Alright, this is gonna be a mix of We Listen And We Don't Judge & Hear Me Out...
First off... Wally Darling. He's from the Welcome Home Restoration Project ARG, his voice is pretty, and he's a traumatized puppet boy. I want to hug him and free him from Home's control.
Secondly, we have Samwise Gamgee. He's from J. R. R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings (if you didn't know that, go culture yourself. Seriously, watch the movies, read the books, do something), he's too good for anyone, he's a pure little baby who is the kindest most perfect being ever. He deserves everything.
Thirdly, we have Keith Kogane. He's from Voltron Legendary Defender, he's amazing, sassy, hot, traumatized, adorable, and super cool and emo. I love him.
Fourth, Luna Lovegood. She's so cute and whimsical, always has a positive and pretty outlook on life, she's weird in one of the best ways. I love her.
Fifth, there's Hunter Noceda from The Owl House. Cute traumatized boy (this seems to be a recurring theme. hmmmm... wonder what that means), does NOT have an annoying voice, he has a very nice voice so you guys should shut up. His hair is gorgeous and he's a silly nerd boi.
They say love is blind. Yet despite the overwhelming love you feel for Luna, there were things you couldn’t overlook.
A better phrase would be, love is blinding. There’s a bright sparkling light that coats everything, and it makes some things harder to see, but never impossible if you squint. Or wear fashionable sunglasses. For example, you loved Luna Lovegood. But that didn’t stop you from seeing the obvious: she was awful at baking. And it was adorable.
So maybe you didn’t exactly have any concrete proof that she was bad at baking. But after watching her in potions class, you knew it had to be true. She couldn’t follow a single recipe for the life of her, and while that was great when it meant pissing off Snape, it wasn’t when it meant eating bad — and potentially deadly —cupcakes.
“Love, can you put the sugar in?” You asked as you zested a lemon into the bowl.
“Of course!” Luna pulled aside a bag of monk fruit sugar, and started scooping out heaping cups. You chuckled,
“Darling, the recipe only calls for 3/4 of a cup.”
“But the flowers I have will balance it out.”
“Flowers?”
“Flowers,” she pointed to the side, where there was an assortment of colourful petals.
“Where’d you get flowers?”
“The nargles in the forest led me to them.” You thought back to when you once took a walk through that forest and came back with a poison ivy rash as well as a bite mark from a certain agressive plan. And despite those being easy fixes for witches and wizards, you still didn’t want to experience those things again but this time inside of your body. Yet, you still bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile because your girlfriend was just the cutest being out there,
“So flowers aren’t sweet then?” She furrowed her brows,
“Have you never tried flowers? They’re bitter.”
“Right, of course. Bitter.”
You let her put the flowers and sugar in. How could you not when there was a soft smile tugging at her lips the whole time?
But, you might’ve flicked your wand, putting some sugar back in the bag without contaminating it. And just maybe when she was busy retying her apron, you plucked some flowers out and quickly blended the ingredients, covering up the fact that they were missing. You did leave in the pixie dust. It make the batter sparkle, especially when you were pouring it into the cupcake tins and it was able to flow through the soft sunlight that streamed in through the windows. She rinsed off the bowls and wiped off the counter as you slid the tins into the oven.
Luna was the one to suggest using muggle devices on this Sunday morning. As a muggleborn, the appliances were reminiscent of your childhood and Luna wanted to be in touch with that. You were so immersed in her wizarding world, and she wanted to do the same with your muggle one. She definitely saw the appeal of doing things in a more mundane manner. This way, cupcakes were slowly made, allowing the both of you to take your time and savor each other’s presence, which was what this was all about. Having cupcakes at the end was just a sweet bonus. For example, if she were to flick her wand, and magically assemble the treats, she wouldn’t be able to seize your hand and spin you around into her arms.
“What are you doing?” She pulled you closer, your chests flush against each other,
“Dancing, of course.” She could feel the heat radiate off of your cheeks as you rested your forehead on her neck. She started humming a slow song, one her father wrote and used to play on an acoustic guitar for her mother. It was comforting to you, a familiar tune that you’ve only heard from her lips. You both swayed to the melody, as she repeated it over and over.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when the timer went off, the sharp noise yanking you back into reality. You didn’t want to stop the slow dance, but burnt cupcakes seemed like a waste, so you pulled them out of the oven, trying to see the bright side,
“Now for the best part.” You rubbed your hands together in anticipation, “Frosting.” Luna nodded,
“We should do a whole rainbow of colors.” You scrunched up your nose,
“A whole rainbow is quite—“
“Boop!” You giggled when she poked your nose and relaxed your face,
“— a lot of work.” You looked around the kitchen, your eyes landing on some lavender that was sitting separately from the rest of the flowers, and your mind wandered back to your wedding a month before where your wife was adorned in a flowing light purple gown and the scent of the flower could be traced back to the center pieces, “Purple?” She kissed your cheek,
“Purple is perfect.” She follows your gaze, allowing your cheeks to heat up without her taking notice. “And we can put the lavender in!”
Since this was the one flower you could identify, you complied, making sure to wash them before sprinkling a small amount of the the petals in. At least you knew this flower was actually used in baking sometimes. You finished blending the frosting and scooped a bit up in your finger, holding it out for Luna to try. But a second before it reached her tongue, you moved your hand, swiping it onto her nose,
“Boop.” She laughed and and did the same to you,
“Boop.” She skillfully licked the frosting off of her nose.
“S’not fair, you booped me twice.” You tried sticking your tongue out to lick at the tip of your nose, but apparently you just weren’t as talented as your lovely wife because the only thing you managed to accomplish was getting your upper lip wet. Instead, she leaned to your face and swiped the frosting from your skin with her own tongue. She pulled back, allowing you to examine her sparkling sliverish-blue eyes for a moment. You moved forward, almost closing the distance between you two, “You can’t just do that, love.”
She softly giggled, pecking your lips before leaving you to stand there while she started to push the frosting into piping tubes. You sighed, slouching your shoulders, but a smile of adoration still rested on your lips. She always did that. She was always an accidental tease.
The frosting quality slowly decreased as time went on. At first, both of your actions were careful, trying to get the prettiest swirl to sit atop the cupcake. But the delicious scent was getting to the both of you, and soon, all you wanted was to stuff your faces. You didn’t even bother refilling the piping bags when they ran out, instead choosing to just scoop frosting onto the cakes with a spoon.
You took a bite into the cupcake, which was awfully too sweet and definitely held some bitterness. You sighed, looking to the counter where there were significantly less flowers than there were before the batter was put in the oven,
13 beautiful baby rats! I am super excited. No I am not keeping the babies. I got homes lined up for all of them! I use to breed years ago and know what I am doing. Just had to share. The mom is a Siamese named Luna.
My sister asked me to draw her Luna Lovegood for her birthday and even tho I’m not really into Harry Potter, Luna is super cute and I had fun drawing her!
