#like I was not handling any of this well at all. literally cried every day since Monday to yesterday because of the stress

[lateseptemberdawn]

Ngl bad parents give me such an ick like stay tf away from me ew

[onedirecton]

last night was the first night in about week where I had absolutely peace so I hope it continues 💗🫶

[puppykento]

daddy doesn't share - stepdad!toji x fem!reader [drabble]

a/n: i literally think about... stepdad toji once a day

cw: 18+ content, stepcest, daddy kink, possessive toji, p in v, hair pulling, creampie, cheating(he's married to reader's mom), implied murder threat(not reader)

Toji wasn't meant to be home for another few hours - with your mom out with friends, you thought you'd easily be able to sneak your boyfriend into your room and have some fun with him. You'd clearly been having too much fun, 'cause you don't even hear the footsteps leading up to your room or your door opening.

"Ay, you hungr-" The words get caught as soon as he takes in the sight in front of him. His stepdaughter on her bed with a boys hand halfway up her skirt. His grip on the door handle tightens enough that the wood it's attached to creaks in protest. You pull away from your boyfriend, but not quick enough.

"The fuck is this?" He hisses, his gaze flicking from you to your boyfriend. Toji's gaze is harsh and unyielding, and you're not surprised to see the way the guy shrinks back in fear at the look your stepdad gives him. "You got about three seconds to leave, kid, unless ya wanna end up on a missin' poster."

You're even less surprised to see the way he scurries off immediately. Toji doesn't even wait until he hears the front door shut before he's on you, pinning you down to the bed. He grips your wrist in one of his strong hands, the other gripping your face. He pushes down on your cheeks, causing them to squish together and make your lips pucker up.

"This how ya gonna act now, hmm? Knew you were a brat, but didn't take you to be a fuckin' slut." He growls, the corner of his lip curling as he looks down at you. You do your best to shake your head, but his hard with his grip on your face.

"No, dad, I'm not. Didn't mean to upset you." You tell him, voice muffled by how's he's got your lips all smooshed. Toji isn't stupid - he knows by 'didn't meant to upset him', you mean you didn't mean to be caught.

"You didn't? 'Cause daddy is real fuckin' mad at ya, babe. So you're gonna have to make it up to him, y'hear?" He doesn't wait for any sort of response from you, but he uses his grip on your face to force you to nod, a huge grin spreading across his face at the sight.

"Atta girl," he murmurs, letting go of your face and giving you two light smacks to the cheek. "Now, you're gonna let me do what that boy was gonna do to ya, yeah? I don't wanna hear no bitchin' or whinin'. If you can spread your legs for him, you can spread 'em for daddy."

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

"Fuck, baby. Cunt's even better than your mama's." He groans as he bottoms out in your tight walls in one thrust, his hips smacking against the fat of your ass. He's got one hand gripping onto your hair, his other hand gripping one of your hips to pull you back to meet his thrusts.

His cock is a bully, the girth of it splitting you open as he bumps into your cervix everytime he fucks into you. Every shift of his hips feels like it's punching the air out of you, his fist forcing your face against the pillow.

"Takin' me so well, princess. Knew you were a slut. Your mama cries like a fuckin' bitch if I try 'n fuck her right." He grunts out, pounding you against the mattress. Your pussy clenching around him, trying to suck him in everytime he pulls back.

"She don't even want me to leave... your cunt's just beggin' me to stuff 'er full." His words make you whine, your cunt clamping down on him as you feel the coil in your stomach snap, your pussy gushing slick all over him. His nails dig into your skin at the sight, a loud groan spilling past his lips. His thrusts grow sloppy as he chases his own release. His hips rut his cock into your sloppy hole until he shoots his load deep inside of you, his hips stuttering as he rides out his orgasm.

He lets out a shaky breath, his hand slowly loosening in your hair. He pulls away from you, his eyes flicking down to watch his cum leaking from you before he gathers it back up onto his fingers and pushes it back inside.

"Keep daddy right there, baby. Gonna fill you up a few more times before mama gets home." He coos, using his other hand to give your ass a little smack. He pulls his hands away, watching your fucked out face with satisfaction.

"Oh, and darlin'? Next boy you bring home is gonna end up buried in the yard. Daddy doesn't like sharin'."

[artemis32]

subjugation vi

i'm on my period and i am dying, so - here's a drabble no one asked for

****

subjugation masterlist

Thinking about EraserMic and how they treat you while you're on your period.

If you thought they were overbearing before, you have no idea how little breathing room you'll have now - literally.

Let's follow the order of events.

First, you'll become snippy with them, even more short off than you usually are. Normally, they can ignore your sharp quips and snarled words and move on with the conversation, but really, with the way you're acting, they can't let that kind of behaviour slide.

There's really no other way to describe it - you were being a bitch. A nasty one.

So they punish you in that strange way of theirs, forcing you to keep them company, overwhelming you with their presence, metaphorically force-feeing you their presence.

That does nothing but make it worse, pushing your already irritable mood to the edge.

Except this time, instead of snapping at them and lashing out as you usually would, you're pushed to the more emotional side of things.

Hizashi is horrified when you burst into tears in the middle of the living room, sniffling as you try in vain to mop up your tears with your shirt sleeve.

He'd expected you to become emotional, just not like this. You hardly ever cried, and even when you did, you tried to make sure it wasn't around the two of them.

You probably thought it made you look weak. What a ridiculous notion.

He lays a hesitant palm on your shoulder, patting it awkwardly as he murmurs softly.

"...you okay?"

As your sniffles grow to sobs, he cringes back.

He discusses it with Shota that night while you sleep, having gone to bed early. It was unusual for you to be exhausted this early in the evening, but the two took the opportunity to discuss your recent odd behaviour.

They talk in circles for most of the night, never settling on one reason for your outburst.

A few days later though, all is revealed.

You could try to hide it for a bit, but you won't last all that long. Not with two observant, seasoned pro heroes monitoring your every movement.

Try as you might, you can't hide the pain on your features, or the odd grimace here and there, or the fact that you're using wads of toilet paper as pads.

Unsurprisingly, you hadn't had your period in the months following your abduction. Who would've thought that extreme stress and anxiety would cause your period to be all but non-existent.

That unfortunately meant that the house wasn't very well equipped to handle a woman or her cycle.

Pads or tampons? Zero.

Pain killers? Ziltch.

Heating pads? None.

Chocolate? Nada.

But once they'd realised what was really going on, the situation was quickly remedied.

That's how you found yourself smothered under a pile of blankets, squished between the two pro heroes on the couch, being forced to drink warm tea by the cupful.

In a way, it was almost... nice?

It was warm and comfortable, and the painkillers Shouta had all but shoved down your throat had done wonders for your cramps. And it didn't hurt that they weren't trying to talk to you, or interact with you at all beyond the occasional shift in positioning.

Not to mention, the crushing weight of their bodies on you felt almost soothing.

(Also Shouta had such nice, warm hands - they're large too, comforting as they encompass your lower stomach, gently massaging the cramping, bloated area).

That's how you find yourself dozing off as some or other reality tv show plays on in the background.

****

They'd act like that all week, treating you like some fragile kitten, careful not to make any sudden sounds or movements.

Of course, they go back to usual as soon as your period is over, but for those glorious few days, it's as if they almost don't exist, only ever bothering you to bring you what you want.

It's almost worth the cramps, back aches, tender breasts and awful mood swings.

Almost.

Except, a few months down the line, Hizashi realises he has a thing for period sex, and it definitely doesn't hurt that it's supposed to help with cramps.

You can't blame him, he's just trying to help you.

So what if he gets off in the process?

****

Hizashi is a period sex kinda man and you can't convince me otherwise. Man's is nasty.

I'll definitely expand on this some other time :))

[cboffshore]

what you say about Jay's condition in the skybound fics is actually very true. 90% of the fandom portrays him as falling at the slightest degree of pain, bursting into tears and begging when in canon Jay NEVER cries or begs in all his torture with Nadakhan. All he does at most is complain silently, and continue talking shit about everyone

we actually need more fics of Jay being a little shit that fights dirty, cheats, and deals damage using the meanest ways to defend himself and attack even when he's getting his ass kicked. I just feel like a lot of fics don't really embody the fact that Jay didn't sit back and let them torture him while he cried, but he actually fought back, he actually continued to be stubborn to the point that nothing Nadakhan did worked.

You're so right and you should absolutely say it. I am not the biggest Jay enjoyer (don't get me wrong, I like him, but I'm not winning the Jay Fan contest any day soon), but I particularly enjoy his arc in Skybound and how that persistence plays into it. Seeing it get put to the side in favor of whatever all these crying sessions are trying to do honestly makes me wonder - do people who write this flavor of sadboy Jay actually enjoy/appreciate Skybound to the same degree that inspires so many of us to write about it, or are they just there for the angst openings? Which does Jay such a huge disservice. I'm still in awe whenever Jay gets that Target ball sized ball and chain slammed into his chest and still gets back up. This is the guy everyone's relegating to weep in a corner? He's throwing stray insults at every opening and then some and the popular fanon consensus is, "yeah, he's completely broken, send him to the pit"??

Now, don't get me wrong, the occasional show of vulnerability is great. Key word there is occasional. To be fair, I would likely be just as unsettled as I am by the sobfest trend if Jay just did Bugs Bunny shenanigans the entire time without ever cracking. It's about balance! Show that development off! Have him get tougher over time! A strategically placed breakdown or slip-of-the-tongue beg can work so well, it's just got to be handled carefully. (Tried it with Nya once in my own Skybound fics, and can confirm: watch where and when it happens and you can say a lot about whoever does it. Granted, I have never tried it with Jay, but same principle!) Sure, let him do it - but not for the sake of doing it. What would Jay think after the fact? How would the crew's reactions affect him? (Fun idea: would he weaponize it, like the back pain scene where he's literally grinning the whole time? Would he deliberately turn on the waterworks often enough that if it ever happens for real, nobody tries to take advantage of it?)

I didn't mean to go on for that long, but yeah! It's a frustrating topic, and I really wish I knew where it came from. Thanks for dropping in and letting me ramble!

[m1d-45]

Heheehee would love to see venti post-imposter au like that one u did for zhongli...I love guilt >:)))) and thank u, u r amazing!!!!

unnamed poem, unnamed bard

a/n: wrote a whole poem for this. hope you enjoy <3

-> warnings: reader is dead. reader is a literal corpse and is described and referred to as such. major spoilers for mondstat archon quest, the most microscopic spoilers for liyue archon quest.

-> lowercase intended!

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

< masterlist >

‘the creator is the highest god across every nation.’

seven sets of eyes stared at the body in front of them, at the arrow shot through it’s throat. several other wounds crossed the body, but none were as lethal as the first.

‘they have created everything, from the clouds-‘

angry gray rippled across the sky, thunder crackling in the distance. the storm had been brewing all day, and now the reason why was clear.

‘-to the air-‘

wind howled and cried, whipping through hair and pulling at clothes. one of the ties around venti’s braids had been ripped away, the hair beginning to unravel in the gale. still, even as nahida clutched at focalor’s cloak to stay standing—poor girl, she’d been trying to convince her—the clothes on the corpse were still.

‘-to the earth beneath our feet.’

blood seeped into the ground below, shimmering even in the dim light filtering through the clouds. the brick pattern below had shining blue for grout, blood tracing a spiderweb out.

‘they are only to be adored with the highest of veneration.’

thin hands shook around the handle of a bow, painted nails digging into the grip. barbatos’ eyes are wide, teal, unblinking gaze staring at the body as if it would magically come back to life. as if it would reach, pull out the arrow, as if it would sit up and chide him for behaving so rashly. it doesn’t.

‘after all…’

amber eyes search for purple, then red, black gloves tightening around the geo lord’s weapon. he was not without sin, having also participated in the chase—none were truly pure, none truly deserved any form of forgiveness except for maybe nahida.

‘it is they to which we owe our lives.’

seven chests heaved with a variety of emotions—adrenaline, contrition, horror—but an eighth was oddly regular. blank, lifeless eyes, matching the color of the ones on the corpse, curved with a smile. well done! they cheered, silent pride shining in the dim light.

‘they are stronger than steel.’

“who are you?”

the gritted voice of the pyro archon shattered the fragile silence.

“me?”

‘brighter than the sun.’

the false god put a hand to their chest, the fake shock on their face not hiding their glee. “well, i’m your god, aren’t i?”

‘with their iron-strong will,’

six hands tightened on weapons. one set let go of cloth, small stature still brimming with anger.

‘eons long work begun.’

new blood stained the dirt, red instead of divine blue. the fake’s body jerked, elemental reactions dancing across their skin as their body fell to the floor. superconduct burned out their eyes, overload locked up their lungs, quicken sped up the rate at which blood flowed from their veins. frozen pinned their still-twitching body to floor as they slowly died.

the gods almost wished that it had taken them longer to die. they certainly didn’t deserve a quick death.

‘they forged the valleys and plains.’

seven voices united by the covered body of their god, undivided by worldly squabbles. grudges and bitterness fell away, if only for now, seven heads bowed on seven sets of knees. even nahida, innocent as she was, had knelt alongside them here. seven prayers were lifted on seven tongues, some wavering, all weak. the scenery did little to distract when they knew they had slaughtered it’s maker.

‘mountains shaped, clouds retained.’

the burial was silent, only the sound of dirt against dirt breaking the solemn air. shimmering jade rose from the earth, obsidian lettering carving out their sin. seven were too weak to continue standing, seven sets of tears beginning to fall. seven asked for forgiveness.

‘as night turned to day turned to night again,’

none would receive it.

‘their last creation made, to their own world they ascend.’

grass and flowers were quick to grow over the unsettled dirt, risking quick uprooting for the chance to get closer. seven hearts burned. seven souls screamed.

drinks hit their tables with loud bangs. ‘who are you, bard?” a man called. ‘where have you heard such things?’

barbatos was the first to flee, unable to bear feeling their aura so long after their death. his wide wings flapped erratically, all of his usual grace lost as tears blurred his vision. the cuffs of his shirt clung to his skin, droplets of blue already staining to matter how hard he tried to scrub it out. it refused to even smudge.

he tucked his wings in and dove, barely even trying to slow his fall once he got closer to the ground, not feeling the pain in his feet. he stumbled once, twice, then collapsed at the foot of his own anemo statue.

the boy laughed, the teal on his nails matching the mirth in his eyes.

barbatos’ chest heaved, the air he commands abandoning him in his time of need. the peaceful breeze of windrise couldn’t hide the uneven beats of his heart, the cool stone behind him not soothing the burn on his face. he could see them, the golden chains of his crimes, already encircling his arms. the fingers that pulled the string stiffened with shining rings, too tight to be comfortable, his opposite palm already beginning to glow. some scrap of his consciousness mourned how it would affect his ability to play, to drink, to move, the unforgiving chains binding his actions.

the larger majority mourned his god.

‘you can call me venti.’

[outerspaceismyhappyplace]

Here’s another scene from my Classification AU that I wrote a while ago

“He finally slipped, didn’t he?” Shinobu says, as Tanjiro walks in with an exhausted Zenitsu on his hip.

“Yeah.”

“On purpose?”

Tanjiro sits down, situating Zenitsu on his lap. “No,” he grimaces.

Shinobu’s eyes narrow. “He involuntarily regressed in the middle of a mission?”

“It wasn’t his fault, Shinobu, it was mine,” Tanjiro says. “I should have taken your advice and forced him into littlespace earlier.”

“If he’s to be a Demon Slayer he needs to be able to take care of himself. We try to keep Littles and Caregivers together, but should we need one of you alone, he needs to be able to manage and control his headspace on his own.”

“I…I know,” Tanjiro says, although the thought of Zenitsu or Inosuke being sent on solo missions without him is…anxiety provoking, to say the least. “I’m going to talk with him about that once he comes out of headspace.”

“That probably won’t be for a while,” Shinobu notes. “Being pushed over the edge like that, especially after being in control for so long, will most likely cause him to be in headspace for an unusually long period of time. He’ll also probably be a lot younger than he would be normally.” She raises an eyebrow at Tanjiro. “You think you can handle that? Two Littles and a Flip at the same time, one of which isn’t in control of his headspace at all?”

“Of course I can,” Tanjiro says.

Right on cue, Inosuke comes barreling into the room and then into Tanjiro and Zenitsu with a loud, “GONPACHIRO!” This startles Zenitsu awake, who then starts crying. “‘Ro!” Inosuke exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air excitedly. “‘Ro, I have a little brother!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know you do, bud,” Tanjiro says in a hushed voice, bouncing Zenitsu on his knee to try to get him to calm down. “You have a really little brother. I know it’s exciting, but he’s feeling really overwhelmed right now so we need to be extra gentle, okay?”

“‘Kay!” Inosuke agrees. “I can help with the baby!”

Shinobu chuckles and shakes her head. “Well, then, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need any help, okay?”

“Thank you,” Tanjiro says. Turning back to Inosuke, he smiles affectionately and tells him, “I know you’ll be such a big help tomorrow. But for now, it’s time for bed. It’s been a long day and we could all use some sleep.”

“I’m not tired!” Inosuke cries.

Zenitsu wails louder, and Tanjiro looks back and forth between his two boys a few times. “Oh, Inosuke, I think Zenitsu is scared of your boar mask.”

“But it’s just a mask! ‘S not my real face!”

“I know, but Zenitsu is overwhelmed and confused and very teeny tiny right now, so he might not understand that,” Tanjiro explains patiently.

Inosuke nods and takes it off, kneeling in front of Zenitsu. “See, baby? I’m not a monster, I’m just me!”

Zenitsu stares at him with wide eyes and reaches out to touch his hair, sobs settling down.

Inosuke squeals. “Look, ‘Ro, he likes me!”

“I knew he would,” Tanjiro says, breathing a silent sigh of relief that that’s all it took to get Zenitsu to stop crying. “Okay. Did you get something to eat?”

“Yup!”

“And you’re all cleaned up?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Good job, bud.”

“The butterfly girl helped me!”

Literally every girl in the whole mansion, with the exception of Nezuko, could be described as a butterfly girl, but Tanjiro decides not to point that out. “That’s great, Inosuke!” Zenitsu is starting to fuss again, and Tanjiro realizes he must be hungry. “I’m going to go and get Zenitsu something to eat; do you think you can get yourself tucked in?“

“No, I want ‘Ro to!” Inosuke says, hanging off of Tanjiro’s arm.

“Can you at least go and lie down until we’re done? It shouldn’t take long, okay? Then I’ll come and tuck you in.”

“But-“

“Please, Inosuke? I need you to be a big boy for me so I can help Zenitsu.”

Inosuke looks unhappy, but he complies. “Fine,” he huffs.

Tanjiro lifts Zenitsu up and takes him to the kitchen, where a warm bottle of milk is already sitting on the table, with a note attached—

‘Thought this might come in handy. It’s babyspace formula infused with supplements that should help with nightmares and anxiety. - Lady Shinobu’

“Look at that, Zen! Lady Shinobu made you a bottle, wasn’t that so nice of her?” Tanjiro says. Zenitsu simply stares at him and puts his fingers in his mouth. “No, don’t do that, I’ve got something much tastier,” Tanjiro promises, sitting down and coaxing Zenitsu’s fingers out of his mouth. He cradles him in his arms and tips the bottle back.

Zenitsu initially spits the first mouthful out in surprise, but to Tanjiro’s relief, after a tentative second try, he drinks the rest of it down greedily, eyelids getting heavy as he gets drowsy. When he gets to the end of the bottle, he makes tiny humming noises of satisfaction.

“You’re so cute,” Tanjiro coos softly, looking down at him with an adoring smile. “I wish your first drop with me was under better circumstances, little one, but I’m happy I finally get to take care of you.”

[beansmakesthings]

You 🫵

Yes you

Give me your Penny Lamb headcanons (rtc)

Well, if you insist! These are just some random kinda general ones. Some will mention some gore and the accident and some will vaguely reference familial abuse, so be warned!

- Penny had a really rough childhood and was taken from her father indefinitely when she was 10. She's been in the system ever since, as families keep deciding they can't handle the combination of PTSD and autism and gave her back.

- The only biological family she really connected with was her grandmother, who was the one who gave Penny her doll

- Penny wants to be a sheep farmer one day like Gran was before she passed.

- Penny's Metis on her bio mom's side. She doesn't really talk about it much because her mother died shortly after she was born and her father kept her away from that side of her family and Penny never really learned much about her culture. She doesn't really know what all it means.

- This one is kind of a general RTC headcanon, but the way the choir survives the Cyclone after the musical is that Karnak quite literally shifted the timeline. They technically inhabit an alternate universe where the only change is they survive. This means everyone has two conflicting memories of how the accident happened and Penny has very vivid nightmares that constantly switch between losing her head and waking up alive aftermath of the crash with her throat sliced and her neck broken.

- Penny had a sort of identity crisis at 3 am due to these dreams and cut and bleached her hair in Jane Doe fashion. She actually found it strangely comforting to sort of pay homage to the person she was when she found her friends and keeps the look. She didn't like being Jane Doe, but she appreciates what Jane did for her.

- Penny always liked scary movies and stuff like that, but after the accident and the whole Jane Doe debacle she becomes very fascinated with anything morbid and death related as a sort of weird coping mechanism.

- Penny also gets very into the goth, emo, and heavy metal scenes after the accident. She cries listening to Nemo by Nightwish (no I will not shut up about that song)

- Speaking of music, Penny is a life long Marianas Trench fan and when Constance finds out they NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT

- Penny had a big crush on Ocean for a while before they started dating, but it was always kind of soured by Ocean acting SO homophobic and SO ableist all the time. It was a huge internal conflict for Penny until Ocean finally turned around, apologized to all the people she'd hurt, and genuinely changed for the better. Penny is actually quite proud of Ocean's progress.

- Penny's hyposensitive to touch and loves deep pressure, squishy hugs, cuddles, and textures. She's notorious for touching stuff without permission when she thinks no one's looking just because the texture looks ✨️feely✨️ (same girl same)

- Mischa is her favourite person to go to for sensory hugs cause he's taller than her and kinda chubby and kinda muscular and he can just envelop her entirely and squeeze the life out of her which she loves.

- Penny really likes Moutain Dew. Mountain Dew of any flavour. The only things she drinks are water, Mountain Dew, and the occasion double-double from Tims. Ocean got her that Baja Blast t-shirt from Hot Topic and Penny wears it every day as pajamas.

- Penny's new family (the one she was placed with after the other one didn't look for her or report her missing or anything at all after the accident) are very nice, but she's incredibly wary of them because of her history. She prefers to be out of the house so she doesn't have to interact with people who are supposed to be parental figures to her.

- Penny loves going to Ricky's, laying on his floor, and being smothered by all his cats while he tells her about Star Trek lore.

- Penny and Noel are the same height, so often times he comes over asking to try on her skirts and stuff to see if they'll look good on him. She has lost half her wardrobe to him.

[theawkwardsiren]

Veneer x F!Reader (fluffy HCs)

summary - just a bunch of HCs on what it would be like to date Veneer

warnings - none

∆ The minute you show this boy any sign of kindness or affection, he is in love. Like as soon as they hired you as their assistant, and you were soft and sweet when handling him, he almost cries and swears you're an angel sent from heaven

∆ once he's in love he becomes the sweetest person in the world, but only in private when Velvet can't see that he's going soft. He can be vulnerable with you but he doesn't want to look weak to her

∆ he starts giving you gifts anonymously at first, always acting innocent when you ask (because you know it's him, he makes it very obvious) and denying buying them

∆ when you finally tell him you know he's been giving you gifts, he loses it and confesses everything, shaking and nervous the entire time. he starts panicking, thinking you don't feel the same way and that you'll just see him as weird

∆ you assure him you don't think he's weird and that you like him back, and the two of you share the sweetest kiss

∆ when i say he was deprived of love and affection his whole life, it's to the point where he cries every time you hug him or kiss him or even give him a little gift. he is SO thankful and emotional and he always lets you know just how much he appreciates you

∆ you noticed one day how Velvet shuts down his idea of practicing and ignores his attempt to get her to make up dances with him again, and so when she leaves you tell him the both of you can make up dances together

∆ he is so SO happy when you say this and suddenly he's showing you every single dance he can think up, desperate for your approval and with a huge smile on his face

∆ even if the dances suck, you're happy to just be spending that time with him and it means the world to him

∆ you're both just laughing and having fun, creating silly dances that would never be stage-friendly, and he's never been happier than when he gets to spin you around before sweeping you into one of the most romantic kisses of your life

∆ he spoils you SO. MUCH. it's unbelievable. you get all sorts of gifts from him, ranging from jewellery to clothes to - and i kid you not - sports cars. he will literally give you anything you want or need, without hesitation. sometimes even gets you things you haven't asked for, but he thinks you'll like

∆ i've seen other people say this and i agree, Veneer is soft and weak-willed when it comes to defending himself, especially against Velvet. but if Velvet or someone else disrespects you in any way...well, hell hath no fury like Veneer when you've been mistreated

∆ he is sassy and sarcastic, so sometimes you have silly little arguments that turn into fights because you get angry at his sass and sarcasm

∆ but he never lets you stay mad for long, because he is sweeping you up into his spaghetti arms and kissing all over your face until you forgive him

∆ if you start crying he starts crying too, and he will hug and cling to you like a koala and tell you how sorry he is over and over until you are the one comforting him

∆ he has great fashion taste, so you better believe he is dressing you up for events and styling your hair - or at least telling you how to style it. he is also buying you the most stylish and lavish clothes and shoes

∆ he is the type to want to match and wear couple-y outfits. so he buys you matching clothes and looks up boyfriend-girlfriend fits and you're always happy to go along with it

∆ he spends all of his free time with you. this boy is so clingy, there is not a moment you will be alone. unless you have to shower or use the restroom. otherwise, Veneer is hanging onto you in some way or the other

∆ he loves to cuddle. as mentioned above, he's clingy so he really loves any form of hand-holding, waist-holding or cuddling that the two of you do. he has to be holding you in any way, and when you're laying in bed or watching a movie on the couch he's got his arms wrapped securely around you - may even wrap his legs around you if you're watching horror movies

∆ KISSES!!! this boy loves to kiss you, he will kiss you anywhere, any time, and any place, even if it's in public. he doesn't shy away from PDA, he loves to show you off and show the world that you're his because he feels so lucky to have you as his girlfriend

∆ he is super protective and even more possessive. he feels like he won in life just getting you to date him, he's taking no chances with losing you or letting you go. he's not over the top about it, but it's very obvious when he's being protective/possessive

∆ like when Kid Ritz was speaking to you at an event, Veneer came and looped an arm around your waist and kissed you deeply

∆ yeah he is not subtle about it

∆ the first time he tells you he loves you is during another silly argument

∆ he got upset that you forgot to tell him you were going to see a friend who's sick and you're trying to convince him you're not cheating or leaving him

∆ he starts crying mid-argument when you yell at him, because he didn't think you - the kindest and sweetest person in his life - would ever yell at him

∆ you feel horrible and have to cuddle him for an hour, during which he tearfully admits that he just loves you so much that he can't bear the thought of losing you

∆ you tell him you love him back and he's over the moon, instantly fixed and happy again. you tell him you'll never leave him and he'll never lose you? he's engulfing you in one of the tightest hugs ever

∆ you are his world and he is yours

[dolphingirl1234]

its time for more headcanons yippeeee

this is kwazii if you couldn't tell

I forgot to make his eye green but we can imagine

also I think his hair would be more red but I couldn't find the right colour

anyway no one cares so here are the headcanons:

early-mid 20's

trans ftm

he/him

he is possibly the gayest person to ever exist

he has heterochromia, the covered eye is brown and the other is green

bright red hair that's always messy

so many freckles

ADHD and dyslexia - he loves to complain about how things are spelled

wears whatever he finds of his floor

he is convinced he can handle spicy things but he really cant

he is definitely lactose intolerant but refuses to admit it and eats dairy anyway

has really bad gender dysphoria and tweak is king when it comes to helping him with it

he definitely purrs like a real cat but you can only hear it if you're really close to him

everyone in the crew knows his deadname but they're all very careful to never call him that

forgets everyone's birthdays every year

he lives by the 5 second rule and eats shit off the floor

^^^tweak once paid him to lick sugar that shellington spilt on the floor (he did it)

he definitely uses all the hot water and everyone hates him for it

he gets attached to things very easily and has a hard time getting rid of anything even if its just a pretty shell or something

^^^he keeps all his random stuff in the treasure chest next to his bed and adds to it constantly

he sometimes sneaks into barnacles' room to play with his model ships

he didn't come out for ages. when he first joined the crew he had no medical files bc of his backstory (I'm not gonna get into that right now, long story short he was an orphan) so peso had to make one and he asked for kwazii's legal name and gender at birth so he was kind of forced to come out, but he came out officially to peso later.

tweak was the first person he told officially and she was so chill about it and helped him make a binder because he was literally using tape before

barnacles seriously tried to be chill about it but kwazii could tell he had questions and he happily answered them

he was terrified to tell inkling because old people old mindset but when he did tell him, inkling was so supportive and kwazii cried

as well as arachnophobia he's also scared of needles but he doesn't tell anyone

barnacles is his dad and his best friend at the same time

peso is his little brother and his best friend at the same time

he has mild ptsd from something in his childhood. it doesn't affect him that much but dashi has more severe ptsd and she helps him through it

he LOVES hanging out with dashi and tweak and they love hanging out with him

he is always included in boys night but is also accepted into girls night because if he annoys tweak enough she gives him a tool and he can break stuff

one Christmas the crew had saved up their money all year and payed for his top surgery. tweak secretly got a job doing online stuff for her family friend and payed over half of the cost. kwazii cried and hugged her which she loved but hated at the same time

he's English but the accent mixed with the pirate voice makes it come out australian

he's not allowed catnip for obvious reasons

he hates when people gender clothes but he will not under any circumstances wear a dress

tominnow is also trans (mtf) and they're besties

he hates that creatures are scared of him because he's a pirate and has even considered giving up being a pirate because of it, but he realised its a part of his identity and he didn't want to change it

he loves making bracelets for the crew and everyone wears them sometimes, but barnacles wears multiple every day

dashi crochets and kwazii steal her yarn balls and she gets super pissed at him

he loves calico jack more than he lets on and he misses him constantly. every time he visits kwazii dreads when he leaves

he definitely plays 2048 cupcakes

tweak is his comfort person but he often goes to barnacles as well

maybe I should write a fanfic of kwazii coming out to everyone that would actually be fun

anyway that's all for now I will hopefully be back with some peso hcs tomorrow

[or0ch1maru]

Shyly asking: Zetsu nsfw headcanons 🌓

hiiiiiii, this^ this right here is wtf I’m talking aboutttttt, let’s get into it🫵🏻

Warnings: this is literally porn, 18+, double penetration, degrading, praising, quickies, zetsu with two dicks, orgasm denial, toys, hair pulling, the occasional slap, possessive kink, period sex, brat taming

Sorry if this is all over the place, my thoughts were bouncing around my head and felt like I couldn’t get them out fast enough lmfao

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-two cocks: starting off strong I know but come on

-one sits on top of the other(like how I believe Kisa’s set up) so when he’s feeling particularly mean, just know both holes are being tormented(who are we kidding, both holes are getting fucked every time)

-now, I mentioned in my last hc post, that he’ll split up into two separate beings and go about his business. Yea, some of his business is you

-white Zetsu(sweet baby)will distract you with literally anything, giving black Zetsu a chance to trap you

-black Zetsu is the meanie, degrading you, his words so filthy that you can’t help but become soaked. White Zetsu praises you. Calling you his princess as he holds you against his chest. Back pressed against him as he watches black Zetsu shove his fingers down your shorts

-“ohh, bein’ so good for us princess, just look at you.” He’ll coo into your ear, moving one hand up to your mouth, either covering it completely or shoving a finger or two in your mouth

-“quit with that shit, she’s nothing but a lil’ whore. I mean, look.” Black Zetsu retorts back, pulling his hand from your pants, holding up his fingers that are covered in your slick. You whining into white Zetsu’s hand from being denied your release

-they loveeeeee having you cum and cream on their cocks which is why, 90% of the time, they pull their fingers/tongue/toys away from you before you have the chance

-one of their favorite things is oral. They have oral fixations. White Zetsu loves and craves, has even cried because of his need to have you sit on his face. His hands gripping your thighs as he holds you against his head, black Zetsu taking this opportunity to shove his cock down your throat

-loves pulling his cock out to smack against your tongue and cheek before roughing cramming it back. Groaning at the sight of your glossed over eyes, tears forming in the corners

-they could go for hoursssssssss. If none of you have missions for a few days, just know you’ll be bent over any surface of your shared room, in the shower, folded like a pretzel. And you’ll lose your ability to walk

-now, double penetration wise, they’ll use their fingers and toys to stretch you out and prepare you before going any further. They may be cruel, but they know their princess’ limits. Wanting you to be fully comfortable and ready before they proceed

-safe word!! Is a must

-sometimes, if they don’t separate, they’ll have you in doggy, taking you from behind. Your cute pussy being stuffed to the max by both cocks

-when they do separate, black Zetsu takes your pussy, only because he knows you can handle his roughness better while sweet white zetsu, fills your ass. He goes at a slower pace, especially when you’re taking him for the first time and even when you’ve adjusted, he’ll speed up but never rough with you

-“you loved being stuffed huh princess?”, “fuckin’ hell, could live like this. You’re so warm.”, “gods you look so pretty baby, bein’ such a good girl.”

-“our girl is such a cock hungry slut huh?”, “you love being fucked by two cocks don’t you lovey?”, “take it baby, fuckin’ take it.”

-they don’t mind period sex at all. Aren’t afraid to eat you out either. They know orgasms help relieve cramps so just know you’ll be well taken care of

-they have a collection of dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs. One of their favorites being the vibrator that they can control

-watching you try to keep your composure while talking to Itachi, noting the slight blush to your cheeks

-when black Zetsu is feeling mean, whether it’s stress, need after being away on a mission, or you acting like a damn brat, he’ll pull you into the room, slip a cute little plug into you before letting you get back to business. He’s a patient man. Could wait alllllll day until your holes were prepped

-they both love leaving hickeys. Purple and red marks littering your thighs, chest, collar bones and neck. Not caring who sees them, they want people to know your his

-when you’re giving black Zetsu head, he loves having you on your knees in front of him, his hand pulling your hair roughly as he yanks you around, guiding your mouth to where he needs it

-when you act like a brat, he won’t hesitate to make contact to your cheek, nothing that’ll ever leave a mark or hurt you. More like a tap tbh. Just something he knows will make you pay attention

-prefers to just pull his cock out, and have that hit you in the cheek

-if he’s feeling particularly needy, he’ll pull you away from whatever you’re doing, just to shove you up against the wall, face mushed against the stone as he fucks into you

-could be in an empty hallway of the compound, a bathroom, he’ll he’s even done it in the library the akatsuki has built in

-also, I totally believe he’s into sharing you. Not with just anybody. The only other person I think he’d let see you like this is Tobi. Just imagine that omggggggg

(Phew, had to stop myself there because good lord)

I don’t mind doing a full prompt on any of this or doing more nsfw headcanons, just send me whatever 💋

[cookinguptales]

you know, when I was like... maybe 7ish we had a pizza party at school. they had 2-liters of coke for us, but I remember crying because I wanted diet coke. and all the teachers were like ??? because it's not typical, I'll admit, for kids to want diet drinks. and I was asked, y'know, am I diabetic? do I have blood sugar problems?

no and no.

my dad has trouble digesting sugary drinks. I was never banned from them, I just didn't have the opportunity to drink them often. we only had diet drinks and juice in my house. (and even juice wasn't my favorite.)

so I didn't like coke. it tasted far too sweet to me. it was unpleasant. I wanted a diet coke. and I cried because everyone else had a special-occasion drink they liked but I had to drink coke, which was so unpleasant, until a teacher took pity on me (or got irritated) and got me a can of diet coke from the break room.

and, y'know... for years, I felt embarrassed about throwing a fit about that damn drink. oh, I should have just shut up and drank the coke, or maybe just gone without a drink. it's so embarrassing the way I cried over everything as a child. (and I do mean everything.)

but I understand these days that I was dealing with a fairly traumatic home life (that I constantly tried to tell the adults in my life about, but who told me I was overreacting) as well as being neurodivergent. I understand things like sensory issues and RSD now. I get why everything always felt so overwhelming at that age, why everything felt like it was the end of the world and why I felt like everyone would hate me for every perceived infraction.

what I understand better, though, is that I also cannot digest sugary drinks. it turned out to be something I inherited from my dad. my father and I aren't diabetic or anything; we've been tested many times. we just... don't handle sugar well. and I hadn't been exposed to a lot of sugar back then, but I knew when I had really sugary things, especially in liquid form, I didn't like it. I didn't like the way it tasted and I didn't like the way it made me feel.

we didn't know that I had an actual medical issue back then, or that I probably should have always had low-sugar snacks on hand. that they should have had a diet coke for me from the beginning.

but we knew that I didn't want to drink that soda.

idk, I just... as a kid, I always felt so ashamed of this episode. like I was being purposefully manipulative to get what I wanted. but as an adult, I have a lot more patience and understanding. I hate that we don't just listen to kids. they don't always have the experience to tell us why something is bothering them, but they know that something is bothering them.

I'm thinking now about how long it took me to get diagnosed with my multiple chronic illnesses, and how part of what took so long was the fact that many doctors didn't take me seriously. several of them told my parents they should be taking me to a therapist, not a medical doctor. they thought I was just a kid acting out.

idk. idk. this isn't like... a full meta post or a well-thought-out post about disability or anything, but just... I'm thinking about how from birth, we're taught to ignore what our body is telling us. (especially if we're AFAB.) I'm thinking about how raising a fuss while trying to take care of that body is something that'll get you shamed.

I'm thinking about how sick I got every time I drank juice at breakfast, and how none of that was necessary.

going to school with my spine partially dislocated wasn't necessary. fainting between classes wasn't necessary. hell, going to school with bruises and bites and scratch marks all over my body wasn't necessary.

idk. I don't want kids. for a lot of reasons, really. but sometimes I want to take care of them just so I can listen to them as they learn what their body is telling them and spare them any unnecessary harm I can. :(

[da-rulah]

i’m so happy you’re requests are backkk!! and that you’re back safe from your trip!

could i have some copia hc about him having an s/o or crush who LOVES writing, like they have whole shelves of notebooks and everything. would he try to read their stuff? stuff like that!

thank you i hope you’re doing well!

Thank you, lovely! They are for the time being - I'm going to be writing another fic soon so that'll take priority over any new requests but I'm still happy to take them ofc!

And I am doing well, thank you! My trip was good, but exhausting... 5 days of conferences and 10 working days in a row is not my idea of fun, but I've got a couple of extra days off now to compensate. So of course, I'm writing...

Anyway - onwards with the HC! This will be extremely self-indulgent seeing as you literally are describing me lmao

When you'd first met the cardinal, it had been in the library. You'd stumbled upon his little back office where he restored old books and ancient texts day to day.

You'd only been looking for some reference material, still new to the ministry and unfamiliar with the library's layout. But he was happy for the company, effectively guiding you to the section of the library you needed while conversing about what you were writing.

He offered you the spare desk in his little office, to use when you needed a quiet space free of the expectation to be social in another's company while you could focus on your writing.

You would use it often, and you got to know Copia quite well over time.

The longer you shared an office, the bigger your collection of notebooks with ideas, mind-maps, character profiles and plot plans gathered on the shelves behind your desk. Rows upon rows of notebooks...

He would nag you to let him read something of yours some time, but you'd wave him off with an "it's not ready yet..." But he'd never stop asking. One day you'd let him...

"Please, just a chapter? Will you let me, just once cara mio?"

And you did. Eventually, you let him read the book you had typed on your typewriter over the span of the last six months. He laughed. He cried. He fell in love. With the book, but also... with you.

The way you wrote, it was like the words sang to him. Your mind was truly as beautiful as your physical self. How could he not fall for you?

But he kept this to himself, for fear of frightening you out of this tiny little office and risk not seeing you every day.

Eventually, your birthday came around, and Copia had prepared something so special for you...

Whilst you had slept, he had snuck back into the office and worked all night.

Using his talent for book restoration, he had bound the hundreds of loose pages of your novel into a stunning original hardback book, crafted himself.

The cover was so ornate, so beautifully designed with references to the story itself in the red embossed artwork.

When you had opened it, he was terrified. What if you hadn't wanted it to be bound? What if you weren't totally done with it?

But, oh, how you wept.

It was the most beautiful, most thoughtful gift anyone had every given to you. He had handled your work with the care and affection that you had poured into it whilst writing it.

The same care and affection, it would seem, he had for you.

That night, after celebrating your birthday with him at a dinner he had prepared himself, you had confessed to him that the love interest of your novel had taken on the traits you had seen in him.

"What... what do you mean?" He had been so confused at first.

"I guess... what I'm trying to say, is that... He became you. And I think I fell for him..."

He had kissed you when you confessed, relieved to have his feelings reciprocated.

Years on, even in his now papacy, the two of you shared that office when he had some free time.

And somehow, he still always managed to find the time to bind the first drafts of your manuscripts together for you, to then ship to your publisher as a fully fledged published author now.

With the same care and affection as that first binding, you now had a collection of manuscripts you kept for your own personal memento collection.

Just as he would bind your books so beautifully together, you were now bound to each other. Forever.

[quillpokebiology]

Some facts and care tips for flareon please! Also, Is cuddling a flareon really as good as everyone says it is?

"Is cuddling a Flareon really as good as everyone says?" Yes. Yes, it is. A lot if people worry that they'll get burned, but they're very good at controlling the heat in their flame pouch and can make it just a bit warm. They're really soft and fluffy and were literally bred so you could snuggle up against them when you're cold. 10/10 experience, totally recommend.

Flareon Facts

-The scientific name for Flareon is "Flama Vulpes Altera" which translates to "Other flame fox"

-Wild Flareon are omnivores, eating berries and small grass types. They don't like any of their food raw and will heat up their meat & berries with their fire

-While Eevee evolve into Flareon via firestone, some trainers report that they managed to get their eevee evolve into Flareon by training near volcanoes. My theory is that since firestones evolved from igneous rocks and gained the element of fire, the rocks around them still have a small amount of fire energy, ND the igneous rocks all around volcanoes create enough of that fire energy to cause evolution

-Flareon cries are very high pitched, and has surprised a lot of trainers when first hearing it

-Along with Jolteon, Flareon is one of the only Eeveelutions that is unable to purr. Instead, they'll make small squeaking sounds

-It’s common for Flareon who just evolved to pant a lot and want to stay near cool areas, since it can take awhile for them to get used to the added heat in their bodies. They’ll get used to it in a about a week, and learn to control their temperature better

-Flareon are the most vocal Eeveelutions. They’ll laugh or howl when happy, make squeaking noises to communicate, and whine for attention

-Flareon will puff up their fluff when trying to intimidate an opponent

-Flareon are surprisingly Phsyically strong and have a lot of muscle. Too bad they don't learn many physical moves

-Clothing made from the fur of Flareon was very popular in colder regions. But as the Eevee line was becoming rarer and rarer, it became illegal to hunt them

-Like the Delphox line, Flareon have really long ears as it allows them to cool down easier

-Flareon paw pads are really thick to keep then from hurting their paws when on the hot volcanic ground

-Because of their fluff, Flareon are once of the non-ice type Eeveelutions that can handle the cold quite well

-Not really a 'fact' but a thing I noticed about Flareons eyes is that the blue parts under their pupils look like the bottom of flames

-While the Eevee line is related to a lot (and I mean a lot) of Pokemon, Flareons DNA matches the most with the Delphox and Ninetales line

-Flareon mothers will warm their eggs by putting them near their chest fur, or putting their tail over them

-The pompadour hairstyle became more popular in 1940s Kanto because a fire type gym leader wore his hair in a pompadour to match his Flareon

Care Tips

Like stated before, newly evolved Flareon tend to pant a lot and overheat when first evolving. To help your buddy feel better, you could try turning on the air conditioning. You could also take them to a safe place for them to practice their new fire powers, as that can also help cool them down.

Flareon don't like to eat their food raw and heat them up themselves. This can be dangerous if they're inside, so make sure you cook the food before you give it to them. I suggest getting Poke-kibble made for fire types, as that's the one that allows you to cook it.

Flareona shed a LOT. Make sure you have a vacuum with you, because you will find fur everywhere. Their fur also gets tangled and matted really easily, so it's best to brush them at least once every day.

While they don't like water, they won't be harmed by it, and it is safe to bathe them. The process will be easier if it is hot water, as wild Flareon are known to bathe in hot springs.

Here's another post on them!

[whomstress]

What it Takes to Feel Real (Part 3)

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Finally, what you've all been waiting for!

Sorry it took so long, been sick and work has been weird. Also gonna be honest not have as much muse to write as I did when I first got into this ship. So other fics will be slower but still got a lot I want to write with these two so you'll get more!

Buckle up y'all most sweetest and angst one yet but also happy ending,

Parenthood was as regular as it could be in the digital world. Caine said Marionette didn’t technically need to eat or sleep, but she was a “fully functioning baby," whatever that meant, so she regularly cried for both.

Of course, even with every supply handed to them when they needed it, having a baby they were unprepared for was overwhelming. Caine had made them a large room with both a main bedroom and a very cartoon-designed baby room, but even then, it felt like there was very little space to breathe at times. Ragatha, as always, tried to handle things with a bright smile, letting as much as she could roll over her shoulders. Which worked for the most part, but Marionette was what Ragatha would call a “grumpy baby” and Jax would call a “hell spawn” when she was upset.

Their baby was lovely and could be the sweetest little angel there was, but taking care of her at times could also be a new kind of torment. She had the temper of a bull and wouldn’t eat or sleep if she was upset for any reason. In fact, the first time she laughed was after she bit Jax, who held a finger in her face. Ragatha expected Jax to get even more upset, but something changed in that moment.

It had been a long day. Longer than most. Ragatha and Jax were exhausted. Marionette was beyond fussy today, and it seemed nothing they did pacified her. But then she laughed. Not a little smile or cute squeak, a genuine laugh. Little giggles erupted from her so much, causing her whole body, no bigger than a foot, and a half to shake completely in joy. A yellow smile stretched from ear to ear.

They both stopped in silence, and Ragatha was the first to break happy tears leaking from her eyes watching her baby so happy. She wiped a tear seeing and quickly came over, giving her daughter a kiss, and looked back at Jax to see him still shocked until a quick glance at Ragatha and then a back to his daughter, still cracking up like it’s the funniest thing to ever happen in her life. And to be fair, she is only 9 months old, so that's very possible.

A smile broke out on his face, matching the size of hers, and he lifted her high in the air, making her laugh and starting a new giggle fit. "Oh, you think that’s funny, you little Gremlin? I knew we shouldn't have fed you after midnight!” He brought her back down to his face, nuzzling their non-existent noses together as she gently cupped his face with her tiny hand. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up, she chuckles. You’re just lucky you're my literal baby, or I’d get you back for that already.”

He looked back at Ragatha, who was laughing now too, and he smirked, pulling his baby back down to his chest and finally starting to settle a little. “Oh yeah? Bet you both think my pain is the funniest thing in the world, don’t you?”

She wiped a tear from her face and shrugged. “Weelll it is funny; this is the first thing that made her laugh, you gotta admit.”

“Uh-huh. Well, I can’t get her back. But, y'know, that doesn’t extend to you, right?”

Ragatha's face dropped at the almost dangerous smirk that came across his face. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

Ragatha then turned around and ran for the door, but before she could get a few steps away, a long arm grabbed her by her waist, pulling her off the ground against his side, and she yelled, trying to wiggle out of his grasp as it headed for the shared bedroom.

A yell could be heard down the hall: "Jax, wait! Jax, Jax, JAX!!!” Along with the loud laughter of a small baby.

Everything changed after that. Jax, though a very hands-on father considering his situation, always held their daughter emotionally at arm's length. Even if it wasn’t obvious to anyone else, Ragatha could see it from a mile away. He’d always been very protective of her glaring daggers at Kinger or Gangle if they even reached a hand under his baby, and when he held her, it was close to his chest. But there was always something off there. Something nearly invisible. The way he’d had her off to Ragatha as soon as she was done with her nap. He'd never allow himself to smile more than a moment when she reached out to him or snuggled in his arms. The way his eyes would dart as if he were trying to escape at any sign of her not being human.

All of these reactions would pass by in a second, snapping his mask back on as quickly as it fell when he realized he had allowed himself to slip. It was almost like he was correcting himself for a bad habit.

But after her laugh, the change was abundant, as anyone with eyes could see. He still called her nicknames like “chewbacca” and "gremlin,” but now there were sweeter ones in the mix, like “little wisecracker” or occasionally “bunnydoll.” Ragatha once heard him, in what he thought he was in private, say, “Excussse me, princess!” When she was being fussy and the way her heart warmed and lit up, it was basically a second

The one semi-downside to this was that Marionette became Daddy's little girl with a snap of the hand. Jax would take her on his hijinx and pranks, and even though she was only months new to this world, Ragatha swore she understood more than she should from the way she laughed and hung on to every word Jax said. It was adorable to see a mini-him he was so proud of, but she had also regularly started pulling hair and giving the sweetest baby face before causing some sort of trouble and then laughing like there was no tomorrow. The first time she tricked Gangle to come closer into a hug only to knock off her comedy mask, Jax grabbed her out of Ragatha’s arms, raising her high into the air and congratulating her on doing the prank “just like they planned.” It was cute, of course, but Ragatha would be lying if she said the upcoming prankster/menace like Jax added to the tent was definitely going to cause a lot of headaches.

Despite the fact that everything was going great, Ragatha and Jax were happy, and it felt like nothing could go wrong. But there is a curse in saying those words. As if just the thought of them was not an acknowledgement of the good times but a warning that things were about to change for the worse.

As a fully functioning baby, it would be unnatural for Marionette not to get a cold. Or so Caine explained. Ragatha understood Caine was just trying to make everything more accurate, and the AI never intentionally meant anything harmful. Some of the things he did were just that.

A sick baby like Marionette, though Ragatha hated to say it, was hell on earth. Almost every time she was up, she was screaming until she fell asleep again. And boy did she scream loudly. One way to occasionally get her quiet was to feed her, but she had no appetite, so that didn’t work either. She didn’t need to eat like the rest of them, but she sure liked to. She ate just as regularly as a human baby would, so after days of not even accepting a single drop of milk, it started to feel very odd, despite neither of her parents talking about the elephant in the room.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end of it. As time went on, strange things started happening to her that they couldn’t quite ignore anymore. She was on some sort of fixed schedule. It was literal clockwork. Starting at 12 a.m., she’d wake up every two hours to cry and stop, seeming drowsy for 30 minutes. 10 minutes after that bathroom time, cry another 20 times, go back to sleep for another perfectly timed 3 hours, wake up, and start the routine again. It was unnerving to say the least, but with how hectic everything was, it at least gave them time to plan, and being so busy gave them little time to dwell.

That was until one day the worst of her cold hit. Ragatha and Jax were trying to calm her down, hearts breaking at their distressed princess. They were about to go to Caine to finally stop all this, unable to handle it anymore. When something in Marionette shifted. She started heating up to inhuman temperatures, like hot metal, and could only be held by a thick blanket. Her cries started to make strange, high- and low-pitched noises, and Ragatha could swear steam started to roll off her. Jax ran out of the room to find Caine as Ragatha tried to keep herself together while being the most scared she’s ever been in her life, praying this would be solved soon. Then it happened: she reached her peak, and she went completely still with her eyes open for a moment before, within her eyes, two blue-like screens played an ERROR message and a small dial tone coming from her. Ragatha could only stand there in horror without a single thought as her baby lay still in her arms, slowly cooling down.

Caine and Jax popped into the room, and Ragatha could only look up at Jax’s shocked face, finally feeling hot tears run down her eyes, not paying attention to Caine making some ludicrous joke at a time like this, and with a snap of his fingers, their baby was back to normal, sleeping peacefully in her arms, snuggling back to Ragatha. “Oopsie Daisy! I guess that bug was a little too strong for the little one! Well, I rebooted her, so just give it. Hmmmmmm, 2 hours and 72 minutes? She’ll be right as newly rendered low poly rain! HAHAHAHAHA!”

Caine popped away, and the two were left alone in the room, silent, left in ruins. Ragatha looked relief and dread at her daughter sleeping soundly in her arms, her lips starting to wobble, and tears streaming down more violently.

She looked up to Jax in a moment of desperation, seeing his bloodshot eyes looking like he was focused on what was right in front of him and something far beyond here.

“Jax,” she whispered. And then louder when he didn’t respond. His eyes shot at her, and it made her go quiet.

His face contorted into something hideous before snapping back to an unreadable expression. The mask was shifting back on, separating him from this moment. “She’s going to finish rebooting at 3 exactly. Put her in the crib, and I’ll get the diapers and food ready if she even needs them anymore. I *#(@^&* told you Rags. She’s not real.”

Ragatha's breath hitches, ready to fight even in this state, but before she can even open her mouth, he turns, kicking the door open and nearly knocking it off its hinges. Leaving Ragatha to suffer alone.

There was a long thought of following him, scared more than anything that if she didn't, he really wouldn’t come back. But Marionette liked to wiggle like a little worm when she slept, leaving them to wrap her in a swaddle so as not to turn over. So, the moment Ragatha felt her start moving enough to potentially fall, her instincts kicked in, pulling her daughter closer to her and remembering the need to keep her safe above anything else at any moment. Even in a situation as harsh as this one. 

It was only about 20 minutes before Jax came back, and Ragatha needed comfort at this miserable time. Old habits die hard, and she put him first, allowing Jax to take as much time as he needed alone. When he came back with the supplies, she resisted the urge to jump into his arms and take the comfort only he had been able to truly give her.

“...Did you get everything?” Ragatha still couldn’t help herself from needing at least a bit of his attention the second he walked in. She should be filled with relief. He’s back, but he’s so silent, still with a dazed look, that even when he stares right into her eyes, it’s like he doesn't see her. “Jax?”

She calls again to get him to focus, and he nods after a long pause, and something in her breaks as she runs to him, forcing her way into his arms. Holding so tight to his overalls, she shoved herself into his purple fur. She doesn’t even care if he doesn’t hug back; only death could pull her away from him right now. Ragatha doesn’t think she’s ever cried this hard in her life, even before she was here, with what little she can remember.

In this moment, she doesn’t know exactly what she’s asking from him because she needs so much, but when she begs for him with his name, shaky hands finally wrap around her, pulling her in as close as she can to him.

They're both each other's rock right now. The only thing holding them to the ground so they do not sink into insanity is “I’m sorry.” She cries, and he stops.

“Don’t.. Please.” Something wet falls against the cheek; she’s pushed against his; that’s not hers. She forces herself to be quiet as much as she can, except for the occasional hiccup, to pull back and focus on him. She’d been crying so long, and he held her. If he finally said something, it meant he wanted to talk. And God help her, she’d listen.

“Don’t apologize for me. Don’t excuse me because I’m the most *@)#$% on here and can’t go a day without convincing myself. I’ve already lost it, so I really don’t.” He slapped his hand against his face, trying to stop his tears. “Don’t apologize because I’m too weak to love her." He spat like he was sick of himself.

“You do love her, right?" Ragatha had to interrupt despite promising herself to be quiet until he was done. She wouldn’t let him get away with that nonsense. He clenched his teeth hard enough to look like they’d break. “You spend every day with that little girl, trying to make her laugh and be as happy as she can be in here. You’re a good father, Jax.” He scoffs, and she repeats herself. “I know you love her.”

“Of course I love her! That’s the !@#$%$# problem, Ragtha!"

How could that ever be a problem? Her breath hitches, and she’s about to break, but he does first. His voice is so desperate that it wobbles, and he can’t hold back anymore. “You don’t get it, Ragatha! Believing all this is real is what keeps you sane. Don’t you get it? If this is real, what happens to her when we wake up? What happens if we don’t? She can’t come with us!”

That makes her freeze. She’d avoided that thought as much as she could, but he kept going. Looking straight through her eyes to her soul, she opened a forbidden door she never allowed herself through. “Our bodies, wherever they are, aren’t going to live forever, but she will. She’s going to be stuck here without us, with no way out! I don’t even know if I’ll be able to find you, Ragatha. What if I don’t remember any of this? What if I don’t remember you? What if I forget about her?” His voice is hoarse when he says, “Please, understand. This can’t be real, because if it is, in here or out there, I couldn’t take it.”

She wants to explode again, but he’s the one who needs comfort right now. And really, comforting someone else has always allowed her own comfort to bloom. Showing such kindness and understanding to someone in the same situation allowed her to also show that same sympathy for herself. She’s so gentle that when she grabs his face, it makes him flinch.

Tender hands pull him to her, and she starts laying the slowest, sweetest kisses along his face, acoss his jaw, peppered where his tears leak. So soft but deep, like she's trying to get him to feel every bit of her love she puts into them. across Every time he tries to deny her or says another insult to himself, she hushes him and gives him words of compassion and endearment with another kiss.

A hiccup and a tear. Kiss. "Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay."

He swallows and says, "I’m horrible.”

Kiss. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m sorry," he whispers.

Kiss. “I love you.”

Hugging him like she’d never let go, she presses her cheek against his, melting into each other's embrace. “I love you. You love us. You love Marionette, and she loves you, and nothing in this world or any other can teach you that love lesson. Even if it’s slightly, she definitely likes you better.” She adds, pulling back with a little pout.

This makes Jax burst out in laughter. “What can I say? Little monster, has good taste!” Which makes Ragatha eyeroll before quickly joining him.

They laugh, and he pokes fun at Ragatha, finally admitting being jealous, though she has denied it so many times.

“Yeah, yeah, so funny! I hope you're real pleased with yourself for stealing the girl I literally brought to life.” She huffed but wasn't really mad.

Jax leans back with a smirk made by the devil. “Never been prouder, Doll!”

“You-” Ragatha points at him when their baby goes off like an airhorn, making them jump. They look at the clock, and it’s exactly 3 o'clock, and they stare at each other for a moment, not quite sure if they're ready to face this yet, when she lets out another wail, and Jax piches the bridge between his eyes, stepping away to stretch his back with a sigh. “I swear that girl is half banshee.”

A giggle escapes her despite not appreciating the comparison, and she gets the supplies he brang earlier out while he walks to Marionettes room to calm her on behalf of the whole tent.

When she comes in, she sees him holding her like always, as if everything that happened today didn't almost straight-up extract them both. He lifts her up quickly and brings her back down until she starts giggling, and the smile on his face when she does almost cures every bit of hurt she felt today.

Jax brings her face to his and kisses her nose, causing another giggle. "Ooh, that’s my bunnydoll! Only Daddy can make you laugh like this, huh? No wonder Daddy’s your favorite.” He side-eyes Ragatha with his yellow teeth stretching as far across his face as they can. She’s about to give him an earful, but in a second it gets silent enough to hear a pin drop when a voice that comes from neither of them says, “Da.”

“Did you hear that? Did she just-” Jax said his last look completely wiped off his face, looking at Ragatha for confirmation. Ragatha feels a smile stretch across her face; she thinks rival Jax’s a moment ago and nods eagerly.

“Da!” Marionette says it again louder, calling for her dad’s attention. “Holy #*(@”

“Jax!” Ragatha snaps back for a moment before he runs over to her, making their baby squeal. Picking her up in a hug, with them twirling them around laughing. And her memory goes back to the time she wished this was his reaction when he first found out she was pregnant. Ragatha already knew he loved them, but this felt like a miracle.

It didn't matter anymore what he needed to think to keep himself here. As long as he was here, as long as they could keep having these moments, everything was fine; everything was perfect. Tears leak from her eyes again, but in pure bliss, Jax spots her and puts her down with a roll of the eyes. "Jeez, Dollface, haven’t you had enough crying for the year today? Come on, it’s time to celebrate! I really did convince my first baby to love me more than her own mother! Gotta tell everyone!”

Ragatha's heart stops when he says “first baby.” Does that mean he wants another? Her heart swells, then she sees him walk towards the door, calling for Pomni, her best friend, of course, with all the smugness in the world. “Hey Pomni! Guess who the better parent is!”

“JAX!”

[kierreras]

do you have any favourite jiara fics? I'm starving for some jiara content

i sure do! week later i'm answering this question, cause it was so hard to gather all of my favourite works in one place! i'm pretty sure that i forgot some of them, so sorry. i’m so in awe cause this fandom has so many talented writers and there are so many works that i adore. all the writers mentioned here have so many great works, but i’m choosing one for each. if anything, you can go to author’s profile and check other works. i promise you will love them! including some finished works only, in case you want to read a completed stories. so, here are my favourites: - other people by jiaras okay, if you love normal people by sally rooney you have to read this one! it was one of the first works that i read and it’s simply one of the greatest for me. the way jj and kie act here, their love for each other is so magnificent. so please read it if you haven’t. - around the world by RaeOfFrickingSunshine i think this fic is canon in every jiara shipper heart. so well written, has so many details. I cried when i read some parts. just read it, it’s so good. also, it has a sequel that you have to read as well. - the pogue lyfe t-shirt company by YellowLaboratory another canon fic for me. sorry, but the way kie’s kook year is handled here is amazing. i consider this work as canon because it has so many things that were thrown as small details in the show. and it’s a prequel that we all deserved. also, there is a kind-of sequel for this work which is currently in progress, so check it out too. - the violence of the dog days by somewhere2start well, this one broke my heart into pieces. i’m so in awe how anxiety attacks were handled there - it’s amazingly accurate. also, the characters and how they act make you feel so many emotions. they are so vulnerable, so fragile. loved every word of it!- call my bluff, call you babe by smileymikey it’s fun and refreshing. i love these versions of pogues with all my heart! also, feels like you’re watching a romcom, so you should definitely read it.  - all my friends are bad kids by noos listen, i love kitty hawk rescue scene, i really do. but this fic about jj rescuing kie from blue ridge captured my heart after the first read. i loved it and would recommend it if you’re up reading alternative version of season three events.  - façades & fabricated feelings by ghostiewriter101 well, british!jj, football, college, banter. it has everything a girl can ask for! i loved every second of it, one of my favourite in the genre, so definitely recommend checking it out if you like au. - couch crashin’ by alphinia so this has to be read if you love romcom storylines. the way it’s written is amazing and the whole vibe really is great, so if you’re up for some comedic meet ugly tropes, you have to check this one! - let him know that you know best (cause after all, you do know best) by cowboylikebrii so, i cried. I’m saying it a lot now, but believe me this one absolutely makes you feel so many emotions. you can see characters struggling and trying to figure out what to do, how to feel. and the way it was written is just crazy beautiful. if you watched ‘life as we know it’, you know how this one is going to make you feel. - darkest before dawn by bobs read it a week before season three came out and instantly fell in love with this one. kiara’s struggles here are so well-written. i was literally spiralling with her during this fic because of how amazing her feels were delivered by author. - break up with your girlfriend cause i’m bored by RoseofWinterfell it’s funny and cute, makes you laugh and makes you root for the characters from the very beginning. also, some cambank here, so if you are a fan like me you have to check it!

- rip current by abigaylefayth it made me cry with ugly tears, really. it’s such a good beautiful thing, so if you love some good angst, please check it out.

- ‘cause it’s you by PAKficition amazing work that makes you feel things. just how crazy accurate characters behave, how they handle tension and feelings - like wow. i’ve read it and re-read it multiple times, definitely recommend.

yeah, i'm sure i forgot to include some works, but hope that these are enough for some time. hope that some of them are new for you and you will fall in love with them the same way i did!