@pagesofcursive @eve-and-briar The Family Au

@pagesofcursive @eve-and-briar​ the family au  👀 👀

One of my favourite tropes is "character who you wouldn't think is good with kids is actually great with kids"

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Thanks for tagging me, @thegreatobsesso and @blind-the-winds! I’m doing this for some of the Stray Spirit characters, because I miss them:

Aspen: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Georgie: Killed without hesitation. Aspen: No.

Emry: You’re the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Cal: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Emry: Absolutely not.

Aspen: You love me, right, Emry? Emry: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Emry: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume? Georgie: *chugs entire bottle* Georgie: It’s perfume.

Tagging in turn, with zero pressure: @my-writblr, @ae32156, @friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn, and @pheita! The generator is here.

Reenactor throws a spear at a drone

mutuals i am politely asking you what color i remind you of

You’re busy doubting yourself while so many people are intimidated by your potential

A Pile of Sticks and Leaves

A/N: I was inspired by someone’s snippet of writing, but it’s been a while so I don’t remember who it was. Thank you for sparking this bundle of awkwardness that is my three babis trying to show affection

Summary: Zach decides Bella and Freddie are starved of affection and it’s his responsibility to correct that

Muscles screaming, Bella sank to the floor, leaning against the beaten-up sofa that still smelled funky even after hosing it into oblivion. She sighed heavily, head tipping back to rest on the seat of the couch, and tried to make herself comfortable but was thwarted by the low angle she sat at. The top of the sofa seemed too far away to move to.

Her eyes drifted shut momentarily, but they snapped open when Zach set his head on her thigh. Stiffening, Bella leveled a scalding glare at him but was exhausted beyond the point of caring to make him move. He met her gaze unflinchingly, cheek pillowed on her leg. A beat, then another. Breaking eye contact, having finished his assessment of her, Zach shifted, rolled, stood. Bella’s eyes followed where his feet pointed; Freddie sat peacefully on the fraying armchair in the corner of the room, which was in line with the kitchen, reading his recently liberated comic. A few weeks ago, after claiming the chair as solely his own, he had dragged it over to its current position to pick at half-prepared food and watch Bella cook. He claimed his new view was to make sure she wouldn’t kill him with terrible cooking. He was lying.

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