#he’s a young man not ready for leadership

[fistfuloflightning]

Tajime ran a fond hand through his son’s wild hair. “There are things that you will only learn when the weight of leadership lies on your shoulders.”

“But I’ll still have you to learn from,” Madara protested, looking so painfully young in Tajime’s eyes.

A wry, sad smile twisted his thin lips. “… Not always.”

[evilminji]

You know all those Cults in Gotham?

Bet at least ONE of them could spring for both a Legit Magic User and a Cloning pod.

Because The Wayne's? Hearts of Gold. Long standing pains in the asses. Probably the only thing standing between this gods forsaken wasteland of a city and Their Dark Lord. For GENERATIONS no less!

It's sooooo obnoxious!

So they want to Curse Um dead. Just a good ol fashioned bloodline curse. Destroy um from within, etc. BUT! To do THAT? You kinda need a blood relative to sacrifice!

And Bruce is... well... rather infamously An Orphan With No Biological Kids (at that point).

So? What do you do? Make one, obviously. You send in some of your own on a Holy Mission. Honeypot that playboy! Get us a kid to sacrifice! Our God will reward you etc! But... FFS! What? Are brunettes not your TYPE or something?! Pretty lady! Throwing herself at you!!

TAKE THE BAIT!

But he DOESN'T. Because he's both really used to that behavior, as The Wayne Heir and a False Playboy, AND because? He's fuckin Batman. He can see through your schemes.

Okay.

Okay!

Plan B!

Get us some DNA. We'll CLONE the sucker. That should be doable, right?

........OH COME ON! How?!

Batman: [REDACTED] / Cultists: 0

Fuck it! This is impossible! How are we supposed too... *eyes drift over to the Wayne Family Private Graveyard* .......Idea? Ideeeeaaaa~! Someone get us a shovel!

So they, cultist bastards that they are? Fuckin rob a grave for some DNA.

OBVIOUSLY though, it can't be one of the more RECENT graves! He probably VISITS those! Watches them! No we gotta be SNEAKY! Get one a bit further back! Mwahahahaha! We're so brilliant! Our God is gonna give us SUCH a Good Grade in follower!

A thing that is both REAL and possible to achieve!

So, while a Weirdly FURIOUS Batman? Is just... VIOLENTLY breaking ALL of their bones? Cultist 17 is furiously digging like his life depends on it. Either somebody snitched or Batman was hunting them down! Either way?

Gotta! Get! That! DNA!!! *digs faster*

Ah HA! Got it!

Fucking SCATTER! Run you fools, RUN!!! *everyone bolts*

And AT LAST! They have it! Wayne DNA! Now? Pop that sucker into the machine and make us a baby! Too sacrifice! *relieved noises* Man, that was hard work you guys. But we DID it!

Except??

Theoretical Babies? And "Real, slowly forming in front of me and becoming a human child" type babies? VERY DIFFERENT psychologically. It's ONE thing to sacrifice a HYPOTHETICAL baby... but when you're the guy running and monitoring the Cloning machine? Watching it slowly form and come together into... into a CHILD?

You start asking questions of yourself. Of God.

Of what, EXACTLY, you are willing to do.

What lines you find yourself unwilling to cross.

And yeah, your life was SHIT before the cult. Yeah, you were alone. Adrift. Without purpose. Angry at the world for all of its ugliness and failings. But... sitting, alone, in a dark room? Nothing but the steady hum of machines and the cool light of that pod? You are left with nothing but time... and your thoughts.

And the baby.

The one... the one YOU made.

Almost... he's almost like a son, in a way. Your son. Floating there, innocent and unknowing. Destined to be born, only to die painfully, for a cause he could not even begin to understand. Because he's too young. Too small. Just... just a baby.

The baby YOU made.

Doubt seeps in like mist. Creeping into the cracks forming in your faith. Surely there's another way, right? Why not save up for a better magician? Or... or hire a hitman? Why involve a child? Surely... surely your God would not WANT this, right? Or if He did! Surely, he would want the boy to be able to CHOOSE, right? A noble sacrifice, for the cause?

The pressure builds. Batman is tearing the city APART looking for your fellow Believers. Leadership is pressuring you to get "It" ready all ready.

He's not an "it".

They are dismissing your questions. Threatening and posturing, as you grapple with your faith. Where? Where is the COMMUNITY that you joined? The camaraderie? Every day, Believers are being torn down. The faith has lost so many!

How can this be WORTH it?

Your faith is slowly, cruelly, strangled in your chest. A death, by ten thousand silences, and ten thousand more cruelties.

Your son is ready.

You do not tell them.

The Clone of Bruce Wayne's great-grandfather is small, but healthy, in your arms. A tiny warm body, with a strong beating little heart. You call the police. Leave your phone, call running, on the desk. No one thinks to stop you, as you calmly walk out the back door.

Why would they doubt?

You are Faithful.

You drive. Pray to a God you have lost faith in, beg forgiveness for what you do now. Your beat up old junker of a car makes decent time, as you leave Gotham. Your son, asleep in a carefully made nest of blankets, on the seat next to you. You drive. You keep driving.

Past towns.

Past cities.

Out of the state.

Stopping only to feed your son and fuel your car. You... you can not bring yourself to care about what will happen to you now. You know they will find you. Know this is the end. But something ancient burns in your chest. A caring you never thought was REAL.

You are afraid.

But you will not let them harm your son.

Finally, a town. Far from Gotham. Quite and cheerful. It calls to you.

Here. It... it has to be here.

You find the hospital. Tears choking you. There is a place to drop of children. You've seen them before. How strange, that now you stand before it and HURT. Your arms not listening to your command. You... you have to do this. You HAVE too.

He is just a baby.

He is your son.

You have to keep him safe. And... and that can not be with you.

You gently put your baby boy into the drop off. Press the buzzer. And then? You make yourself walk away.

Get back in your car, and drive. The gun in your glove box will insure they can never pry from you, what you have done. Where he is. He is safe now. He has to be. You... you did your job. As his father. You made sure he was safe.

You can barely see the road, through your tears.

You take your secrets to the grave.

And Danny? He grows up. Is adopted young and never knows different. Both a Fenton and a Wayne. Knowing only one of these, to be his. But... that Wayne? Was a damn fine man. A pillar of his community and a champion of the people.

Got tossed more then a few blessings, in his life.

They weren't the STRONGEST. But they added up. And more importantly? Were hardly the refined magics of the more powerful. They were cast onto "Him". By blood and bone, more often then not. Which was all well and good!

When there was only ONE of "Him".

Cloning technology did not exsist. So why would you word carefully against it? Danny becomes a VERY lucky boy. Survives many things he should not. In fact, the kindness and hard work of his original? Gifted back in magically powered well wishes? By this, he survives something NO ONE could possibly expect him too.

It saves his life.

His template would be quite pleased, knowing that. That his life of good deeds, saved the life of the child he never got a chance to meet. That it protected his children, from even beyond death.

And in Gotham? At long, long last. The program Bruce made in his helplessness and despair, to search EVERY child until the child made of his bloodline was found? Spits out a match.

A Watchtower engineer.

Daniel J. Fenton.

@hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation

[aliceramblez]

Dating The BroZone Brothers 🎤🎶

Tags: Gender-neutral reader, Fluff, Some Angst (mostly for Branch lol), Also Broppy isn't canon here, obviously. But I love them dearly so don't come at me!

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John Dory

We all know this man is a bit self-centered, and that doesn't stop at your relationship.

He'll find any opportunity to show off for you— anything from singing, to dancing, to just his ‘incredible leadership skills that make him the perfect boyfriend!’

He also definitely introduced himself as a member of the old boy band BroZone, which you may or may not have heard of, which may or may not have left him flabbergasted.

Despite all his faults though, John Dory will do his best to be a good partner for you. It's what you deserve, after all!

Keeping you safe from wild creatures, making sure you're always happy because he loves your smile, and also being the overprotective boyfriend who'll square off against anyone who even dares to make you uncomfortable even if they're 10x his size.

Small detail, but he also loves the fact that Rhonda took a liking to you instantly.

“She knows how to pick the good ones,” he'd say with a wink.

Talks about his brothers CONSTANTLY, but always in a way that makes it seem like he doesn't care and that it's their fault the band broke up in the first place. He obviously really cares about them, though.

Some nights, he'll reflect and regret all the stuff he said and did to them, and wishes he could go back and make it right. You reassure him through most of it, trying to convince him that he was young and just didn't know any better.

He stares at you in awe and disbelief because how could ANYONE think that what he did was justifiable? Abandoning his younger siblings all because of his stupid ego and personal insecurities.

“I really don't deserve you...”

Give him some time he's just emotionally constipated.

Also you BET he's gonna show you off to his brothers once they're reunited, so just let him. He just wants the most important people in his life to meet.

You can also expect them to try and embarrass John Dory with stories from their childhood, so be ready to have a good laugh as your boyfriend plots for murder in the background.

Spruce/Bruce

Probably the one who's best equipped to be in a relationship out of everyone in the group.

He is a family man, after all.

Speaking of which, if you think him settling down in the movie and having kids of his own was cute, it really is! But that just indicates that he has a way with children.

If you have a child or younger sibling, expect them to get dotted and taken care of to DEATH by this man.

He may not have been the sensitive one of the group, but was definitely the most reliable of the eldest, so he's got experience handling little trouble makers that come his way.

He still opens a cantina in Vacay Island, which is where you two met for the first time, and so you help run it occasionally whenever you have the chance. And even though you don't go there 24/7, all the regulars just think that you're the co-owner since you're dating Bruce.

You're the one who finds out that he's actually ‘Spruce’, the member of old boy band BroZone. You just happened to stumble upon an old record he kept in his room, and after confronting him about it, he reluctantly confirms your suspicions.

It was hard to recognize him since he was much older now and his body had definitely... grown over the years.

Bruce doesn't like preaching about those days, since he's quite embarrassed of the ‘immature ladies man’ he used to be back then.

But he won't deprive you of them either, since he'll happily share any stories on his misadventures with his brothers, funny backstage incidents, etc.

He misses them dearly and wishes they're all doing okay.

Two words: Hopeless. Romantic.

He's ‘The Heart Throb’ for a reason.

Roses, chocolates, dances— he can do it all!

Bruce will always make time in his busy schedule to spend time with you, taking you on dates to your favorite spots around the island, getting you meaningful gifts, and just overall expressing his love for you in any way he can.

He loves singing to you because it always serenades you and it puts a smile on his face.

People always joke that he's going to propose to you out of the blue one of these days, which always leaves him a flustered mess, but he never denies either.

“What can I say? I might be waiting for the perfect opportunity...”

Clay

Poor baby doesn't know what he's doing but he's trying, okay?

The two of you meet in the abandoned Bergen Golf Course, where you and Viva welcome him with open arms, and everything pretty much plays as in the movie, except that he really likes spending time with you and ONLY you, which he doesn't quite understand?

You're the one to ask him out cause otherwise you'd be playing this back and forth forever. He says yes.

He's never had a partner before, so he's justifiably worried that he'll mess up in some way, or that you'll end up finding him too boring after a while.

This becomes much more apparent after a particular bad night, in which after mumbling incoherently because of a nightmare, you find out that he has brothers and used to be in a boy band.

He doesn't open up about it at first, so you give him some space and reassure him that you'll be there when he needs you. Just give him some time and he'll tell you eventually.

He talks about how he could never be himself, since he was always expected to be ‘The Fun One’, and now he's basically tried to become the complete opposite in hopes of gaining some control over his life.

But he also worries that others will think he's too dull, and that he just isn't interesting enough to be around. Especially you.

You immediately take his face in your hands and look him in the eyes.

“I fell in love with Clay. Not ‘The Fun Troll from BroZone’ Clay. Also, you're fun in your own way!”

He basically falls for you all over again after hearing this.

After that, he becomes slightly less uptight and allows himself to enjoy the little things. You sometimes actually catch him dancing when he thinks no one's looking and you find it's the most adorable thing in the world, even after he realizes he's not alone and wants the earth to swallow him whole.

“Don't mind me, I'mma just crawl in a hole for a while...”

“No, no- Babe, it was amazing! I loved it! Pleaseeee show me more!”

Overall, he's a pretty good boyfriend all things considered.

He's incredibly overprotective of you, and will always give you advice and tools he thinks will be helpful if you're thinking of venturing outside of the Golf Course.

He asks Viva for dating advice CONSTANTLY and she DOES NOT let him live it down. Of course she has good ideas, though.

He'll pretty much do anything for you, even if it means going out of his comfort zone.

Floyd

Another great candidate for being in a good relationship.

Need I explain myself with this man?

His entire personality revolves around being caring and understanding, so he's definitely always on the lookout for anything that makes you sad or uncomfortable and will fix it ASAP.

Floyd is the kind of person who will ask for consent with pretty much anything you do— from holding your hand, to kissing you, to giving you a hug; he will ALWAYS make sure that you're okay with it even if you've given him the green light in the past.

He's not huge on PDA due to his somewhat shy nature, but if you are, he'll try his best to keep up with you.

This doesn't mean he dislikes physical affection, in fact it's his love language. He'll go out of his way to try and sneak in as many hugs as possible throughout the day and maybe a kiss or two if you'll allow it, which of course you do.

You also try your best to get involved in his own interests, because that's only fair after everything he does for you.

It isn't until one day that he sings for you that you compliment him and he nonchalantly comments that he used to be in a band when he was a teenager.

Cue the reveal of him having four brothers and you begging him to tell you all about them.

Which he does, but you can't help but notice the melancholic expression on his face, so you immediately stop him and apologize for being pushy on the matter and that he doesn't have to share anything he doesn't want to talk about.

He only looks at you with a small smile and shakes his head.

“No, I'm glad you asked. I haven't talked about them in years, so I like remembering the good times, even if they're in the past now.”

So he'll go on and on about them, one by one, and go into excruciating detail about what kind of person they are and what he loves about them. He's especially fond of his little brother Branch, based on everything he tells you.

When he gets kidnapped by Velvet and Veneer, you immediately go to Branch for help.

Once you're reunited, you two basically run to each other and hug with tears streaming down your eyes.

“Did they hurt you?!”

“No, I'm okay! Did they hurt you?!”

“Who cares?”

“I do!”

Floyd is then incredibly happy to introduce you to his brothers, who begin to affectionately tease him about getting himself a partner and you happily step in to protect him from any unwanted bullying.

You also tell him that you like the new hairdo, which only causes him to giggle and kiss your forehead affectionately.

Honestly you guys probably have the healthiest relationship out of the whole group.

Branch

I was really debating whether to include him or not since there's many Branch Reader Inserts out there, but I don't wanna leave my baby out so here we are!

You have a classic childhood friends to lovers situation with him, since you've known him ever since he was a member of BroZone, only being about a year older than him.

You'd help him practice for his concerts and would always give him pep talks whenever he felt worried that he'd ruin the show.

You're basically his number one fan— never missing a concert even if it meant dragging your parents with you so they'd let you get in.

The moment the group disbands and Branch is left all alone, you're there for him and wait alongside him for his brothers to return, reassuring him that ‘siblings would never break a promise’.

Cue his whole childhood trauma and him losing his colors, but it's only because of you that he doesn't completely isolate himself from society. He still builds his bunker though, since he's pretty much scarred for life thanks to the Bergens.

Just like with Clay, you're the one who takes initiative and asks him out, and he's just left gaping like a fish because why would you want someone like HIM?

After reuniting with John Dory, he's also dotting you about how big you've gotten and treats you like a baby, which actually irks Branch much more than it does to him.

He makes sure to remind his brothers that you both are grown adults, thank you very much.

Once the band gets back together, you kinda become a manager of some kind and help them in organizing their performances. Branch is eternally grateful and thanks you for staying by his side all these years.

[cepheustarot]

Your future love relationship: with whom and what will be

Attention! This reading is for entertainment purposes only. This tarot reading does not give a 100% guarantee that all the described situations will occur or being ultimate truth. You build your own life and destiny and only you know yourself best.

Paid readings

Pick a pile. Choose one or more pictures. Trust your intuition.

Pile 1: This person will look strong, fit, most likely he often does sports and therefore he looks muscular. But in addition, he also has a strong inner core, he endures all stressful situations, solves all problems, he is not of those who give in to emotions, it is important for him to first deal with problems, things. He can also be called a determined man and all his achievements he achieves through hard work, through the efforts he has put in, he does a lot to realize himself, his desires. Self-fulfillment in life is just as important to him! This person is not only able to work well, but also to rest well, he really knows how to unload their head from complex thoughts and enjoy the moment without burdening himself with problems. It can also be called the soul of the company, as it emanates the aura of a friendly person, with whom it is easy to enter into a dialogue and can be discussed anything, it is easy for him to maintain a dialogue with anyone. In addition, he is energetic, active, he can have quick speech and active facial facial expressions, he can walk fast or do something quickly. He has leadership skills, he is able to lead people, he is able to work in a team, he is ready to take responsibility for his actions. 

Your relationship with this person will be very strong and stable, you will trust each other, maintain, together cope with difficulties, you will feel that you have become family to each other, you will have a strong connection between you, You will achieve much together. in addition to that you will have an understanding, your relationship will not be deprived of passion, playfulness, between you will be a lot of romance and flirting. 

Pile 2: I’d like to point out that maybe your partner will be younger than you! Or he can act like a child at times, be naive at certain points, but these details are not critical and should not prevent your relationship from developing. The person himself is quite lucky, successful, all his beginnings and new cases are accompanied by success. I would also call him unpredictable, his actions and thoughts are difficult to predict, as he has the traits of an adventurer and, figuratively speaking, today he will want to go to the other end of the world, and tomorrow will conquer the mountains. I mean, he’s pretty easy-going and he’s very easy to accept that kind of offer. By virtue of his character, he constantly gets into various stories, from which, of course, he gets out, because fate is on his side. Also this man is not deprived of romance, he quite openly shows his feelings and his love, a lot of flirts, give a lot of gifts, a lot of making nice gestures. The person himself is also emotional, he can quickly change mood. He is quite young and inexperienced, so he does not have enough experience of life, but nevertheless he is open to everything new in his life, in this respect he is quite bold. 

Your relationship with this person at the beginning will be filled with romance, you will be constantly together, as you are deeply in love with each other and without the presence of anyone near you will quickly miss each other. You can even idealize each other during this period! However, over time your sense of obsession will fade away and only love, warmth and affection between you will remain, you will be able to exist together, complementing each other, and separately, continuing to do your business. 

Pile 3: The person himself can be closed, it is difficult for him to open up to people, he is not inclined to show a lot of emotions and tell about his feelings, just it takes a lot of time to trust another. He has a realistic view of things, he tends to objectively assess the situation, relies on logic and facts, rather than on feelings and intuition, in the dispute it is important to prove his point of view rather than show empathy and look at the situation from the side. He can criticize people, but he is also self-critical, has high demands on himself and people, he is perfectionist, tends not to believe in himself and his powers, so he tries a lot to achieve results. Perhaps he’s still a troubled man, prone to thinking too much. He is also one of those who is willing to help people, extend a helping hand, support, he is happy to share his experience and advice, he is generous, honest with people, he appreciates people close to him. 

Your relationship will develop rapidly with this man, you may have common goals and plans and you will achieve them, you two will succeed! But I see here you may not see much of each other, you may meet from a distance and you may often miss each other. But at the same time you will be sincere in your feelings, you will love each other. 

Thank you for reading! I will be glad of any feedback 🖤

[femoso-seben]

Humanoid Monster

Part 1, Part 3

Laswell sighed as the delegation dragged on. Of course, neither side sent their leadership only lackeys to demand impossibilities for the others to complete. They still tasted blood in their mouth for their fallen. The human delegation was a man called Vladimir Makarov, a young Russian who led his paramilitary group in deep Siberia.

“Why should we agree to these terms?” Makarov asks, how he knew, or let alone who taught him English was beyond Laswell. Most humans don’t know more than one language. Rarely do they speak the languages of countries far away from them. Humanity is landlocked. It was a way to ensure humanity never teamed up to defeat the monsters.

“Why should we agree to your request either?” Laswell sneers her wings twitching, from her anger. She read about this man, how he slaughtered many monsters and used their pelts as decoration. He was fighting for a greater Russia, with only humans in it, abolishing any monster or hybrid in sight. A human utopia!

They were talking in circles, Switzerland’s military standing at watch ready to shoot both delegations dead if given the chance. They weren’t achieving anything here.

“Since this is a peace treaty give us the names of your task force,” Makarov asks, Laswell knew it was personal for him. 141 and he was in a long constant struggle.

“Give us the files on the Pale Death, White Fang, Angel of Death, and Hunter.” Laswell strikes back. Each one of those women caused so many problems, that they must have been resistance rebels.

Makarov pursed his lips and glared at Laswell, “We’ll give you the files for White Fang and Hunters. As for the Angel of Death, she wasn’t one of us, but as for the pale death? No, we will not.”

“Then you will only get the files on, Roach,” Laswell spoke. It seems like Makarov is only giving information on the dead so she’ll do the same. Makarov frowns.

“Deal.” They both knew a single member of Task Force 141 was far better than any human, dead or alive, all except for the Pale Death.

By the end of the meeting, they had only agreed to share files of the dead and nothing more they merely moved a single inch to the finish post. As Laswell walks out Soap, Price, Graves, and Ghost we’re waiting for her.

“Where’s Gaz?”

“Helping the Hapries to fly,” Soap rolls his eyes, “the human woman can’t even raise a harpy! They should need the least amount of training!” Price touched his shoulder silencing the Sergeant.

“What happened?” Price asks.

“Not much, I was able to get information on White Fang and Hunter,” Laswell sighed.

“Those two are fucking dead, at least get the Pale Death—”

“Their delegate is Makarov,” everyone froze and a low growl imitated from all of them.

“He’s here? That terrorist?” Ghost steps closer to Laswell.

“C’mon let’s review the files maybe their connections, sure White Fang and Pale Death worked together,” Laswell spoke up.

Jezebel reappeared and began to lead them to a place outside of the meeting point, a spacious military camp where they were staying. It was more like Switzerland wanted to watch them, making sure they didn’t unpack them negatively.

Laswell hands over the packet to Price, Ghost, Graves, and Soap. They slowly scan through the files.

White Fang:

name: Belinda Wolf

Age: 23

Height: 5’9”

Weight: 140lb

History: grew up on a resistance compound deep in Akaska forest. Grew up hunting animals to survive. Favorite targets were werewolves said they were the apex of trotted a hunter could win.

statue: KIA

The photo was of a plan-looking woman, nothing remarkable, but for Soap he felt a sense of victory over this wretch. He hunted the White Fang down and butchered her like she butchered his troops. He hated her flesh making sure she was truly dead.

Hunter:

Name: Rawiya Abadi

Age: 31

Height: 5’4”

Weight: 120 lbs

History: The daughter of a wealthy (free) man she grew up owning and hunting exotic animals. She soon turned radicalized and began to hunt down every predator species of hybrids for their pelts and horns, wanting to collect every type of monster.

Status: KIA

“We’ll these aren’t helpful.” Price grumbles.

“A bunch of psychos.” Soap drops the file onto the table.

“We’ll theirs one thing for sure,” Graves spoke up, “White Fang didn’t work together, and White Fang came after Hunter.”

“What are you insinuating?”

“Maybe their master and apprentices? After all, they share the same M.O. two hunters, maybe they did meet up but it’s not stated here.” Graves continues.

“We never found Hunter’s body, maybe Hunter set up that compound and trained up an apprentice?”

“What about mother and daughter?” Ghost brought up.

“That could be plausible,” Soap said.

“Makarov said the Angel of Death isn’t connected to the resistance forces.”

“That human is lying.” Soap sneers his sharp claws poking out.

“It could be plausible,” Ghost spoke up. “The Angel of Death was in deep monster territory, to be a resistance force is unlikely as it was hard to pick that human out of a crowd. She acted like one of the enslaved.”

“That one is most likely inspired by the resistance.” Price grunts out.

“The fact Switzerland allowed a killer like the Pale Death to live here is insane,” Soap said.

“Mother Maia… how insulting.” Graves notes, “The Pale Death working with our children?”

“I bet Maia isn’t her real name,” Soap mutters.

“Agree,” Price grunts out smoke leaking from his maw.

“Why don’t we do some recon whilst we’re here” Graves stands up, “Price you stay with Laswell, Ghost asked the young Gargoyles about their life, and I will talk to Mother Maia.”

“What are you planning?” Laswell folds her arms, “Shepard wants a smooth deal where we get our concessions.”

“I know, but something feels fishy about this place.” Graves adds, “It feels… stage.”

“Let me—“

“I want you and Gaz to watch the children, and see if their body languages give anything away.” Sops clenched his fist but nodded and sat down.

—————————— /\ ——————————

Gaz looked at the little harpies their little down feather wings gathered around him like lost chicklings looking for their mommas. He felt himself smiling at the small yet wide-eyed little owls just staring at him.

Pricilla is seventeen, and the oldest person there. She had also spent the longest time at the orphanage.

“So you’ve been an orphan this long?” Gaz asks.

“No, Mother Maia is my adopted Mother,” Gaz eyes widen.

“When did she adopt you?”

“I was eight.”

“Does she have any other kids?”

“No,” Pricilla sighs. “She cannot adopt anymore, in Switzerland only monsters can adopt monsters, same with humans. We came to Switzerland mother and daughter,” Gaz nods and looks at all the little Hapries.

“There’s so many children here,” Gaz mutters there were at least fifteen harpies of flight age.

“Many monsters abandoned their injured kids here, many of them have actual parents who don’t want them, but a small few made it here on their own… the human orphanage is way more kids.”

“Human orphanage?” Gaz questions.

“A lot of humans give up their babies because they can’t care for them, some are given up because their parents died after arriving.”

“how do you know this?”

“We all go to school together.” Gaz’s mouth drops. Humans? Monsters! Together? In school! No way!

“We’re gonna narrow their football field for this flight practice.”

“… you know this land used to not be Switzerland,” Gaz said as they walked a mile to the place.

“I know it was a part of France, right?” Pricilla answer. Gaz nod.

“We monsters don’t use the old colonial name the humans created.” Pricilla nods, she soon arrives at a school and there a few humans are playing.

“Jakob,” Pricilla calls out, a blonde boy, around Pricilla’s age wave.

“We need to barrow your football field.”

“Why?” He asks walking over to the fence of the tennis court.

“Flying practice!” Pricilla cheers.

“I’ll go tell Gramps he can turn on the lights.”

“Thank you!”

“You seem friendly with that human,” Gaz said trying not to growl at her. How could she forsake her kind and be around humans? Doesn’t she know they are destructive and cruel?

“He’s my classmate.” She bashfully said. Cold realization dawned on Gaz this young harpy like that human. He was a decent-looking boy but it made his blood boil.

By the time they reach the football field, the lights turn on.

It was going to be a long night, the sun was setting and they had a few hours to teach them. The wind picked up, his wings flared out and the older harpies watched him, eyes wide and eager to learn.

Gaz couldn’t help but smile at these small harpies taking flight, their wings clumsily flapping in the air.

Taglist: @kkaaaagt, @kaoyamamegami, @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore

[kuni-is-daddy]

Thinking about getting placed as Scaras assistant, he’s testing you at first asking questions small missions and battles so you can prove youself, but one night he’s asking you questions on why you want to work for him, the way he moves and speaks its like he’s teasing you

Your mind starts to wonder thoughts about your boss you never thought you have as he’s reading your mind, only teasing u more as he replies to your suggestive thoughts of him (I’m so wet for this man I CANT <33)

damm anon that makes me wanna act up IDK. i got a tent goin on over here if yk what i mean-

LET ANON COOK YALL, I THINK THEY ONTO SOMETHING--

INDUSTRY KAMI!

BOSS, SCARAMOUCHE X ASSISTANT/BODYGUARD READER

FLUFF+SMUT, SCARAMOUCHE BACKSTORY SPOILERS.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 1.2k WORDS. Smut part long af.

'Perhaps I feel like I owe my beloved Kunikuzushi something, Which is why i gave control of the gakaden company to him, Along with his own free will. I entrust Y/N with the safety and wellbeing of my son. As they are my most prestige warrior within inazuma and in all of teyvat' -The Raiden shogun, Ei.

AMAZING ART

Scara masterlist part 2!

The 5th round this evening, Your hands grew tired from holding your signature weapon. "Y-you are very skilled in the art of the sword my lord. My I ask where you were taught?" You said while trying to catch your breath in your tired state. "Taught? How amusing. as if someone could tell me what to do and how to fight? Y/n, i dont need anyones validation or blah blah-" The rest of your master's words went through one ear and out the other. Something about the shaken up and tired state he had you in gave you tremendous bliss, You we're well known to be one of the strongest warriors within teyvat, Even trained by the strongest human within the world, Il Capitano. Yet here you we're being bested by your own superior? Someone you we're ironically enlisted to by the Almighty god of thunder, Ei. To protect. It was pathetic how in every round he bested you, How as soon as you saw an opening to whisk away his katana from his grasp, he was always one step ahead, as if he was reading you like a book. The way he fought was unexpected. That is why you asked where his styles originated. "As expected, my master. A individual as great as you wouldn't need anyone else's guidance or leadership." You bowed your head as a sign of respect. Master, Scara liked that word. "Good Y/n. you know your place." He looked you up and down, observing your body as you stood up and wiped your forehead. He didn't mean to go so rough on you, But you always do ask to spar him after missions. So he did with no hesitation. "Go get yourself cleaned up or some shit and wait for me outside, Im going to get changed." He said as he left the room.

You we're reading "Flowers for Princess Fischl – Vol. I: End Time." while waiting for your superior. A young girl named amy gave it to you as a gift for helping her join the adventures guild. It was childish, but you ended up enjoying the book. Little did you know your boss was standing behind you as you waited for him at the lobby door. "The fuck is this?" He took the book from you "I- MY LORD-" You stuttered while trying to gather your thoughts. "Flowers for princess fish? Great.. So you spend your time reading fanfiction instead of being attentive as usual..." He sighed. "Hm..Now what if the enemy was inside y/n? Now im dead" your heart sunk at his sudden words. You we're well put together in a fine suit and tie similar to his. Along with a suitcase containing your signature weapon, Ready to defend your superior through anything. "I trust that you are more than capable to take care of yourself while i am not around, Master. Your strength is no match for anyone." You bowed and walked forward to the car, Holding the door open for him. "Is that so y/n?" He said while stepping into the vehicle. "Im sure your master can find other ways to show you his strength." The man whispered into your ear. You blushed and closed the door, Looking at him again while smilingly and running around to get into the car. Kuni smirked as your childish reaction. He sat next to you across the drivers seat.

The smell of his fresh cologne Filled your nose as if it was oxygen. He looked so professional and clean while flipping through your book, from the way his hair was perfectly straight to the beautiful way you could see his muscles Pearce through his suit. Even the way his tie was on is perfect, The way he would threaten to fire you immediately when you'd embarrass him in public during a mission- "Who is this, Amy person y/n?" 'Huh? How does he know about amy?' He read aloud "Dear y/n the loyal subjects of the Immernah-crick. Thank you for helping her majesty Princess fishkl. for- What the fuck is this?" You giggled under your breath at how he mispronounced the words. "Is Fuck? Your favorite word my lord?" He lightly blushed. "Thats not the Fucking- Thats not the question Y/n."

You two lightly teased and joked with eachother as the car finally pulled up. You held the door open while surveying the area and hesitantly apologized again "Im sorry lord kuni, i just got caught up while waiting for you. I wont read it again if you find Fantasy novels- Inconsiderate." "Read whatever the fuck you want, I could care less." He said as you held the door open to the penthouse lobby "and do me a favor y/n." "Yes my lord! Anything!" you said eagerly "...drop the 'my lord'. It sounds fucking weird when you say it. Keep the kuni shit." You smiled, Did this mean he was starting to trust you more? Was this all some test just to prove your worth.

SMUTT

You cheerfully followed 'kuni' into his penthouse. "My- I mean Kuni. Your place is amazing." You said while viewing his estate. All you we're instructed to do was to wait for him outside his bedroom door. Many thoughts swirled through your head, all about kuni. You just loved everything about him just from first glance, the way he'd carry himself, How independent he was, His outfit. You never worked for someone with that amount of prestige and overall leadership. Everyone was so obedient to him like a dog, even when he threatened to fire them. Threatened to fire you, The way that sent you chills was something you'd never forget. As if you could easily be replaced before he even knew your full name. You we're tapped out of your wet daze to be greeted by him. In a beautiful outfit(pov he's wearing his fatui outfit. "Hmm should i keep my hat on y/n or take it off?" He asked you. "M-my lo- I- i- mean kuni- you-" God you we're choking up on your words so hard.

"Ugh everytime I even talk to you about shit your always stuttering up y/n your acting as if this is the first time you've seen me wear my kimono." "W-well.. K-kuni.. Your chest..is out and i-" "Oh? so thats it." Kuni walked closer to you, you we're pinned against the wall" "You like what you see y/n..? Is that it?" "K-kuni please..Shouldnt we be leaving?" "I say when we fucking leave Y/n. There you go again making up your own mind. Is that any way to talk to your fucking superior?" Your body was burning up as your breath grew heavy. He whispered in your ear. "Whats wrong? I cant get closer to my pet...?"

"Say..Y/n.. Why do you work for me? Did my pathetic mother bribe you, The ever so righteous Y/N. who has trained with the strongest human in teyvat?" His beautiful violet eyes burned through yours. as if he was staring through your soul. Was this another test? You couldnt tell. Your breathing became more panicked. His body pressed against yours, the sweet smell of his perfume, His beautiful eye liner. You we're in a pure daze. The worst one you've had since you met him. "fucking say something y/n..or are my eyes putting you in another trance hm?" shit.. at this point he was reading your mind. Fuck it. "i.. I LOVE YOU KUNI. MORE THEN ANYTHING. ID PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE. I DONT CARE IF YOUR MOM WOULD'VE HIRED ME OR NOT..I... ALWAYS HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU!" You realized you let your heart out. When What" you've only known him for 3 weeks and you're going this fast. "...I-im..sorry..my lord. I'll just wait for you in the ca-" you we're cut off. "then prove it." 'huh?' "e-excuse me my lord?" "prove it. Prove how much you love your master~" A cord snapped in you. You kicked his bedroom door open with force, Even making him give an aroused look. you wanted this. You wanted him so bad, The way he fought you. The way he made you so happy, The way he made you so fucking horny and touch yourself after every night you'd make sure he was safe in his home. You unzipped his pants immediately and looked at his cock while licking your lips. He didn't stop you, only mocked you "fucking slut.

How long have you wanted my cock?" You didnt reply. Just the feeling of his big cock stuffing your mouth and making you gag had you on cloud 9. "f-fuck...Where did a slut like you learn how to suck a mans cock like this. Shit~ have you been passing yourself around?" "No..mph.. been savingf myselvf for you mahster~" You said with his dick still in your mouth. "Oh yeah? You saved yourself for daddy?" God that turned him on. He grabbed your hair, ran his fingers through it and forced your head down on his cock. "Just like that baby, You've been so patient already for me. I should reward you with my cum down your throat. how does that sound?" You shaked your head with vigor. Desperate for his seed. He pushed hard onto your head, Bucking his hips up and letting out a loud groan while he came down your throat. Fuck your mouth felt so warm he didnt want you to move. But you did and climbed ontop of scara, While stripping for him. "Mmm..Wanna put on a show for you Kuni~" god the way you'd say his name would always make him hard.

Especially the way he teased you in the car saying he'd show you his strength in other ways. You began grinding on his cock "F-fuck Kuni~ Your so big against me master..So big.. Your making me horny right now daddy~" "Yeah'? Making my little pet all turned on f' me? Want daddys help?" "Y-Yes kuni~ please help me." You swapped places, laying on the bed while kuni began taking his clothes off. his abs we're beautiful along with a nice scar along the side of them. He fetched through his cabinet for a bottle of lube. "Y-you have lube?" you said shocked. "Tsk. Yeah? You think i dry jerk off too you?" Just hearing that alone made you blush. He jerked off a little with it and began putting the tip inside. "oh shit kuni~" He looked so focused on making sure his cock got inside of you. watching how it would dissapear inside your warm wet hole. He moved slowly back and forth, Fucking you in a mating press. "K-kuni.." "Yes my love?" "C-can you go faster please. Wanna have you hit that spot." And that was all he needed to hear. He ruffled his hands through his hair and fucked you so hard. "K-KUNI AH~" you wrapped your legs around him "F-fuck baby dont wrap your legs round me like that- IM gonna CU-" "I dont care kuni~ please breed me. Breed me like the little pet i am. P-please kuni. Thats all I want, Wanna be yours forever."

[mayhemories]

Is it possible to get a sub neteyam post? 👀

Who's The Mighty Warrior? (smut)

Anything is possible here. Especially after I got called a virgin (derogatory) >:( Big thank you to wife @neytirqs for listening to me complain about literally everything, ponder sub!neteyam and conceptualise this silly little fic. 

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: Smut, swearing, bondage, thigh riding, etc. Sub!Neteyam. !!Minors DNI!! Aged Up!Neteyam, obviously. No funny business about that, if you don’t like it just don’t read it. 

Words: 1.7k this is short and shit tbh. 

Author’s Notes: Female reader, she/her pronouns used. I’ve never actually written Sub/dom smut before so sorry if I got something wrong. Neteyam is twenty-one or twenty-two here, reader would be the same age. Omaticaya!Reader. 

Taglist: @lilprettypetite @nyotamalfoy @weasleytwinwheezes @aonungs-tsahik @rainbowsocks @glitterandgoldfinds @bluealiensimp @melsunshine @ussoppl @wondxrgurll @luvlykrispy @myheartfollower @gloryavila @itssiaaax @mashiromochi @punkrockrogers @simpforboys @casiia @oh-austin

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Neteyam was so used to being in charge. He was always in control, always responsible. He was the son of Toruk Macto, next in line for the leadership of his clan, constantly help to raise his own siblings, Neteyam was used to responsibility and leadership being thrust upon him, from helping at home while he was well into his adult life, to being expected to train every hunter to an incredibly high standard, Neteyam was always in charge. 

Training. That was how he had met you, you in all your domineering glory. He remembered you from his own hunter training, you became a woman the same year he became a man. And although you were always nice, hard-working and cordial, Neteyam did not notice you much. Then all of a sudden, Neteyam only noticed you, especially when the two of you were working in such close quarters together, training the new, young recruits together. Neteyam could not help but see how your breasts had swelled, how your hips had filled out and how your ass grew over the years.

You were stunning, and most men had begin to notice you, too. 

You were so bossy, so demanding. No one had really bossed Neteyam around before, besides his dad, and even that petered out in his adult life. 

“Neteyam!” As if his thoughts of you summoned your form to him, you began to push him around in the empty training equipment tent. “How many times do I have to ask you to teach them how to clean their weapons?” 

Your slender but controlling fingers found his shoulder, giving him a slight but playful push. Neteyam knew you had no idea what you did to him. The shove almost had him moaning, the contact alone was enough to send his hot blood pumping to between his legs. He hoped you just wouldn’t notice.

You knew the affect you had on Neteyam, it was rather obvious. Teasing him and riling him up was one of your favourite parts of your day, why you would always offer to take rounds and shifts with him. Didn’t hurt that he was easily the most attractive male in the clan, either. At first you thought maybe he was a little eager, ready to jump your bones, too. So, more often than not you’d bend right over in front of him, play a little innocent, a little naive. But you quickly realised, Neteyam liked when you were mean to him. 

You noticed it first when you were overtired and had a long day and just snapped at him. 

“Eywa damn it! Pull your damn head in, Neteyam. Do not make me come over there and do it for you!”

You swore you heard him whimper, and when you pushed past him you couldn’t help but to notice the buldge starting to form. Ever since then, you made it your mission to boss the poor boy around, until something came of it. 

You were too close to him, your body radiating so much heat, Neteyam was certain he was going to pass out. He was normally so sure of himself, you just undid him, unravelled his mind and left him bare. Shoulder to shoulder, you were driving him crazy. God, Neteyam knew he was a horny little shit, he knew it, but he didn’t quite realise the gravity of the situation, the sway you held over him, he wanted to do nothing more but to please you. Despite his raging, growing boner, Neteyam tried to work quietly alongside you, repairing the arrows as you inspected his work. 

You watched silently, as Neteyam tried to continue with the task at hand. You swallowed you own smile down as you could see Neteyam’s thick boner pressing against the work table, desperate to free itself from the confines of his loincloth. 

“Neteyam.” You saw how the young man shuddered, and you couldn’t help the smirk that found its way to your face. “You’re distracted.” You tried to will your voice to sound harsh, sound critical. 

He felt like all the wind was kicked out of his lungs as you turned your body to face him, and it all clicked at once, as he saw your eyes go from his obvious hard-on to his abs and face. You knew what you were doing to him, and you were letting it happen. For fuck’s sake, you were enjoying it. 

That was enough for Neteyam’s cock to twitch. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, his hands gripping the workbench, his head downturned. The scene was so hot. Something primal in you snapped as you realised he was playing into it too, he was for this, he was for you. 

“Sorry isn’t good enough, Neteyam.” Fuck. Fuck, he loved it when you spoke to him like that, in that voice. He could’ve folded then and there. Only if you wanted him to, of course.  

“I’m sorry-” Neteyam started to apologise, but you cut him off, shoving him in the shoulder with your delicate hand, once more. 

“Don’t apologise to me, sit down.” Your tone was so firm, so demanding. So fucking bossy and Neteyam couldn’t help the moan that fell from his lips. He watched as you smirked and pointed to the chair sitting in the corner of the empty tent. 

Neteyam’s cock was uncomfortably hard now, straining against the fabric as he sat in the well-worn, wooden chair. He sat quietly, watching as you walked around the tent, searching for something, he was desperate for your attention again, but he knew you’d make him pay for any kind of bratty behaviour, so he waited. Your tail flicked back and forth, excitedly, playfully. Neteyam felt his own mirror your excitement. 

He could feel his heart beating loudly, it rang up from his chest and nestled its way into his ears, as you sauntered towards him, hips and tail swishing, a length of rope used to tame ikran in your experienced hands. Neteyam swallowed the lump that emerged in his throat at the sight of it, at the sight of you. 

“Sit up straight for me big boy.” You smiled and Neteyam blushed at the sounds of his own whimpers as he strictly followed your commands. “Hands behind your back, just like that baby.” The lewd noises you coaxed from him would typically be embarrassing for Neteyam, but he trusted you, he felt safe with you. Especially when you had his hands tied at the wrists behind his back. His shoulders and upper body roped down to the back of the chair, Neteyam was all yours, and he was so fucking grateful for it. 

You stepped back to admire your handiwork, chuckling. Neteyam, the cool and collected golden boy was bound, his head flung back, eyes squeezed shut, pre-cum leaking from his still-clothed cock.

"Who's the mighty warrior?" You said pointedly, though there was no real venom in it. The mighty warrior was mewling, for you, because of you. It was enough to gather more of that embarrassing slick between your legs, fumbling with the ties of your loincloth you wished yourself to be quickly rid of it. 

Quickly, you straddled his thick, muscular thigh. You settled yourself, moaning at the contractions of his muscles against your sopping core. Neteyam whimpered in response, your noises pushing him further to the edge. 

Your nimble fingers clasped Neteyam’s jaw, moving his fucked out head to look you in you daring, bright eyes. He could feel himself falling deeper in love with you, with every passing second. But he couldn’t deal with the emotional tourmoil of adventuring that thought further, right now it was just hot, rough sex. The break that Neteyam needed, that he yearned for and had been edging for so long. He felt a knot tie in his stomach, cock so hard it was begining to leave a blissful pain as you pulled his ear close to your supple mouth.

“I need you to use your words, ma Neteyam, is this alright with you?” You whispered, your hot breath fanning out across his sensitive ears, they flicked in response, his tail swishing. You moved your cunt across his thigh ever so slightly, testing the waters. 

“Yes.” Neteyam managed to moan out in response. 

You cooed, seeing the perfect man so undone by your cunt on his thigh and some rope. 

“Such a good boy for me, Neteyam.” You praised him, as the two of you moaned in unison, you chasing your high and Neteyam at your words you accompanied with your action. 

Your clit became battered by the force you were rutting yourself on Neteyam’s strong leg. His muscles shifted beneath your sensitive core as he moved his leg slightly, providing you with more space to fuck yourself stupid. You lurched forward, the coil in the pit of your stomach coming to a burning, snapping speed. Forgetting your role momentarily, you held onto Neteyam’s broad shoulders, shuddering as your orgasm came swiftly, walls clenching around nothing.

Neteyam moaned again at the sight, you coming absolutely undone on his thigh, using him like a toy. But it was your high pitched whimper of his name that caused his own undoing. 

You chuckled darkly as you noticed his thick shots of cum running down Neteyam’s own chest. Without thinking you collected some on the tips of your fingers, plunging them into your own mouth. Humming with satisfaction with the taste of Neteyam’s salty purge. 

“I did not say you could cum, ma Neteyam.” You whispered, scared to break the sexual silence the two of you had created. 

“I’m sorry-” Neteyam was out of breath, and you were out of patience. 

Neteyam did not know what to expect of this fuck fest that the two of you ventured on, but you shutting him up with the softest, most loving kiss he had ever experienced in his young life was not in the vicinity of his expectations. 

“I told you not to apologise to me, beautiful boy.”

[ocean-armin]

THUNDER

Armin x Reader

Synopsis: Armin and reader attend an Ambassadors gala together after the war, inspired by…ANOTHER Lana song :)

Tags: armin arlert x reader, post-canon, post final season/ch 139, alluding to death, shameless fluff, fem!reader if you squint (mentions of being his ‘wife’), language warning?

enjoy <3 glad to be back!

When someone says that ‘they’ll only be a minute’, do they ever really mean it?

From what you’ve experienced, the answer is no. After the Rumbling, remaining society has subscribed to thinking that they have all of the time in the world. Whether it be lingering too long in the grocery line, or goodbyes that entail chatting in the doorway when all you want to do is shut the door. Time is no longer a luxury.

You wish it was. You and Armin were supposed to have left the Ambassadors’ gala about thirty minutes ago. Armin told you that he’d only be a minute, as he had to wish everyone a formal goodbye. Placing a soft kiss to your temple and a squeeze to your hip, he rushed back to the group of other ambassadors to shake their hands. You were dismissed from your duty of ‘Commander’s Wife’ for the night; and were left to observe the long winded formalities of politicians and world-leaders, when they could just say ‘goodbye’ instead.

Now, you’ve found yourself against the doorway with your heels in hand, still nursing a glass of champagne. If there’s anything you’ve gotten good at as a commander’s wife, it’s observing your husband.

How could you not observe him? Armin Arlert has always known how to light up a room. You watch the familiar way in which his bright eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, golden strands of hair cascading into his eyes as he laughs. His cheeks still rosy with liquor, you smile to yourself. Such a lightweight. How lucky you were to call a man touched by Midas your own.

Armin’s ability to flip a switch in order to charm became evident at a young age, when you both served time in the Survey Corps. Even as a young commander, his charisma and implied innocence allowed for strategies of manipulation to come easy to him. Now, as his wife, you could distinguish this strategy from a mile away. You knew he was forcing his allure.

“Goodnight everyone, I’ll see you again at the leadership summit. Have a wonderful spring,” Armin beamed, offering firm handshakes and a final wave before he finally strode over to the doorway.

“Ready to go?” You asked, knowingly, placing your empty glass on a table. You stepped closer to loosen his tie, he nodded in response.

“More than ever,” Armin quietly murmured, taking your heels from your hands, and placing a firm hand on your lower back in return.

****

The crisp cut of the rain plummeted onto your skin as you two stepped outside, the chill aiding you to cut through Armin’s facade.

“…I know you were upset back there,” you mentioned quietly, taking his hand in yours as you walked.

“God, I thought I was better at masking it,” he groaned, giving your hand a squeeze.

“You’re pretty damn convincing, but not to me. You know that.” You smiled wearily at him.

“I know…those people are just…” he inhaled sharply, “so ridiculous.” His anger became apparent, clearing his throat as his voice wavered. “God, as much as they talk of peace and how ‘lucky’ they are, they’ll never really know, will they? They’ll never know what we went through. To lose so many people…to lose our families, to lose him.” Armin stammered.

You stopped your forward pace, standing on the cobblestone sidewalk in front of Armin to properly listen.

“They don’t, and they’ll never understand. It’s hard to watch you be so nice to them…but you’re always good at it,” you said softly, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Even worse, they’re all so fucking old! I’ve been a commander and politician since I was nineteen, fighting since fifteen! These people have been comfortable their whole lives, and they act like they’ve suffered? I’m just so fed up with being so jovial with them,” Armin’s voice cracked, wiping his eyes with the hand holding your heels.

“You don’t always have to be nice to them, Armin. They should know what you went through. For fuck’s sake, you’re a commander and ambassador at twenty-two. You shouldn’t have to be,” you hugged him. “I know it’s hard, I know I’m not the one to tell you that it’s easy to do, either. But respect and kindness aren’t the same.”

Armin’s back shook, body racking with sobs as he hugged back tightly.

“I miss him too. God, I can’t believe that people are so privileged to not experience what we have. But god, I’m the luckiest, so lucky for both of us to be alive. To love you, and to be your wife,” your voice cracked with tears. “To be able to see you actually happy, and not just the ‘Commander Arlert’ charm. To be with the real you tonight. All dressed up…sopping wet.”

Armin chuckled, hiccuping through his tears, pulling away to look at you.

“I love you, so so much. And I’m freezing out here…” he laughed, wiping his eyes.

“I love you too. Let’s go dry off, warm up a little. No more wasted time tonight,” you reach to cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb along it.

“No time with you is wasted.”

****

You act like fucking Mr. Brightside when you're with all your friends,

But I know what you're like when the party ends . . .

You roll like thunder, pouring all your drinks

The party's lit and you, my friend, half-cut when it begins

You roll like thunder, you're tryna catch that wind

That lightning in the bottle, that moonbeam in your hand

And you try to see the bright side when each new day begins,

But you're not satisfied at the rainbows end.

[wing-ed-thing]

Iruka x Reader x Kakashi Love Triange Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns

𓆃 Hm... I guess you have a decision between a mentally stable, emotionally intelligent man with no commitment issues who is willing to settle down and give you anything you could humanly ask for... and Kakashi.

𓆃 Okay, perhaps that's not entirely fair, but that's certainly how Kakashi is bound to think.

𓆃 Due to the nature of the shinobi profession, most shinobi start young and retire young compared to other jobs. Even older shinobi take on less field work in favor of other high leadership opportunities.

𓆃 And at some point, a shinobi has to decide what their career path is going to be like, given that they're all so varied. This is likely to be the main point of contention when it comes to your triangle dynamic.

𓆃 Now, Iruka and Kakashi don't really know each other. Sure, Iruka is a prominent teacher at the academy and him and Kakashi have had professional interactions, but they aren't necessarily friends.

𓆃 And honestly, most of the triangle hinges on how they view each other rather than how they view you.

𓆃 Clearly, they view you positively and romantically, but pursuing you in spite of each other is where they almost get wrapped up in themselves in a way that a traditional "love triangle" typically doesn't function.

𓆃 They're both aware of their mutual interest in you. Kakashi is bound to figure this out first since he tends to have a sharper eye for these sorts of things, but Iruka isn't too far behind.

𓆃 You'll have a wonderful friendship with Kakashi and Iruka, which serves as the foundation for your budding relationships and their interactions with each other.

𓆃 The stand-up men they are, all Kakashi and Iruka want is for you to be happy... they just can't agree on what that means.

𓆃 Kakashi sees Iruka as a stable partner who can provide for you and who you won't have to worry about losing. He knows that he's emotionally unavailable and struggles when it comes to commitment. He believes that until his inner problems are 100% fixed, he's not ready for a long-term relationship and is a serial self saboteur.

𓆃 Meanwhile, Iruka doesn't consider himself to be someone with a lot to offer. He's a chūnin who's been in the same position his whole life. Teaching isn't very glamorous, and he considers the dynamic you have with Kakashi to be more exciting for you.

𓆃 He perceives Kakashi as able to offer you a more fulfilling like compared to his "boring routine."

𓆃 Sometimes, they make meaningful eye contact when the three of you are together, and the communication varies each time.

𓆃 Sometimes, it's Kakashi communicating that you've had a really bad day and your level of upset is more in Iruka's skill range. Or maybe you're leaving a party, and Iruka is telling Kakashi that he should probably walk you home.

𓆃 What's a truly juicy dynamic is if you're dating them at the same time. Perhaps you're casually dating because you're already thinking about your future as a shinobi. Or maybe you're a civilian who's anxious about dating shinobi men.

𓆃 But they know. They do know that you're dating the both of them trying to feel out of you want to make anything official if anything else. And they're cool with it for the most part.

𓆃 If you happen to have a, "wait... the two of you know each other?" moment, expect more meaningful eye contact.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: GREAT NOW I WANT TO WRITE THIS WHOLE CASUAL DATING SCENARIO

[jiangchengneedstherapy]

So, looks like I've been blocked for saying Jiang Cheng's people were scared of him to ask him for help on the post about his 'good leadership' skill in Canon Jiang Cheng tag, I'm sorry I assumed that was up for discussion and I really was genuinely meaning for a discussion, and also @labyrynth I did get your notification of asking for source. The two main sources are "Arrogance (5)" and "Longing (3)" In Arrogance, we get Jiang Cheng's thought process highlighting that yes, he's captured people before even if zidian told him they were not body snatchers, the main crime he was capturing them under. A moment ago, Jiang Cheng was certain that this person was Wei WuXian, and all of the blood in his body started to boil. Yet, now, Zidian was clearly telling him that he wasn't. Zidian definitely wouldn't deceive him or make a mistake, so he quickly calmed himself and thought, this doesn't mean anything. I should first find an excuse to take him back and use every possible method to get information out of him. It's impossible for him to not confess anything or give himself away. I've done things like this in the past anyways. After thinking it through, he made a gesture. The disciples understood his intention and came over.

The disciples are long used to it, that's further highlighted in "Malice (1)"

The owner was getting ready to close the shop for the night. Suddenly, seeing that a fancy-clothed, dark-faced young man kicked open the door and walked inside with someone in his hand, appearing as if he was going to disembowel the victim right here, the owner was so frightened that he couldn't speak. A disciple went up and whispered a few things in his ear. With some silver pushedinto his hands, he quickly fled to the back of the hall and never came out again. Without any further instructions, the Jiang Sect's disciples instantly spread out from the inside to the outside, making it so that nothing could enter or escape the place.

Of course the rumors will spread, the people are scared but no one interferes, how can they? The disciples are even used to giving money and making sure no one else can enter/no one can escape, even when they know zidian confirmed that he's not possessed. And then in "Longing" The owner, "That I'm not so sure about. Anyways, the temple's quite popular. In Yunping City, no matter what someone runs into, we'd all go there and pray for the Guanyin's protection. I sometimes go there and light a few sticks of incense too."

Wei WuXian asked, "Then why don't you go find the cultivational sect that's in charge of this region?" He only remembered after he asked. Wasn't the cultivational sect in charge of this region precisely the YunmengJiang Sect.

Yet, the owner curled her lips, "Go find them? How dare we?"

Wei WuXian, "Oh? Why not?"

The owner, "Young Masters, you're not from Yunping City so you don't know. The Jiang Sect is responsible for all of us along the Yunmeng area. The Sect Leader's got quite a bad temper. It's almost frightening. His subordinate's said so a long time ago. Only one sect is in charge of such a large area. Each day, there are almost a hundred cases of small ghosts or other creatures pulling pranks on the living and all that. If every single small thing had to be dealt with immediately, would there be enough time and energy? Those that don't kill anyone aren't malign spirits, and we're not supposed to disturb them with trivial matters that aren't malign spirits." She complained, "What is this supposed to mean? Wouldn't it be too late if we waited until somebody's died to find them?!"

In truth, to refuse to act unless it was a malign spirit was a silently agreed rule that all of the larger sects followed. Although 'to be wherever the chaos is' was praised by many, the only person who really followed this was Lan WangJi, the one beside him right now.

The owner continued, "On top of that, Lotus Pier is truly a scary place. How would anyone dare go there again?"

Wei WuXian moved his gaze from Lan WangJi's calm face with a short pause of surprise, "Lotus Pier is scary? How could Lotus Pier be scary? You've been there?"

The owner, "I haven't been there myself, but I know someone who went because his house was being badly haunted. But it was all bad luck. That Sect Leader Jiang was cracking a glowing whip right on the training field. The victim's flesh and blood flew as high as his screams! A servant secretly informed him that the sect leader caught the wrong person again, that he hadn't been in a great mood, and that he definitely shouldn't be irritated in any way. He was so scared that he dropped off the gifts he brought and fled at once.

He never dared visit again."

Here Jiang Cheng is highlighted as no different than other sects who don't help until someones dead, its common in their society to have little care for the locals but add his torturing habits on top, who would risk asking for help when they could be the next ‘wwx come back from the dead'? So what if zidian confirms they’re not? Sect Leader Jiang will do as he pleases.

I’ve seen this get dismissed as rumors a lot, but its not just rumors, if his thought process confirms it, if his disciples are long used to taking action around it, when his people walked in on it happening, and when they're long used to praying in the Guanyin temple for help than to approach him afraid of his temper.

[houseoftulips]

Inspired by the Brigerton Series on Netflix :

read this first: chapter masterlist

My Love, The Viscount | K. Bakugo - the one where a new season for society to bond wealthy families together through marriage and scandals to bubble the surface, including your love story with a certain viscount

─➭ pairing: viscount!bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

Chapter One: The Philip Family - the one about the wealthiest families of the ton

─➭ mentions of: reader has a big family, this is practically a family tree and an introduction to some of the characters that will be in the story

─➭ note: tbh this chapter is me mentally getting ready to write again

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The Philip Family is the most prestigious and rather wealthiest of families of the ton. Going back nearly ten generations of Philip men gaining more and a better reputation over the years for their popular wealth.

Lord Augustus Philips is your father and the head of the family. He was given leadership of the family at the age of twenty when your grandfather died of a stroke. Your grandmother, the dowager, had told your father two years after he was named head of the family that it was time for him to sire an heir.

He then betrothed your mother, Lady Francesca Philips, five months into the social season. Your mother came from a fellow wealthy family as the rest of the ton. Her mother though, had a reputation to be hard on the women of the family while her father was absent with his mistresses right behind him. Soon after your grandmother married your mother off to the Philip family, your mother severed the last of the ties to her family.

As she dreamed it would be, your mother fell in love with your father but he, rest assured, fell harder. The poor young man was putty in your mother’s hands the second he asked her to dance at her family’s ball. It didn’t take too long after that for their courtship to begin and for him to marry your mother with the season still fresh and full of desirable women. But your father didn’t care for them, only your mother.

Six months after your mother and father consummated the marriage, they sired the first heir. Your older brother, Ambrose Philips. He is 10 years older than you and he couldn’t be any more fit to take on the family bearings. He’s strong but stubborn in cherish-able ways. Handsome and gentle than the group of gentleman he grew up with. He’s protective as any brother shall be but he is overbearing at times. He also carries both your mother and father’s personality, making him a perfect Lord.

Two years after Ambrose was born, your second older brother, Bennett Philips was born. He was your mother and father’s wild child in his early days of childhood. Often blamed for sparking fights with Ambrose, almost taking a pearly tooth out the poor boy’s mouth when Bennett hit him with a facer at the age of eights years. He slowly but surely grew out of such habits around the age of eighteen. He and Ambrose are single by choice. To say the least, your mother is growing gray hairs because of them.

Three years later after Bennett was born, your mother birthed twins, Alexandra and Alonzo Philips. Beautiful twins that were the biggest talk of the ton. It wasn’t too often to see a family sire twins. Alonzo was born first then Alexandra was ten minutes after. Both represent night and day together and were oddly attached to one another up. Alonzo is second to be over protective with Ambrose in first. It came with being so close to Alexandra but it worsened once he grew to his teens. Alexandra is your idol after your mother and she knows it too. She was also the first to get married out of all of you and birthed a boy and two girls. She is also the one who makes peace within family quarrels because her brooding brothers could not contain themselves.

Now four years after the twins, your mother had you, Y/n Philips. The last Philip child and last daughter of the family. You were a shy little one for years but you were kind to even those who deserved less. You and your siblings grew to be elegant children of the ton. But you…you were the sunlight in the winter storms when you entered the room. It was only inevitable for you to be the one of the most desirable young woman of the season.

Today, your family is hastily making arrangements for this year’s social season. You are all returning to London after having to live in Nova Scotia for the last six years. Your father had to take business there but did not dare to leave his family behind. So he took you all with him and remained there till now.

" You must make haste, dearest!" your mother says as she walks into your bedroom. She sees that your back is turned to her as you sit on your mahogany desk in front of the window, “We cannot afford to be late."

You then turn around from your desk with a bright smile on your face as you finish reading a piece of paper. “Mother, look! Mina wrote back to me! She says she will be waiting for us at the port,” you say cheerfully.

Francesca softy smiles as she takes the letter you handed to her to read. Ms. Mina Ashido, formally known as your best friend since your early years. The Ashido family are such lovely and warm people. They are one of the very few families yours is very close with. Often throwing family balls together and taking strolls along the promenade. It warms her heart knowing you both remained best of friends. Letter after letter you received and delivered slowly helped you adjust to your new life in Nova Scotia. And it made you feel like you still lived in London.

"I am delighted to hear that, my love but we must hurry along now if we would like to meet her at the appropriate time,” your mother says dramatically as she gently grabs your hand to make you lift yourself off the chair. You and your mother make your way downstairs towards the carriages and the rest of your family resides. You continue to express how happy you feel knowing that your best friend will be there for you. "Will her family present her for this year's season?"she asks curiously.

"Yes, they are,” you smile, “Hopefully, Mina and I will find a gentleman of our own to betroth this season. I do feel quite uneasy though. It’s been so long since I’ve seen everyone,” you giggle softly.

“No need to fret, my dear. Your father and, undeniably, your brother Ambrose will be there for you to find a suitable gentleman,” your mother laughs as she walks with you outside.

Your father is the first to see you two leave the house and he couldn’t help but admire how much you and your mother share the same features. “My beautiful girls, you are late,” he playfully scolds.

“Apologies, father,” you giggle, “ But I thought you said women in our family can not be late. Everyone else is simply early.”

Your mother silently nods her head in agreement as your father laughs. He laughs because it’s true and he stays true to his word. Always. “Alright, now we must leave. Your brothers are already in the carriage, Y/n,” your father smiles.

You smile back and make your way to the carriage to your right. Just as you were a few steps away, the door opens by your eldest brother, Ambrose. “Sister, finally able to join us?” he smirks as he walks out of the carriage to help you inside with his hand out waiting for yours.

You playfully roll your eyes as you place your hand onto your brother’s and step inside to see Bennett and Alonzo sitting on one end of the carriage. “Brothers,” you greet.

“Y/n, you do know that is does not take years to walk down to the courtyard,” Bennett teases as he slouches in his seat compared to Alonzo who sits like a proper gentleman.

“Bennett, how do you expect to find a woman with such awful posture. It will scare them off,” you sigh as you settle down in your seat with Ambrose beside you, “It is not flattering.”

“You sound like mother,” Alonzo laughs making you pout, “But I do agree, Bennett. Even in our family portraits you carry such a distasteful posture.”

“Your children will inherit that,” Ambrose adds on.

“Why must I be the target of your brash comments,” Bennett sighs dramatically.

“It is karma, brother,” you smirk, “After being a wild one for mama and papa to look after.”

“And after for stuffing blue cheese inside my pants during my sleep,” Alonzo laughs.

“Also, for the time your nearly cracked my front tooth because I ate the last cream puff,” Ambrose sighs at the memory.

Bennett groans loudly in his seat as you all continue to banter around the times he caused trouble for everyone. “I have grown from that behavior, so you know,” he says sarcastically as he adjusts himself in his seat, “Moving on, has there been any news from London that we should be wary of, Ambrose.”

“Ah, yes,” your eldest brother says as the carriages being to move, “Mr. Neito Monomoa is now Lord Monomoa. And his grace, Lord Izuku Midoryia will also be returning to London as well.”

“He is a gentlemen to possibly court, sister. I am not opposed to a match like that,” Alonzo smiles.

“Must your marry this season, sister?” Bennett questions with furrowed eyebrows. He has asked this question before because he is the only one in the family who is not fond of the idea. “I thought you would wait. You are only nineteen years. You are still young.”

“If a wedding is meant to happen then it will. Besides, I enjoy the idea of growing a family of my own,” you laugh, “Oh, and if Lord Midoryia is interested in me, I wouldn’t be opposed to becoming a duchess.”

“Speaking of the man,” Ambrose speaks up, “Guess who will be by his side looking for a possible wife…Viscount Bakugo.”

“Katsuki?!” Bennett and Ambrose burst int laughter making you furrow your eyebrows at their reaction.

“What is that reaction for?” You questioned as you slighted giggled at the hyenas sitting around you.

“Do you not remember the man?” Bennett baffles with a hand on his chest, “He was that loud blonde that Mina’s birthday party that you said kept making your ears ring.”

Your eyes widened as you immediately remembered the loud and spikey blonde. He did make your ears ring that night because everyone kept teasing him over a girl. The reason why it is a stained memory is because of his foul language he would throw at his friends. Never thought you would hear that he would become a viscount because he never showed leadership like your father did.

“When did he become viscount?” Ambrose sighs as he wipes his tears away.

“His father couldn’t have died already?” Bennett says with concern.

“No, Lord Bakugo is still alive. Katsuki had to take over because his father fell ill two years ago. Lady Bakugo thought it was safer for it to happen that way I guess,” Alonzo shrugs in his seat. “I’m sure he’s enjoying the position. That is all he talked about growing up.”

“That’s right,” you perk up at the memory popping up, “You would ride your horse down to his home with Lord Midoryia.”

Alonzo smiles at the memory as he nodded in response. “Those were fun days before mother started dragging us to the promenade to look for women to starts families with,” he sighs with a shake of his head.

“That is what we are coming home too,” Ambrose sighs dramatically making Bennett do the same.

“Goodness, you guys are impossible…,” you roll your eyes.

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[lovedreamer11]

There are times when I really hate HOTD

You have no idea how much I want the HOTD writers to go to hell. I'm a patient person and I'm used to adaptations being different from the original, but what they did with HOTD is a huge piece of garbage. Adaptations often change appearance, plot, time frame, but a drastic change in personality is something I cannot tolerate.

What the hell happened to Alicent? Maybe the real Alicent was a stepmother from hell, but at least she knew what she wanted and was ready to do anything to achieve what she wanted. What happened to the boastful, arrogant, stupid and hot-tempered Aemond? And Aegon? This guy was a hot-tempered, spoiled hedonist, but not Mr. "I do what my mom says. My parents don't love me. It's time to show everyone my sad eyes."

Rhaenyra and Alicent's "friendship" is just 🤮. What the hell is friendship? From the very beginning, show!Alicent was jealous of show!Rhaenyra's position and status and her relationship with her parents. The real Rhaenyra would never have noticed someone like Alicent, let alone befriend her. Both girls had different upbringings, interests and worldviews. What common topics of communication did they have?

What kind of love are we talking about between Show!Viserys and Show!Rhaenyra? For half the season, all Show!Viserys did was just yell at his daughter and not listen to her, and for the second he looked like the walking dead.

How the writers couldn't come up with anything better than stealing some of Rhaenyra's things. Like her signature black dress, a forced marriage to a man who didn't care about Rhaenyra. Did you notice show!Rhaenyra's dresses and hairstyles? The book literally had a description of how Rhaenyra dressed and what hairstyle she preferred, but the writers apparently read the book from Wikipedia and skipped every second word.

I showed my friend, who hasn't watched the show and doesn't know anything about GOT or HOTD, photos of young show!Rhaenyra and show!Alicent from the series and asked what she thought. Do you know what the answer was? My friend decided that show!Alicent was a princess and show!Rhaenyra was a servant.

Just look at the banners they made for the second season. The green banner is really nice, but the black banner looks like a cheap towel.

What about the blacks on the show? How stupid must a girl be, who grew up in a world in which the main purpose of a woman is marriage and the birth of an heir, and who is the heir to the throne, to think that she can avoid marriage? The real Viserys didn't give Rhaenyra a choice and chose her husband himself, but did show!Rhaenyra really think she could avoid marriage? Show!Raenyra is the height of stupidity and absurdity, which constantly contradicts itself.

And Daemon? I really feel sorry for Matt. He is a talented actor and tries very hard. I think if the show had more skilled writers, he could have portrayed the real Daemon. But show!Daemon is a stupid, illogical, absurd clown who doesn’t understand what he wants and doesn’t follow through. This character has so many fans solely because of Matt's charisma, the writers should kiss his feet for that.

And of course, my favorite. There's only been one season out, but the writers have already demonstrated their style of throwing aside logic for the sake of effect. I mean, show!Laena's self-immolation and the way show!Rhaenys ruined show!Aegon's coronation. Do you know what the people who work on the show said in interviews? They added these scenes because they thought it would be cooler and more impressive. Wasn’t the creators of GOT guided by a similar point of view when working on the plot of the last seasons of the show?

And now, because of this show, a lot of people have come out of nowhere to argue that women should not hold leadership positions, remain silent and accept neglect because it is necessary, and rapists and aggressors can be forgiven if they are played by beautiful actors or if the characters lacked parental support love. According to this logic, people should love Joffrey and Ramsay since they both also lacked parental love in childhood.

This show really had potential and a good cast. But the screenwriters' work destroyed everything from the very beginning. Many people still have hopes that everything will be better in the second season, but I am in despair. No, seriously, look at the team banners for season two. They really did a good job on the green banner and that would be fine if the black banner wasn’t yet another proof of the writers’ bias. Black team, we have no hope.

[paperweight91]

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I have been dying to get these two out for you! I hope you like what Frank and Pete have in store for us!

Mouth is Alive, All Running Inside

W/C: 594

Characters: Pete Brenner, Frank Adler, & out of sight reader Dove!

Summary: Frank makes a big mistake that will change the lives of all the pack members.

A/N: here’s the intro for Frank & Pete’s pack, here’s hoping it lives up to expectations! As a note the reader insert in this one is in the other room for this blurb! Comments, reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated ❤️

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Pete walked through the front door of the farm house he’d called home for longer than he could remember. He sighed at the familiar sight of Frank’s items strewn across the entryway, coming up short at the unfamiliar scent of fear, human, engulfing the house. He let out a snarl, it must be one of the new pack members, the kids always had a hard time adjusting to giving up humans.

He growled as he followed the scent towards the basement. As he made his way down he saw the figure of a woman strapped to a chair, what looked like a tie of his stuffed in her mouth. He scrubbed a hand down his face, rubbing at the hairs of the goatee on his chin. Frank was gonna kill the newbie, hell he was ready to kill the newbie. Pete rushed forward to try and soothe the young woman, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

Pete whipped his head around to see Frank looking grim. “What the hell?” Pete whisper-shouted.

Frank put a finger to his mouth and tugged Pete towards the room on the opposite side of the basement. “She saw me.”

At Pete’s confused look Frank continued, “I was out, two towns over, getting cow hearts for the week. I thought I was careful, I swear I was! But, I looked over and there she was just standing there, terrified.”

Pete let out a sound closer to a roar than a growl. “Frank! Why the hell is she here? This is the pack house! We’re gonna have to move everyone, make new identities, find new hunters to make ties with! What the hell were you thinking?”

Frank started pacing, his hands on his hips. He paused every so often, like he was about to speak, before taking in Pete’s face and continuing on his path.

“Okay, I know, this is bad.” Frank started, “But she was terrified, I knew that she was gonna start screaming or go to the police. She saw my face Pete, probably saw my truck too!”

Pete crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow, a clear sign for Frank to go on. Pete threw his hands up and gestured to the other room. “What do we do now Frank? These kids look to us, you for leadership.”

“I haven’t figured this all out yet, okay?” Frank closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “Listen, she’s sweet, innocent. Even though we make the best of what we are, all I could see when I looked at her was the piece of us we’ve been trying to get back to.”

”How does that justify this Frank?” Pete grabbed Frank by the shoulders forcing the other man to look him right in the eye. “She’s got her whole life ahead of her, wait. You didn’t? Did you?”

Frank shook himself free of Pete’s grasp and glared at him. “You think I turned her?”

Pete shrugged, “You sound like a man in lust, Frank. What the hell am I supposed to think?”

”No! Dammit! No, I just - I need your help Pete. Please.” Frank shrunk into himself and slumped against the nearest wall.

Pete sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time since he walked through the door. He scrubbed his hand down his face again, scratching at his goatee for a moment before making a decision. He walked down the hall and stood at the doorway, looking at the woman who had upset the balance of his life.

What the hell were they going to do now?

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Taglist: @stargazingfangirl18 @krirebr @rebeccapineapple @precious1610 @bval-1 @bigcreatorwombatdreamer

[wondersinwaynemanor]

Inspired by I Turn to You song cus I was listening to it while thinking of a Batfamily prompt entry and here it is:

I Turn To Bruce, To Dad/Father

For a shield from the storm - Tim

Timothy Drake was neglected by Janet and Jack Drake. Tim rarely spent his time in his own house as he went to stalk the Bats, taking photographs with his precious camera. So, when he discovered the identities of Batman and Robin, and the death of Robin happened, he was able to convince Batman that he needed a Robin and that he, Timothy Drake, was the right choice. When he had rough nights with his parents, Tim often found himself running to the Wayne Manor. To Alfred Pennyworth. To Dick Grayson. To Bruce Wayne.

When Janet and Jack were angered by how much Tim was spending time with the Waynes, Bruce Wayne came to the rescue - he explained that they were missing on Tim's intelligence, creativeness and talents. He mentioned how they were poorly treating the kid and that's not how parents should raise a child ever. When Janet and Jack faced their tragic fates, Bruce was more than willing to take Tim in the family.

Every time Bruce embraces Tim, he feels like he could withstand anything. Bruce Wayne is a greater man, even more so than his own dad could ever be.

For a love to keep me safe and warm - Damian

Damian al Ghul Wayne was the heir to the League of Shadows ; the rightful heir of the Demon's throne. As a young child, Damian only knew how to become a soldier - to fight and concur. He never knew the true meaning of love. Sure, his Mother, Talia, would give him assurances and words of appreciation, but he never truly felt it. And from his Grandfather, well, he only saw his Grandson as a tool that he should train so he can lead the League at the rightful age.

Damian only felt true love when he met his Father, Bruce Wayne. He raised Damian the right way a Father should. And even when he was trained as Robin, he didn't feel the weight of it as a soldier or merely a sidekick of the Great Batman. Damian actually loves being Robin and Batman loves Robin. Bruce allows him the right ways a child his age should live life - a child who goes to the carnival with his friends, a child who watches movies with his siblings on the weekends when homework was done, a child who enjoys sweets every now and then, and a child who adopts animals without being judged. But mostly especially, a child who deserves to be called "Son" with a few forehead kisses and "I love you" s.

For the strength to be strong - Dick

Richard Grayson was initially scared when the famous billionaire, Bruce Wayne, took him in as a ward. When he had frequent nightmares of his parents' death, he was surprised to see Bruce by his bedside, ready to comfort Dick until he fell back to sleep. When he was thoroughly comfortable, Dick often found himself on Bruce's bed, who whole heartedly hugged him and told him how strong Dick is and that nightmares only test a strong person.

Dick was eventually trained by Bruce, became Robin and the sidekick of Batman. Dick was hesitant at first to continue being Robin as he was still learning to fight, scared of the villains. Bruce assured him, "Chum, no one is as capable as you are. You are very strong, even stronger than me when I was your age." He was also given the choice to discontinue being Robin, but Dick found his footing and enjoyed being Robin.

Dick grew up to be his own leader and found the Teen Titans which became the Titans. But Dick realizes that no matter how much he has grown, he always finds himself back to the Manor, back to Bruce's arms asking for support. He asks for advice on how he should run a group like Bruce being a leader of the Justice League. He carries Bruce's words in his leadership. But even when he isn't asking for advice, Dick still finds himself going back to Bruce, to Dad, finding strength like he was a kid again because a son always looks for the strength of his dad.

For the will to carry on - Jason

Jason Todd had a rough childhood. He lived at Crime Alley where crime was always present. He needed money and so in any way possible to get that, Jason would try. When he stumbled into the Batmobile to sell its tires and the Batman found him, his life changed.

He was healthy, happy and loved when Bruce Wayne took him in. Most especially, he adored being Robin. He was free. But a tragedy happened and he died... Years after, he came back to life. The dead walking among the living. Years of being a teen taken away from him. Robin taken away from him. Bruce was taken away from him.

But now he's the famous, crime lord, Red Hood. He's slowly patching things up with Bruce. And sometimes when the fury of the Lazarus Pit finds its way back to his system, triggering pain and rage, he sometimes thinks maybe it was for the best if he wasn't resurrected. But Bruce always remains hopeful and gives him reasons to love life, that this was just another challenge for him to appreciate life. So he pushes forward. When he stumbles back slightly, Bruce lifts him up and guides him to the right path. And when Jason is surrounded by his family in his home at the Manor, he thinks, "I'm glad I'm alive."

[berryflyy]

RUKI MUKAMI AESTHETIC IRL

His aesthetic is a mix of Formal Grunge

The colours I'd associate him with are Deep Red,Dark Purple, and Black

Deep Red to show his transformation and history from what he used to be to what he is now

The trauma from the past, the whips are aperfect association of the colour red

Purple, which represents his mystery, and to signify he has the blood of an aristocratic

Black because of his darkness and secrecy of the emotions he surrounds himself with

Mysterious, monochromatic, Dignifed

Books, Polymatic, Authority

Depressed, Rational, Smart

Ruki Mukami is your average smart guy. He's a man of few words. Talks only when and if necessary. He is more on the analyzing side. He is always observing, calculating. He's someone who you'd find reserved, and even when faced with a challenge, he manages to keep his calm. However, there is more to him underneath the reserved demeanour lies a mystery of pain and hidden objectives

Mysterious, Dominating, Reticent

At a glance, you'd see Him with his hair is styled in a short, dishevelled manner, with a black hue at the roots transitioning to white tips. His eyes are a captivating shade of blue-grey, and he has three black piercings in his right ear. He wears a black web choker on his neck.

You'll find Ruki Mukami sitting in the front row of all his classes. Ready to take on any challenge, prepared to contest anyone he strives to be the best. To be the superior, which is why he is always found to be competent towards Reiji Sakamaki. Being the eldest of his household meant nothing less than excellence all to please his saviour, the one he looks up to the most. Karl Heinz

Ruki mostly spends his time with his brothers. Family sticks together. The love and bond he shares with his found family is special. He makes sure everything is in order. All the needs of his family are being met, and he takes on a leadership and fatherly role for the rest of his brothers. This is shown by how his beorhers respect and take up his advuce and orders. He enjoys cooking and has been seen making meals for his family. He strives to make original dishes. Other than that, as he comes from money, he has all the skills that are expected from a young master. From cooking, table manners to horse riding, he has it all. He is often seen carrying a book around. Although the contents of his books remain unknown but it strikes as something important to him. Something that he associates his past life with.

Ruki has a calm personality, but one where he is harsh with his words. Almost as if he belittles all life forms before him. He's not one to form close relationships with others outside of his brothers.

A man who refuses to open himself to others. A man with strong wits. A man with secrets. What secrets does he carry? What pain lies within him? How heavy are his burdens? And most of all, why are you drawn to a man who seems like the sweetest oblivion you can immerse yourself in? Who knows? All you're certain of is that this crafty vampire has ensnared you in his trap.

Ruki Mukami, brother of an idol, a top competitive student. One who's up to date with trends one would say. An explorer, a jack of all trades. One who doesn't shy away from expressing his opinion. This vampire slowly made his way into your heart. It came as a surprise to you but most of all to Ruki. How could he allow this? How could his pride let him fall for a human like you? He thought hard he didn't ask for this, but nevertheless, he craved you more and more. You were drawn into his mystery. The deeper you dwelled , the deeper you get sucked in. Such is love. Ruki was a predator, and you were his prey. He decided that you were his slave from now on. His to punish, his to love. All of you belonged to him. But who are you to be displeased by his overprotective affection. After all, you wanted him. You craved him. All he did was make sure you knew your place. Sure, you could rebel against him. You could say no and go against his wishes, but remember. Ruki claims dominion over you. You are his mere livestock. In the face of disobedience, expect consequences—whether they bring pain or pleasure. Rather than complaining, your role is to sit back and embrace the experience as the vampire teaches you your place

"I WON'T STOP YOU

FROM ESCAPING, BUT

YOU'LL BE PUNISHED IF

YOU'RE CAUGHT.

BE PREPARED."

( I wrote smth after a long time took a lot of strength to do this but finally I got smth done yay. Hope you all enjoy it)

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WIP Wednesday

Well, I finished my current Damerey WIP last night. The editing may start tonight, but since I have tomorrow off, I may take it easy and watch a movie instead. Or both. You never know.

Anyway, instead of offering you a snippet of the new fic, which I hope to start posting on AO3 on May 9, I'm going to direct you to part of a chapter from one of my first Damerey fics. It was the inspiration for this new fic, and as you can probably guess, it's why this ended up being a rewrite of the sequel trilogy. Because, what if it started like this..?

Another day. Another ration pack. Or two. Rey’s haul that day hadn’t been big, but it would be enough for a meal, however small. She stopped her speeder just outside the limits of Niima Outpost, the sun low in the sky, and carried her load to the cleaning station. As she did so, she noticed three unique shapes off to the south, where visiting ships usually landed. She stopped and stared. X-Wings?

She had seen X-Wing fighters before, on the rare occasion some mercenary or outrider who happened to have one stopped on Jakku. However, it was obvious those models were old junkers, damaged during battle and disposed of by their owners as not being worth the money to fix, and then being taken on by someone who had the time to repair them enough to be travel worthy if not battle ready. These three ships were far from junkers. Sleek, well-cared for, and ready for combat, they had no insignia on them to identify who they belonged to, but there was only one group in the galaxy that used X-Wings effectively these days: The Resistance. Two of the ships were steel grey with blue and red marks on them to individualize them. The third was painted a very distinctive black with orange marks.

Rey continued on to the cleaning station. While she hadn’t found much in today’s scavenging, what she had was unique enough to warrant decent ‘pay,’ and after cleaning the old compressor engine, she was pleased to have earned one full portion for it. Putting the ration packs in her bag, she headed for her speeder, but a small group of humans caught her eye. There were three of them, and though they were dressed casually, she knew immediately they were the pilots of the three X-Wings she had seen. They stood out like a sore thumb amongst the rag-tag throng of Niima.

There were two men and one woman. The woman was young, less than a decade older than Rey herself, and though she was attractive, Rey recognized a hardness in the woman’s attitude; she was no pushover. Which made sense, since flying an X-Wing was not for the faint of heart. The man she was talking to was older, a bit thick around the middle, with a beard and a jovial expression. He did not look like a fighter pilot at first glance, but the way he looked about him with wariness spoke of someone who had been there and done that in his lifetime.

The third member of the group, who was talking to one of the merchants, was probably a bit younger than the other male pilot, shorter but fit, and his demeanor spoke of confidence and leadership. Something told her the black X-Wing belonged to this man. As she watched, the vendor said something that apparently amused the pilot and he laughed. Something inside Rey clenched, and she was immediately confused. Why did this stranger affect her this way? Suddenly, she realized the dealer was pointing at her, and all three pilots turned to look at her.

Panicked, Rey turned and started walking away, trying to be casual about it. She had no clue what they wanted with her or why the merchant had pointed her out to them; she had never had dealings with the man. She turned her head a bit and was dismayed to see the woman and the bearded man following her in her peripheral. They seemed to be in no rush, but their focus was undeniably on her. She was so intent on them she didn’t see the third pilot until she almost ran smack into him. Somehow, he had gotten in front of her and was now blocking her way.

He gave her a disarming smile, his brown eyes warm. “Hey, it’s okay,” he told her. “We just want to ask you a question.” When she stopped and gave him a brief nod, he held out his hand. “I’m Poe,” he told her. “Poe Dameron.”

She looked down at his hand and then back up at him, taking it cautiously. People rarely shook hands here on Jakku. His hand was warm and callused, and his touch was comforting. She bit her lip and pulled her hand back, more than a little confused by her reaction.

She saw his gaze drop to her lips, then he looked up and behind her, motioning to his companions. “This is Snap and Jess,” he told her.

Rey glanced back at them as they nodded, then she faced Dameron again. “Rey,” she said softly.

“I know.”

For some reason, his simple response made her heart beat harder and faster. Why did he seem so familiar? And why was she acting this way around him? Plenty of hot-shot pilots had come and gone from Niima outpost, and several of them had been handsome as sin. None had affected her like this man.

“We’re here looking for pilots to recruit into the Resistance,” he continued. “More than one person pointed out you as the best pilot in Niima, maybe even all of Jakku.” The corner of his mouth tilted up. “Do you have any interest in learning to fly combat spacecraft?”

Rey was stunned. Who had told him she was a pilot? It wasn’t something she broadcasted, and she sure as heck never thought anyone in Niima cared anyway. “Fly combat? Like an X-Wing?” she asked.

“Yep,” Dameron said with a smile. “X-Wings. A-Wings. Bombers. Whatever your talents fit with best.”

Rey was starting to get excited. To be able to travel around the galaxy and fly those amazing ships would be a dream come true. “That would be wonderful!” she exclaimed, but then reality hit her.

Poe had grinned at her reaction, but when her face fell, his did too. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

She blinked and looked at him. “I’m flattered by your offer, but I… I can’t leave Jakku.”

“Seriously?” he said, his expression disbelieving. “Why can’t you leave this dustball?”

Rey hesitated. How to explain something she had a hard time explaining to herself? “I’m waiting for someone,” she said, keeping it simple.

Poe looked disconcerted. “That’s too bad,” he told her. “We really need good pilots.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Whoever you’re waiting for is very fortunate to have someone so loyal on their side.”

Rey felt her face heat.

He held out his hand again and she took hold of it more willingly this time. “If you change your mind,” he told her softly, “look me up.” He held onto her hand much longer than a simple handshake warranted, and she didn’t mind at all. With a sad nod, he let her go and turned away. Rey was barely aware of the other two pilots passing her and following him. Slowly, she made her way out of town and toward her speeder. She had mounted it and was getting ready to start it when the roar of engines caught her attention. She looked up to see the three X-Wings lifting off and heading upward toward space. She watched them until they disappeared in the dusky sky, then put her head down on the steering column and cried.