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a-yarn-of-purple-prose · 16 days

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rare pair game: Diluc/Navia or Wanderer/Furina

Both are extremely cute, though I'll have to go with Diluc/Navia because I was 100% run over by a stray fic just from thinking about it.

There are over 1k words of silliness under the cut.

Diluc and Navia met at work. Well at least he was working, trying to secure the distribution rights to Fonta in Mondstadt territory, and perhaps find a foothold in the elusive Fontaine wine market through those fascinating Fonta vending machines. So far, he had only managed to negotiate half of the deal, well three quarters if you counted convincing Mr. Heinry to give Dawn Winery Special Edition grape-flavored Fonta a shot.

“As much as I'd like our contract to be mutually beneficial, Master Diluc, I must inform you our lawyers are still working out some potential complications on the distribution method we discussed.”

“Potential complications?”

And then the she barreled into their meeting. Miss Navia Caspar, the Demoiselle of the Spina di Rosula, tall and gracious and oh so golden in her fine dress and ribboned hair. It almost made him overlook the fact that she was accompanied by two armed men with the heft of bruisers, or that the umbrella in her hands smelled of gunpowder.

“Dawn Winery has no place in Fontaine,” she said, her voice level, her eyes on Diluc, locking him in place. “Our wineries are family-owned and Spina di Rosula won't have them out of business because the big shots at the Institute decided to make a backroom deal with some foreign mogul!”

“Miss Caspar--” Mr. Heinry started, his tone clearly exasperated.

Diluc stopped him with a gesture, said, “No, let her speak.” Then, turning to her, he smiled and said, “Mr. Heinry was just telling me there were obstacles to our strategy. Care to join us and discuss this in more depth?”

A look at the table and the seat he had offered her, then she turned her face from it. “I'm not here to negotiate, just to inform.”

She refused to sit, thus politeness meant Diluc had to stand. “I understand you care deeply about this matter, but neither Dawn Winery nor myself have any interest in taking anyone out of business, this is not what this strategy is about.”

For some reason she took those words as a challenge, closing the space between them, umbrella clutched in both hands, her men spreading around the room like wings.

“Oh, so you mean to say Master Diluc Ragnvindr isn't aware that his fast-moving, things-breaking ways of doing business aren't exactly following the letter of the law in Fontaine?”

If he was to bottle the energy in those bright blue eyes, Diluc could possibly rule the world. But admiring her meant he hadn't answered, which probably made him look guilty. And, when Mr. Heinry spoke he just made it all worse.

“Nonsense, we have consulted with our lawyers and they said there were no laws against the introduction of foreign products regardless of method or breadth of distribution,” he said. “If you disagree, you should raise a formal challenge with the courts and see if they give you reason. Which won't happen unless there's chance of societal disruption. And, truly, how can wine sales disrupt society?”

That was something Diluc was very ready to answer, but he had no need. He saw how Miss Caspar smiled before she turned the full strength of that gaze upon Mr. Heinry.

“Well then it's good that our people have already organized to mail Maison Gestion and Maison Cardinalice requesting a review of the practices regarding the vending machines. We even organized a little protest to make sure they pay attention.”

“Protest?” he scoffed, gesturing at the open window, “I see no protest!”

At this, Diluc noticed the voices outside had grown in volume. They also had a rhythm, like they were chanting something.

She giggled, waving his comment away with a flick of the wrist. “Small thing, you know, placards and chants. No fires or anything like that. It would look bad on the cover of the Steambird.”

Diluc wasn't really thinking when he looked out the window to check, so the flashes that almost blinded him took him by foolish surprise. He flinched back, blinking away the afterimages, and bumped into the Demoiselle, soft and silky and scented like a rose by the sea. The sort of perfume you could track through a forest, he thought.

She didn't move away. In fact, she pushed closer, whispering next to his ear, “And would you look at that, I think that over there is Charlotte. Won't you smile to the camera, Master Diluc? You do smile very pretty.”

It was to his utter disgrace that he lost all capacity to speak. Frozen and tongue-tied, it was perhaps easier to notice the movement of the suspicious person that threw the bottle. Danger was easier to understand than whatever Navia got out of him, after all.

“Look out!” he said, before turning to push her out of the way of the incoming projectile. The bottle exploded into a small fire in the place he had been standing. He watched one of the men that had come in with Miss Caspar jump in to put it out, while the other crossed the room to pull her out of Diluc's arms. Thankfully, she was about as embarrassed about it as he was.

“Oh,” she said, “I guess not everyone got that memo about no fires.”

Then she looked from him to Mr. Heinry-- who had thrown himself under a table and was whimpering softly-- before stepping back to the room's entrance. At this, her men filed around her, one keeping her company while the other checked the corridor. Like they expected something. Had been, the whole time.

Considering what he had just witnessed, it made sense, but he couldn't help being curious. Was this common in her life? What sort of life did she live to react to a firebomb with a simple 'oh'? Could he just ask? Perhaps over dinner?

But before he organized his thoughts enough to consider acting, she was gone out the door, head held high and not one lock of golden hair out of place. Absolutely stunning.

When she saw who had sent the letter, Navia frowned. What would Diluc Ragvindr want with her after all that in the morning? Is he suing for damages? But if it was that, the letter would have come from his lawyers, right? Right?

Overcome by curiosity, she just ripped the letter open, being greeted by a fresh, early summer type of smell. Navia was still wondering where she, too, could buy deep red ink that smelled of berries when she got to the meat of the letter. Then she had to put it down, cover her face with her hands, and give the tiniest of the screams so no one would show up with a gun.

What does he mean by asking permission to court her? Is he a vampire or something?

“Just ask me on a date you pretty idiot!” she muttered.

And that stopped her cold. Was she into him? Him? Oh, this called for some emergency girl time. Clorinde better be free for lunch.

#fanfic #diluc #navia #diluc/navia #dilavia #is this a thing?#rarepair asks #I love writing Diluc in general so thank you ^^

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extremelyputridfishbreath · 11 months

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CLUB PENGUIN OC SHOWDOWN (Side B, Round 1 Match 13)

TOASTEY - GRRR BARK BARK BARK

"Kicked off the rainbow puffle adoption cloud for mauling 3 different puffle hotel staff, he was found as a stray and adopted by a retired EPF agent. He doesn't actually have rabies he's just fucking weird. His current owner adores him and thinks him foaming at the mouth is just a quirky rainbow puffle trick they do when they see food (it's not)." spook-e-smudge's testimonial

WHY VOTERS SHOULD VOTE FOR TOASTEY:

"If you don't he might bite you"

ADDITIONAL INFO:

"I love him very much and I think you should all love him too"

ROBIN - CAREFUL AND CONSIDERATE

"Personality: Robin is a penguin who is considered quiet and contemplative. They're always willing to offer a flipper to those who need it. Often times they would rather help others than help themself out.

While they can seem nervous, they have grown a lot since coming to the island - even if there are setbacks along the way.

Background:

Born not on the island - but arrived when they were just a little chick. Their father and older sibling were actually part of the team that helped get Club Penguin into a site ready for penguins to come live in loads as well as the very beginning construction plans of everything alongside Aunt Arctic.

Things… occurred, and soon Aunt Arctic was the sole one left on their project with their sibling gone and their father taking them to another island to live after. A very stern penguin overall - having disagreed with the direction that the island went on - he was very harsh on Robin.

When they were a teenager, they came back to the official opening! It was… very overwhelming for Robin to be surrounded by so many penguins after being home-schooled for so long, but soon enough, they found a footing. They finished school, got themself a job as a photographer for the yearbook (choosing not to help with the newspaper for the sake of bad memories left in the past) - and somehow found themself wrapped up in being an agent.

(MORE SHALL BE UNLOCKED IF WE BYPASS STAGE 1… and I'm too tired to type more right now-)." dream-unity's testimonial

WHY VOTERS SHOULD VOTE FOR ROBIN:

Bullets points!

Robin is very polite. Look at them. They ask you very politely

They like… deserve a lot. like a heck of a lot after what I put them in both their main verse and their AU versions

OH! They're the character I used in in the Moose and Polo 'official' DND. You can read some of the shenanigans we got up to in the #story-so-far channel at the bottom! We just finished up the campaign a few weeks back now actually

IF Robin gets past the first round I'll up a QNA on them! OOC.

IF Robin gets past the second round I'll try and do more Operation: Back In Time work - at least work with the others to get character posts finished lol -shakes kitty treats at everyone-

If Robin

If Robin gets the fourth round I'll actually start ramping up production on the game as even just working on uploading all their images to Toyhou.se made me buzz with excitement. If this happens I'll scree into the wild heavens.

If like Robin wins I'll draw some art of all the OCs anddddddd try and make a demo come out for BIT by either the end of summer … or more realistically at the end of the year! Haha. (If the others are willing :3c)

ADDITIONAL INFO:

"YES! First, I have a toyhouse! https://toyhou.se/16815004.robin. This contains images from both specifically regular-verse Robin and DND-verse. I HAVE! A SPOTIFY PLAYLIST. For both Robin (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1a25KtwnsBppms4xpXp0Jf?si=fc69c60941144dc4) and EBF (alternate timeline shenanigans! yes i should be coding that why do you ask-) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0tGmnE8op9PLIxCjIf52ge?si=29b612fbf7d6436c OH! AND FANFICTION. Here are three fanfics associated with Robin at this time: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41582811, https://archiveofourown.org/works/41705019, https://archiveofourown.org/works/41707098 "

Character art by: Spook-e-smudge and dream-unity!

#club penguin oc showdown #club penguin oc bracket

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noisytenant · 6 months

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2 - thoughts on veganism?

i will fully admit to ignorance here, i'm not really well-versed in the details of industrial farming, animal welfare, etc.

long post because i am incapable of not having a lot to say

on veganism as ideology:

veganism usually exists in the conversation either as an ideological endpoint--"nobody should eat meat or use animal products" or as a personal choice.

i don't sense that global veganism is a viable political solution due to sustainability concerns (which i will elaborate on momentarily), and i don't feel that the use of animal products or slaughter of animals is innately disrespectful or immoral. so i'm simply not veganpilled, what can i say.

people constantly evoke the specter of the "militant vegan", but honestly, i feel like militant veganism makes the most sense--if you think it's wrong to eat meat or animal products, you would want it to stop happening in general. i disagree with the political stance, but i also think it makes more "sense" than just having it as a personal choice. that being said, i appreciate people who live more aligned with their values, so i feel equal respect for political and choice vegans, though i see them as fundamentally different.

i'm always going to advocate for organized collective action over individual lifestyle choices, and for smaller strategic goals over ideologically pure fantasies. i think that i can work with political vegans on things like improving quality of life for livestock, reducing dietary dependence on unsustainably farmed animal products, investing in alternatives for animal products, etc. but eventually we would have to part ways, because i'm not interested in eliminating animal consumption.

sustainability is my priority. it's my understanding that factory farming is very unsustainable--but so are many vegan alternatives, at least if they were farmed to meet mass demand. the central issue is global capitalism driving land use toward maximum profit.

it's my understanding that one of the more pragmatic solutions for sustainability is a priority on local farming. by reducing the demand for the same foods year-round, we stop running farms that are built to feed the entire world out of one lucky biome. this affects fruits and vegetables as much as proteins. i think this is a more worthwhile goal to strive towards.

when we move toward sustainability, we have to recognize that animal products are a privilege, not a right. i believe the reduced volume of animal products can and should coincide with improved welfare and respect for livestock.

ultimately we all have a limited number of political issues we can go full-send on. i'm content to be someone who will never really take the lead in agricultural sustainability or animal welfare. i'm happy to support initiatives that cross my path, and i hope in exchange some stray vegans will come out in support of my "abolish prescriptions" initiatives (joke)

on veganism as a restricted palette of ingredients:

i grew up in a very meat-eating white (with some caveats) family. i didn't really understand what a healthy and balanced vegetarian/vegan diet looked like. i kinda thought it was just salad until i was about 16 or so, because it wasn't common where i lived. i generally lament the lack of diversity in my culinary palette when i was young, but i especially regret that i was unaware of how easy and good vegan and vegetarian cooking is.

a lot of dishes outside of the narrow white american purview are naturally vegan or vegetarian, or can easily be made so with one omission/replacement. i think the twin veg-isms should be treated like other dietary restrictions--they're as much built from circumstance as they are from ideology.

i like the challenges imposed by cooking for dietary restrictions and think veganism inspires creative solutions. learning to appreciate vegan and vegetarian cooking allows you to better accommodate people's dietary restrictions in general.

tl;dr:

veganism as a political end goal doesn't seem very practical, and i don't think animal slaughter or product use is inherently bad. i think sustainable farming is a more realistic goal that overlaps with certain vegan interests. vegan and vegetarian cooking is diverse and rich, and there are many awesome veg dishes that don't "aspire to be veg". we should explore different culinary practices and learn to accommodate restrictions to become better chefs and more worldly people.

#indexed post #i'm surprised to receive this one but yknow fuck it right. i'm nothing if not opinionated

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chamerionwrites · 2 years

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I was going to write a whole post but tbh I don’t have the spoons right now so I’m just doing bullet points

1. The ~universal female experience~ is NOT universal, because (ofc) women are an enormously broad category of people with an enormously broad variety of life experiences.

2. Misogyny is a very real thing that deserves to be discussed and confronted on both individual and structural levels.

3. However it is my personal experience that in a lot of spaces/situations where people are really invested in Celebrating Women, what they are actually celebrating is femininity.

4. There’s nothing wrong with femininity, it’s even true that femininity is stigmatized in certain contexts (and ofc it’s worth pointing out that liking romance novels or fruity drinks or the color pink or whatever arbitrary thing people have decided to invest with an absurd amount of Gender Identity doesn’t make someone shallow or silly or Bad At Science or whatever idiotic stereotype), but this can be pretty alienating for women who don’t perform femininity to whatever arbitrary standards are considered worthy of celebration in that space.

(4a. I have actually heard people go so far as to say that gnc or just nebulously “unfeminine” women have some sort of privilege because they Fail At Gender, which like...lmaoooooooo. LMFAO)

5. The upshot is that I am not-infrequently kind of politely bored and bewildered if not deeply uncomfortable in “women’s spaces,” especially ones that actively conceptualize and refer to themselves that way. And I say this as a basically cis (I think???), basically-gender-conforming, not-self-evidently-disabled-or-neurodivergent straight slim afab white woman.

(5a. I’m mostly speaking to my own experiences right now but WHEW the posts that could be written about that really irritating essentialist way of talking about ~the universal female experience~ in the context of race or disability or queerness etc etc.)

6. Sometimes this is a me problem! Competing access needs are a thing and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with celebrating femininity. However I also don’t think it’s too much to ask that you do it without straying into that really sappy romanticizing and universalizing language, or recognizing that some significant percentage of women are going to feel unwelcome in spaces that place extremely high social value on the ability and/or willingness to perform femininity and it’s not because they’re just suffering from internalized misogyny. (In the most egregious cases it’s always like...okay, congrats for finding a progressive-sounding way to say that people with two X chromosomes come out of the womb liking makeup and frilly pink dresses and anybody who disagrees is just in denial, I guess.)

7. I feel like more people need to recognize that misogyny is very damned-if-you-do-and-damned-if-you-don’t? A lot of women experience the kind that’s like “you enjoy [makeup/romance novels/pink frilly dresses/pumpkin spice coffee/whatever feminine or perceived-to-be-feminine interest], therefore you are a silly shallow sex object who should stay in the kitchen.” A lot of women also experience the kind that’s like “you aren’t sufficiently feminine in your [hobbies/preferences/appearance/mannerisms/etc], therefore you are a stupid unfuckable failure who should know your place (in the kitchen).” Being too feminine is socially punished and not being feminine enough is socially punished. Frequently both versions overlap in bizarre ways! This seems pretty obvious to me! But a lot of people seem to get really caught up in their own experiences and fail to recognize or sympathize with others.

8. TL;DR I consistently feel turfed out if not downright unwelcome in “women’s spaces” thanks to failing at gender in a variety of subtle and unsubtle ways. This does not make me any more of a full human being to sexist men. Sometimes it’s just a competing access needs thing, sometimes it’s because women are actively being cruel either intentionally or unintentionally, but regardless it’s. Distressing.

9. I’m sure this experience is not unique to me, in fact I’m willing to bet a lot of other people have also experienced this, but that does not make it any less distressing.

#DON/T RE/BLOG PLEASE #gender stuff #my posts #reasons i will probably never be able to sort out my low-grade lifelong gender confusion in a nutshell #how much of the alienation is about misogyny and/or inability to fit in w women and how much is actual genderfeels? we just don't know.#frankly i'd MUCH rather deal with a space where some percentage of people don't see me as a full person #than a space where everyone says I am supposed to Belong and Feel Safe and I absolutely do not #much easier to be like ''lol fuck you and the misogyny you rode in on'' than to sort through the circular guilt trip mindfuck #of ''this is a safe welcoming space. anyone who expresses that they feel unsafe or unwelcome is a bad person to be attacked and shunned.''#''what do you mean this doesn't make you feel safe and welcome?''#sorry i'm feeling a bit bitter tonight #(in that last respect i would say that many ~women's spaces~ just poke the fundie damage bruise in a v unfortunate way)#(but i have had this problem since well before i had walking away from omelas trauma so. who the hell knows)

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cordeliaeavan · 1 year

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where: St. Mungo’s, ‘Dangerous’ Dai Llewellyn Ward: Serious Bites when: 27 March 1986 (day after the Spring Equinox Festival) who: Cordelia & open to patients or visitors

Cordelia loved when work was loud and chaotic, when it was busy and there was something to do; she liked it less when things were quiet. In the calm after the storm that had been last night, Cordelia was shaken by just how many beds in the Dai Llewellyn ward were full, and just how many of those beds held familiar faces. In fact, all of the victims from last night were familiar faces to Cordelia, and not just because she was a social butterfly. Valeria Bulstrode, Rodolphus Lestrange, Andressa Parkinson, and dear Rosaline; all four of them were very public members of high society. Call it what it was, pureblood high society. Cordelia didn’t know what to make of it and it worried her, both the tiny bit of the picture that she had and the fact that there was so much she couldn’t see.

Unwilling to go home, Cordelia had taken to pacing the hall , careful to stay out of the way of those of her coworkers who had something productive to do. Everytime Cordelia offered to help, she was told that she’d done enough and had earned some rest, but she disagreed. Cordelia never truly felt like she’d done enough, even when she’d done everything she could, and today was no different. If anything, today was worse, because it was the morning after a full moon and because Rosaline was in the hospital. Again. So Cordelia paced, not wanting to stray too far in case her sister needed her, and occasionally poking her head into the rooms.

This time, when Cordelia cracked one of the doors, she saw something other than patients sleeping peacefully in their beds. Cordelia straightened her bright green robes, which were hideous, a fact that she hated, but unavoidable, a fact that she also hated. Pushing the door fully open, Cordelia did her best to fix a polite smile on her face, although it was a little tight. “Hello. Can I help you with something?”

@thepeacock-prince @andromedahs

#urhqstarter

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nebulousbrainsoup · 2 months

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→ this blog is strictly 18+; minors do not interact (mdni). if i catch a minor interacting with my work, whether it be sfw or nsfw, they will be promptly blocked and permanently blacklisted. the same goes for anyone supporting minors within adult spaces. don't disrespect my boundaries and the boundaries of others like that.

→ ageless blogs will be soft blocked. while i would love to assume the best and believe my ageless blogs out there are adults, i would rather keep myself safe and out of legal trouble. i give a grace period of 48 hours after following to read my rules & regs and disclaimers.

→ don't be transphobic, homophobic, xenophobic or otherwise racist on my page. there's a lot going on in the world right now and i will post political things from time to time; if you disagree, find the unfollow or block button. my views are my own and you are not likely to shift them.

→ i reserve the right to block anyone leaving backhanded compliments on my works. respectful constructive criticism is welcome (preferably by ask), but if i find any form of "thanks for not doing it this way" or "so much better than x", i will be blocking you. and i'll probably write the other thing out of spite.

→ empty blogs will be soft blocked. tl;dr, the tumblr algorithm can't tell the difference between active empty blogs and bots, and a large bot following can lead to being shadowbanned. i like having even a small amount of reach; i work hard and i won't let something so silly take my safe space away.

→ don't be toxic. respect me and my mutuals and we won't have a problem.

→ reposters and plagiarists will be blocked and blacklisted. i have one other account i may post early versions of works or idea dump on, @notabonestealer, so anything from that account is me. only my critical role works and upcoming collab with cybrsan will be crossposted on ao3. please notify me if you find any of my works elsewhere.

STATUS: [CLOSED]

I WRITE FOR:

→ ateez → seventeen → stray kids → star wars → critical role (campaign 2)

i may write sfw content for xikers in the future, but we'll see. i already have enough trouble writing for the boys who are a few months younger than me; the babies are uncharted territory.

I WILL NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, WRITE:

→ anything with anyone underage. nsfw, sfw, doesn't matter. minors may appear as side characters, but they will be used sparingly. i'm not gonna write about people who aren't allowed on my blog.

→ non-con/dub-con/assault scenarios; yes this includes cnc. no kinkshaming here, but due to personal reasons, it's no longer something i can write or consume. go check out some of my moots tho!

→ incest/step-cest

→ watersports or scat play

→ romanticization of self-destructive behaviors. while i may, on occasion, write something related to these topics, they will always be about the recovery process and finding a support system.

i reserve the right to decline any requests that make me feel uncomfortable or i think are beyond my skill level. i appreciate the ambition from some of y'all, but i can only deal with so much horny twister.

DISCLAIMER — all works found on this blog are purely fiction and should be treated as such. no work created by nebulousbrainsoup is meant to represent any character or idol in any way.

#neb.bulletin #rules & regs #blog rules

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ickie-vicky · 1 year

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i just......the post abt gender abolition, the op specifically. thats exactly what i believe. the only reason trans people have to exist is because we live in a world that DOES have gender and FORCES it on us. so when we deviate from what is forced we are othered SO MUCH that a whole ass category was made to put us into. we. are. not. the. enemy. like, I don't even identify with gender at all, but the only language that is available to communicate my experience, albeit very very vaguely, is transgender. or non binary. i use the term gender to attempt to communicate a thing that cannot be explained in words, but needs to be said. in an ideal world I wouldnt need to, it wouldnt be a factor. but because it is, and because the world has gotten it so wrong for so long, i do need to call myself transgender. but my experience and the way I feel is personal and subjective and too complicated for words. it exists outside of any ideologies or politics or world views. its just me. im working within the framework available to me.

and a trans woman fighting to be recognised for who she is is still working within the lens and language that she, and basically everyone else, was forced to use. if you seriously cannot have empathy for that then okay. not much can be done about that. itd be very sad but cant help peoples lack of theory of mind.

however, if you can, which you should, then youd see she is not so dissimilar to you. all of us are working within a framework we didnt create, and trying to make the best of it. our versions of the best may differ, but that's a common experience. we cant dismantle these systems overnight, just as we cant expect people to completely sever themselves from everything they know immediately.

so, again, whilst i agree gender is harmful, those of us who fall outside of the binary or gender entirely are not the enemies. we are the victims too.

yesss anon you get it! patriarchy (and gender) are the enemy and we are indeed on the same side here - though i don’t agree with your methods

in short: the direct question i was asked was why do i believe that trans ideology is wrong. i answered.

this is how people normally converse/argue. tumblr however has this culture of straying really far from the original point. i think it’s sometimes well intentioned in order to cover all bases, situations, make all sorts of exceptions, etc. but it’s not a positive thing… i see blatant dodging of direct questions on here all the time because tumblr is just Like That and it makes is easy for people to hide behind non-answers

not answering a direct question with a direct answer is almost always a warning sign that the person you are speaking to is talking mad bullshit

i was not asked about if i have empathy for trans people or if i think they are the enemy, so i did not really talk about this

just because i think trans ideology is wrong does not mean i hate all trans people and want them to be forcibly de-gendered or whatever the anti ‘terf’ brigade would have you believe…

i also don’t know how you came to this conclusion anyway as i absolutely do have empathy for trans people and do not see them as the enemy?? thought that was really clear from my previous responses.

1. i laid out the trans perspective of this argument. i clearly understand and empathise with the point of view of a trans person as evidenced by being able to explain it. how can i better empathise that that? i also explicitly said a couple of times that i feel sorry for trans people and how pressure for gender conformity affects them.

2. i never said trans people are the enemy. nothing else to add here i just did not say that lmao…

anyway tldr;

i disagree with trans ideology because it’s sexist

i never said that trans people are the enemy and i have no empathy for them - you came to that conclusion all on your own

i’m not going to apologise for not stating this prior to answering a direct question - it’s not my responsibility to coddle anyone’s feelings and it’s not productive when having a direct and concise argument

some genuine advice: you shouldn’t care what /i/ think about you anyway. if you’re firm in your beliefs then you have no reason to feel bad about yourself.

i think you care about what i think because you agree with me, and that’s scary for you to properly consider.

#gender critical #radical feminism

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andrewskennedy50 · 1 year

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Blog Post Week4 #2

Blog Post #2

The Oxford Institute article gave me an interesting perspective on why junk news spreads quickly. Though I never thought of its perspective completely, I do agree with a lot that was said. Regarding algorithms, they mentioned that they select and prioritize information that has been heavily criticized. Because of this, I do agree that it does perpetuate bias. I think of certain family members that have differing political views. They always unfriend or unfollow people that disagree with their beliefs. Because of this, they only ever see people with similar views on their newsfeed, forgetting that people with differing opinions do exist and you cannot just delete them away.

Clickbait has the biggest effect on advertising and I could not agree more. I have fallen into the trap of clickbait many times. Every time I have, it had to do with a person or cause I cared about. I never really thought about how the app tailors the information based on previous things I’ve researched. It can be very scary when you dig more into it. Since I know my data is constantly being monitored, I like to limit the information I post and look up online. I prefer books. Exposure is another key factor in why we respond to social media the way we do. Much like the algorithms, people can avoid exposing themselves to “radically new” information. They can live in a bubble and never see the potential harm in their doings.

Businesses should healthily target their audience, to show they are considerate of the consumer’s well-being. Clickbait can also be extremely frustrating. It can cause distrust and make the consumer not want to read your future articles. Businesses and individuals should stray away from misleading information just for views. Honesty can guarantee loyalty. From the business side of social media, I think it is important to expose yourself to all views. You will be able to connect with a broader audience, become aware of issues you wouldn’t have otherwise before, and potentially come up with solutions. This can only help to prove to your consumers that their opinion is important and that you are willing to accommodate their needs.

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 3 years

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can you make the sfw alphabet for hyunjin? i rlly loved the one with félix <3

Sure! ❤

SFW Alphabet | Hwang Hyunjin

{Stray Kids Masterlist}

Warnings: suggestive themes but it’s only mentioned once

A - Affection

(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first Hyunjin would be unsure with showing his affection

He would take a while before opening up to someone like that

So with his S/O, he wouldn’t be overly affectionate or touchy at first

But after be becomes way more confident around them, he would literally never let go

I can see his love language being either physical touch or acts of service

When he gets the chance to relax with his S/O, he’d be like a leech

Would keep his arms so tightly wrapped around them and complain whenever they tried to remove him

Even when just sitting on the couch together, literally all his limbs would be caging his S/O

He seems like the type to be very clingy to those he feels comfortable around, so his S/O would never catch a break

For acts of service, he would do small things for his S/O just to show he cares

Like making them some food after they’ve had a bad day or giving their head a rub when they’re lying in bed at night

B - Best Friend

(What would they be like as a best friend?)

Loud and annoying best friend definitely

Like his best friend doesn’t get a break from him

He’d be the type to just show up at their house uninvited

What’s theirs is his

Knows exactly how to make parents like him cause he’s so polite so he’d be the favourite

Sleepovers galore and walking to the park at some ridiculous time in the morning

He’d be the type to give his all in a friendship, so he’d be incredibly loyal and expects that back from his best friend

C - Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’d only be very cuddly when it’s just him and his S/O

He’d be nervous to do it in front of people, even if it’s in front of the rest of Stray Kids

He would still sit on their lap / have them sit on his if he’s comfortable

But when their alone he would be a lot more intimate

Like lying across the top of them or running his hands along under their shirt

His favourite way to cuddle would be him simply just having his head in his S/O’s lap

He would love it because he’s a dramatic princess and would beg for his S/O to play with his hair and braid it

Every night he would just slump on the couch and force them to sit up straight so he can place his head on their thigh and they immediately knows what he wants

D - Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’d wouldn’t be fussed in terms of settling down quickly

Although he would always think how cute it would be to share an apartment with his S/O where he gets to see them everyday

And when they finally do move in together, him and his S/O would become so fussy in terms of chores

Always disagree on who does what, so they’d have to end up doing it together so they can suffer the frustration together

They would usually share both the cooking and cleaning, but Hyunjin would prefer to cook since he’s rather decent at it

But overall, hates doing housework but he would rather jump off a cliff before he watches his S/O do it all on their own

E - Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Hyunjin seems like the type to avoid a break up as much as he can

If there was an issue between him and his S/O, he would try everything in his power to work it out without resorting to a break up

If he was to break up with his S/O, he would feel guilty about it

It would take him a while to muster up the courage to do it (unless there was a major problem)

He would want to stay friends with his S/O, and would always promise them they would remain close

Hyunjin wouldn’t let him and his S/O’s relationship end badly, but more on a mutual agreement

If his S/O was to suddenly break up with him though, he would get very in denial about it

His sadness comes out in anger, causing a screaming match between the two as he keeps denying them trying to break up with him

But after a while, when he’s calmed down, he would sit down with them and listen to their reasoning

It would take a while for him to recover from it, as he seems the type to pin his needs onto his S/O slightly

Some days would be worse than others, but soon enough he would be back to his cheery self and would accept being their friend again

He realises that staying together as friends with them would at least mean he still gets to see them

F - Fiancé(e)

(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Hyunjin seems like the type to take a while to commit to someone

Even when he first meets someone, he has to take a while to get to know them before he feels comfortable

Most people are like that though

But in a relationship, he would at first come across as either shy or aloof, as he wouldn’t be incredibly affectionate or loud

But when he starts getting comfortable, pray for his S/O

Doesn’t leave them alone, never

He couldn’t have a relationship with someone if they weren’t also his best friend though

So when he’s finally comfortable, he would become so committed

Always just assumes that he and his S/O will get married

Talks about it like it’s happening tomorrow

Of course it would be sometime in the far future, but he would love talking to people about what him and his S/O have planned for their wedding

G - Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

When he first starts dating, he would be so afraid of hurting his S/O, physically or emotionally

Comes back to how it takes a while for him to get comfortable with someone

But after him and his S/O become a lot closer and start to understand each other’s limits when it comes to harsh jokes or rough play

He does not hold back

Physically, he’s not at all gentle

When his S/O is just minding their business, he would take it as an invitation to tackle them to the ground

Or to pick them up and throw them over his shoulder

Even when just playfighting, he gets so competitive and his S/O has to beg him to lay off to let them breathe

Emotion wise, literally the last thing he would ever want was to hurt his S/O emotionally

Although sometimes he may accidentally say something that could be taken the wrong way, he never has bad intentions

He would love a relationship where him and his S/O can cuss each other out without actually meaning any of the harsh jokes

But if he ever accidentally goes too far and offends his S/O, he feels so guilty

Apologises to them over and over and makes it up with kisses and loving compliments

H - Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He obviously enjoys hugs so much

Only when he’s alone with his S/O though

In public, he wouldn’t be too lovey-dovey because he gets shy about it

But he also thinks his relationship doesn’t need to be seen by everyone else

But when he’s alone with his S/O, he becomes a lot more affectionate

Especially after a long day and him and his S/O are both sleepy and cuddling on the couch or before they go to sleep

You know those sudden urges to squeeze something that’s really cute? Yeah, he would get that every time he looks at his S/O

They could literally be doing anything and he would just throw himself at them, whining about how cute they are

But I think he would hug them the most when they’re in bed and just about to go to sleep

He could lay awake for hours and cuddle them, chatting and kissing with them until his words slur from tiredness

Usually his hugs would be very playful, but also would make his S/O feel very safe at the same time

He’s quite tall, and if his S/O is smaller than him, he would envelope them in his arms

When they’re lying down, he would wrap all his limbs around them, trapping them against his body

If they’re his height or taller, he would always give them back hugs and nuzzle his face against their back

I - I Love You

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes a very long while for Hyunjin to say it surprisingly

It would seem to be a very intimate thing to say for Hyunjin, so he would want to say it with a lot of meaning, not just during a simple conversation

But other than that, he probably prefers to say how much he loves his S/O in different ways like helping them with stuff and affection

When he does tell them, it would be in a situation like if they’re at the beach together late at night

His S/O may have had a bad argument with their sibling or their parent, and Hyunjin would have taken them to get Chinese food and sit in the cold air on the hood of his car to make them forget about their situation

They may be crying in his arms, having suddenly not feeling well and needing some affection

But during that moment and seeing his S/O so vulnerable in front of him would make him soft

It would just slip out, and he wouldn’t regret it when they lift their head and give him a kiss straight on the lips as a “I love you too”

J - Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn’t get jealous too often, but when he does he gets jealous

Like resting bitch face, cold shoulder jealous

It’s not pretty, and a lot of the time I think his S/O would be able to tell quickly when he’s feeling replaced by someone

But he’d be that annoying type of jealous and be like “no I’m fine” when clearly he’s not

If it happens while they’re out at a party or something, he would be so passively aggressive towards the person he’s jealous of

Beyond petty

But when him and his S/O get back home, he would become so touchy and upset about it

Always begs for their attention and love, since he felt so left out when they were out

Denies it by the morning though, using the excuse “I was just tired”

K - Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?)

With Hyunjin’s big pouty lips, I’m sure he gives the best kisses

He would always be willing to give his S/O kisses, never gives up the opportunity to drown them in his affection

But he’s very teasing about it

Sometimes to annoy his S/O, he’ll pout his lips and lean towards them like he’s about to kiss them, but when they lean in he’ll turn away like nothing happened

Always gets himself pinned and getting smothered when his S/O has put up with it for too long

He doesn’t kiss his S/O passionately in front of other people, especially the other members

Because most likely Minho wouldn’t leave them alone about it

His favourite place to kiss his S/O would be their cheeks

Especially if they have squishy cheeks, since he can press his face against the chub and coo about how cute they are

His favourite place to be kissed would weirdly be around his shoulders and collarbones

Especially after a stressful day and he gets to flop into bed with his S/O and they take his shirt off and give him loving kisses around his neck and shoulders to make him relax

Never fails to help him drift off to sleep in their arms

L - Little Ones

(How are they around children?)

(I had to go back and watch that video of Hyunjin and Changbin playing with kids again for this lmafooo)

Hyunjin actually loves kids

If his S/O has younger siblings/cousins/nieces/nephews who he can play with, omg he’s over the moon

Will spend all his time trying to entertain kids

If there’s ever a time when he and his S/O have to babysit a relative’s baby, he’d immediately turn into dad mode

But throughout the time he would secretly be imagining that him and his S/O are parents looking after their own kid

Some times he becomes a bit of a punching bag for the kids, which is always funny to watch

But seeing his S/O with kids would make him blush so hard though

Like he finds the sight so cute and would always look forward to the far future when they can both have their own little family

M - Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy mornings

Takes him literally ages to open his eyes in the morning

His S/O would always wake up and find themselves wrapped up in his limbs since he becomes so cuddly at night

He prefers to stay in bed for a while and just chat, because he takes a while to wake up fully

They have to pry him off them if they don’t want to sleep in for hours

But quite literally they have to drag him out by his arms while he’s whinging about it being too early

N - Night

(How are nights spent with them?)

At night, he would be the complete opposite than in the morning

Always tries to keep his S/O awake with him because he’s a night owl and wants them to keep him company

Usually at night he would become more quiet though

Like he just wants some down time with is S/O and just spend hours on the couch together watching movies and cuddling

But his favourite would be just lying in bed with them while they play with his long hair or run their fingers along their back

He could lay there for ages in complete bliss, loving the feeling of his S/O’s hands on him comfortingly

O - Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

This is where I think Hyunjin would struggle a bit with

It would be very hard to get him to open up

Especially about very deep and personal subjects

He seems like he would never want to bother anyone, so telling his S/O about his worries makes him anxious

No matter how much they reassure him, he’d assume they’re only saying it because they have to

The only time he would really open up to them fully would be on days when he’s feeling more emotional than usual

He would lay in their arms and close his eyes as they rub their thumbs across his cheeks and talk about some things on his mind

It wouldn’t happen often as it was rare when he became comfortable to talk about his deep inner emotions

But when it does happen, his S/O would always remember what he said and keep it in mind

P - Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

He never gets angry, he just gets attitude

Knowing him and his sass, no matter how much he loves his S/O, they’re still going to fall victim to his sarcastic remarks whenever he gets the chance to say them

It would be a very rare sight to see him properly mad, since he would most the time just get mildly annoyed

The only time he would ever get mad is if his S/O put themselves in danger or if someone said something about them

So overall, he somewhat has patience

He fights bullshit back with more bullshit, so it cancels it out

Sometimes his passive-aggressive sass would get so bad that his S/O would have to tell him to stfu before he starts a fight

Q - Quizzes

(How much would they remember about their partner?)

His clumsy and forgetful ass would not remember anything

But his S/O can’t take it personally because he actually just can’t remember basic things

He loves them with all his heart, but knowing everything about them just isn’t his strong point

They usually have to remind him about things, like the names of their parents/siblings and their favourite restaurant

They would have to be patient with him, but he weirdly wouldn’t forget anything drastic like anniversaries or dates

R - Remember

(What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His most favourite moments would definitely be the ones when they’re laughing so hard and smacking each other because they can’t breathe

That would be one of his favourites because his S/O is like his best friend at the same time

But his most favourite moment would honestly be one of their first dates when he brought them to a ice cream parlour late at night

It was around 11 at night and he texted them asking if they wanted to hang out since both of them had had a harsh day

They sat on the dark beach and listened to the calm waves while eating their ice cream, snuggled together in huge coats trying to hide from the cold

Afterwards, they went to the water and splashed each other, their laughter ripping through the silent night beach

It would always be his absolute favourite because he believes it to be the day when he realised he wanted to stay with them

S - Security

(How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s actually quite clueless when it comes to being protective

He tries very hard to be a safe space for them and make them feel protected when their together, especially when they’re out somewhere

He does small things like keeping his arm around their torso and pulling them close to his body if someone they didn’t know was approaching them

But overall, if a bad situation was to rise like someone flirting with his S/O or someone just acting weird around them, he wouldn’t be sure what to do

A bit panicky and slightly afraid himself, but he would keep putting himself between the person and his S/O, no matter how much confrontation freaks him out

He would like to be protected in a way that’s emotional

He wants to be protected from his own thoughts, as he seems like an overthinker

So most of the time when he’s not feeling well, his S/O would distract him and always reassure him that he has nothing to worry about and that they love him very much no matter what

T - Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would definitely be the type to “out-gift” his S/O on anniversaries

He ALWAYS has to get the better present, or have the better date ideas

He puts so much effort into everything, his S/O could never compete

On anniversaries, they would always wake up to a whole bunch of their favourite flowers and Hyunjin cooking breakfast for them in the kitchen

Would always have them pick where they go

It’s always either they go out to a really romantic and fancy restaurant or they just order fast food and watch movies and make out in front of the tv

For everyday tasks, he does small things throughout the day just to help out his S/O

Like tying their hair back if it’s in their face or giving them one of his hoodies when he thinks they’re cold

They don’t even have to say anything, he just knows

“Babe, how did you know I wanted tea?” “You were giving off “give me tea” vibes for some reason-”

U - Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a bad habit of turning the cold shoulder when he has a fight with his S/O

He doesn’t like talking things out, but prefers to just wait until he’s calmed down before going on like nothing happened

Sometimes it would piss his S/O off a lot

On the rare occasion they have really bad arguments, Hyunjin would threaten to sleep on the couch

But when his S/O says “go ahead”, he lowkey would regret it immediately

But he’s petty, and he’s not going to let them win the argument that easily

So he’d try to sleep by himself, but at some time in the early morning he would slip back underneath the covers with them and whisper an apology in their ear while pressing their back against his chest in a tight spoon

He can never keep his stubbornness up for too long. His S/O just has to be patient with him

V - Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

I don’t think his appearance is one of his main concerns, but just like everyone, he would sometimes become quite insecure

A lot of the time he wouldn’t even mention how he looked, unless his S/O complimented him, so they would assume that he’s confident in his appearance

But when he does doubt himself a bit and perhaps question his S/O’s attraction to him, he would keep it to himself

Until it kind of spills out randomly to them

Like his S/O would say something about a actor/actress’s body and Hyunjin would just say out of the blue “do you wish I looked like that?”

That’s when he would admit to recently not feeling too confident in himself

But perhaps all he needs is a reminding from his S/O how much they love him and his body

W - Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without their partner?)

If Hyunjin had to go a few weeks or even months without his S/O (if he had to go on tour or something), he would gradually start missing them a lot

The first few days/weeks wouldn’t be so hard for him, cause the reassurance that they’re only a phone call away made him feel better

But after a while, he would grow homesick from them and miss their lips on his cheek and their hands on his body

Talking through the phone via skype or facetime would soon not be enough for either of them

He would become more down and become angrier easily

Would seek comfort in Felix, since he’s basically like a little brother to him who he can trust with anything

But when him and his S/O finally get to see each other again, they would not leave each other’s sides for a while

Would even follow each other when they’re at home and one of them gets up to go to another room

X - Xtra

(A random headcanon for them.)

One of his favourite things to do is show his S/O his dances

Loves the fact that they just sit and watch him for hours in the practise room, being so entertained by his graceful moves

Gets so flustered when they keep complimenting his talent though

And also just to make them happy, he would learn dances to their favourite songs

His S/O has an album in their phone just for videos of his dancing

Y - Yuck

(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He dislikes people who do not have any sense of sympathy

Or people that do not understand that other’s emotions could be fragile

He’s a empathetic and emotional person, so he needs someone who wouldn’t hesitate to scoop him up in their arms when he’s feeling down for no reason

Having someone who would perhaps not understand why he can sometimes feel down randomly would make him frustrated and cause him to bottle things up

Even just seeing the negative trait in people during daily life makes him irritated

In general though, he would hate being rejected by his S/O

They always try to tell him to not take it personally when they say they don’t feel like cuddling one night or they don’t want to talk

He would always act like it doesn’t bother him, but in the back of his mind he’s questioning if he did something to upset them

Z - Zzz

(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Sleep talks

Not excessively, but enough for it to wake up his S/O

None of the stuff he says makes sense though, it’s just gibberish

One time his S/O woke up to him shaking their shoulder

“Hyunjin, what’s wrong?” “We... we forgot to take the dog out.” “...we don’t have a dog”

Keeps an app in his phone that records when he sleep talks

Sometimes he would listen to them and hear his S/O responding to his weird statements

Never fails to make him slightly embarrassed though

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Modern Headcanons (Eren, Armin and Mikasa )

So I made some mood boards for the AOT characters (available on my page) and I thought Why not write some headcanons to finish it off ?

And so, here it is.

Eren :

I see him as a social studies or criminology student. He’d probably work part time at a convenience store or a diner too. Boy would also be an adept of the gym.

However I don’t see him being really into parties unless Armin and Mikasa attend, he likes to keep close to his friends. He wouldn’t be such a huge social butterfly either. Doesn’t prevent him from being hella popular on campus though. I think girls wouldn’t really be his priority either. Like he’d be flirty but wouldn’t really initiate in relationships. He’d have a few one night stands though, but nothing serious or very sentimental.

He’d probably live alone in a flat not far from campus. And surprisingly would be kind of good at organising the place. Now he is not Levi or Armin but his flat isn’t as chaotic as one may think ! Well that is if you don’t pay attention to the few stray socks here and there on the floor or his discarded pants on the bed... Other than that it is pretty neat. He’d probably decorate it with neutral colours like whites, greys, browns and greens... With a tint of black here and there.

He’d have a huge coffee addiction and would probably take it black (without sugar nor cream or milk) and would be into vinyl records. This is the only way he’ll listen to music when he is at home. He just turns it on and dances around the room with a beer in hand (though he doesn’t like beer).

He’d be CHAOTIC when it comes to study sessions and would do everything last minute (here his caffeine addiction comes in handy for sleepless study nights).

Okay, he’d have a dog. You can’t convince me otherwise and it would probably be a German Shepherd or a Golden Retriever.

Armin :

He’d be a political sciences or diplomacy student. And however disagrees may fight me but I won’t change my mind. He’d be very invested on campus and student life though. Like I can see him being president of the Student Conceal and involved in many clubs and associations. Then he’d probably work part time at a small local bookstore too.

He wouldn’t have a huge group of friends and would in fact stick to Mikasa and Eren. But he is polite and kind so everyone likes him and comes to him for help or advice, would it be for studying or simply venting (poor bean can sometimes get overwhelmed...). Man is very taken by his studies and thus he wouldn’t have much time for girls or relationships. However this doesn’t mean he doesn’t want someone to hold and love. He is just waiting for the right person to come around. Like Eren he wouldn’t be huge on parties but would probably attend a few due to his role as Student Council President.

He’d live alone too, not far from Campus either and compared to Eren’s flat his is immaculate. Very neat and organised, with a few stacks of papers here and there on his desk. But he’d have a lot of bookshelves filled to the brim with tokens of good memories, pictures, books and jars filled with seashells. Contrary to Eren’s room, Armin’s would be very light and beach inspired. Light blues and yellows, white and cream colours... Light curtains and a freshly made bed.

Armin would have a thing for blankets and candles. He just loves to drown in the comfort they provide and this with a nice cup of herbal tea is just heaven to him. He actually has a tea box he stores in his kitchen just beside a jar of cookies. And of course he collects seashells and books, probably to an unhealthy extent. He’d also have lots of stuffed bears and plushies on his bed !

Armin is a straight A student so no need to elaborate on the fact he is very organised. He doesn’t work a lot though, he works smart.

Armin would have a kitty cat. He’d lay with them at night and read with the cat on his lap or on his chest... He’d sniff their fur for comfort because his cat just smells so good !

Mikasa :

She’d be a social sciences or psychology student. Don’t ask me why I just see her as liking these types of studies... It fits her. On the side she’d probably work at a small coffee and she honestly loves her work ! She wouldn’t be very invested on campus... Well she is part of a feminist or humans’ right association. But that’s about it.

She isn’t a social butterfly. Mikasa is friends with Eren and Armin, true but in modern AU she’d probably be very close to Sasha too and the two of them would honestly be best friends. Surprisingly she kind of likes parties. Not that she’d go there alone but she loves attending with Sasha as the girl always makes it so much fun ! Just like Armin she is not big on flings and one night stands and prefers to wait for a long lasting relationship. Honestly she is probably the most loyal person out there and once she finds the one she won’t give up on them.

She’d have a flat with Sasha and the two are roommates. Now this can be chaotic as Sasha is the messy roommate and Mikasa is very organised. She’d probably lightly scold her friend or find herself picking up her things after her. But she doesn’t say anything, she is just happy to be with someone and for this someone to be Sasha. Their flat would always have food in profusion, that is for sure. And her room would be in dark colours, black is her favourite colour but I can see there being white and purple too. Her walls would be hidden by thousands and thousands of pictures of her and her friends or band posters.

Like Armin she’d have a memory stack full of things bringing back good memories or polaroids... She’d also have a thing for astrology and crystals. She doesn’t necessarily believe in powers or anything but she finds it cool and comforting. Then she has a thing for rock and roll and metal music but also classic and jazz. She is a huge fan of bands like ACDC too.

Like Armin she is a serious student and would probably have a timetable with assigned studying sessions.

She’d love a black cat or just a cat honestly. But Sasha wants a dog...

#aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fluff #attack on titans #attack on titan #armin arlert #mikasa x reader #armin x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger

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mysticaldeanvoidhorse · 2 years

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Same Souls

Arthur Shelby request

part 2

Request by @daynaelizabethclairereynolds

tag list: @kquietgirl @lyarr24

“Can i be a pain ask for a part 2 and u pick what happenes”

sequel to Same Souls part 1

Things with Linda didn’t get much better over the years. You had gotten a little better about keeping the outbursts to a minimum. You tried to avoid her as much as you could but it was hard since Arthur was still your best friend. It was nice to know that know matter what, you would always be there for each other. For better or worse, and it had been worse for years. However, Arthur was able to manage his anger a little better with boxing and healthier outlets. And a strong amount of whiskey- Irish of course. You also had found a way to ease your anger. He was a widower. He was part of a Quaker movement. You had met him in London, as you were needing space from the Shelbys for a time. Well, Linda, let’s not kid ourselves. Tommy had given you a job and you gratefully took it. It also helped grow your relationship with Ada as you had stayed with her while there. He wasn’t a widow at the time and you just enjoyed the refreshing change in character. Upon your return for Tommy and Grace’s wedding, you no longer were in contact as it was just a nice few innocent days with a married man. He had introduced you to his way of life in a non overbearing way. You had stopped going to church before Polly and Linda’s overbearing approach made you more adverse to it as well. Until he came along and showed you how kind believers can be.

Upon your return you had learned to be more calm, and Ada had been a great help too, having taken a step back from the family as well. You and her disagreed on a lot of the Shelby politics but you had other things in common. You were both women, after all. Arthur was thankful to see you, and Linda had been pleasant. Though you agreed with Tommy not wanting Arthur to stray from script, you appreciated Linda’s sticking up for him. It was one of the only times you had teamed up, and it was strange for everyone. You had an unspoken truce for a period of time, and you had even been open with her about the reason behind your more cooperating side you had recently discovered. She of course judged you thinking there was more going on but you knew her well enough that no matter what she would find fault in you so you just let it slide. You were growing, clearly.

Linda was able to get Arthur to live the quiet life she always wanted and you hated it. The truce ended and Arthur was more whipped than ever. You hated it. You kept arguing with Linda behind Arthur’s back, mostly because he was too busy out in the garden doing who knows what. Then John died and Arthur was back. Linda was upset and you were incredulous that her concern was that Arthur was no longer her puppet, rather than the fact that John was dead and Esme had gone. You were so rattled like everyone and were absent during most of the Changretta war, having gone back to London with Ada while she was back home. You then somehow were reconnected with the Quaker, and he had been widowed. You grew closer after that and began to spend a lot of time together. He had helped you through a lot of your personal shit and cleared your head. You were thankful for him, and realized a little more why Arthur liked Linda. You were similar. You could appreciate the irony. You only came home for the fight to see Arthur “die” You didn’t know it wasn’t true and for those few days you and Linda were each other’s confort. That was the time she met your wonderful Quaker, as you called him. He didn’t need a name, it was more endearing this way, as it started as a joke but grew to more, like your relationship. You had him leave quickly when you knew Tommy was going to give in to Changretta. Arthur came back to life and you had never been more happy. Linda was upset as he spent more time with you than her after that. Their relationship began to change quickly after that.

Grace had died, Michael had gone to America and come back with a wife. Everything went by quickly but you were thankful for Arthur. Linda got much worse around that time and you didn’t think you could hate her more until then. The only reason you hadn’t killed her yet was because Arthur would hate you forever and you could never live with that. You didn’t mind Lizzie, but you never were close. You respected her before she became Tommy’s wife but once she did, you were even more at her defense. She was officially family. Ada was more tolerable too and except for the whole thing with Michael, you were glad with how the Shelby ship ran. Arthur was less like himself, and you had many conversations about it. He knew he and Linda weren’t doing well and he just couldn’t understand why she was so upset. You had tried to convince him she was crazy but he still wouldn’t see it. You left it alone; Lizzie having a better reason for her discontent. Though she never said it you knew she knew that Tommy didn’t love her, not like Grace. She still loved him and you knew she would never leave him. Not like Linda had threatened to do, behind closed doors. You had found out she wrote two letters to Arthur and you confronted her before she could sit him down. It had escalated and you almost pulled a gun on her, walking out before you could but not before threatening her. You made sure she knew you were serious.

Tommy had gotten deeply involved with a man named Oswald Mosley leaving Arthur to run the business. You and he had endless conversations that led to late night drinks. You were so glad to have him back. You avoided the topic of Linda on these nights as you both just wanted to have a good time. In part to avoid tension between each other but also because both of you had individual issues with her. You had become closer than ever during this time, as he appreciated your feedback and input more than Linda’s. You never asked but you speculated he was beginning to not enjoy the overbearing presence that Linda always seemed to offer.

Even though Linda was off limits he seemed to take a great interest in “Your Linda” as he referred to him.

“What do you mean Arthur?” You said, downing your whiskey.

“You’ve been spending more time with him, you love him, love?” He asked, downing his whiskey as well.

“You have your secrets, I have mine.” You told him, filling your glass from the bottle on the table. You had the room to yourself, but it was Arthur’s pub after all.

“I have no secrets from you, love.” He said, doing the same.

“Oh yeah? What about Linda, eh?” You said, drinking more.

“Bloody hell, I thought we weren’t going to talk about that.”

“Sounds like you aren’t happy at home, Arthur.” You said only half joking. He downs his whiskey again.

“Linda will eventually understand. She just is being a fooking idiot right now.” another glass downed.

“What did she do this time?” You tried to hide your being annoyed but couldn’t.

“She gave me a fooking letter.”

“What did it say?” You asked, even though you knew the general idea in them having confronted her.

“She says she will leave.”

“I am not with the Quaker.” You told him, drinking your glass.

“Fooking what?” He looked shocked.

“Haven’t been for awhile.” You took another sip. He just stared at you so you looked at him again. “He is a good man, kind, understanding, helped me through a lot. Has a good kid too. But at best we are better off as friends.”

“You pretend to be unaffected but I know you well enough to know you liked him.” You stared him down.

“I liked him, yeah. What of it?” You challenged.

“Nothing, just that he is your Linda. So you know a little more about what I am dealing with.” He smirked. You had the same argument for years. It was becoming ironic.

“Maybe, Arthur, maybe.” You didn’t want to argue. You enjoyed comfortable silence.

“You know Love, it is okay to be sad about him.”

“It’s in the past. The past is where it will stay.” You said. It didn’t matter if you told him all the details of it or not. Ultimately it didn’t matter. It was over, for the best, and no amount of pouring your heart out would change it. You liked him, he liked you, you weren’t meant to be it, it ended. Time to move on.

“True enough, but I am here for you, you know that. I will fooking shoot him if you need me to.” You smiled, the first genuine time all night.

“Thanks Arthur, but he is just a Quaker, it would be an unfair advantage. Besides, he didn’t break my heart. I broke his and mine.” You alluded.

“You ended it? Why?” He just couldn’t seem to grasp it.

“He’s a good man, but not for me. That’s it.”

“No man is good enough for you. I mean that.” He told you with his familiar intensity.

“Not true, but I am glad you think so.”

“It is the truth love, you are one hell of a woman.” You smiled. You loved this man with your whole heart and he hardly ever was sentimental for you in the whole time you knew him; which was your whole life.

“Glad you think so, too bad you are married.” You joked.

“Too bad.” He mumbled into his glass. It was one of the first times you ever thought you heard remorse and regret from him. Was he? You hoped. You wouldn’t be upset if she left.

BANG! BANG! What the fu– you jumped from your bed, grabbing your gun. You hated being woken up from sleep, especially when it sounded like someone was breaking in. You crept along the floor, looking through the window. A figure you would recognize anywhere was leaning against the door. You let out a loud sigh and opened the door.

“For fucks sake Arthur, I almost shot you. The fuck you doing here?” You were in your nightgown, forgetting your robe and even in Arthur’s drunk state you saw his eyes roam. You rolled your eyes. You knew he was drunk. He had seen you in revealing situations before, but never in a sexual circumstance. You were just prideful enough to admit you turned heads on occasion, so a drunk man checking you out wasn’t a shock.

“Just thought I would visit my friend.”

“So we do visits now? Want a chat too, cup of tea?” You were dripping with sarcasm. “It’s the middle of the bloody night. Why are you here and not home?” He just dropped into a chair and let out a long, shaky sigh.

“Linda’s gone.” You froze.

“What do you mean she is gone?”

“She fooking left me, that’s what I mean. She fooking left and I don’t know where she is.” He half sobbed. You went to sit next to him and grabbed his hand. You just clung to you and began to break down. You could tell he had been drinking. You thought he probably came home after a night at the Garrison happy, to find his wife gone without a bloody note this time. Thought she bloody liked writing notes, you thought bitterly. You just clung to him and let him break down.

“I’ll kill the bitch.” You told him.

“I just want to know where she fooking is!” He was getting angry.

“Arthur, she bloody left! Let her go she doesn’t deserve you. What a bitch the way she left just let her go bloody hell!”

“She didn’t even tell me! Why did the fooking woman not even tell me where she went?”

“She’s been talking divorce Arthur, let her go.” You told him, looking him in the eyes.

“Divorce? Fooking divorce. Fook her too.” He said. Then he sobbed some more. You hadn’t seen him this broken since his father left. You were glad to hear he died. You spit on him when you heard. You were distantly related to gypsies and knew enough to curse him. You hoped he was rotting in the after life. You hoped Linda would join him.

After a few hours Arthur calmed down enough for you to bring him to your bed to try to sleep. A handful of times you and Arthur shared a bed on really bad occasions. The death of your parents, the death of his mother, etc. You and he could find comfort only in each other as you were the same soul, you knew exactly how the other felt. Even with Linda gone, you knew the hurt he was feeling. Though the circumstances were despicable, it was the best night sleep both of you had gotten since the last time you shared a bed.

You had learned from the Quaker Linda was there, with the promise to not tell Arthur. You had told Polly as you were in a hard position. You hadn’t heard from him since you ended it, and you were able to get over him faster than you thought. Did you love him? You didn’t think so, not like Arthur loved Linda, but you were forever grateful for what he did for your conscience. She had advised you not to tell Arthur until you could convince him not to go after her. He didn’t take it well and threatened you. You didn't take it personal as you knew he was just upset.

“I want her back. I need her.” He was desperate.

“You don’t NEED her, you WANT her. There is a big difference, keep that in mind, don't forget that.” You responded.

“Just fooking tell me!” It broke your heart to see him in such turmoil.

“I want to, I really do, but I can’t. You are too upset. When you can calm down, I will.” You turned to go, not wanting him to see you cry.

Not long after, you had heard the rumors of her having an affair. You weren’t shocked, you always thought she was a snakey bitch, but you fumed when you heard with who. You were over him romantically long ago, but damned if you didn’t feel betrayed and scorned. You went to Arthur with the news immediately. Not to hurt him but to let him know where she was. He was wonderful enough to first see how you were doing with the news, then went his usual crazy in anger. He left to where you assumed was the location the Quaker gave you of the organization. For a half second you let him go then quickly went with him. You wanted to be there. You had to be.

When you arrived you exchanged a few words with the man before Arthur had a chance to see. When he discovered who it was he attacked him. For a minute you were stunned, then let it happen, but when it went too far, you screamed and did your best to get Arthur off him. When it was too late, you just looked at the face of the man who had essentially saved you from yourself. Then you looked at the man you trusted to never hurt you. It was the first time you ever felt betrayed by Arthur. And you had felt betrayed when he chose Linda, but that was nothing compared to this. Arthur looked at you pleadingly. You knew he hated himself for this act.

“Y/N, I-” You held up a hand to stop him. You just wiped his hands off with your kerchief and left.

You told Polly when you returned home, and she immediately went to Tommy so they could figure out how to make sure Arthur didn’t get arrested. You had left Arthur and hadn’t spoken to him. A few days passed and you were at the Garrison drinking. Arthur came in, having figured out everything, so it was back to business as usual. When he saw you his expression changed into something akin to desperation. He walked up to you in a way that was akin to a wild animal when you're trying to not scare it off.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Lead the way" you said, drinking the rest of your glass. He led you to his office.

"What do you need Arthur?" You didn't sound upset or have any malice in your tone, but you also didn't feel completely comfortable; you weren't sure what he wanted.

"I need you." He said it so simply you weren't sure you heard it right.

"What do you mean?"

"You're my best friend, I can't live without you and I can't live with you hating me." You sighed.

"I don't hate you Arthur. I've seen you kill before." He flinched at that. "But I don't hate you for killing him. I cared about him and I always will. He's my Linda" you tried to joke a little, make him feel better. The downside of knowing him so well was knowing quite literally how he felt. And it didn't feel good.

"You cared about him, and I hurt him. You fooking loved him and I killed him. You never hurt Linda and I cared about her". He was in anguish and you felt more sorry for him than yourself.

"Yes, you did. I loved him in some ways, and I will always love him in some ways but I never felt about him the way you do for Linda. It's not the same" you had sat next to him and taken his hand. He always did well when you took his hand. That was the case here. His breathing returned to normal, though the guilt never left his eyes.

"But I still killed him." He looked at his hands. "I- I never meant to kill him, I try to be good. But these hands, they belong to the devil." He withdrew them. "You shouldn't touch something so evil.". Before he could back away you quickly took hold of his hands again.

"No, they don't belong to the devil. Not anymore. These are your hands Arthur to do whatever you will with them." He looked at you with guilt but with a little hope too.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Then don't, simple as that." You looked at him fiercely. Truth was, you did care for the Quaker, but you would choose Arthur over everyone every time. You were upset, shocked, hurt, betrayed, but you forgave him.

"Simple as that, love?" He held tighter to you.

"Simple as that." You both stared at each other with intensity and love. You had always loved him and always would. He leaned in and kissed you, and though you had kissed before this one meant something. It said what words couldn't. You both would move on and he would be okay. But the kiss promised something more. You just had to figure out what.

Tommy had informed everyone he was holding a party and all the major guests would be there. You were physically sick to think Oswald Mosley would be in the same room as you, but you knew why he had to be there and you would play your part. It was also a good distraction for Arthur, as he was kept busy and didn't have time to focus on Linda. You had been busy helping Polly with all the details as well as Ada, and you had been in the group when Lizzie told Polly she slept with him. It only made you hate him more, that he would use your family like that. You were only held back by the promise that Tommy would be taking care of him soon. You had to keep reminding yourself of that otherwise you would have been in jail long ago.

“And this is-” Tommy started, after Mosely finished his little conversation with Lizzie.

“Y/N, yes I know. I have been waiting to be better acquainted with you.” He smuggly smirked, to what you could only assume was supposed to be flattery for you, and not the sick feeling it had.

“Hmm yes, well here I am.” Was all you could say.

“Here you are, and more beautiful than you picture gives credit for.”

“You have my picture?” You had no idea but were only slightly surprised since this guy was as creepy as they come. “Well, it must be hard being away from your wife. How is Lady Cynthia?” You pretended to mean it nicely, but everyone knew it was a dig, even him.

“She is fine, thank you. But she is not here and you are. I am sure we will have plenty of time to get more acquainted later.” Before allowing you to say anything else, he turned to Tommy, dismissing all the ladies. You were seething. You hated him, as much as anyone else in that room.

Eventually it was time for the performance, and you took a seat next to Arthur.

“You look wonderful tonight, Y/N.” He leaned over and whispered. You smiled, with a little blush. It wasn’t his first compliment on your appearance, but you were only human and appreciated any male paying you a compliment.

“Thank you Arthur, you look dashing yourself.” He just chuckled.

“I feel like a bull in a china shop. I’d much rather be in the Garrison having a drink.”

“Can I come too? You asked, teasing.

“Of course, I’d much prefer your company to being alone.” He smiled at you. You smiled back. You were so thankful for this man.

Not long into the performance, after checking out the ballerinas, Arthur had fallen asleep. You had thought about waking him up, but decided there wasn’t a point. No one was focusing on him and it was boring, so he would fall back asleep. You had even thought about putting your head on his shoulder and joining in his slumber, but knew better. Tommy had different ideas though, and had Michael wake Arthur up. You just smirked at his confused reaction. Making eye contact, he just winked at you, causing a few butterflies and got up and left. It had been awhile since he caused butterflies, and you were surprised and confused. Of course you had strong feelings for him, you would always love him, but you thought any romantic thoughts towards him were long gone. They came back every so often, but you didn’t know they had now. But the more you thought about it, the more you began to realize that maybe they never left. After all, you understood each other, and knew each other better than anyone, better than yourselves. You knew the good, bad and ulgy of him and knew you would always stick by him regardless, and he by you. Before you could think about it too long, you noticed the Shelby family exchanging looks; Polly was nowhere to be seen, Arthur had been gone awhile, and Tommy had gotten up. You did the same. You went to the front of the house, away from the party, only to hear some arguing. It sounded like a man and woman, and you quickly realized who it was. It was your favorite voice and your least favorite voice. Arthur and Linda. Your heart beat faster; you didn’t trust them alone. For good reason because though you hid, you could see Linda pointing a gun at Arthur. Why did you not have one on you?!

“He was a friend Arthur, just a friend” She half sobbed.

“Then why do you cry like an abandoned lover? You loved him, and I loved you.” Arthur said.

“He was a better man than you will ever be.”

“I know. That is why Y/N loved him. They were together and you hate the fact the man you left me for, loved the woman you hate. She is a better woman than you will ever be.” You were shocked to hear him say that. For the years Linda was around, he never defended you, he always chose Linda. No words could describe how wonderful it was to hear him say that, finally. It killed you each time he chose her.

“You loved her, you never chose me over her.” She spat at him. You wanted to jump out and tell her she was full of shit, but somehow you remained hidden.

“She is my best friend, of course I love her, but you are my wife.” Arthur was getting angry. She just pointed her gun at him, he stopped moving.

“No I am not, I haven’t been your wife for some time. You have kept me trapped for so long, I was free and you punished me yet again. Now it is your turn to be punished.” She cocked the gun. You jumped out.

“Linda!” You shouted. You were lucky it caused her to stop, and not shoot instead.

“Of course you are here!” She shrieked.

“I will always be here Linda. Why is that a surprise, and why are you upset? You don’t want to be here so why can’t I?” You saw the fury in her eyes. “He was my friend before yours. I lost someone too.” You could tell there was no way she could be reasoned with, even on her best day, but now it was useless. You just talked cause you wanted to get it out, and to distract her from her gun.

“You have ruined everything! I tried so hard to save him and you brought him closer to the devil. You corrupted a good man besides Arthur.”

“You say that because he didn’t want you? Or because he actually cared about me?” You taunted. It wasn’t smart but you didn’t care, you were angry.

“He cared about me!” She yelled. You could tell it killed her that the man she wanted had wanted you first. You smiled. She pointed her gun at you.

“Please Linda, stop!” Arthur sounded panicked. “The animal inside me, it comes out and I can’t stop it.”

She let out a breath, looking incredulous and done with him.

“May you peaky blinders all rot. In fucking hell!” a gunshot. You froze. Linda went down, and you felt cold. You looked around, saw Polly with a smoking gun, and Arthur was frozen to the spot. Everyone was frozen, seeing Polly shake holding the gun. You looked down, and saw blood rushing from your abdomen. Apparently Linda had shot you. The reality set in, and you looked toward the group.

“Arthur” You said, quietly. Then you fell. It was hard to stand, you didn’t know what to do, just put your hand to your stomach and felt warm blood. So this was what it felt like. You decided you didn’t like it.

“Y/N!” he shouted and rushed to you. He fell to the ground grasping you. You just looked at him, unable to speak. You could tell your body was shutting down. Lizzie ran to you as well, while Tommy grabbed Linda and yelled something about doing the same to Arthur. He looked tormented but grabbed you and ran into the house.

“Stay awake, don’t you quit on me!” Arthur shouted at you. You did your best to keep your eyes open, but it was hard. Polly must have come to her senses, as she began pouring alcohol on your stomach. The burn sent a shock through your whole system and you were able to scream. Arthur had clung to you harder.

“Stay with me, Y/N, I can’t live without you!” He sobbed. You were fading, but clung to the sound of his voice. Somewhere in the background you could hear them talking about Linda, helping her. You had lost a lot of blood, but by the pain you could tell the bullet had been lodged on the side of your stomach, probably not hitting anything major and you were thankful. You were thankful they were quick, as they already were bandaging you up. But your sense of time was off. However, you had some feeling in your hand, and used it to squeeze Arthur’s hand. This caused him to sob. You closed your eyes.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but based on the scene in front of you, it had to be the same night. Linda was waking up as well, and you saw the bandage on her arm. You were disappointed that Polly hadn’t killed her. Arthur turned around and saw you trying to sit up.

“Take it slow, love, don’t want to bleed again.” He rushed to you, and held you, helping you get to a seated position. You just clung to him.

“I need to work on my aim apparently.” You heard Linda say.

“So does Polly. You are lucky I didn’t have a gun, if I did we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” You told her, trying to hide the pain. You looked at Arthur, and he immediately knew what you needed. He passed you a bottle, and helped you drink it. Linda scoffed.

“I loved you Linda. I thought I wouldn’t be able to live with you. You consumed me and I was inconsolable. Y/N helped me get through it. You should have shot me, I deserved it, not Y/N. And if you had shot me, I would still probably find something redeemable about you. But now, you are dead to me, and I will be the first one to allow anyone to come after you. I never want to see you again.” He spat at her. You were shocked. You had never heard him say anything this bad about or to her. You liked it.

“Living is a far worse fate for you than death. But when you do die, may you rot in hell, Arthur Shelby.”

“I’ll see you there.” He glared at her with his terrifying glare. Even you had been afraid of it on occasion.

“Linda” She looked at you. “You messed with the wrong family. No matter what you do, where you go, we will find you. We will make sure your life is hell, and when it is time, I will be the one to send you there. That is a promise.” You meant it. She knew it. It was the first time you saw her look afraid of you. But she didn’t have Arthur to hide behind anymore. She screwed herself. With nothing left to do or say, she just left. For the first time since she arrived, you let out a breath.

“How are you, love?” Arthur quickly turned his attention back to you. You just looked at everyone.

“I feel like I’ve been fucking shot.” This earned a few smirks.

“This is yours, it’s a badge of honor, your first.” Tommy handed you the bullet. You took it in your hand, and looked it over.

“God willing, I will give this right back to that bitch.”

“And I will make sure you never go down for it.” Tommy looked at you and you knew that no matter what, he would take care of you. Arthur held you a little tighter.

“We should get back to the party.” Polly said.

“Thank you for saving my life Pol,” You said. You weren’t great with words, like Arthur, but when you felt better you would try to do a better job thanking everyone. She just nodded and smiled, shooing everyone from the room leaving you and Arthur alone.

“I thought I almost lost you.” Arthur said, relieved.

“You almost did. But I wasn’t ready to leave yet. So you are stuck with me a little longer.” You tried to tease.

“Good. I never want to not be stuck.” He half smiled. Once again intense, he said, “When I thought you might die, it made me realize something. I knew I wanted to be with you forever, but not in the same way as I feel now. Death can change priorities, or reveal them I guess.” He looked down.

“What are you saying Arthur?”

“I am saying fuck Linda.” You tried to laugh but it hurt. “Sorry love, take it easy.” Once you had taken some breaths and were okay, he continued. “I am saying we have been friends for forever and I thought I had feelings for you sometime, but I never realized they went away.” You were surprised to say the least.

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Thanks to @jenoramaca @gryffindorhealer and @secretkeeper13 for the quick beta work!

A gift for my beloved @ginisbetterthanfirewhiskey.

CW: Language and domestic fluff

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Trying

From the second he walks through the door, Harry can sense that something’s changed. It takes him thirty minutes to suss out why.

In retrospect, the smells coming from the kitchen probably tipped him off. Or maybe it was Ginny’s distracted hum, followed by the tinkling of plates and cutlery. Perhaps it was the fact that she prepared a full dinner, long before he even got home.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t worry about it too much as he greets her with a kiss, his hands cupping her chin. When he sits across from her at the table, there’s something furtive and curious lurking behind her eyes, but their meal is so peppered with normalcy that he doesn’t bring it up. They banter and laugh about Luna and Robards and wonder what they’ll bring to the Burrow on Sunday.

But when they’ve reached the stage of chasing stray noodles around their plates, Ginny finally clears her throat… and just like that, the nearly imperceptible shift he’d sensed earlier turns into something very perceptible, indeed. “Can I erm. Talk to you about something?”

He pauses, mid-bite, and takes her in. Her lip’s worried between her teeth, her hands fidgeting. Even her hair, normally strewn about her shoulders or parted to the side with a sort of effortless grace, is tied back and resting low at the base of her neck.

Ginny’s not normally this… serious. And he’d be lying to say it didn’t frighten him.

So he blurts the first thing that comes to mind. “Who died?”

There’s a half-second pause in which his chest clenches, his stomach churns. Could it be Molly? Or Arthur? George hasn’t been great either, not that—

But Ginny just reels back, confused… and it’s not until then that Harry realizes he’s really, really misread something.

“I… w-what?” she stammers, brow furrowing. She peers at him for a pained moment before her face relaxes into a look of understanding. “Oh. Oh! For fuck’s sake,” she mutters, rubbing her forehead. “I guess I’m thicker than usual, should’ve known you’d read it that way.”

Harry snorts. “Erm… darling, as many things as I legitimately don’t understand, I’m fairly sure this one isn’t on me.”

Ginny ignores this. “Did you seriously think that something dreadful happened and I’d just spring that on you in the middle of your bolognese?” Her lips twitch into a smirk. “Here’s some pasta. By the way, a fire burned a puppy orphanage to the ground. Could you pass the salt?”

He gives her a plain stare. Nice try. Years ago, he might’ve taken the bait and chased her down that rabbit hole. They might’ve had an hour-long, spirited debate on the existence of puppy-specific orphanages. But after three years of marriage, he knows better.

And she knows he knows.

Ginny finally draws a resigned breath. “No,” she says slowly. “No one died, ok? Or is even… I don’t know, sick or infirmed or threatened.” She waves her hand and continues babbling. “Last I checked, even Muriel’s still going strong, somehow. I’m jealous of that, you know— being old enough to just say whatever the fuck you’d like and have no one question it because—”

“—Ginny,” he cuts across on an exasperated sigh. “As chuffed as I am to chat about Muriel all night, I’d really like to know what’s bothering you. Please?”

There’s another pause as she bites her lip. Then, in one swift motion, she attempts to rise to her feet and push her chair in on her way over to him.

But somewhere along the way, something gets crossed— and Harry watches in bewildered horror as her foot catches on the leg of the chair. Then, right in front of his eyes, she lets out a startled gasp, her arms flailing, before she lands with a thump.

He’s out of his seat and on the floor beside her before he even realizes she’s cried out in pain and surprise. “Are you ok?” he demands, pushing her jeans up around her ankle… her tricky ankle, the one she hurt rather badly at the playoffs last month. Hm. It's a bit red.

Honestly, she hasn’t been this clumsy since she was 10 years old and near a butter dish. This does nothing to alleviate his fears that there’s something Very Wrong.”

“It’s not even my ankle that hurts,” Ginny grits, pushing up on her palms. “Wait— Harry, what are you—”

“Need to ask Gwenog,” he says urgently, running to the other side of the table for his wand. “She said that if anything happens to your ankle to tell her straight away, remember? Better safe than—”

She scoffs. “Seriously, Harry, I’m fine! I didn’t even land on my—”

He arches an eyebrow. “Have you suddenly forgotten the Puddlemere match? When your ankle broke clean through the skin?” Even now, the memory makes him shudder. “You heard Gwenog— without magic, you might not have walked again.”

“But there was magic,” she says, almost pleading. “And seriously, I’m fine!”

Harry finds he has limited patience for her heroics, though, while she’s sprawled out on the floor and nursing a bruise on her arse. “Gwenog’s instructions were quite clear,” he says firmly. “Having a pro athlete as a wife is a group task. It’s taxing on your body. I’ve got to make sure there’s enough of you left to enjoy our lives.”

Ginny clears her throat. “Erm… but what if you… haven’t actually got a pro athlete as a wife. Technically speaking.”

Harry swallows. He’s sure he’s heard her wrong. “What?”

With a wince, she adjusts herself against the wall. “I’m sorry… this isn’t how I’d planned to tell you. I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I?”

Normally, Harry might press a bit harder. Normally he’d demand answers— and now. But as he peers at her on the floor, there’s something soft and uncertain behind her eyes… something timid. So he decides to do something he knows he’s good at— something she doesn’t let many other people do: take care of her.

With a sigh, he scoops her from the floor and brings her to the sofa. Then he props her against the pillows, putting her legs across his lap.

And he waits.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there, peering at her downcast face, before she finally says it in a rush.

“Iwanttohaveababy.”

It comes on a whisper. A breathed admission. He knows, just from her expression, that she’s never said it aloud.

But he must have misunderstood. There’s no way he’s not projecting, inserting the reality he wants instead. “Could you… could you repeat that?” he manages, his voice gruff and shaken.

Ginny just sits up straighter; her cheeks as red as her hair. “I want to have a baby,” she repeats, the confidence building with every word.

Oh. Looks like he was right after all.

Harry blinks at the carpet, his head spinning, mortified with the tears that have sprung, unbidden, to the corners of his eyes.

A baby. Their baby. A smile plays at his lips as he stares at her ankle in distracted bliss. He’s been ready for ages… longer than anyone he knows. It’s hard to remember a time when he didn’t want a family with her. When he didn’t want to watch her grow and change. To become more beautiful with every passing day until…

He swallows back another round of tears; he’d never forgive himself if he forced this… if he swayed her, in any way, despite what he wants so badly it squeezes his insides.

“But what about quidditch?” His voice cracks; he clears his throat to cover it. “Honestly Ginny, I’ll wait, as long as you’d like. We’re young. Think of what you’d deal with, loads of assumptions and press and comments.”

She turns to him with an arched brow. “And since when have I ever cared about comments? Since when have you cared about comments?”

He spreads his palms in resignation; it was a particularly weak argument. “I know. I just… don’t want to make your life more difficult.”

“Well...” She draws a deep breath and peers down at her nails. “I’ve erm. Actually quit the Harpies, all by myself.” Her cheeks begin to redden again. “I’ve already sent the owl and everything. Resigned. No intent to return next season.”

Oh.

That’s what she meant, then, about not being married to a professional athlete. Harry blinks a few more times as she plows through an explanation that could honestly be something from a dream.

“I’ve… I’ve just been thinking about it. A lot,” she adds, focus returning to her cuticles. “The Harpies are out for the rest of the season— that fucking Puddlemere match and that bullshit ref.” She glares at the pillow to her right. “Nothing like blind favoritism. Fucking prick should’ve been fired!”

All Harry can manage is a feeble chuckle, his hand moving to caress her knee. This time, he can’t bring himself to stop her spiral.

“Maybe it’s not just that match, though,” she admits, rubbing her ankle. “It’s also just… so much bloody work. I’ve been at it three whole seasons, you know? I’m a bit tired of missing birthdays. And family events. And only dreaming of bludgers and snitches. And attending the mandatory press interviews to avoid getting fined, and then giving polite answers to personal questions when I really just want to hex them, and—”

Harry laughs. “I think Sandra Richardson might disagree about the polite answers bit, darling.”

Ginny gives a dignified sniff and continues as if she hasn’t heard him. “Annnyway,” she says, toying with a piece of lint. “I… feel like I’m ready to move on. So.” Her face splits into a grin as she gestures to the corridor. “On with it.”

He clears his throat. “As much as I’d love to take you up on that, I’m confused about how this relates to quitting your job. You could’ve kept playing. Or—”

“—Why is it so hard to believe this is something I want?”

There’s a beat. He doesn’t have a good answer.

“What if I wanted to quit before I got pregnant?” she continues, her tone growing more demanding. “What if I was done with playing, regardless — and genuinely wanted to have children? Your children.”

She lets out an incredulous laugh, tossing her hands in the air. “I have to say, Harry, this feels an awful lot like you’re doubting what I actually want to fit a narrative of what you think I want.” Her eyes narrow again. “Is that really respecting my wishes?”

“No,” he says quickly, shaking his head. He’d never thought about it like that before… how it might be insulting, really, to question what she’s ready for. He laces their fingers together, feeling properly chastened. “I’m sorry. I never meant to… suggest you don’t know what you want. Or something.”

He hears the timid smile in her voice as she squeezes his hand back. “Do you still want a baby, then?” she asks. “Or are you just in it for the practice?”

A smile creeps across his face, his eyes still focused on her hands. “I… think you know the answer to that one.”

“Well, I’m not sure I do,” Ginny says flatly. “Because I just told someone who wants two million babies that I’m ready to carry his first child. Forgive me if I expected a bit more excited fanfare than acting like I drowned your kitten.”

“What’s with you and baby animals today?” he murmurs, inching her pant leg a bit higher.

“Wonder why I’ve got babies on the brain,” she quips, raising her eyebrows. “Maybe because I want one.”

Harry releases a resigned sigh. She’s clearly done playing. “Honestly…” He bites his lip. “If you’re sure that’s what you want, I’m obviously on board. Obviously.” His eyes flit to hers. “I just… I don’t want to be responsible for something you end up regretting.”

It’s the truth of the matter, really; the thing that tugs at him the hardest. The fear he’d ever burden her… the worry he’d ever make her less than happy.

Ginny gives him a small smile, her hand coming to cup his jaw. “I’m going to take that as a weird, sad Harry thing instead of an attempt to remove my womanly agency.” She narrows her eyes. “But that’s your final warning.”

Harry doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s on his feet in a split-second, gathering her into his arms with the stupidest grin he’s ever worn. Trying. Is that what they call this? Are they actually properly trying now?

“Get used to this,” she says as he strides into the bedroom. “Because once you knock me up— on purpose, mind— I’m going to request a lot more transportation.”

“I think I can live with that,” Harry murmurs against her lips, draping her across the bed.

And to avoid a well-deserved slap, he doesn’t say the final bit: As long as you can live with me.

#harry/ginny #harry/ginny fanfic #hinny #harry potter #harry and ginny

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING STRAY KIDS A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lee Felix

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Felix gets very shy whenever he’s affectionate with you. He’ll cling to you, especially when there’s no one else around. He’s incredibly cuddly and loves to be held by you, but when it comes to being around other people, he’ll tend to be much more reserved.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You gravitated towards Felix as soon as you met him because he was quite shy. You were desperate to encourage him to come out of his shell and feel comfortable around you which also meant he warmed to you well. He found himself feeling very relaxed around you very quickly, in amongst big crowds, he liked to have you with him as a bit of a safety blanket.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

He was quite nervous to confess his feelings to you because he was terrified that you wouldn’t feel the same way. In the end he turned to Chan for a bit of advice, who had spotted from the moment the two of you met that there was an instant attraction there. With Chan’s advice he pulled you aside one night to tell you how he felt, you could tell he was nervous, but as soon as you admitted to him how you felt too, his nerves disappeared.

D ⇴ DATES

Prepare for a lot of dates revolving around food, I’d love to tell you Felix wouldn’t be the cliché boyfriend who cooked you brownies and cookies, but he most definitely would. If he’s not in the mood for cooking, he likes to head out and do something physical so he can show off to you. If he’s honest, he doesn’t mind where your dates are, sometimes just the two of you being at the dorm together is enough for him. Just being in your company is enough, he’s never going to expect too much of you or your dates.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Dating had never been of any interest to Felix until he met you. Sure, he had female friends in Korea and Australia, but he never saw anything romantic with them. So much of his attention had been on trying to establish his career that he chose to just wait for love to find him. He never imagined that it would find him so young and so quickly, that was until he met you. He was keen to keep a lot of your relationship private, not just out of fear, but also because it was new to him, and he still had a lot to learn before anyone found out about you both.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

If there’s one person who will never fight with you, it’s Felix. He simply doesn’t have a bad bone in his body. Any hint of conflict will make him anxious; he’ll tend to cower away before anything can even remotely blow up. He always makes sure to treat you well, even if there are times when he’ll disagree with you, he’ll listen to your opinion and try to understand before politely telling you how he feels. There are very few times that Felix will even give you the chance to argue with him, he’s far too relaxed and nervous for you to get angry with.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You knew straight away how important his family were to him and how desperate they were for him to find someone to look after him so far away. What mattered most to Felix was that his sisters instantly took a liking to you, their seal of approval was so important to him, so to see them happy meant he was happy too.

H ⇴ HOME

At times he struggled to feel at home still in South Korea, and the dorm was his safe haven to escape from it all. He’d made it clear to you that he was in no rush to move out of the dorm, which you were more than happy to acknowledge, but eventually he knew that he was keen to find a place just for the two of you to call home.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He was so nervous the night he told you he loved you for the first time. Felix had always wanted to be the one to say it first, but he never anticipated it would make him as shy as it did. As soon as the words left his lips, he buried himself into the crook of your neck refusing to look at you. Your hand had to pull his face away from you so eventually you could meet his eyes and peck his lips.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Felix is very much aware he’s not the loudest person in the room, which means he tends to back away from situations. He’s not one to be very obvious about his jealousy, but you can tell when he slips away from a conversation or starts nervously playing with his hands that he’s feeling jealous. He’ll never confront a situation if he’s worried about it, but he knows you’re too attentive to let him feel jealous for too long. You’ll soon find him and reassure him in any situation that there’s nothing for him to worry about.

K ⇴ KIDS

The two of you were far too young to even entertain serious discussions about having a family, but that didn’t stop the two of you having plenty of late-night chats about the future, and that included children. You both soon realised you shared similar dreams of what your future would look like, which of course, excited you both. Whilst there was still a long way to go before you reached that stage in your life, it was still exciting to talk about.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Whenever Felix got nervous, he’d always laugh, he just couldn’t help himself. You loved to listen to the deep sounds of his laughter, as he too loved to make you love. There wasn’t much either of you could do that wouldn’t make the other laugh, you were naturally very giggly people which led to carnage whenever the two of you were together. He loved to hear your laughter, it was his favourite sound in the world, just like the dorm, whenever he was feeling on edge, your laughter would be the comfort he needed to feel like himself again.

M ⇴ MISSING

He’d gotten used to being away from his family for so long that the feeling of missing someone went away. That was until he met you again and all those feelings came flooding back. As with his jealousy, he tended to go very quiet when he was struggling without you, which Chan would pick up on first. He didn’t like to text you, so he tended to wait until the late night or early morning to just call you instead, sometimes it worked better for him, but other times he hated waiting for so long to speak to you. There never really felt like a right way to get over missing you, but he knew he had no choice but to get on with things.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

He’ll tend to be very sweet with his nicknames, ‘sugar,’ or, ‘flower,’ are two of his favourites. For you, you’ll usually call him, ‘koala,’ or something related to home as you know how much it cheers him up to hear little reminders of Australia.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He’s obsessed with your smile, just like fans are obsessed with his. He loves to compare beauty marks and dimples with you, not to mention the happiness that warms him whenever he knows that you’re happy.

P ⇴ PDA

His nickname of koala certainly comes to play in regard to PDA, he loves to cling to you and receive your affection. He doesn’t necessarily kiss you all the time, but sometimes a hug is the most important thing in the world to him. He’ll definitely be quieter when you’re in public however, so prepare for him to make up for that in private.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

The question Felix will ask of you the most if you’re alright. He’s very concerned with you and taking care of you; he’ll never talk about himself until he’s asked everything, he can about you.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACT

If you ever feeling down, Felix’s voice is the one thing he knows will cheer you up. He loves to do impressions and deepen his voice to bring a smile to your face, it’s something no one else knows that you do. You couldn’t help but be drawn to his voice when you first met him, and he knew that too, so he loved to play on it and make sure that he got whatever it was he wanted from you.

S ⇴ SEX

Nothing changes when it comes to intimate moments, Felix is still a shy and blushed mess. He’s not quite sure how you manage to have the effect on him that you do, but he makes sure to show you just how much you mean to him during moments like these. He’s very loving, attentive, the perfect gentleman as ever, taking great care of you.

T ⇴ TEXTS

If he needs you, Felix will tend to just call you, texts from him are rare. You know that he doesn’t need much if he texts, for even the smallest things he’ll usually still call you so that he can hear your voice and multitask.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

There were many times when Felix knew he felt the weight of the world, only when he was with you did, he really felt at ease. You were the perfect distraction that he needed for when times got tough and life got busy.

V ⇴ VACATION

The chance for the two of you to go away with each other rarely came around, but whenever he had the time for a break, you desperately push for the two of you to head to Australia. You were incredibly keen for him to be able to visit his family whenever he got the chance, plus you knew it would score you a few brownie points with his family too.

W ⇴ WHINING

Felix doesn’t tend to whine too much, but if he really is desperate for your attention then he’ll let you know he wants it.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He’s much more of a cuddler than a kisser, so whenever he decides to kiss you, treat it like a very special occasion. He’ll usually kiss against your cheek and neck, the perfect places for him to reach when he’s cuddling you. Rest assured however, first thing in the morning and last thing at night he’ll always make sure to kiss you properly whilst reminding you that he loves you very much.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his everything, the support that he always needed, even if he pretended not to.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He’ll cling to you all night whilst the two of you sleep, he loves the physical connection of knowing someone is beside him. Not to mention the fact it always helps you to sleep too feeling his arms grip tightly around your frame.

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venivivividi · 3 years

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headcAnon ✨ here! How great were the Rosa and Michael moments?! And Jones is Michael’s dad! He and Alex should start a support group. I wanted to ask if you have any headcanons about Michael and Alex and fatherhood. If you think they ever thought about it and what. What kind of parents they would be. If you think they will have kids in the future. Adoption or using a surrogate or some other alien option. Maybe dog or cat children also or instead.

I know, right?? They definitely speak the same language even when they disagree with each other. Also, I have a feeling that Michael has taken to send Rosa every picture of a dolphin he finds online with the same commentary: "look. it's you ahaha" I love them.

Oooh, fatherhood, you say? What a wonderful topic to tackle after the latest episodes...

I have to say, I tend to separate what I think realistically would happen, informed by canon, vs what I'd like for them to be in my headcanons, and to this day we canonically know:

Michael has thought about fatherhood: this is something he wants in his future and has dreamed about in the past; we learn this in two separate occasions, in 2x10 when he offers to father Isobel's child and in 2x11 when he tells Flint he wanted to start a dad band.

We have zero insight on Alex's thoughts on matter: we know his childhood was not a happy one, his relationship with his father is extremely negative and his entire family's dynamic is skewed, unhealty. That could reasonably push him towards two completely opposite directions: either he wants nothing to do with kids and a "traditional" family, deemes himself unsuited for fatherhood or he wants to somehow "avenge" his lost childhood and create the happiest family in the world, proving to himself that he can and will be a good father. Either could be and anything in between, honestly. (I'm not gonna delve into that but let's also remember that Alex grew up in a reality where gay marriage was not legal until he was like 23 and adoption was a pipe dream even after that, so that has clearly influenced his mindset even without considering the military of it all)

But for the sake of the HCs, I choose to believe that Alex is at least open to the idea of having children:

I dont think this is something they would go for very early in their relationship. They've had such a turmoiled past, they overcame every possible obstacle so that once everything settles down, they just enjoy each other's company for a while. They still can't believe they just get to be together without jumping through hoops.

As far as pets are concerned, you heard it from Mimi first: a beagle is written in Alex's future. But first, he tries to convince Michael to get a reptile. You remember Willow, his pet lizard? She was so cuute, Micheal, it's basically zero maintenance (completely false, but hes' trying) and it's so cool to have a lizard, c'mon.

Michael, as we know, is incapable of looking Alex in the eyes and deny him something. But it takes one google search for him to veto Project Lizard. There is no way he's allowing a lizard in his house after learning what they need to be fed. Also, lizards escape their enclosure. No thank you, the same night he learned too much about it he had a nightmare about waking up to a lizard stuck to his curls. Always protect the curls. No lizard.

Alex pouts. A lot.

Once the beagle settles in the truck ready to go to his forever home, Alex stops pouting. (and Michael starts because Alex is now cuddling the beagle at night. woe is Michael.)

As this thing usually go, Michael is instead adopted by a kitten, one of those impossibly small black balls of fur. Their first encounter at the junkyard went disturbingly High Noon, but after they claimed each other, the kitten is now stealing Michael's body heat and Michael is stealing all the cuddles Alex is so rudely denying him in favor of *scoffs* The Beagle.

Speaking of Sanders' Auto, once Rosa(...linda) starts picking up stray kids and unexplicably bringing them to Michael, it comes to be a place where kids who need to escape orbit around: with Sander's blessing, Michael always finds some easy work for them to do and earn some money, and when a couple of them seem truly interested, a question here and a question there quickly turns into a Michael Guerin lesson on mechanics. Those of them who are not interested, are free to just hang around as long as they dont wreak havoc or make a mess out of the place.

The thing is, Michael is completely unaware of the irony in all of that. Sanders is not, and he just hangs around smirking to himself about how much of a grumpy old man Michael is shaping up to be and laughing at history repeating itself and things like that.

It takes Isobel talking about them as Michael's junkyard children for Alex to bring the topic up. I mean, Michael is basically already doing it, and if they start fostering teens they could give some of them the happy childhood Michael never got. After that, not every kid who passes through the junkyard stays with them but some of them do, and some of them keep hanging around even after aging out of the system.

There is a panicked moment after their first foster kid gives him the silent treatment, where Alex runs to Greg for guidance; Greg has to politely remind him that he's an elementary school teacher, and his 16 years old kid might not react with the same energy to glitter glue and a happy song, so he has to figure out a different way.

Eventually they start to foster smaller kids too, and of course sometimes it's sad when they have to go and the house feels empty, but they always try and remember: it's not for them, it's for the kids. And during those nights The Beagle™ needs to find cuddles in the now domesticated ball of fur, because Michael is in very big need of a snuggle that Alex is more than happy to provide. It's how he recharges too, after all.

As far as their parenting style, Michael's a lost cause: he is incapable of not spoiling the kids because, why deny them the little joys if there's no harm in it, right? They deserve them. But he also realize the kids need structure, and he is pretty no-nonsense about it, also because, on the other hand, Alex is very much afraid of being the strict parent. It's a new chapter with every new kid, as every instance of parenting is, but the baseline of a good home is always there: love and safety.

I also can't seem to decide whether Michael would be the kind of hip parent who knows all about the youngsters culture, uses the correct terms and shares the right memes or the most embarassing dad who watches instagram reels about tiktoks and is always six months behind the last big thing. But I feel there's no in between.

Alex, sadly, despite being a cyber intelligence specialist, still mourns last.fm and that tells you everything you need to know.

Somewhere down the line, once they've collectively bought enough land to build a communeplace for all of them to live together while still maintaining a semblance of privacy (Isobel's broad interpretation of boundaries has not changed, sadly), the possibility of a full Oasian becomes a reality. The thing is, this is not just Isobel's baby, this is the podsquad baby, the triad's baby. Isobel and Michael might be the biological donors, but this is their baby.

As you can easily imagine, this is the most spoiled baby ever, because each one of them expect the others to be stern, when in reality, the baby has them all wrapped around their little fingers, and this is without powers, yet.

The first time Alex holds the baby he is completely overwhelmed: they seem so tiny, so fragile, but when he gently strokes his thumb on their forehead, they open their big, staring eyes, and everything else disappears.

Michael, you ask? Ooh, Michael is gloating. He never thought he could have half a thing in his life and now he has everything. He also self-appoints himself as the defender of the baby's curls: that entails slapping the hand of everyone that tries to play with a lock of hair to make it bounce. Do you know how annoying that can be? Leave the baby alone.

Of course, Michael is also a little shit and as soon as the baby starts talking and figuring out a way of calling them all, he tries to make them refer to Max as grandpa, to the utter hilarity of Liz and the total indignation of Max. He has yet to succeed, but the baby's still young, so Only time will tell.

#thank you again for your patience!!#headcAnon ✨#Roswell New Mexico #malex #Michael Guerin #Alex Manes #rnm hc*#*#rnm*

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