #lae'zel #headcanon

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Dark Imagination_ Part 3

Genshin Impact MasterList

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You were walking outside, exploring the grounds at your leisure, as the moon slowly made it way into the sky. You smiled as you heard the familiar trickle of water, the magnificent water fountain, coming into view. Even though you had seen it a couple of times by now, it still took your breath away.  You carried your little portable music player, its gentle music fitting perfectly with the surroundings. 

You giggled, feeling childish suddenly, as you set it down and began twirling around in a kind of dance. You were not one to dance with an audience, as you felt too shy to do so. But with you and yourself, that was another matter. And with the music and surroundings, you had perfect fodder for your own private fantasy. 

But after spinning gently, eyes half lidded, you quickly realized your hand had been captured, and you looked up to see Neuvillette standing before you. Your breath caught as you saw his silhouette haloed by the moonlight. 

It took you a moment to find your voice, “Monsieur Neuvillette.” 

He gave a bow, over your hand, looking as an old world lord, “Mademoiselle, may have the pleasure of this dance?” 

You gaped at him. 

His lavender eyes captured yours, “Please, it’s only a dance, no?” 

You nodded, “S-sure.” 

He squeezed your hand gently before straightening, then pulling you to him. You went to him, your gaze never leaving his lavender ones. His hand found his away around your waist, pulling you closer.  It didn’t cross your mind to say that you never danced with a partner before. But your gaze on his, he led and you followed. 

Neuvillette finally broke the silent night, “You are a magnificent dancer, mademoiselle.” 

“This…this is my first time. This kind of dancing, I mean….” 

He looked amused, “It looks like you had a basic idea of that concept from what I saw.” 

You ducked your head, embarrassed to be caught. You had forgotten yourself in a moment of whimsy, “I was just flailing around to the music.” 

“I would not call what I witness, flailing around. I’ve heard that one’s soul is guided by the music. You seemed like a nymph, enticing me so that I could not help to want to be part of this dance with you. A selfish request, I know, to intrude on your private time.” 

You shook your head, eyes still downward, “It’s fine….” 

“Do we frighten you, Miss. Y/N?” 

You had to think about it for a moment, “I’m…not sure. I’m just, not sure…what you expect from me. I suppose that frightens me.” 

“Then you are looking forward to going home, aren’t you?” 

You looked up at him then. You wanted to say yes, but instead, “Shouldn’t I be?” 

“It’s only natural.” Neuvillette spun you out gracefully and back toward him, “However, you know that we will try our best to make you want to stay here.” 

How could you not realize by now? How they went out of their way. Everything designed to entice and give you more reasons to leave your old world behind. 

Upon wandering their grounds once, you came across a pool. Granted, it was too chill to swim, but you did sit down and watch the water. You weren’t sure how long you had sat when you realized that Neuvillette had been sitting at the table with you. 

“I, too, get captured by watching water. I quite love the ambiance a still pond of water creates. Do you like to swim, mademoiselle?” 

You turned back, allowing the water ripple gentle sway to lull you, “I haven't swum in a long time. I suppose it's alright, but I like watching it much more. It’s soothing…” 

A few moments of companionable silence, before you heard something clink and looked up to see Neuvillette stated pushing a goblet towards you. 

You had picked it up and gazed into it. Blinking, your mouth quirked, “Is this water?” 

He peered at you over his own goblet, “Does one need anything else than a good cold sip of water?” 

You had smiled then, “Aside from tea, I can say that water is my favorite drink. Especially if it’s as pure as this one.” 

“Naturally, water should be purified to perfection.” 

You both smiled at each other before lapsing into silence as you both gazed at the water, allowing it to lull you. 

You found yourself frequently sitting quietly with Monsieur Neuvillette, usually at the pool side if the weather permitted. If Zhongli preferred to drink tea with you, Neuvillette drink of choice was water.  

It was so quiet here, you quickly discovered. Different from the hub-bub of your old world. But then again, you did live in the suburb. Not quite the inner city, but still noisy in its own way. Here it was nice to just be and no more was required.

Yes, you admitted in the deep recesses of your heart, they were doing a stellar job thus far to convince you. You weren’t sure they even realized what it was. 

But still a thought niggled at you, what would happen if you refuse to stay? 

They were vampires, after all. Supernatural creatures. Two of them, old as time and probably use to getting their way. 

Neuvillette stopped. He realized you had gone deep inside your own thoughts. 

“Miss. Y/N?” 

You blinked, realizing that although the music kept playing running through its preconfigure songs, you had stopped dancing. 

You looked up at Neuvillette who had yet to let go of your hands. His eyebrows relaxed only slightly when your gaze met his, “It seems your thoughts are far from here.” 

“Ahh, sorry about that….” you murmured. You made no move to share them. 

Neuvillette slowly turned your hand-over, palm up. You looked at him as he slowly brought it up to his mouth, placing an open kiss over your pulse, his gaze never leaving yours. 

Your heart skipped a beat. 

“We won’t hesitate to use whatever means to convince you. All is fair play here, as long as you aren’t physically harmed.” He spoke, and you shivered, feeling his hot breath over your delicate skin.

Why did the moonlight make him look far more ethereal than you would have liked? Why did you feel, if he sunk his teeth into your wrist at the moment, you might have thanked him? 

“Patience. Now is not the time.” Neuvillette spoke as if reading your thoughts. 

Or was it a reminder to himself? 

Oh, so slowly, he released your wrist before taking a step back. Then he gave a low bow before turning and swiftly walking off without a backwards glance. 

Once he was out of sight, your legs could no longer support you, and you sunk to the ground. 

The month, should come quickly before…

…before, what? 

Part 4

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact fanfic #zhongli #zhongli x reader #neuvillette #neuvillete x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #vampires #Youtube

[gracelesslady23]

Weekend Snippet

Thanks for the tag @lovelymasks <3

A wish on shooting star was one of the few superstitions that spanned both the magical and muggle worlds. The idea had always struck Sirius as childish, even when he himself was a child.

James, however, had delighted in wishing upon the fleeting light of rock plummeting to the Earth. Even as he grew into a young teen. He’d hold his gaze on the heavens as he soundlessly moved his lips in a whispered wish. Then proceed to be completely insufferable as he refused to tell Sirius what exactly it was he wished for, no matter how much Sirius attempted to cajole, wrestle or trickle it out of him.

‘it won’t – come true– if I – tell you – Pads!’ he’d splutter between rounds of furious giggles.

The memory of James’s face – happy and young, still free from the tension of the coming war, and best of all, alive – lingered in Sirius’s mind’s eye. And for a moment, without permission, a wish - a fervent, impossible wish - found its way onto Sirius’s own lips - whispered so quietly Sirius could barely hear it over the murmur of cars in the street several stories below.

And then the star was gone. And with it, Sirius’s fleeting dance with whimsy.

His skin heated as the foolishness of his actions dawned on him. Not only foolish; but dangerous.

Sirius had been raised, as most children brought up in the magical world, on the folk stories of what became of magical beings whose wishful delusions overtook their common sense.

The dead could never come back to life.

Even in his darkest moments, Sirius hadn’t allowed himself to consider contesting this most basic of magical edicts. And he wouldn’t allow it now.

Sirius turned over and buried his head in his pillow. He needed to sleep.

Tagging @strugglequill @in-flvx @roalinda and whomever else is in the mood to share :)

#prongsfoot #snippet #this fic is so slowly killing me

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

prussia x reader: childish games

Hello Lovelies~ Was ridiculously bored at work, and this silliness was birthed. Please enjoy!

Over the years, you had compiled a list of all the things you most loved about your husband, and somehow, only slightly surprising, his zest for life and the itch to have fun easily slotted its way into your top ten.

 For someone nearing 1000 (a fact you loved teasing him with), you would have thought that he would have grown more reserved by now, bored and listless with the world. But the truth was that he was restless, and rarely allowed for a single dull moment.

 And while you had grown yourself- maturity and social obligations demanding a certain image, he had a knack for making you forget all of it, embracing that whimsy and playful energy that you refused to completely abandon in your childhood.

 Which was what often led to moments like these.

 Gil was sitting across from you at a table in some cafe in Constanța, eyebrows furrowed in an almost comical way as he glared down at the series of incomplete triangles on your napkin.

 A little riddle or trick- you couldn't really decide which- you had briefly remembered from your childhood, one you knew would annoy your husband to no end.

 As much as you loved him, he did have a habit of over-complicating things.

 So far, his guesses had all followed a pattern you had expected: an ECG, a triangular sound wave, and then he rambled off something nearly incoherent involving quantum theory which had you giving him a Look. Seeing your expression at that last one had him offering you an embarrassed half-smile, before he went back to staring at the napkin with annoyance. "I'm going to hate myself when you tell me, right?"

 It wasn't really a question, but you hummed in acknowledgement, fighting and failing to hide your grin. "Probably."

 To his credit, he had more guesses, a couple theories, even asked if it had something to do with your own work, eyes slanting towards you in curious consideration. When you shot that down as well, he huffed melodramatically in defeat, flopping back into his chair and gesturing magnanimously towards the offending piece of recycled paper and its 18 unassuming little lines.

 "Alright; you win. Hit me with it."

 You were enjoying this way too much, but you couldn't help it; he brought out the best and worst in you. "Sure you don't want another guess?"

 "Can't you just put me out of my misery instead?"

 You leveled him with another look, fond and irritated all at once, catching too easily on the smile hidden in his words. "No martyrdom before supper."

 "Wow. Rude."

 Ignoring his comment, you spoke with perhaps a little too much presumption. "Gilbert Wilhelm? Prepare for me to blow your little mind."

 "You already do that every day." You bit your lip at his fond murmur, digging in your pocket for a different colored pen. Carrying an assortment had become a bit of a habit as of late; Gil was constantly losing his, and sometimes you just needed a change from the monotony of black-and-white. 

 Finally, you pulled out a purple, a good offset to the black. Pulling the napkin back into drawing range, you motioned for him to watch.

 You took it slow, intentionally choosing the option that would take the longest for him to guess. He loved puzzles and thought experiments, and you wanted to savor this for as long as possible.

 Starting with the furthest edge, you connected every third triangle with an inverse arc, the temporary image almost reminding you of the base of cartoon campfires. Gil was hovering over your shoulder now, having swapped chairs sometime in the past few moments.

 You paused, intentionally drew your pen away long enough for him to analyze the new data, catalog the latest information. Some part of you had a feeling he would be trying the same trick on Vlad at the conference tomorrow, and you couldn't fight your smile. "Want me to keep going, or do you want another minute?"

 He hummed after a moment- a quiet acquiescence.

 For a moment, you stared at your work in progress, contemplating your next move. With a small quirk to your lips, you scribbled what looked like three clouds, one for the top of each of the tallest triangles.

 "Was zum Teufel," Gil demanded eloquently.

 That was enough to finally make you giggle, turning to him with a smirk and a feigned attempt at innocence. He leveled you with a look of his own, before indicating with a pointed glance that you needed to continue.

 You waggled your eyebrows in playful amusement, now turning to add two dots to each of the three connected shapes, followed by another cloud-like doodle at the based of each of the three tallest triangles.

 As it stood, you could argue for some funky mountains or some kind of sailboat, but you were only half finished.

 "One more guess?" you asked in an effort to be nice, to at least sound like you weren't secretly enjoying his suffering. Instead of a proper answer, your ruse easily seen through, you received a poke at your waist, the lightest threat to continue.

 Biting your lip, trying not to flinch away, you added six arrows- two per shape, each facing the center of its respective shape from the left and the right.

 "Wait..." Gil's voice was scarcely a whisper at this point, teasing your neck. "Are those..?"

 With a small triangle and two quick flourishes each, you announced the final results with pride, no longer holding back your giddy grin. "Behold: Three Cats in Party Hats!"

 It was worth it just to see him bringing his palm to his forehead, hiding his face in his hand. You could see him fighting a smile though, and knew the last few minutes had done more than enough to help him out of his prior languor.

 "I hate you sometimes; you know that?"

 It was too affectionate to be true.

 "Love you, too."

Inspired by my remembering learning this about 20-ish years ago from some random guy while I was helping out at a market stall. He also taught me how to draw a cat by stacking C-A-T atop each other. Anyway, have some kitties~

#prussia x reader #aph prussia #aph gilbert beilschmidt #gilbert beilschmidt #gilbert beilschmidt x reader #readerfic #hello lovelies! #my art #this is pure silliness but i'm not apologizing #eh formatting later

[soracities]

hello! I wanted to reach out and ask, how do I keep my sincerity and softness in the face of being cringed at or people finding it off-putting/brush it off as some strange behavior or put on zealously? I don't want to hide behind the veneer of modernity, hyper-individualistic scorn and apathetic realism of "adulting". Most days I hide the whimsy I find joy in and maintain a mask of edgy attitude of cynicism that people swear is actually "maturity" and "realistic" and not a sarcastically performed indifference wielded to shield from immature feelings and expectations. Am I just being childish and naive for living lightheartedly, or do I need to find and embrace the aspects of postured maturity and polished poise?

I think you need to find and embrace the mode of living that will, truly, make this existence worth its while for you—whatever it is that leaves you feeling your most sincere, your most present, and your most at ease.

I'm not saying it's easy, trying to be true to what feels right for you and sometimes feeling others think less of you for it, but sometimes how people choose to respond to your way of being in the world has, ultimately, very little to do with you: I think at the heart of the most virulent cynicism is a great deal of fear and perhaps an even greater amount of hurt that hasn't been resolved. Different people will have their own vision and understanding of the world, and that's fine: you can try and understand it, try to see what life looks like from this person's standpoint, and even allow it to inform your own (you can even counter other people's statements sometimes; not in an argumentative way but simply by stating a fact: that you're enjoying things while you can, or whatever way is most relevant)—but you can do so without needing to make their vision yours: it isn't an either/or scenario, and you can only and account for your own life and the shape YOU want to give it. Maturity, in my view, has little to do with any inherited pessimism from seeing the world "as it really is"; rather, it's seeing the world as is, with all its joy and its horror, and acknowledging that duality, trying to see and understand the multiplicities that exist within it (postured cynicism included) and finding an intentional way to move through it and with it.

Sometimes, the way I like to look at questions like this is by telling myself that, if I have to choose one stance then I have to choose it all the time, for everything, everyone, everywhere. Which means that if I choose cynicism, then that is all I am allowed to respond with, to any single thing or instance, even the most loving. It may not work for everyone, but I think it's a nice grounding exercise for me because it allows me to imagine what my worldview could be, and if that's something I truly want. At the end of the day nobody can determine what the world should look like for you, and based on how you worded your ask I think you know in your heart where your values truly lie. More than anything I think it maybe helpful to you to try and find people whose own views are similar to yours—either through shared hobbies, or other passion projects. As I said, the only that is really within our scope in a world that is as unpredictable (and sometimes inhospitable) as ours, is to find the ways that make it bearable for you, because you are the one who has to walk that path, no one else. I hope some of this helps, anon x

#ask #anonymous #notes from elsewhere

[daisyprayers]

On July 4 1862 Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (pen name Lewis Carroll) took the three Liddell sisters, Lorina, Alice and Edith, on a boat ride along the River Thames. On the bank at Godstow he told the story of Alice’s Adventures Underground (later renamed Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland) for the first time.

161 years later this book, and its sequel Through The Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There, have had an indelible mark on our culture. A classic of children’s literature, it has never gone out of print. It has been translated into 174 languages, adapted into dozens of films (the first of which was made in 1903) and inspired countless works of art. Its nonsensical whimsy and celebration of childhood is beloved by children and adults everywhere.

Out of any story I’ve read, Alice has had the most profound impact on me. I am forever grateful to the man who told it and then wrote it down, the man who captured its magic with his illustrations, and - above all- the little girl who inspired it.

“Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: thus slowly, one by one, its quaint events were hammered out and now the tale is done, and home we steer, a merry crew, beneath the setting sun. Alice! A childish story take, and, with a gentle hand, lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined in Memory’s mystic band. Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers pluck’d in far off land.” - All in the Golden Afternoon, Lewis Carroll

#alice is my longest running special interest. I’ve been in love with it since my gran first read it to me when i was a toddler <3 #and most people I talk to don’t know about the real story behind it!! #alice’s adventures in wonderland #alice in wonderland #lewis carroll #charles lutwidge dodgson #alice liddell

[jamiesfootball]

⭐ (i haven't had a chance to read it yet, but you KNOW having The Information will only enhance the experience. for me.)

Hmmmmmmmmm.

Ok. We shall both go off base here then.

Your director’s note shall be- some scribbles I made about Keeley’s mom:

This becomes more relevant later as we build towards Keeley’s story thread, which harkens back to her introduction in the script as ‘someone who is used to their book being judged by its cover.’ Keeley’s storyline here primarily focuses on the fallout from Jack/losing funding as well as the fact that Rebecca stepped in to help her out. She’s very grateful, but it’s definitely put her in a place emotionally where she feels like she has to earn back the respect she feels like she’s lost.

So as I storyboarded some stuff, it made sense that some of that would have started with her mom. Granted we know only a little about her, but given that this story is very heavy on the theme of families, everyone gets a turn!

My personal thought is that her and her mom probably have a lot in common. They’re very unique people with strong personalities and they make friends easily. But in the way that some mom’s do, Keeley’s mom saw her outgoing, creative, outspoken, funny, promiscuous daughter and tried to get her to ‘stop acting out.’ After all, society never let her get away with acting like that.

But in focusing on how seemingly ‘immature’ Keeley’s behavior was—especially in regards to her “career”—her mom has completely lost sight of the fact that her daughter has become a wonderful, caring, kind human who is truly a delight to be around, and who shows up to help the people around her. Keeley is exceedingly responsible, even pre-series she seems to be the only one of her old modeling friends who has a stable life. No small feat to be the outlier in your friend group—that takes a lot of courage and character.

Meanwhile her mom is…honestly the same as when Keeley was younger. A little emotionally immature, in a way that makes Keeley feel like she’s being emotionally immature back when they argue.

And all of this was just an exercise in me wondering if Roy or Jamie would have met her mom. And I decided for Jamie it would be a no—primarily due to him being a 23 y/o footballer. Her mom was less than impressed with meeting her new boytoy.

(Keeley herself was less than impressed with her 23 y/o football streak too—and in this scenario a lot of that was an echo of her mom possibly being right about her being immature. A book who’s used to being judged in many ways, our girl)

But then she started dating Roy and her mom did meet him. And—gasp!—was still unimpressed. She feels like Roy ‘lets her get away with too much.’ She still has this idea in her head that one day her daughter will settle down with someone sensible, like a banker or a doctor. Someone who won’t tolerate all of Keeley’s silliness and whimsy and her childish barbie pink house and her flirty outfits. Her moms convinced herself that then and only then will Keeley finally start to take her life (and herself) seriously.

It’s almost like nothing’s ever going to be enough for her mom.

#apologies for the artful rip- a cat got to my notes. like all my notes #I am a notes on paper person so I got a ton of notes and drafts #and one cat who fucking loves paper so we live a happy symbiotic life together #to be fair I have also not read yours yet though it is at the top of my queue #(when I am more emotionally prepared for the subject matter) #ask game #ask box is always open #keeley jones #I just love her so much is the thing #fic: oh god you’re gonna get it (you have not been given love) #and this people is why the fic has a spreadsheet!