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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Maybe kaiji and hirotsu for domnestic event????

🍋Kajii became a chemistry and science tutor for teens. He is a responsible tutor and never does dangerous experiments. Moreover, if someone buys fireworks or firecrackers, he will hide them in a safe, so kids won't touch them.

🚬 Hirotsu put pots with bindweed on the roof, so one of the Manor walls looked prettier.

[namita10]

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Fluffcember Day 20: Only With You

Yesterday's Fluffcember - the prompt was Traditional Cooking.

Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix)

Shipping: Striga/Morana

Genre: Domnestic Fluff

Length: 1095 words

[A03 Link]

Working for humans was demeaning. Humans were stupid, feeble, weak. They cared about so many nothings in their short, short lives. And they would die. So easily. Even Morana, who did not consider herself a fighter, could snuff out their lives without even breaking a sweat. And yet they were here, in Szombathely, working for fucking humans.

She had been right – of course. The humans had not been particularly choosy, when it came to who was filling up their ranks. The political situation in Europe was volatile – had been volatile even before Dracula rained hell onto Earth for half a year. Many had died. Soldiers, too. So offering a squadron of undead soldiers had made them quick friends, even if those undead soldiers needed to feed on human blood at least once a month. They were defending the city, for now, waiting it out until the end of winter. And she, Morana, was working for fucking humans, helping them bring their stupid human affairs in order, plan out their trade routes and all the things humans were still so bad with.

It was annoying. Humans were annoying. The fact that during this night alone three men had tried to explain the things she had spent centuries perfecting to her, did not make it any better. Oh, she had been so close to ripping that one guy's throat out – and that would've been her letting him of easy. Because aside from trade, administration and certain tactics, she had also perfected the art of torturing humans. How much she would've loved to making the man scream for hours.

She could not quite stifle a sigh when she returned to the small house the local lord had given over to them. It was a small house with but one room. Nothing compared to the comforts she had grown so accustomed to during those last 400 years. But it was something. A little thing.

Much to her surprise she found the tangy smell of sour cream, as well as the scent of fried pork belly hanging in their one room, when she entered. She had not eaten normal food ever since they had left Styria. It was just not a thing they could afford right now.

Yet, there Striga was, standing in front of that tiny stove they had, a pan over the open flame.

“You are back,” she said softly, without turning around.

“I am,” Morana replied. All the anger from her night vanished from one moment to the next, as she was seeing her wife at the stove. Striga was hunched over, as the stove – or anything in this house really – had not been made for someone her size. Yet, she was cooking.

Morana went over to her. All she wanted to do was hug her, hold her for a moment, so she did. Putting her arms around the muscular body and hiding her face between those wide shoulders.

“You had an annoying night?” Striga concluded.

Morana could not hold back a groan. “You have no idea. Those men… they are infuriating!” It was a thing she had always agreed with Carmilla on. Humans were bad. Human men were worse. Because they acted as if the entire world belonged to them, as if the world should feel blessed for them having set a foot on it. They were so completely unable to understand how unimportant their own lives were. And the more power such a man had amassed – and vampire men did not really differ from the human ones – the worse they became.

“I know,” Striga muttered. “I know, my beloved.”

“I want to kill them,” Morana murmured. “I want to…”

“I know,” Striga said again.

A part of Morana’s mind had long gone over the possibilities. They had about 200 vampire soldiers with them. Could they not just overpower the humans and take the city? It had a castle. Not a nice castle like the one in Styria, but a castle never the less. How many of their people would they lose in the process? Would they be able to hold the city?

The latter point was the big struggle, wasn’t it? They were in Hungary right now and Hungary still had a standing army. Sooner or later they would take the city back. And their soldiers would die. And without the soldiers she and Striga would die as well. Then it would be all for nothing.

“Once the winter is over, we can move on,” Striga promised. “Once the winter is over…”

But they both knew, it wasn’t quite true. Even with the winter over there was the fact that they could just not return to a comfortable life like they had before. They would be on the road, always just a smidge away from dying in the sun.

Morana relinquished the thought. She would have to deal with it. The humans were stupid, but wasn’t she more so for holding a grudge? Those humans were barely more than animals. She would not hold a grudge against a stupid dog biting her, right?

“How did you get the food?” They were, after all, not paid money, just blood.

“I gambled for it,” Striga replied.

“But what did you stake?”

“Ah, nothing much.” Striga just shrugged, before taking the pan of the stove. “Sit.”

Morana could not quite help a smile, before she sat down by the table. A simple wooden construction that lacked any sophistication. “What did you make?”

“Machanka,” Striga replied.

It was a dish Morana remembered. A Slavic dish, made with onions, sour cream and cheese, as far as she remembered. Served with bread and fried pork belly.

“It was something I made for my siblings back when…” Striga stopped herself, shaking her head, though Morana understood.

Back when she was human. Though it had been a long time since then, too, hadn’t it? 400 years. Though other than Morana, Striga still remembered her human life – had even held it dear. For Morana… it was just too long ago. She remembered the place, but nothing more. What had her family been like? She had not idea. She just remembered being an undead goddess over a city for many, many years – before the winds of time had crumbled the city to dust.

Maybe Striga guessed her thoughts, even though she said nothing. She just bowed down and kissed her onto the forehead. “It’s good,” she promised, before filling the soup into two simple wooden bowls. “Not fancy, but good.”

“I know it’s good, my love,” Morana replied. “It has been you, who cooked it.”

[marrutu]

Este atata liniste si sufletul atat de tacut incat se pare ca aici domneste cu adevarat binecuvantatrea.

[melmonquartelz]

Oh yeah

Have a Domnest drawing to make u feel better about Dom/the speedpaint <:’)))

I love them sm cries

@duckstrashcan​

[fairgamefics]

Prompt idea: Qrow being in his birb form around Clover. Whether Clover knows its him or not is your choice :D

Of course!! 

This is a small lil piece where Clover knows Qrow can transform with a lil’ domnestic fair game added in! 

Hope you enjoy!!!

"I can totally tell the difference between you and normal crows."

Qrow and Clover sat at the dining table, eating breakfast. Qrow raised an eyebrow to that question, as he leaned forward with a wicked grin creeping onto his face.

"Oh? You willing to make that bet?"

Clover's heart began to accelerate; he always loved seeing Qrow get like this. But knew this wasn't the time and place, so he decided to instead respond to him.

"Absolutely, you're on. And what does the winner get?"

Qrow paused for a moment, trying to come up with a decent prize that he would personally love to have. There was a flicker of excitement inside those light red eyes of his, as he crossed his arms.

"Whoever wins, doesn't have to make the bed for a month, loser well...Takes up bed-making duties."

Clover gasped as Qrow knew that was his least favourite chore to do around the house. With a determined smile, he nodded as he accepted the offer.

"Let's do this."

As they stood out in their garden, a massive murder of crows was huddled in the trees, all different sounds being tossed around.

"Okay, close your eyes for five seconds, and then you can look. If you can guess which one is me, I will face the punishment."

Clover nodded as he shut his eyes, images of crow! Qrow flooding into his mind as he tried to have a perfect idea of what he looked like.

There was a whoosh, and that's when Clover knew it was okay to look.

As the world appeared in front of him again, he glanced up at the big group of birds. He got closer, considering every single bird. They all looked strikingly similar; Clover was starting to worry if he had just lost the bet.

However, his eyes fell on one crow, which was settled in with a bunch of others. Squinting his eyes, he examined it carefully. That bird darted its head. As he took a minute or so, he finally made his decision.

"There you are."

Clover said as he pointed to a crow that was nestled below it. The bird chuffed loudly as it jumped from its perch and soared across the sky.

Within moments, it dove down, and after it passed through the cloud, Qrow had transformed back to himself. As he landed with a grunt, he stood up and brushed off the dust on his shoulders. Qrow then proceeded to place his hand on his hips and raised an eyebrow.

"How the hell did you know that was me?"

Clover snickered, as he made his way over and pulled him in for a quick kiss. As they broke apart, he answered the question.

"All the other birds were staring right at me, but you were the only one who was actively avoiding eye contact. You must have had forgotten that your eyes are red while the rest had beady black ones when you made the bet."

Qrow blinked several times before he let out a low laugh as he exhaled sharply, knowing he had been caught out.

"Guess this means I'm the one who is gonna be making the bed for a while?"

"Lucky you, huh?"

[odinspattern]

Urgh, so I recently bought new headphones and I an trying to catch up with backlog of podcasts, right? One of them is «Happyface presents: Two Face.» For those of you who haven’t heard of it, it follows the story of Becky Babcock who is Diane Down’s daughter, and is about reconciling and healing from the trauma by getting answers. In it they interview Diane’s brother.

And man, it is so fucking fustrating to listen to. I mean, I GET that you may be inclined to believe that your sister is innocent. But. There are just. So many things here. He claims that he and Diane had a wonderful childhood. Meanwhile Diane claims that their father sexually abused her, which he dismisses.

Becky is there to get to know her family and history. He is treating this as a campaign. He isn’t even trying to get to know Becky at all. He keeps disrespecting his niece for being hesitant to campaign for her mother’s innocence and makes assumptions over how to came to believe that Diane is a murderer. When questioned about the case, he keeps coming up with excuses why something can’t be or comes up with WILD theories to explain things.

Which again is so fustrating to listen to. He also describes a scene where he is a witness to domnestic abuse against his sister. And he doesn’t try to stop it or say anything about trying to reach out to help his sister during that time. Nor does he (so far) expres any remorse about not trying Harder before or failing. Which is what I balk the most at. If I ever witnessed my brother in law assaulting my sister, or vice versa, I’d try to get in there to stop it from happening or hell, try to help the person afterwards if I froze.

[simonaworld]

Puterea egalitatii

Puterea egalitatii Priveste-i si trateaza-i pe ceilalti ca fiind egali. Permite ca binele celeilalte persoane sa fie la fel de important ca si binele tau. Nu ridica acea persoana pe un piedestal  si nici nu incerca sa o cobori. Accepta-i pe oameni asa cum sunt, fara conditii. Atunci cand avem acest tip de relatii cu ceilalti, in lume domneste pacea. Aceasta este “relatia corecta”. Relatia corecta…

[lupu97]

Tu

Tu,

Tu fata tacuta,

Cu frica de Dumnezeu,

Cu frica de cel rau,

Cu frica , de ce o sa-ti rezerve viitorul,

Deschide ochii ,

Si spune-mi ce vezi in mine

Ce suflet de drac,

Ce tanjeste dupa tine,

Ce tanjeste dupa corpul tau si a ta sarutare.

Ce suflet de inger,

Ce te fereste pe tine

De tot raul din jur

Şi din departare

Dar in minte ti-aduce abisul

Caci zi si noapte

Te vei gandi la.mine.

Si nu

Nu-ti voi fi iubit, nici amant ,nici tata

Iti voi fi drogul de seara ,

Caci in fiecare noapte

In miezul noptii

Cand linistea domneste peste toti

Eu iti voi perturba linistea

Iti voi perturba mintea si visul

Iti voi distruge intimitatea

Ca intr-un final sa ma cauti

Sa ma cauti peste tot in lume

In fiecare colt ,in fiecare vis,

Pe care il transform in abis.

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[marley-warriors]

Bertholdt finished his good, shoving his plate away as he groaned, eyes focused on Zeke. He still wanted answers, but figured they would have to wait until the Marleyans were gone.

The Marleyan that had poked Reiner laughed, looking to his friends. “Just like a dog. Who would have tought that humans would someday domnesticate demons?”

marley-warriors-of-demon-blood‌:

Usually Zeke petting Bertholdt’s head would have reassured him, but not this time. “Why?” Bert whimpered softly. “I thought we were here to atone for our sins…” Never could he have imagined that it was Zeke who suggested all of this to the higher ups.

A marleyan poked Reiner with a stick, not wanting to touch the inclean being. “Hey, Hybrid. Eat up, you know the rules. Everything must he eaten.”

Zeke remained silent as Bertholdt spoke and only waited for him to finish eating his food, he glanced over to Reiner who groaned as he was poked with a stick and slowly raised his head back up. He wanted to tell him that he wasn’t hungry anymore but he knew he’d only get into trouble if he said that “ Yes sir…”

Reiner forced himself to eat the rest of the food and nearly gagged it all up at the thought of what limb he was eating and from which eldian.

[dininimapentrumine]

Inimi de gheață

Traim vremi in care cu inimi de gheata,

Umbla fiinte vii pe pamant,

Cu privirea stinsa, doar lacrimi pe fata

Si glasul mereu tremurand.

Privim si in jururi vedem deznadejde

Si oameni, ce fug disperati,

Nu se mai cunoaste nici sora cu sora,

Iar fratii tradeaza pe frati.

O lume intreaga ce e obsedata ,

De propria fiinta si~atat,

Nu mai iubeste si nu mai iarta,

Pacatul domneste cumplit.

Nu mai este…

[eyebrowsonfire]

I used to be so excited for season 2 and now I almost don’t care. Don’t care about the manga anymore either. Yes, I’ll read and watch it and hopefully I’ll get some of that excitement back (probably will once I see it). But mostly I just care about fanart of Erwn and Lvi living a quiet, happy life, drinking tea, cleaning and cooking together, grocery shopping etc. Just doing regular domnestic stuff. That is the content I want to see.

[marley-warriors]

Marcel took some clumsy, slow steps forward. But since he was still fresh he soon started walking faster and normal. Like a dog he pulled at the leash, seemingly wanting to go for a run. “Thats pretty sweet.” Reiner mused. “Its like we domnesticated a biter.”

marley-warriors-of-demon-blood‌:

Unsure Porco gave him a high five. “He is so cold…” he muttured, looking to Marcel. “It must be terroble always being so cold.”

“I found a leash.” Reiner grinned. “Or we could use the noose pole.” Marcel watched them before slowly fiddeling with his restraints. Reiner did look a bit panicked for a second, knowing from the video how horribly wrong this could go. He just stayed very still as Marcel stood there free.

Yuu chuckled nervously as he inched towards Marcel with the leash, he slowly wrapped it around his neck and stepped back slightly.

“Come on, let’s go.” He smiled wearily at them all as he began to walk him around.