#questions and answers and unanswered questions

[timstinytool]

I Wish I Had Battle Armor That Shield Me From My PGD. And My Ex Wife. And My Ex Mother In Ex Law. And My Son. And The Problems. Thank You. What Sexuality Is Lolita? Can I Be Lolita Too?

[kenntoria]

synopsis ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ at a family dinner, nanami watches you cradle a baby—hesitant at first, then heartbreakingly gentle—and sees a future he’ll never rush, but quietly dreams of.

tori’s notes ᝰ.��� you dream of that and i’ll dream of you nanamin

the thing about nanami is that he never asks you for more than you’re willing to give.

he never rushes you. not when it came to your relationship. not when you both moved in together. not when the question of marriage hovered between you like an unanswered prayer. and especially not when the topic of children entered the conversation, clumsy and tentative.

not that you ever spoke about it directly.

you weren’t against it, not exactly. but the idea of a child—of diapers and crying and the eternal pressure to be good at something you’d never tried before—was terrifying. there was too much responsibility in the softness of a baby’s head, the fragility of a tiny body. sometimes you’d joke about how you’d probably drop one, or that kids hated you, or that the thought of giving birth was horrifying. and nanami never laughed at you. never called you dramatic. he just nodded, like he understood.

and he did. god, he did.

but he also noticed things.

like the way your eyes lingered when you saw a baby bundled in a stroller. or how you’d go quiet when you saw a toddler waddling with a cookie in each hand. he noticed the way you softened just a little more when children were near—not enough for anyone else to see, but enough that he caught it, caught you, staring before you realized and blinked away like you’d been caught daydreaming.

and you always assumed he didn’t notice. but of course nanami did. nanami noticed everything when it came to you.

that’s why it hits him a little harder than expected when it finally happens.

you’re at one of his family dinners—something warm and rowdy, his relatives laughing too loud and bringing too many dishes. you’re dressed in a little sundress he likes, sipping juice and picking at a plate of fruit, eyes gentle and distant as the evening spins on around you.

and then his cousin, chaotic and overwhelmed, clutches her baby girl to her chest and says your name, breathless.

“can you hold her for a sec? i need to get the cake from the car—i’ll be quick!”

before you can answer, the baby is placed in your arms. warm. soft. gurgling with laughter like the world is nothing but good things.

and nanami watches you freeze.

“uh,” you manage to croak out.

it’s not even a second. just a stutter in your body. your arms hold the baby awkwardly at first, like you’re cradling a bomb you don’t know how to defuse. your brows pinch in confusion. and then—

your arms shift. your body curls inward slightly. and something in your face melts like wax in the sun. the baby touches your face with tiny, chubby fingers, and you giggle—quiet, shocked at yourself, like you hadn’t expected to enjoy the weight of a child in your arms.

and nanami watches you pull her closer. presses your cheek to her soft hair. the curve of your mouth so gentle, so awestruck, that he forgets how to breathe.

the room goes quiet in his head. nothing else exists except the sight of you holding that baby. except the sudden, selfish ache in his chest as his mind races with the what-ifs.

what if it was your baby?

what if you were holding the child you made together?

what if that softness on your face was for a little girl with his eyes and your smile?

he’s still staring when you finally glance up. eyes searching the room for him—and when you catch his gaze, you blink, visibly flustered. your face flushes. you look down at the baby again and then back up at him, almost shy.

nanami smiles. it splits his face slowly, creases the corner of his eyes, lights something deep behind them. he crosses the room slowly, like something sacred is happening and he doesn’t want to disturb it.

“hey,” he murmurs, voice low and fond, crouching slightly to meet your eyes. “you okay?”

you nod quickly, like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him.

“you’re good with her,” he leans in, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“i—no, i’m not. she’s just… quiet. she’s not scary like the others.” you look down, like you are still trying to shake it off.

but the baby coos again, snug against your chest, and nanami swears he’d never seen anything more precious than the way you blink down at her like you aren’t sure what to do with the warmth blooming in your chest.

“you look good with her.”

your eyes widen. “don’t say that.”

“why not?” he says, smile lingering. “it’s true, sweetheart.”

you glance down at the baby, then back at him. “don’t get ideas, kento.”

he lifts his hands innocently, even as his heart burns quietly with the image of you both in a home of your own, years from now, with a baby that shares both your blood and names.

“no ideas,” he says. “just… enjoying the view.”

you roll your eyes, but you don’t hand the baby back. you don’t push him away when he presses a lingering kiss to your temple, and he doesn’t say anything when he notices you swaying slightly—instinctively rocking the baby in your arms.

and maybe you’ll talk about it one day.

and maybe you won’t.

but for now, he’s content to let this moment exist as it is: quiet, perfect, and full of a future that doesn’t need to be rushed.

[memephi]

mephi if u were here I would feed u tons of food. you might turn into a fat birb but you will be our fat birb, babies should be spoiled with love and food. take care of yourself little birdie I love u mwa

But the real question is, how fat of a mephie will you still adore? 🤔

Is he still baby? 😔 yes the answer is yes

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((Quick note: To the unanswered asks still in my ask box- you have been acknowledged!! I just have a ton of drafts waiting in queue so imma try to space out ask replies so those posts can see the light of day 🫠))

[cherokeeghostwriter]

birthplace

i grew up in spaces too wide for one child’s voice. a backyard that swallowed afternoons, and solitude that never answered my call.

i remember silence- how it lingered after my footsteps, how it folded itself into blankets, into stars, and the spaces between unanswered questions.

somewhere, i began to bury things before they were lost. as if loneliness could be planted in the ground, in the dirt. -hidden.

…

i returned once to my birthplace- years too late- hoping the earth might remember me, that the ground might open up and welcome my misplaced soul.

but everything had grown unrecognisable without me.

my memories were there, but that place was gone. the trees, stripped of their sanctity, and the house, with all of its resemblance, no longer knew my name.

[onelittleornotthing]

I probably should have announced this from the very beginning. I don't want to, and I won't, draw Toppins Tower AU anymore, or answer questions on this blog. I've burned out on this AU, and I don't want to continue with this pointless idea. I thought I could return to drawing answers for this AU in a month, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Maybe I've become lazy, or maybe I've given up, I don't know. In any case, I don't like my attempts to create anything. Thank you for your attention. Sorry who like it Au or,, eh,,i dont know. who can like it I'll draw a sketches of all the unanswered questions, if I have the strength.

[hidefdoritos]

[ID: Multicolored sunlight filtering through the stained glass window in a late gothic cathedral.]

[demaparbat-hp]

seeing your ZK art with katara's burn scars I imagine zuko kissing her scarred hands 😭 and ofc she kisses his scar too !!!!!!!!

Scar kisses are my everything.

[deerspherestudios]

How will Mychael react to a person who is kind and good to him, but does not hide their hatred of humanity or clearly does not like people. He himself did not have a great time communicating with society, so I wonder if this will increase his negativity or fear.

Oh definitely! I've actually answered something similar here!

[bringerofdarkness-fancomic]

Bringer of Darkness: Arc 1, Page 28.

That can't be good....

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[souenkun]

Judging from these panels, would it mean that there's no other yorishima exorcist that's still alive (since natori said that the yorishima family "was once" a big name, past tense) in the canon timeline, and that the yorishima we know probably ended his family's exorcism business for good by retiring himself? If so, was the reason tied to the youkai living in his left arm, or is there another cause? And when exactly did he retire— was it before or during seiji and shuuichi's high school days, which was why his left arm appeared with the thick bandages when he gave them the loquats in the anime, but he still lived in the estate during that time, or was it after the two became legal adults, which lined up somewhat with him moving into his forest home, abandoning his family estate in favor of living in isolation?

And, speaking of retirement, I wonder if we'll ever know why midorikawa told us that the takis were "famous" (which presumedly meant they were strong enough to be well-known) as occult diviners, since tooru herself only ever mentioned what their previous family business entails, and never about their status in the exorcism community? We don't really need this extra bit if she wanted to further establish how tooru has an aptitude for spell-casting, either. Again, there's another "strong" family (whose members are still alive in canon) that went into retirement, but did the taki family lost their power because the ability to see (if they were needed for diviners) disappeared for at least the last three generations (if we assumed that tooru and isamu's parents couldn't see youkai too), or was it due to another reason? How close was shinichiro (tooru and isamu's grandpa) to the matobas that even the current clan head came to pay his respects during his sixth death anniversary; was his relationship with seiji's father strictly resolved around exorcism business, or was anything else involved? Does tooru herself doesn't fully understand the prowess her family once had, hence why seiji was the one who told takashi (and us readers) about it? What would this tiny bit of lore mean for tooru with it revealed this late into the manga, when tooru herself only talked sparsely about her ancestors in previous chapters?

[herefortheships]

Lydia: Doesn't dare to even think about her poltergeist bc she's scared of what he might do to her family if he gets out.

Delia: boards up door to the attic. The attic which, even if Beets still lived there, he was never bound to.

Beutelgeuse: ok so I have a haunting at 10am in Ohio, lunch at 12, got 4 hauntings scheduled in NY from 2pm-6pm, gonna lead a spook workshop in Cali at 7pm followed by a bar crawl, sleep that off till 3am, and then follow up with all the clients from this week who are worried bc they heard talk of tv show people showing up. If it's HER show, I'll need to clear up my schedule for when she shows up. If I make the walls bleed and draw little hearts in the blood, is that coming on too strong?

He is unbothered and delusional sure his charms will get him the girl. Love it 😆

In all seriousness, his attempts at making contact with Lydia and courting her, scaring her instead, is one of my favorite things in the sequel. Lydia terrified, meanwhile Betelgeuse out there swooning and sighing over getting to see her again 😂💚. He is definitely coming on too strong, but he so can't see it and it's hilarious.

I'm sure he did help her with the hauntings for her show, too. I hope that one comes up in movie three. No one can take that headcanon away from me. 😌

[out-of-the-loop-official]

Hi! I noticed there were a lot of subreddit blogs getting made lately, and I figured I could make my own. So Here's a tumblr version of r/OutOfTheLoop

If you are out of date on the latest topic whether that be news, drama, meme, etc.? A little confused at what people mean by clown jumpscare? @out-of-the-loop-official is here for you!

Only rules are:

Ask your question in an unbiased manner.

Try to be specific, if your question is too vague or general to understand what it's asking about, it won't be posted.

Please be civil!

Try to answer the question or ask your own legitimate questions in the replies, no judgement here.

I reserve the right to refuse to post your question for any or no reason.

Questions about 18+ topics are allowed, however minors please block "#minors don't look" or "#nsft tw" tags, and please inform me it's an 18+ question in your ask so I can tag it.

If you know of a blog more applicable to your question (especially the ones mentioned below), please send your ask to them instead:

Would appreciate a signal boost from @no-stupid-questions-official @confessions-official @fuck-you-official @am-i-the-asshole-official @rrelationshipadvice

[starscr0ss]

im thinking about celestia and the abyss being literal opposites (chaos and order) and im thinking about childe and lumine being sort of embodiments of that, just not in the way we think. after the latest natlan quest its clear to us what the fatui intends and what they want- i think the tsaritsa more than anything loves humanity, which is why she directly opposes celestia who are known for bringing down different civilizations. childe, as Her weapon and Her blade is an extenction of that: he's a blade forged by the abyss, bathed in Her holyness, meant to strike down those who sin. lumine (talking solely about traveler lumine) is the literal sister of the prince of the abyss, she has clear ties to it and at this point in the story still is hesitant about fully opposing him (i love angst). her entire story revolves around chaose and disrupting celestia's (and the fatui's) order. isnt that fun

i think what childe longs for the most is control- control of himself, his life, his powers, his story, his fate. i think what lumine wants the most is freedom, which is just another phacet of chaos

anyways. you see it. the themes are theming

[rainofthetwilight]

need people to look at this tweet because oh my god, FINALLY someone said it

[su-inverted-au]

What would've happened if cotton took light rose's hand? Would his appearance look like Rose? Would his mind be suppressed? Would he still be Steven?

interesting questions.

what do YOU think would have happened?

[iamchickenhearmesquawk]

Hoping to god that’s not the last we see of Irv and Dylan this season because it felt like a send off (for now) so we can focus on everyone else in the finale.