#tagging that one because you all are going to be overjoyed when you learn about this series

[evilphrog]

My fellow American He Who Fights With Monsters fans, I need to share with you the following realization:

Garry Lyon is an Australian football player. Between this, Phoebe Geller, the Shabs, and Shade, I am starting to think Jason's translation power works by translating Pallimustus names into whatever Jason's subconscious thinks would be funniest.

Anyways, those of you following me for Discworld would love this book series. Wacky fantasy adventures, social commentary, hidden puns within puns, a sprawling universe full of complex characters that grow and change over time, and slapstick gags followed by gut-wrenching tragedy followed by fart jokes.

[aakeysmash]

okokok, so. idk if you write for megumi, buuuttt:

secret relationship au! between megumi and reader; resulting in them having to reveal the secret because:

"gojo sees through all of megumi’s lies and actually finds out that megumi and reader are dating each other"

(i love coming up with these)

You open your locker after finishing up your training lesson to get some water. You're surprised when a folded piece of paper comes out of it, but you hurry nonetheless to pick it up and make it seem like you dropped something out of your hands instead. You put it in your pocket just in time, because you suddenly feel a strong arm draping over your shoulders.

"Hey, you!"

Looking up you find Yuuji grinning and Nobara just behind him, waving gently at you before smacking the pink haired male on the back of his head. He winces and immediately starts running.

"Learn what it means to give people personal space, you idiot!" she screams, chasing him down the hallway with her hammer in her hand, ready to strike him. You sigh, smiling at their antics.

You turn around to close your locker door, when you find a figure right next to it and you blush.

"Hey," mumbles Megumi, shily lifting a corner of his mouth.

"Hey, handsome," you answer, watching if anyone is near you before kissing him lightly on his cheek. You and Megumi have gotten together quite recently, and you both agreed on not making your relationship known, both for your own peace of mind and for saving the annoyance you'd have to deal with from your friends. You walk beside each other, going toward professor Gojo's classroom while having small talk: he asks you how you're feeling, how training went and what he can do to help your sore muscles feel better.

"Did- did you read the note, by the way?" he asks, avoiding your gaze and scratching behind his red ears.

"Oh, you put that in there? I still have-"

"If it isn't my two favorite students coming in late! Come in, come in!" a booming voice says behind both of you, startling you. You hear Megumi clicking his tongue at the sound of Gojo's nagging, while you resort to chuckle behind your hand. You sit down at your desk, which is the furthest from Megumi's one, when you feel a pair of piercing blue eyes staring at you. A shiver runs up your spine and you realize you've never felt more intimidated, incapable of moving and scrutinized than how you're feeling right now.

"Do you have something to share with the class, Megumi? Maybe something about one of your classmates?" you hear Gojo singing from the teacher's desk. You widen your eyes, your head snapping toward your boyfriend's inscrutable face.

"No, professor."

"Not even the love letter you so graciously wrote to our sweet yn?"

And that's how you're forced to reveal your not-so-secret relationship in front of an overjoyed and jumping Yuuji and a pained Nobara, who not even so quietly tells you that if you ever need a psychologist she knows a good one.

read the tags!! thank you anon for sending me this prompt, it was def out of my comfort zone lol

[kykyonthemoon]

Full Moon

You’re on the mission to approach a target at a banquet, and that’s all it takes to drive him crazy.

This is the second part (Caleb & Sylus) to the story Moonlit (Rafayel, Xavier & Zayne).

── .✦ Character (Caleb, Sylus) x Female Reader|MC

♡︎. Tags: R16, MDNI, suggestive themes, possessive, marking and biting, established relationship (Caleb's part), making out in deserted public space, no y/n as always

♡︎. Word count: 2k5

♡︎. Ky Ky's note: This is a special fic for Seremoon, or also known as Mid Autumn Festival.

Header images from LittleBunnyCC

── .✦ Masterlist ♡ Request a fic - currently closed.

Caleb

The celebration had already begun when you entered the vast hall. You arrived at Skyhaven on a covert mission, and your target was there in front of you. After a while, using some of your tricks, you were able to learn a lot of useful information. While conversing with enthusiasm, boasting about your identity to earn the target's confidence, your gaze wandered across the hall, beyond the group of individuals dancing. Standing there was a very recognizable face. Those amethyst eyes had also discovered you. At that moment, surprise and confusion appeared on both faces.

Why was Caleb there? You wondered. You assumed he was on a mission far away. Despite your heart's desire to go to him right away, the mission at hand prevented you from doing so. Thus you spent another half an hour pretending to laugh and getting close to the strange man - your target - while your gaze inevitably shifted to Caleb on the other side. He donned a pilot uniform and looked awfully handsome that night, as opposed to the other guests' formal attire. You had seen him dressed like that before, but seeing him among his colleagues, in his own work environment, was the first time. Needless to say, you were astonished and overwhelmed. Your eyes were focused on him, to the point that the person next to you had to call you a few times to get some of your attention back.

Aside from indulging your eyes and letting them appreciate Caleb's professional elegance, you suddenly felt terrible. You arrived at Skyhaven without telling him in advance, yet you still seemed to be overjoyed to be with this stranger. Caleb was still discreetly watching you from the other side of the hall, sometimes drinking and conversing with the other guests. But you knew he was also focused on you. He did not go over to greet you because he assumed you had something important to do there, which was true. You would explain to him when you returned home.

After gathering all of the necessary details, you refused a dance and walked out of the banquet hall. Outside, you encountered a path leading into a green maze submerged in a thin layer of clouds. The full moon poured golden nectar onto your figure as you clicked inside.

You immediately felt as if you were being followed. Your pace became hurried as the black shadow got closer to you. You needed to cut off the person who was following you first. However, after strolling for a bit, you found yourself lost. You used your skills to gradually advance into the heart of the maze, where you could hear rippling water. When you arrived, the black shadow emerged from the opposite side as well.

Under the moonlight, that person's face became more visible.

"Caleb?" Before you could exhale in contentment that it was Caleb, you observed his grim countenance. He was not pleased to discover you here, unannounced.

You suddenly realized that you had just fallen into real danger.

“Are you going to just leave without saying a word to me?” Caleb stopped walking a short distance away from you.

“Ah, well… Hello, Caleb…” You mumbled. “I thought you were busy with the guests at the party so I didn't bother you… I came for a mission. It's over now… See you later, then?”

You hesitated before turning your heel. Immediately, you felt a powerful force tighten around your hand. Looking down, you noticed the silver bracelet around your wrist pulling you in one direction. Your back quickly collided with the wall made of plants from the maze. Your hand was securely restrained in the lifted posture, while the other attempted to remove the bracelet but failed.

You stared at Caleb, who was steadily approaching you.

"Let me go, Caleb!" You yelled out.

"As you wish." He responded with a smirk. The force on your wrist lessened and vanished, but he immediately put his massive hand against yours, locking it hard. Caleb's other hand was around your waist, forcing you towards him.

"But first, you owe me an explanation."

You swiftly gazed into Caleb's eyes before carefully pushing him away.

"Stop fooling around. I already told you, I'm here for a mission..."

“And you're wearing this to go on a mission?” Caleb growled. He peered at you in a dark gown with exposed shoulders and a chest cut so deep that just by lowering his head, he could easily see all the delights from your body revealed under the moon. 

“This… Tara chose it for me!” You moved her free hand to conceal the flesh that felt hot beneath Caleb's intense gaze. Your cheeks were crimson under his heated breath, which smelled faintly of alcohol. But he was not drunk, and neither were you. That was why it felt a little embarrassing standing here with him, in this romantic pose you could only see in movies.

Caleb took your hand and clutched it firmly. "Dammit! Let me see you." He grumbled softly. You stopped resisting and glanced up at him. The moon cast a beautiful halo over his hair and back, but you had never seen him so aggressive before. As if he was jealous.

"I won't ever interfere with your missions," Caleb remarked after a lengthy silence. "But at the very least, tell me what you're doing. I do not like seeing my girl having fun with someone else."

"I'm sorry…" You murmured. "Because I thought you were on a distant mission, I didn't want to make you worry…"

"Seeing you here in such a seductive gown doesn't make me worry any less, right?" Caleb frowned. His breathing became heavy, causing a burning sensation in your neck and shoulders. He squeezed his body into yours, pushing you deeper into the soft wall of leaves that supported you from behind.

Then, Caleb began kissing you. Unlike usual, the kiss was much more urgent and intense. He softly nipped your lower lip before pulling away, leaving a tiny silver thread under the enchanted moonlight connecting the two of you. Before you could say anything, he continued kissing you. On your neck, on your shoulder. Wherever the moonlight touched you, he left a trail of red kisses, as if terrified that if he did not leave his imprint on you, someone else might steal you away.

You shuddered in response to Caleb's sudden and fierce attack. He was not his normal compassionate self, but somehow you were drawn to the possessive side of Caleb. When he drew away to gather his breath, your fingers ran lightly into the knot on his tie around his neck, loosening it and drawing him closer. 

In the maze, Caleb and you together, immersed in the light of the full moon.

Sylus

You traveled to N109 Zone to carry out a secret mission. Of course, at the lavish party, you were an uninvited guest. But you were welcomed there because of the brooch on your chest, which featured a raven grasping a ruby. Since Sylus had given it to you, this was the first time you had returned to N109 Zone with its aid.

Without letting him know, you went to this extravagant party by yourself. You did not want to owe him any more. Nonetheless, thanks to his brooch, you were able to access another event in N109 Zone. You meant to keep this a secret so that he would not compel you to pay off a fresh debt.

Everything went quite smoothly. The target you approached was from a major organization in this region. As soon as he spotted the brooch on your torso, he recognized you. You took advantage of the chance to boost your profile by claiming to be from Onychinus. You even said you were Sylus's. The target had no suspicions and was very comfortable conversing with you, even offering you some wine. You had acquired a lot of information, but not enough to report right away. So you purposefully lingered for a bit longer. The clock struck midnight. The guest by your side was a touch drunken. He invited you to join in the dance. You intended to accept the offer to continue gathering more information. However, as you extended your hand, it was tightly grabbed by someone else.

A large, rough hand sent warmth to you. Astonished, you raised your head and beheld a pair of fiery red eyes, similar to the gemstone you had on your attire.

"Sylus?!" You attempted to maintain a cool demeanor, but your heart began to race.

"This lady already has a dance partner." He spoke to the other person, but his gaze never left you. When your target noticed Sylus approaching, he immediately greeted him before disappearing into the crowd of guests.

You exhaled. You only had a few to report then.

“Where are you going, kitten?” Sylus's voice rang out, very close to your ear. He leaned down. The light scent of perfume wafted through your nose, intoxicated you despite the fact that you had not had a lot of wine just now.

“Hello, Sylus.” You smiled. “I didn't expect to see you here.”

Sylus gazed at you for a moment, then he smirked as if curious about what you were up to.

“You came to my area, attended the party I was invited to. Are you certain you don't expect to see me again?”

The truth was, you had no idea that Sylus was invited. While perplexed, you noticed him pulling you to the center of the banquet hall, just as the music began.

“Sylus? I don't want to dance..."

"Oh? You don't?”

Unfortunately, it was too late. He gripped your hand and waist, directing each move for both of you. While dancing, he whispered in your ear: 

“Good thing, I came to this party just in time to see a little kitten trying to seduce Onychinus's business partner.”

"I was only doing my job. But you showed up and drove my target away."

You had no idea if it was deliberate or not, yet you stepped on Sylus's foot. His brow wrinkled, then instantly relaxed. He softly pulled you closer to him, lowering his head a little. His breath turned your ear crimson and ticklish. "Was it my fault then? If that's the case, I must assist you complete the mission. What would you like to know about their organization? I can offer you whatever piece of information you require. In exchange, think of me as a target you're supposed to approach. Seduce me."

Your face was burning. Your breathing was erratic, and your heart pounded louder than the music. You pushed Sylus aside and this time stepped on his foot, hard. You flashed him a furious glance and turned to leave while the song was still unfinished.

Sylus's expression revealed a tinge of disbelief, which was quickly replaced by amusement. He went after his kitten. As soon as you left the dance floor, he caught up with you and hoisted you with one arm.

"Ouch!"

Sylus seized you tight, your thighs resting on his muscular arm and your entire body dropping into his shoulder as you lost balance. You hurriedly held Sylus's neck to avoid falling, but it appeared that he had no problem lifting you up like that.

"Sylus! Put me down!" You cried out in a failed attempt to break free from Sylus. Many guests in  the banquet hall turned to stare at the two of you. "People are looking!"

"That's even better. Didn't you just tell someone that you're mine? Now the entire N109 Zone will be aware of this."

You remained dumbfounded for a while. He hoisted you in one arm and marched straight out, while you scratched his back.

Sylus brought you outside to where his car was parked. The full moon, crimson as blood, surveyed you from above. You fiercely bit Sylus's earlobe and yelled, "Put me down!"

Finally, he listened. He put you down right next to the pitch-black automobile and said: 

“I expected you wanted to do business with me? Scared now, kitten?"

You stared at Sylus. His ear which you had just bitten was red and swollen. If you had to think about it, it would have been much easier to ask him directly for help. But you did not want to owe him anymore. You thought dealing with him was always a very dangerous thing. Not for his status, but because you were always irresistibly drawn to him. And it drove you crazy.

"There's no way to please you." Sylus responded after hearing your silence. "You didn't want to ask for my help, yet you took advantage of my name to get in here. You don't want anything to do with me, yet you told people that you’re mine.” With each step Sylus took forward, you retreated further. It was not until the rear door of his automobile hit your bare back that you realized you had no way out. You replied without looking directly at him:

"I had to do it to gain the target's confidence... I apologize for borrowing your name…”

Sylus grinned faintly. He leaned towards you and whispered:

“Why should you apologize for telling the truth?”

You stared at his half-joking, half-serious demeanor with wide eyes. It made you uneasy. There was a tingling sensation on your wrist, where Sylus’s fingers were messing around and finally squeezing yours.

“Sylus?…”

Before you could regain your composure, he kissed you. A gentle kiss that only brushed your top lip before drawing away. He observed your reaction before proceeding to devour your red lower lip. His fingertips found the exposed back of yours and danced there. You shuddered, pushing him away somewhat yet just making him grasp you closer. Sylus's hand grabbed your thigh and raised it, slamming your body into the automobile. You pulled away from his lips.

“Sylus—”

He was silent, but when you cried his name, he appeared to grow even more ardent. He placed deep, wet kisses against your neck and shoulder. You turned aside, frightened to confront him and succumb to the temptation. But in that instant, you noticed yourself and him in the rearview mirror.

It was Sylus; his entire body crushed on yours, his hand not obediently grabbing your thigh and squeezing it against his body. You were unable to see his face as he was rubbing it all over the crook of your neck, leaving his marks there. But you saw yourself. It was you; a complete mess in his hands. You were absolutely shaken and unkempt. Your lips were glowing red, yet you longed for more. You inhaled deeply, unable to believe the way you appeared anymore. But Sylus caught your reflection in the mirror. His hand remained on your neck, forcing you to see the way you were craving his every touch. 

"You have to be responsible for your words, kitten." Sylus’s voice echoed through the sound of his kisses.

[starry-bi-sky]

ive been hesitating to ask this bc youve been on a roll with the clone^2au (which i am frothing over) but could i poke you for some childhood friend au? bc GOD i wanna see how danny reacts to reuniting w jason or how the rest of the batfam react to learning jason never told danny of his resurrection or wondering if dannys gonna put jokers dead body on a display/offering to jasons grave. i havent been normal about this since i first read it and was wondering. thank you for your writing.

RAAAAHHHH DON'T BE HESITANT I AM JUST AS FERAL OVER MY CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU AS I AM WITH CLONE^2 I AM DELIGHTED BY THIS. Like.,,,, i literally love them,,, so much. I can't listen to The Crane Wives without thinking of them.

(which is my fault - the ao3 fic of them has literally only crane wives lyrics for each chapter title and summary (posted AND the ones not written) so of course im gonna associate with them.)

(if you wanna listen to some of their songs while thinking of cfau here are my recommendations: "Once & for All", "Here I Am", "Hollow Moon" is a Danny AND Jason song to me, this would be my go-to song for an animatic of CFAU if i had the skills for it. "Tongues and Teeth", "Curses" and "take me to war" is a heavy cfau danny song to me, and of course, "the moon will sing")

Like they're BEST friends dude, they're two sides of the same coin and when they were kids they would do this thing where their 'fingers crossed'/'double-crossed' was them hooking their index fingers in the fingers crossed gesture.

and i'm actually currently rewriting my original post into a more fic-like format, and when I'm done I'll post it on here under the cfau tag - with the original post still in tact. But its,,, gonna be so long dude,,,, the original behemoth was just over 9000 words,,, and I've written 3k words already of the new one and we haven't even reached Jason and Danny reuniting at the gala yet,,, i need to get back to that,,,

and then to answer your questions!! god im almost hesitant to answer because i dont wanna spoil the little fic i had planned for it but also like,, its not like im gonna spoil everything, right? and answering the questions isnt the same as writing the scene down so!!

i love danny and jason's reuniting, like i've thought about it SO much and I've thought about it happening after Danny kills the Joker. I know the reveal could have been before that, and it could have been equally just as dramatic but like??? Thematically, doing it after danny kills the joker is SO good. To me at least.

Because like?? Jason's been in somewhat denial about danny's plan to kill the joker for months. ever since danny told him that he wanted to at the gala. And from Jason's pov its not even technically a plan. He sees his best friend for the first time after five years and his best friend still isn't over his death. He hasn't stepped foot in Gotham since his funeral and now suddenly he's here.

And he's still so full of grief over his death that he tells a masked vigilante that he's going to kill the guy that did it, who lives in said masked vigilante's city. And danny's got that look in his eyes that Jason knows so well that means he's being serious. And yet he still doesn't know if he should believe him or not.

And then he does. Danny kills him. And Jason can't fucking believe it. And when he goes and sees Danny, Danny's hands are still covered in blood. And that reunion? God like a fucking firework show. Danny's so fucking angry, and pissed, and hurt, and so goddamn overjoyed that he's alive and here that he sends them both to the ground, and if he doesn't calm down he's gonna take out the power in a five block radius.

there's just so, so much yelling on Danny's end. And then so much crying, first from Danny and then them both. because god, you're alive. you're here. i've missed you so much. i'm never letting you out of my sights again.

and Joker's death! God I don't want to actually say too much about that, but the way I have it set up thematically makes me actually not want danny to take any part of the joker with him as an offering. and he may actually forego that particular ghost etiquette and offer something else as an offering to Jason in substitute to not bringing him the Joker's heart/head/ritualistic body part.

Because you know what the last thing a man whose been spending the last two decades of his life building himself up to be larger than life would want? A death that's unremarkable. :) and that's all i'll put on the matter for now.

and the batfam!! they technically already know that jason hasn't told danny he was resurrected, and plenty of them have mixed feelings on them. largely bruce and dick i think, considering they saw firsthand how close jason and danny were when they were kids.

Dick was honestly surprised at first when he found out that Jason hadn't told Danny he was alive - and on one hand he understands the reasoning for it, and on the other hand he isn't sure if it was such a good idea. Especially after he sees Danny again after he arrives back in Gotham and sees just how badly Jason's death was still affecting him. But it's not like he's going to try and convince Jason to tell him - he can make his own choices, even if Dick has questions about them.

Bruce has much the same thoughts as Dick, so there's not really much to add here other than he might bring it up once or twice to Jason like, vaguely. And then immediately drops it when Jason shuts him down. He might actually somewhat...?? prefer that Jason hasn't told Danny because that raises a lot of questions and could jeopardize their identities. However, again, Jason can make his own choices and there's not much Bruce can do about it other than disapprove from afar.

Tim who knew of Danny from stalking the Wayne family shares similars sentiments of being surprised that Jason didn't tell Danny, but again, yeah, understands the thought process to some extent. Doesn't bring it up ever.

Everyone else who hadn't seen firsthand how close Danny and Jason are don't really have much opinion on it -- Jason didn't tell his best friend he was alive, great, he also didn't tell them either so it's not like its that much of a surprise. It would've been more of a surprise to them if Jason had told Danny before he told Bruce and co. Damian may make a comment or two about Jason not telling Danny, but its not about how he can't believe he didn't tell him or anything like it.

[ishipallthings]

Cap Iron Man Rec Week 2024 (Fri)

Family Fluff Friday - July 26th for @cap-ironman Rec Week

Family fluff - both canon and AU fics, all the fluff!

Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!

Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) (AU)

There were days when the realization that he was someone’s father made Steve’s head hurt, but mostly he was grateful that he could trust his instincts, because apparently Peter was what had been missing from his life. Yes, he still had lingering, unresolved issues from his time in the Army, and sure, he had what Bucky annoyingly referred to as a criminally untapped ass, and no life outside of work and Peter, but Steve was okay with how his life had turned out because of trusting his instincts. Unfortunately, those same instincts had straight up betrayed him by going absolutely haywire upon being exposed to Tony Stark.

ten years too late (just in time) by Anonymous (AU)

 Steve never went out with Tony when they were young despite Tony’s attempts at wooing him, mostly because he thought Tony was too much of a flimsy playboy who could never really commit seriously to anything that wasn’t partying. Years later he runs into Single Father Tony taking care of his 3 year old. Tony refuses to buy his kid candy before dinner and is overall a pretty decent dad. Tony also thinks Steve could never be interested in him, since he was always rebuffed before, but Tony’s in for a surprise.

Tony, Please by FestiveFerret @festiveferret (AU)

Steve is doing just fine nursing a painful crush on his most captivating client. That is, until his babysitter has an emergency and drops Steve's six-year-old daughter off at his work. Somehow, everything goes off the rails.

Send Me A Hero by suitofhumour @suitofhumour (AU)

Tony needed a bodyguard for his kids and Steve Rogers was the most recommended pick available. Even as Tony tries to be wary of him, the guy manages to worm his way into Tony's life and soon his heart. But Steve has a secret that might be something that even Tony with his Iron Man suit cannot handle easily.

The one where… Tony meets Mr. Rogers by shieldmaidenofrohan  (AU)

“Are you ready?”

In the midst of a heavy rain by BladeoftheNebula @bladeofthenebula27 (AU)

“Do you know where Mr Rogers is?” Peter hummed. “He took his refreshment with him. He said he was going for a walk and would return for our next lesson.”

the porcupine and the armadillo by meidui @meidui (MCU, post-EG, series link)

‘I would not hurt them,’ the Porcupine thought to himself. ‘They did not give me a chance to show them that my belly is soft and has no quills. They also did not care that my quills are not there to hurt them. They are there to protect me and I would not survive without them.’

Treading Desire Lines by fohatic @fohatic (MCU, post-EG)

Tony knows that his daughter can be difficult, but he really needs someone to do him a solid when an important opportunity arises. Unfortunately, word is already out: Morgan Stark is a real handful. Never one to shrink from a challenge, Steve steps in, hoping to shift the strained dynamic between him and Tony and having no idea how the course of his life is about to change.

you’ve got to close your eyes and see by Thahire @thahiree (MCU, post-EG)

Morgan manages to bring Tony back eleven years after Thanos’ defeat, long after everyone’s learned to live without him. Everyone’s overjoyed once they get over their shock, but Tony finds it hard to adjust, now that Pepper’s moved on and Morgan’s not a little kid anymore. Somehow, the one constant is Steve.

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned! Please mind the tags before reading. Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists, and here is an older rec list I made for stevetony single parent AUs :)

[dracoxmalereader]

Express

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Hufflepuff!Reader, takes place in at least the 2010's, I was thinking mid 2010's but it could also be early 2010's. Draco and Reader have a son, I put S/N as his name because I didn't know whether to keep Scorpius as his name or not.

Summary: It's officially time for you and Draco to send off S/N to Hogwarts. Much shenanigans ensue.

Requested by: @thatgayboysblog (I don't know why it won't let me tag TT)

Word Count: 609

“S/N, do you have everything? Let me check your backpack!” You fussed, turning your kid in circles by the shoulders for the third time, even as he stood two feet from the door into the Hogwarts Express.

The platform was packed, people rushing up and down along the train to get their kids on board in time. Voices filled the air, echoing off the walls.

Draco’s hands came to settle on your own shoulders, rubbing his thumbs into the tense muscles between them. “Let up a little, he’ll be okay.”

You turned away from your son and looked to Draco, brows furrowed and face pulled tight with worry. He blinked at you, and his expression was one of reassurance. 

“He will be fine.” Draco insisted.

You sighed, loosening up. You turned back to S/N and pulled him into a tight hug. “If anything happens, you write us immediately, okay?” You pulled away and kissed his forehead, smoothing his blonde hair back. 

“I will, Dad! You know I will.” S/N smiled as wide as he could, jagged teeth just like Draco’s shining almost as bright as his eyes. He jumped up and down in excitement, and looked between you and his other father for clearance to take the step onto the train. 

Draco bent down beside you and S/N and pressed his hand to the kid’s head, smoothing back his hair just like you had. 

“Don’t get into any trouble, okay?” He let seriousness etch into his face and pointed at S/N. “Or else.”

S/N looked scared for a moment, staring up at his father in uncertainty before Draco broke his stern character and chuckled, pulling S/N into a hug himself.

His smile was bright when Draco let him go, and he hopped up onto the train, stopping to turn back to you and Draco. Worry pulled at the kid’s mouth and his smile faded ever so slightly. 

“You’ll do great!” You shouted to him, Draco pulling you backwards so other parents could shimmy their kids where they needed to go.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see your husband’s pale hands shooting thumbs ups at your son. You were overcome with fondness for the both of them. S/N grinned, nodded, and continued on into the train; you followed his blonde head through the windows as he settled down in a cubby with what looked to be one of the Weasley kids and Potter’s son. 

He waved at you through the window and you waved back as the train huffed to life and chugged along until you could no longer see into the windows. You turned to Draco. His face was tucked into one hand, his other holding his phone and scrolling through the dozens of pictures you’d taken of S/N.

You pulled at his arm, and he let his hand fall. A helping of tears had streamed down his face, and his cheeks reddened. He sniffled. “I have to send these to my mother, she’ll be overjoyed.” He took a shaky breath and smiled at you. 

You giggled back at him, taking one of his hands into your own and pulling him away from the track, starting along the way back. He clicked on his phone and you presumed he was sending the pictures to Narcissa. Overcome with love for your family, you still couldn’t help but joke. “You think he’ll make Hufflepuff?” 

He finishes his clicking as you tug him along and he looks up at you with all the affection in the world. A wet puff of air escapes his nose. “Just like his dad.”

There are some usernames that just straight up refuse to let me tag them TT This includes the person that requested this and one person on my taglist that I feel bad about every time I post and can't tag them. I go to type it and tumblr just decides the blog doesn't exist. The day I learn how to tag the untaggable will be a glorious, glorious day.

Also sorry I didn't post anything yesterday like I said I would my computer just refused to re-install bluetooth and instead of fixing it I just accidentally uninstalled wifi also. Woops. It's all sorted now, though, so in the words of many an instagram reel: We're so back.

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[thesimpsbasement]

Hello! May I request Vil, Kalim, Malleus and Azul with a male! s/o who’s like Sherlock Holmes or William Moriarty? As in reader is very intelligent and stuff

Hello anon and sure! I sorta alternated between the 2 cuz didn't know how to incorporate both but I hope this is to your liking!

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Kalim Al Asim,Malleus Draconia,Azul Ashengrotto

Author:Mod Betty

Warnings/tags: slight spoilers for book 3,5 ( mainly spoilers on book 5) ,not proofreaded yet

Reader is male

Word count:1,300 words 

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-The first time he noticed your high intelligence was when you actually memorized every item for the skin routine he recommended you

-It took Epel forever to memorize them all and still forgets some

-During VDC he knew you'd be problem because he knew you'd probably see right through his plan and his concerns were correct as you were the one to inform Jamil way before he himself noticed Vil's odd behaviors

-Vil does care a lot about things being perfect, one minute mistake could end in a catastrophe

-You agree with Vil on that but sometimes you rather study than do a self care routine, maybe on your breaks you could add a couple products but not enough to meet Vil's standards

-Vil did admire your determined to adapt to this strange world by learning about it as much as possible, but what he doesn't admire is your lack of self care

-Sometimes he drags you out of your room to do a proper self care regiment

-Like the one you are currently doing

-" For someone who's such a genius you can be quite a forgetful potato" Vil says as he rubs some sort of cream on your face

"Apologies by I can't help but simply indulge of the common things in thought world taht would be deemed impossible in mine" you replied hoping to somewhat justifying your actions every though you knew it wouldn't

" I understand your excitement but you do need to take proper care of yourself,you may deem this unnecessary but I disagree completely and as your lover I'm even more complied to do this" he retorted continuing to apply product to your face

"Oh how lucky i am to have someone to spoil me like this, I'm moved" you tease,smile on your face

" The real lucky one is me to have a brilliant and sometimes forgetful boyfriend like yourself "

-When he found out about your intelligence he was in awe

-you were so cool and not mean like Riddle and you were easier to approach Unlike Malleus

-Jamil is wary of you for a good while knowing how easily Kalim is influenced but you weren't heartless to use someone's kindness

-Kalim is the type to brag about you like " Look how smart my boyfriend is so if you ever need help go ask him!"

-And he wasn't lying,ever since hanging out with(and dating) you he's been improving in his academics and would always would go to you if he needed assistance, saving Jamil from extra work( which he thanks you for)

-Being in a new world made everything surprise you but also defied the logic of your own world so when Kalim offered you a ride on a magic carpet you were skeptical

-I mean a carpet couldn't hold the weight of well anything so it being able to carry 2 people is already taboo and also how can you control it's direction and spee-

-Before you could finish your train of thoughts and how the pure concept contradicts basic physics Kalim pulled your arm and seated you on the carpet

-The first minute you were nervous as hell,who could blame you, you were literally flying on a carpet!

-After the initial shock the ride was actually relaxing and fun

-You never thought you'd ever find yourself flying around on a magic carpet flying around but you don't mind it

-Turning to Kalim who was looking at you the whole time to make sure you're enjoying yourself, you put a hand on his cheek before saying "thank you for showing me something I would never have thought of" and pulling him for a kiss

-Kalim was overjoyed knowing he actually managed to 1) surprised you and 2) make you feel happy

-Safe to say there's never a dull moment with Kalim

-He knew you were smart by simply observing how well you performed in class

-A magicless human from a completely different dimension did better than most of the NRC students

-What caught him by surprise was when you knew his true identity almost as soon as you saw him

-What confused him was that you were still referring to him as that silly nickname you came up with

-Even if you're smart and probably have some combat abilities you still couldn't stand a chance

-When confronting you about it all you did was smirk ad say " Don't worry I know a foe when I see one "

-Also good luck having to deal with Sebek since he's suspicious of you and your wits. Who knows maybe you were trying to fool the young master!!

-Would often come by Ramshackle and talk about each other's lives

-He was quite fascinated by your life back home,always solving mysteries and how capable you were in dire situations

-He doesn't necessarily need help in academics especially being the next heir of Briar Valley but would often ask you for help with other stuff ((*cough* technology ))

-For a mere child of man and from a foreign land you have a lot of knowledge to almost rival some fae

-Despite knowing you can handle yourself just fine you're still a fragile human with no magic so he will occasionally loom around the shadows,sometimes your sharp tongue could easily infuriate students from a certain dorm,After all Savanaclaw students don't settle arguments with words,but with their fists but when they pull their magic pens Malleus quickly steps in to stop the fight before you got hurt because of some buffoons

-After the students ran off, you turned to him a smile on your face " I could've handled them myself you know, even if they can use magic they're still brainless" Malleus chuckled " I suppose so however I don't think I'd forgive myself if you did end up hurt" he said sighing

-" How about we go to Ramshackle after class for a cup of tea? My treat" you suggested

-"Anything for you ,my brilliant child of man"

-The first thing he noticed about you was how calm you were when you signed that contract about bringing that painting from the museum, it was almost as if you had a plan already and were confident it'll succeed

-Seeing how brilliant you were and how you could easily make things go your way he actually suggested working in Mostro Lounge

-Would sometimes challenge you to see who's better,be it who'd give a better offer on contracts or who'd finish homework quicker

-During closing hours he'd offer you a cup of tea and discuss whatever topics you thought of

-When dating your counseling started coming into play

-After some time Azul started getting comfort with being vulnerable around you, often pouring his insecurities as he stared at his lap

-" Sometimes I feel like you deserve better" he muttered not making eye contact with you

"Why do you say that love?" You ask him ,serious look on your face

"I mean someone as brilliant as you shouldn't stick around a stupid,fat,clumsy octopus" he said slight irritation in his voice

You sighed as you placed your hands on his shoulders " Azul look at me" ,hesitantly he did as he was told,teary eyes looking right into your

"The fact I'm your boyfriend should be telling you enough that I'm not going anywhere, I don't stick with people that I don't want too, so if I didn't like you I wouldn't be sitting in this very room now would I?" You said trying to comfort your partner without any sort of sugared words but with pure logic

-"Yeah I guess you're right" Azul said wiping his tears

-Smiling you kiss his forehead has you bring him into a hug " so please cease these idiotic thoughts for both our sake ,you know it pains me to see you this upset"

[amhrosina]

MCU Men During Your Second/Third Trimester (Pregnancy Headcanons//Pt. 3)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

Requests are open!

A/N: I don't have anything to add to this, other than enjoy!

Link to Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Frank Castle: 

We all know Frank would be a fantastic partner during your pregnancy. 

His hand is constantly ghosting your lower back as you move around, even if it’s just getting up off the couch. 

He’s always asking how you’re feeling and making you ginger tea to help with the nausea.  

When you’re out in public, he’s extra protective of you. 

He always makes sure his arm is around you as you walk down the street, mean-mugging anyone who looks at you for too long. 

When you have to stand and wait for something, he lovingly places his hand on your stomach. 

If it’s Autumn/Winter, he’s always offering to run errands for you because he doesn’t want you to be cold. You compromise by letting him come with you and warm you up along the way. 

Back rubs. BACK RUBS. 

Karen throws you a baby shower and you almost melt when Frank holds up the tiny onesies with tears in his eyes. 

You want to honor Frank’s family by having your daughter’s middle name be “Marie” or “Maria”.  

When you tell Frank this, he dissolves into a big puddle of tears. 

“I love you so, so much, baby. You have no idea what this means to me.” 

“I love you, Frankie.” 

When the baby kicks for the first time, Frank is out getting you a bagel. You’re buzzing with excitement when he gets home.  

He places his hands on your stomach, like he always does when he returns home, and gasps when the baby kicks hard.  

“She’s a fighter, like her daddy.” 

“Maybe she just really likes me, like her mommy.” 

Matt Murdock: 

Matthew “I’m a God Damned Daddy” Murdock would take such good care of you, don’t even get me STARTED. 

Since you’re having twins, your pregnancy is considered more high risk than before, so Matt goes into ultra-protective mode. 

Sometimes you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and find Matt sitting on the edge of the bed, listening for threats. You coax him back to bed and he holds you in his arms as you fall back asleep, safe in his hold. 

When your stomach starts to get noticeable, you decide to tell Karen and Foggy, who are overjoyed.  

Foggy keeps referring to himself in the third person as “Uncle Foggy”. 

Matt rubs lotion on your stomach every night before you go to bed. 

When Matt needs to ground himself, he’ll rest his head on your stomach, listening to the twins and your heartbeats.  

You forego a baby shower, but Foggy insists on buying the babies something every week. So far, you’ve gotten four pairs of shoes, an insane number of onesies, and enough diapers to last you a year.  

Matt likes to go shopping for baby clothes with you so he can feel the material of each item. You're able to find a lot of fleece items, including two swaddle blankets that Matt is able to hold without wincing. 

Matt, of course, feels guilty about this. 

“If cotton is what the babies need, we should get them cotton.” 

“Matthew, I want you to be able to comfortably hold your children. We’ll find other materials. Don’t worry about it, okay?”  

You end up learning how to crochet, so you can make blankets with yarn that Matt likes the feel of.  

Feeling clever, you crochet two small beanies with devil horns sticking out on the top of them. Matt cracks up when he figures out what you’ve done and takes them to work with him the next day to show Foggy. 

The closer you get to your due date, the less Matt patrols at night. He doesn’t want to be away from you for too long, just in case you go into labor. He also knows you’re concerned about his well-being, restlessly sleeping until he crawls into bed with you. 

One night, you’re so exhausted that you’re close to tears and the twins just won’t stop kicking. Matt kneels next to your belly, whispering to the babies. 

“I know you’re so excited to come out of there, but mommy needs her rest.” 

He starts telling them about the night he met you.  

“Oh my god, Matt, it’s working. Don’t stop.” 

You finally slip into unconsciousness, focusing on the way Matt runs his hand over your belly. 

Billy Russo: 

Billy keeps his word about showing you that you can trust him. 

The further along you get, the more he stays over at your apartment. Eventually, he starts keeping a toothbrush and some clothes there.  

He starts sleeping on the couch, claiming he doesn’t want to disturb your sleep schedule, but one night you’re especially restless.  

“Billy?” You call through the door, knowing he’s still awake. 

“Yes, darling? Is everything okay?” 

“I can’t sleep.” 

He crawls into bed with you, pulling you into his chest and running his hand up and down your stomach. He doesn’t sleep on the couch after that night. 

He insists on putting the crib together himself, but after a couple of hours, he ends up calling Frank and asking him to come help.  

The first time you kiss Billy after your fight, you’re close to tears trying to put your shoes and socks on by yourself.  

He stumbles upon your very pregnant form, hunched over and grunting as you try to reach your toes.  

He gently takes the socks out of your hands and kneels down, pulling the socks and shoes on your feet. 

After he helps you up, you quickly press your lips to his. Before he can respond, you waddle towards the front door, waiting for him to follow.  

He accepts that you’ve at least forgiven him a little, but he doesn’t push it and follows your lead. 

Eventually, you suggest that he just officially move in to make it easier for everyone. He eagerly accepts and has the rest of his things moved in by the next weekend. 

He comes home from work with shopping bags a lot, claiming that he couldn’t resist buying something for the baby.  

One night you call him on his way home and tell him you’re craving ice cream.  

He stumbles through the door half an hour later, hands full of at least 15 different flavors. 

“You didn’t say what kind you wanted, so I got you every kind.” 

When he plays the guitar and sings, the baby goes nuts in your stomach. He beams with pride every time. 

“See? He already loves you, Billy.” 

Bucky Barnes: 

Bucky is protective by nature, but you experience a whole new side of protective from him during your second and third trimesters. 

He spends a lot of the time you’re out in public glaring at everyone who walks by. 

He doesn’t like when you take the subway alone, so he arranges his schedule so that he can always accompany you if you have to take the subway.  

If he had it his way, you’d never have to travel, but you have at least one doctor’s appointment a week, so he just makes sure to be with you the whole time.  

When your stomach gets big enough, he’ll hold your stomach up and take the weight of the baby off of you for as long as you need him to. You swear it feels better than sex.  

When you’re 6 weeks away from your due date, your doctor puts you on bed rest to make sure you don’t go into labor too early.  

Bucky is extra attentive, bringing you food and water at all hours of the days.  

The closer you get to your due date, the more you have to pee throughout the night.  

Bucky is always there, helping you walk to the bathroom every time without a complaint, even if it’s the twelfth time you’ve gotten up in four hours. 

He talks to your belly all the time, even if it’s just a sentence in passing. 

“I hope you like plums, little man. They’re the best.” 

You try to organize the nursery one day, but Bucky refuses. You compromise by sitting on the reclining chair and telling him where everything goes.  

He’s more than happy to do it, giddy with excitement over the baby almost being here. 

Peter Parker (Tom Holland): 

I know Peter’s young, but he’d be such a good dad and partner oh my GOD. 

He moves into your apartment fairly early, not wanting to miss a second of your pregnancy. 

He’s very gentle with you, even more so than usual, and constantly asks how you’re feeling. 

When you’re feeling nauseous or you have a headache, he’s quick to offer you something minty and warm. You’ll lay your head on his lap and he’ll run his fingers through your hair. 

One night, he comes home bouncing off the walls with excitement.  

He shows you a tiny shirt with the Spider Man logo on it. 

“The guy on the corner sells them! How cute is that?” 

You and Peter spend one morning giggling at how many things you can balance on your stomach now that you’re fully showing.  

The baby’s due date is during your winter break, so you decide to take the spring semester off with Peter. You’ll both be working, but you’re excited to spend so much time with your baby. 

When you enter your third trimester, your feet get so swollen that you can barely walk. 

It quickly becomes a part of your nightly routine for Peter to massage your feet and legs. 

Peter keeps his spider duties to a minimum once you’re a few weeks away from your due date. 

He kisses you and your belly every chance he gets.  

He spends a lot of time resting his head on your belly, talking to the baby. 

You relish his warmth, grateful that he’s the person you fell in love with. 

End Note: I hope you enjoyed it! There's either going to be one or two more parts of this series before it's considered completed. I have no idea when the next part will be posted, but hopefully that will happen soon! I'm probably going to knock out a request or two first. I seriously can't thank everyone enough for the love I've been getting on this series!

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[stevetonyisendgame]

It's the second day of work reveals for A Second Chance: A Steve/Tony Endgame Mini-Exchange and we have 7 fics and 2 artworks today!

Thank you to all participants - we’re so excited to share all these beautiful gifts with you! Enjoy and remember to leave kudos/comments for our hardworking creators to show your appreciation!! ❤️

A reminder to our dear creators that you can change the publication date of your works now that they have been revealed, so that they appear on the first page of the tags!

1. a beast of a burden for mrsgingles | FIC - 2.7k, T

Tony has secret conversations with Steve that even Steve isn’t privy to, even now. In those secret conversations, he says exactly the right thing to make Steve duck his head and smile, and when he confesses that Steve is the most infuriatingly beautiful thing the universe has ever come up with and he’s been madly in love with him for years, Steve admits he feels the same way. Then there are the conversations they actually have, which tend to go much worse because Tony is sarcastic and Steve is seething, and it’s a miracle they’re back on speaking terms.

2. The Five Stages of a Time Loop for embittered_ambition | FIC - 40k, M

Tony Stark looks Thanos in the eye. He raises his gauntlet in defiance and states his iconic phrase. He snaps, expecting death. But death doesn't come. Instead, he's back in his basement, completed time travel model in front of him. He builds the time machine. He snaps again. Again, and again, and again. Tony can't for the life of him seem to change the outcome of this story. What does change, though, is his feelings around it.'

3. Art Gift for Missy_dee811 | ART - G

As Steve prepares to return the stones, he hears a familiar voice.

4. One Final Surprise for XtaticPearl | FIC - 1.6k, G

Tony accidentally calls Steve from the flip-phone after his wedding gets called off.

5. I’m begging for you to take my hand for IronChantress3000 | FIC - 1.2k, T

Tony never saw anything as his.

6. It Was Always You for ralsbecket | ART - G

Everyone lives and nothing hurts :')

7. it’s that easy for zappedbysnow | FIC - 3.8k, T

Steve has two problems: 1. He has feelings for Tony but he’s not sure what to do about it. 2. Peter and Harley don’t seem to like him and he doesn’t know why. Actually, he has three problems. 3. There’s no way in hell Tony would be interested in him when his kids clearly hate him. Bucky thinks Steve’s only problem is that he’s an idiot.

8. i was put together wrong for MayBiTheWay | FIC - 11.7k, T

Even in his anger, in his misjudgment, or even in the barest glimpses of inadvertent cruelty, everything Tony did was with passion. No matter what, he was always graceful, grandiose, effusive. Incandescent. Tony grows in front of the cameras and keeps a world of expectations balanced on the tightrope of his shoulders, but nothing ever seems to be enough. The hubris is a fallacy and the smirk Steve had always known to be a front isn’t whimsy, as he’d expected; instead, it’s bred. As he follows a couple of his steps, Steve feels as Tony does, which is to say: intensely. Every happiness is a marvel, every pain is acute. The higher they fly, the harder they fall. (In which the stones beckon Steve into a glimpse of Tony's past, and it proves to be his unraveling.)

9. you’ve got to close your eyes and see for nostalgicatsea | FIC - 7.9k, T

Morgan manages to bring Tony back eleven years after Thanos’ defeat, long after everyone’s learned to live without him. Everyone’s overjoyed once they get over their shock, but Tony finds it hard to adjust, now that Pepper’s moved on and Morgan’s not a little kid anymore. Somehow, the one constant is Steve.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

hello, i would like to hear about the titans fantasy au O.O

Oh man, you really shouldn't enable me like this... but if you insist!!

Alright, here's the setting: We're in some weird Lord of Rings/DnD fantasy setting with various magical creatures and inconsistent technological developments. Were tunics worn at the same time as ball gowns? Were carriages used at the same time as broad swords? I don't know! And I'm not doing any historical research! It's just haphazardly medieval!

Donna, for the most part, is relatively unchanged. She fits into this setting rather well. She is the demigod daughter of Zues, warrior in training, third in line to be Queen of the Amazons. At 13 years old she is a new arrival from her island nation and she is hoping to learn monster hunting (she's hoping to learn by doing). The one condition of her joining Diana was that she was supposed to stay with Diana at all times. Both of them nodded and smiled in agreement when their mother, the Queen, said this. Both immediately parted ways once their boat hit the shores of this new and exciting world.

Speaking of new and exciting, the King of Atlantis' ward is tagging along for the first time to see the surface world. Garth is fascinated (and a little terrified) and he's hoping to learn new types of magic! The Crown Prince (his older brother) Koryak says that he will make a fearsome mage one day and he really doesn't want to let him down. Garth imagines that one day his brother will rule as King and Garth will be there at his side as the Head Mage. He really has to work on his skills to get to that point though! Hence studying abroad. He's also... maybe... looking to meet some friends. Or any friends, really. He doesn't have any and he's heard good things.

Lord Richard of Gotham is so tired of politics. His... 'father' is the Crown Prince, next in line for the throne of Gotham. Not that anyone, including Bruce, is happy about it. The Kane family has had the crown for centuries and now, because the King only had daughters and Bruce's mom had the audacity to marry a Wayne (their rival house), they stand to lose it all. Thankfully, Bruce's status as Crown Prince is only temporary. As soon as Princess Kate Kane is married off, her husband will automatically be next in line. (Although they've sure been taking their time with that. What's the hold up?) So Bruce doesn't have to ever worry about being King and Dick (as Bruce's totally legitimate love child that Bruce didn't make up to make sure Dick could inherit everything if he ever died, don't do the math on their ages) doesn't ever have to worry about the throne at all. Sure, he's technically second in line but it's as far away from reality as a nightmare and just as scary. For right now all Dick has to worry about is being a squire, going on adventures and learning how to be a great knight! What could go wrong!?

Crown Prince Elroy is fucked. Seriously fucked. The old Crown Prince Oliver saw Roy at an archery competition and decided 'Yeah, that one.' Ollie offered him a room, food and all the arrows he could ever want. When Roy found out that Ollie was taking a page out of Robin Hood's book, Roy was overjoyed. The two of them had a blast stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. It was great! And then Ollie's father, the King, found out. He disowned Ollie, not that Ollie cared, and life went on as normal with one major giant exception. The King didn't have any other children (legitimate children anyway) and Ollie was now disowned. So the King legitimized Roy as Oliver's bastard child and heir. Or, sorry, Elroy because apparently 'Roy' wasn't fancy enough. Now Elroy is the Crown Prince. Elroy is under lock and key so that Ollie can't influence him. Elroy is being forced to study. (The King promised him that this was just to make Ollie see reason but Roy isn't so sure... the King is putting a lot of effort into his training...) The only saving grace is that Roy is being sent away this summer to learn sword fighting. Archery is 'a cowards sport' apparently and Roy 'needs to expand his horizons'. Well.. they certainly agree on that last one. Roy is making a break for it and he's not coming back.

Wally is a young apprentice working for his Uncle Barry. He's learning how to make medicine and treat wounds and find useful herbs. At least, he's learning that sometimes. A lot of his time is spent being a delivery boy. Uncle Barry says that's an important part of any medical treatment, actually delivering the medicine. Wally thinks that he just wants him to burn off energy. Regardless, Wally spends most of his time delivering medicine and he does it well. It helps that he can cross the continent before most people can blink their eyes. He can't tell anyone that though. Barry has made that part extremely clear. As far as their patients are concerned, Barry is a local doctor who just lives outside of whichever town they're in. There's a lot of things Wally can't tell people. Like how his eyes glow and magic lights up on his fingertips when he's excited. Or how he doesn't really like hats, he just has to wear them to hide his slightly too pointy ears. He gets it. He does. He's heard the whispered stories of fae, the hushed talk of changelings, he's read the old cracked tomes on the Elven Folk. He knows what people will think he is. But he isn't. He really isn't. He's just... Wally. And sure, he might be a little bit odd but he's just as human as the next guy, he swears!

Donna finds herself left on the doorstep of the greatest monster hunters in this new world. Garth is accepted to shadow some of the best defense mages ever. Dick finds himself stopping in with some fellow Knights (he is soon to be one after all) on his way home after a particularly hard mission. Roy finds himself shipped off to learn sword fighting from some 'trusted experts'. Wally is on a routine delivery run to drop off some supplies for his Uncle's good friends. Whether it's fate or something far more sinister, they all find themselves at the temple of the Knights of the Emerald Flame. Sir Hal Jordan, who was not ready for the sudden onslaught of children, panics and gives them a mission to get them out of his hair.

The rest, as they say, is history.

[tinukis]

i think about trans sanji a lot... mtf or ftm he's transgender (or genderfluid ♥️)

but i think about ftm sanji and his struggles with his identity. his self hatred, self esteem, and toxic masculinity... i think about ftm sanji a lot...

i have stuff from my notes app. one was meant to be written as a fic but i gave up so it's incomplete. this takes place after wci and before wano. warnings are below the cut and in the tags, please read with caution.

trigger warning - gender dysphoria, child abuse (may be graphic.), misgendering, self-harm

Sanji wishes he was never a man. Let alone be born with the genital of a woman's.

He loves women. He admires them. Their beauty, their bodies, their smile, their femininity, everything. He wishes he could be just like them, that was his assigned sex, after all. Yet as a child, every time he stared at himself in the mirror, he would be staring at someone else. He did see a girl, but it wasn't him.

It's his turn on night watch. As everyone exchanges their goodnights and enter the cabin, Sanji climbs into the crow's nest and leaned against the window where the moonlight shined. His hand over his heart and crumpling his shirt into his fist. They just left Whole Cake Island but now that half his crew learned about the Vinsmokes, he was only filled with dread and anxiety.

They knew too much and there was nothing he can do about it but fill his lungs with tobacco. He knew they wouldn't pry further and he was relieved that they still see him the same but... It was being confronted by his Captain he dreaded the most. He didn't care about anyone's past nor does he try to look into them, but after everything Sanji did to Luffy and what Luffy did for him, he doesn't know what the hell to expect anymore.

Sanji knows Luffy would notice something's wrong and he couldn't avoid him forever. What was he supposed to tell him anyway?

Oh everything's fine, Luffy. Just you know, I've been reminded what sex I was born as and how I grew up hating myself because I'm actually a man. And I hated being a man because of how all the men in my life raised and treated me. I feel like I have betrayed all the women in my life. But other than that, I'm fine, Captain.

He puffs out a trail of smoke with a long exhale, clutching his head and pulling his hair that covered his right eye. He only wishes for silence but the calm waves below. Not his shitty thoughts about his identity or what lessons he'd been taught on Kamabakka Kingdom. With little to nonexistent self-worth, it was fucking hard to accept who he is. He needed no one elses approval but his own.

—

"Mother... is it wrong to feel like a boy?" Sanji fiddled with his thumbs, sitting on the edge of his mother's bed. His back was turned towards her, but he could hear her smile.

"What makes you feel that, Sanji?"

"... I don't know. My heart feels bad and heavy when I am a girl," Sanji hugged himself tight, gritting his teeth to hold back his tears. His brothers told him a man doesn't cry, otherwise he'd never be considered or respected as one.

"Sanji, look at me," his mother's voice was soft and full with kindness.

Sanji slowly turned his head, sniffling his red nose with his tearful eyes. His mother gently cupped over his cheek and wiped away the teardrops overflowing from the corner of his eye.

"Follow what your heart feels, Sanji. Despite what your father says, you continue seeing me, right? Continue with what your heart desires."

...

If only it were that easy.

—

"I was born wrong," said Sanji.

"Clearly," responded father. Unsure what he had meant by that, Sanji was overjoyed to be treated as a boy going forward.

A man was not who he wanted to be, yet those feelings of euphoria when dressed alike to his brothers and referred to as a "son" or "he" were undeniable.

It was a bit of surprise that even his brothers were forced to comply. But that doesn't stop their bullying and abuse whenever left alone with them.

–

"We're only wrestling! It's what boys do!" Yonji exclaimed with his arm strangled around Sanji's neck. Sanji tugged and tugged, attempting to escape his grasp only for Yonji to flex tighter.

"You're a boy, right, Sanji? Then act like one! Reiju is more of a man than you are!" Niji laughed, swinging a harsh kick into Sanji's shin.

Sanji was gasping between breaths, his skin turning from a shade of red to blue. For once, Yonji obliged but that moment of refreshing release was cut short by Ichiji's foot to Sanji's mouth.

"If you're a man, then stand up!" Ichiji yelled, kicking Sanji again by his stomach, not giving him a single chance for a breath of air. Coughed up blood splattered over the red carpet and Ichiji's white pants.

"Eww! She spat out blood!" Yonji exaggerated his gagging with his tongue lolled out his mouth and pointing into it.

Sanji shakily forced himself up, bloodied and bruised. His brothers smirked at him, intrigued that he was even capable of standing up after a beating.

"I'm... I'm not a she!!!" Sanji shouted and panted heavily. He knelt over, clutching onto his growling stomach that was building up his throat.

"Oh yeah? If you're not a girl, then," without warning, Niji swung his leg across Sanji's head, forcing a crack into the castle's walls. "Try not to pass out!"

His brothers waited for their useless brother to even breathe one shallow breath. Sanji couldn't move a single muscle, yet he was still conscious. When he heard heavy footsteps, his eyes widened and his heart beat grew steady. Sanji cried out for his father, but his throat felt clogged and not a word was heard.

"H-hel...p... me..." Sanji sputtered with quivering lips. His brothers laughed aloud, every time their mouths opened their words would never be positive.

The heavy footsteps got closer and Sanji turned his head towards that direction, staring at his father's unchanged expression. The burning sensation from his stomach rose. It ached terribly and he couldn't do anything but cry.

"F-fath— MGH—!" Sanji vomited on the carpet, his brothers expressed their disgust and laughed. When Sanji's eyes met with Judge, he was stared down at with revulsion. He bit back the bottom of his lip, trying to prevent tears or vomiting again, he couldn't tell what was happening anymore. It was like the room started to spin, the laughter dissipating in the background before everything turned to black.

–

The only people in Sanji's life that even treated him with kindness were women. His bedridden mother, his bystander sister, and the maids. But his mother was long gone for months. All he became accustomed to was the gray brick walls, steel bars caging him in, and a heavy iron helmet upon his head. The only people that ever kept him company were the Germa soldiers. But of course, they never bothered with conversations and only responded to Sanji's needs. He was even lucky that his requests for books were allowed.

Being kept alive, rotting in this dungeon was a fate worse than Hell. His hair grew longer and it felt so damn itchy. But with the stupid mask over his head, he couldn't satisfy the itch. Sanji had to resort to scratching his arms until they burnt and glowed red. Sometimes he'd scratch hard enough that it'd draw blood. He'd only stop once his arms started to bleed.

Sometimes Sanji refused baths. He wasn't comfortable with either a man or even a woman scrubbing him clean. He didn't want to do it all himself. He didn't want to look at the bare body he couldn't stand to look at. He wanted his mother. He wanted Reiju.

Since Sanji refused to have a bath because of the growing pit in his stomach grew each time he had to strip down, reminded of the body that shouldn't be his. The Germa soldiers resorted to soaking him with a hose and drop off his preferred choice of clothing.

That was all these past months of hell Sanji lived through alone in the dark and dank dungeon. The isolated loneliness was more agonizing than being beaten like a worn out punching bag by his brothers. Despite the amount of bruises and broken bones they may have caused, he missed them.

But maybe he thought too soon. Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji found him, surprised that he was still alive. They purposely spoke aloud how killing Sanji would likely make their father happy. His heart began to race like it was about to burst right out of his chest. Once they got the gate unlocked, they approached Sanji slowly, making him backed against the cold brick wall.

It was the same cycle as previously. Maybe even worse now as they were beneath the palace so no one would hear Sanji scream and cry for help.

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Liquid rolls down Sanji's forearm and his cigarette burnt out. His nails dug into his skin deep enough to draw blood. Shit. No matter the pain he's given himself, it will never get rid of the filthy hands that bruised his body.

Sanji tosses his cigarette into the ashtray and lights another.

Why couldn't the good people in his life just leave him to rot?

[blood-and-pizza]

Toy Freddy and Bonnie must be so flattered that the glamrock Bonnie and Freddy are specifically based on their variants

They are! Toy Freddy is particularly amazed that a variant of him is so big and buff-looking, not to mention a master at laser tag, one of the best games ever!

Toy Bonnie finds it a bit odd that Glamrock Bonnie is into bowling, but he's proud to learn from Glamrock Freddy that GlamBon was a bowling master. Of course one of his variants was the greatest at something! Sure, he's not much of a bowler himself, but it's something!

Toy Bonnie is a little sad that his Glamrock variant is decommissioned however, especially after he learns Glamrock Bonnie and Glamrock Freddy were an item before it happened.

Toy Bonnie used to date Toy Freddy... but because Toy Bonnie kept falling for Toy Chica's manipulation, and often chose his own needs and feelings over Toy Freddy's, Toy Freddy broke up with him. However, both Toy animatronics still love each other... Toy Bonnie won't admit his feelings out of pride, and Toy Freddy won't admit his feelings because he knows Toy Bonnie was wrong. They still fool around and hang out as friends with benefits, but both feel like they can't go back to the way things were and are silently suffering over it.

When Glamrock Bonnie IS finally rebuilt, Toy Bonnie is overjoyed to see him. He's also extremely happy to see him and Glamrock Freddy reunite... as is Toy Freddy. The two Toys end up having a long conversation about their own relationship over it and decide to give their old romance another try. And if things don't work out? At least they can say they tried, right?

Toy Freddy is, admittedly, a bit jealous of how cool Glamrock Freddy is. Yet he can't help but admire the guy because he's just so gosh darn nice! How can you stay mad at someone like that??? You can't. Toy Freddy really wants to play a round of Fazer Blast somehow with Glamrock Freddy. How can they when the Pizzaplex is being rebuilt, however...? In the meantime, they've been known to play other multi-player games together, even board games! They have a lot of fun together.

When Glamrock Bonnie returns, Toy Bonnie pretty much dotes over him like a parent to their child. A very fruity, flashy, effeminate parent who is SO PROUD of his big buff bunny son. Glamrock Bonnie likes the attention, however. He'd been gone for a long time, and knowing how many people are happy to have him around makes his second chance at life feel all the sweeter.

[queen-of-the-boos]

Untagged gushing? For part 2 of the valentine event going on

I can't express how much Pearl means to me. She's the one who made me realize I was aro in the first place. I don't know how to express what that means to me in words? But I'll try.

I remember when I first saw her and I was filled with a strange emotion I couldn't explain. I was like. "Do I like a girl??" Because I had never heard of the term squish or queer platonic before. I knew it wasn't romantic, but not knowing what I know now, how could I explain the fluttery feeling in my chest when I saw her? I didn't want to kiss her or anything like that. I just... Wanted to let her know she was loved. By me. A lot. And I wanted to be by her side all the time. She grew to become a massive comfort for me.

And then I found out about aromanticism and QPRs and squishes and all that lovely stuff.

I was overjoyed to know other people experienced this same feeling, that I wasn't alone! That there were words for such things! Then, I realized I had to come out. Because, yknow, I was aromantic and very happy about it. I came out to a group of past friends (only one of them stayed with me all this time) and got a severe lashing from some of them saying I wasn't allowed to use the term queer platonic, and that I wasn't "technically a part of the LGBT". It really broke my heart and kinda made me recede.

Luckily, I had that one friend who stayed, who encouraged me and welcomed me in with open arms. She didn't quite understand it fully just yet (like me, I was still learning!) But with her help and reassurance, we were both able to figure it out!

So I fully leaned into self shipping with Pearl. I loved her and still do. I remember in particular one night I just felt so giddy about her and the possibility that she could love me back in the same way that I just... Felt my heart soar. All my worries went away briefly and I fell into the most lovely daydreams of holding her hand and being with her on stage and all sorts of things!

Just the thought of her looking at me like I was a person and not some weird fan or something and just... Queer platonic attraction coming so naturally to her that she's just like "Uh, duh I like you! You're my girl! I don't care who doesn't like it." I'm gonna cry typing this (happy tears)

Anyway I'm rambling now but I just... Pearl... Me finding out I like her that way and her being my aro awakening will always be something special that no one will ever take from me. The whole ordeal even got me an irl QPP. I'll always be thankful to my sweet little squiddy and I'll always love her so very much more than words can express. She's so important to me and the thought of me being her number one makes me feel like I can fly 💕

I... Want to post more about us. I think I'll reblog some nice things for her tag now.

If you've gotten this far... Um... Thank you for reading all of that, I appreciate you very much and I hope you know your fave loves you too. It's healthy to self ship and it can teach you self love and being so many wonderful people into your life. It's really worth staying for, I promise.

[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane’s Pets Pt. 48: Comfort(?)

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Puppy sits up straight and lets her gaze flicker through the room. At least, the part of the room she can see without moving her head.

Master told her to sit still, but stay present. Stay grounded. Listen. Puppy finds it’s easiest to stay present when she looks around, even just looking back and forth.

Master brushes Puppy’s hair. “You’re not still upset about Bunny, are you? You were good. You did exactly what I wanted. And I would’ve caught him slipping up eventually anyway. You were a good puppet that obeyed your master. It’s not your fault. You were very good.”

Jane begins to braid a section of Puppy’s hair. “I’m very happy with you. You’re such a good Puppy. I know it’s been a rough few months, but you handled it very well. And now you’ve learned to be obedient no matter what. It was worth it, wasn’t it?”

Realizing that Master expects an answer, Puppy nods.

“Exactly. And it will be worth it when Bunny learns his lesson too.”

Master finishes her braid and starts braiding another section.

“It’s really been a rough few months. That bastard threatened to kill you, and then you got sick, and then I had to punish you…”

Puppy knows Master didn’t have to punish her. She did it because she wanted to.

“But things are okay now. We should do something nice, once Bunny’s punishment is over. Make brownies or something. What do you think?”

Puppy gives Master a thumbs up.

“Yeah, let’s do something nice. Oh! Bunny’s one year anniversary is coming up. Can you believe that? He’s almost been with us a whole year. Maybe I’ll wait until then to do something nice. We can make some treats and I’ll get you guys a new movie. We can make a pillow fort. Something fun. Something to celebrate. He’s gotten so good, hasn’t he? Not that he was ever very rebellious.”

Master starts to braid a third section of Puppy’s hair.

“I’ve been thinking about taking you guys to an amusement park or something. I don’t think any of you would try anything stupid. Maybe if one of you picks something like that as a reward.”

Puppy certainly won’t. It’s better to ask for entertainment that will last longer than a day.

“Hmm… I’ll need you to help me, later. Another money thing that I need an adult to do, since they won’t agree to do the trade online.”

Master doesn’t really need money. She can grab anything she wants pretty easily, and if she did need money there are easier ways to get it than the various illegal dealings she’s involved in. She just thinks it’s fun.

“Are you glad there’s three of you, now? Or do you miss when it was just you and me?”

This is not the kind of question Puppy can answer without permission. Master doesn’t seem to mind. She’s asked this question several times, never seeming to desire an answer.

She starts to braid the three braids together.

“Things will be nice for a while, I think. I have so many games and punishments planned, but they won’t be as effective if I go straight into them. You need to have something to compare it to or it will all blend together, and that’s not what I want.”

Master starts unbraiding Puppy’s hair.

“My sweet Puppy. My favorite. Look at you. Look at what I’ve made you into. My pet, my doll, my puppet.”

Master is in a good mood, and Puppy should feel overjoyed. This is all she’s wanted for months, for Master to be happy with her. But instead of feeling safe and happy like she should, Puppy feels hollow.

Being touched by Master doesn’t feel as good anymore, either. She’d much rather have Bunny give her a hug or play with her hair. There’s never a threat behind his touches.

“Hey, stay with me. What were you thinking about? Speak.”

Puppy swallows. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be happy again.”

Master laughs. “That’s understandable. You were just tortured for months. Is me taking care of you not all you hoped it would be?”

“…The whole time, I just wanted you to be happy with me again.”

“You hyped it up too much. Of course your torturer brushing your hair after hurting you so badly wouldn’t make you happy. That doesn’t mean you’ll never be happy again. It doesn’t mean you’ll never enjoy me doing your hair again, either.”

Puppy feels like she understands where Master is coming from most of the time, but now she’s confused. Is Master… trying to comfort her? Usually, the comforts Master gives are meant to reinforce that Puppy belongs to her.

Puppy would expect Master to say that it’s okay if she’s never happy again because she doesn’t need to be happy to be a good pet. But Master’s voice no longer carries any of that sickly sweet condescension. She sounds earnest. Sincere.

“Trust me.” Master says. “No feeling lasts forever. Nothing is permanent. I know. I know better than anyone.”

Oh, that makes more sense. Master was just talking about herself. Any comfort it provided was incidental.

“No feeling lasts forever? I wouldn’t expect you to say something like that, Master. If no feeling lasts forever, then why are you so terrified of boredom?”

“I’m not afraid. No more talking from you, alright? Quit talking like my therapist.”

This gets a small smile from Puppy. Master’s “therapist” is some poor psychologist that Master visits at random to talk about herself to. Puppy shouldn’t find it funny, but she does.

Though if questions like that remind Master of them, maybe they’re actually trying to help, despite having as little control over the situation as everyone else. That would be nice. Ineffective, but nice.

Master brushes Puppy’s hair into position for a high ponytail and wraps a hair tie around it. She redoes the ponytail over and over again until she’s satisfied. It’s tight enough to hurt, but most updos are.

“Should I do it up into a bun? Or are you ready to be done?” She pauses. “Ha, that rhymed!”

Puppy can’t answer that question.

“I think I’ll put into a bun. Then you can go do the rest of your chores. You’ve really fallen behind, huh? Things get pretty gross when you don’t clean them for more than 52 days. And that’s your fault, because I wouldn’t have had to punish you if you were good.”

Puppy nods. At least if Master is doing her hair, she’s giving Bunny a break.

~~

You would not consider what’s happening right now to be a break.

You’re tied to a table, blindfolded with heavy headphones over your ears. Your nose is plugged, and your restraints are tight enough that you have trouble feeling your fingers and toes.

You don’t know how long it’s been. It can’t have been too long, you haven’t been given any water or food, and you know Jane won’t let you die. Still, you can’t escape the thought that she’s just going to leave you like this and never come back.

You can’t escape any thoughts. You never understood, before, why Kit said sensory deprivation was the worst, but you can see it now. Your mind replays the horrors you’ve gone through over and over, and while part of you is convinced that she’s never coming back, another part is sure she’s right there, holding a knife above your body just high enough that you can’t sense it.

Why would she strap you to a table if she wasn’t going to do anything? She must be just waiting, knowing how much worse the anticipation makes it.

You won’t know when it’s coming. That’s what’s the scariest. You can’t prepare and you can’t relax, you can only wait as your mind produces more and more horrifying options for what her plan is. You know that’s exactly what she wants, but you can’t stop.

The anticipation is awful. You just want her to get it over with, even if it hurts. You want to go upstairs and eat human food and hug your friends, and that will come faster if she just hurts you now. You just want it to be over.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @ghostsinthecloset @scp-1296 @fuzzybucketz

[falseandrealultravival]

Days of eating soil (book review) ... Tsutomu Mizugami's "food" essay

earthen pizza (just kidding)

Mr. Tsutomu Mizugami(勉　水上) (1919-2004) died recently, but he has an excellent book on "food". That is "every day eating soil, my devotion 12 months". (Although it seems to be read as "Minakami Tsutomu", he called it "Mizugami".)

When I used to read the manga "Oishinbo: a eater delicious foods", the main character, Shiro Yamaoka, when he said, "Among the cooking-related books that are full of street now,  it's only worth reading ..." I had an intuition, and that's right, Shiro mentioned this book. The only such (= worth reading) book is "days of eating soil". I knew this book about 30 years ago.

Days of eating soil-Twelve months of my devotion (Shincho Bunko)

• Author: Tsutomu Minakami

• Publisher / Manufacturer: Shinchosha

• Release Date: 08/27/1982

• Media: Bunko

However, if I get a little mischievous, "If only" the days of eating soil "are worth reading, then" Oishinbo "will also be" a book not worth reading ", and it will be praised for its worthless book. "Days of eating soil" also invites the paradox that "it is not worth reading". Well, it's the rashness of Tetsu Kariya, the author of "Oishinbo". "Oishinbo" should have been excluded.

Coupled with the appearance of this "Oishinbo" and "children who refuse to eat the food in front of them because they are too annoying with the ingredients", it was a work with greater merit and demerit.

By the way, Tsutomu Mizugami was born in a poor lumberjack's house in the Wakasa region of Fukui prefecture. Was sent to a Zen temple). There he learns the basics of Vegetarian food, but at the end he leaves the temple, experiences various jobs, and is recognized as a writer for his work "Frying Pan Song". Then He had became a Naoki Prize writer.

In this book, if you read it in anticipation of a "cooking recipe", you will be wrong. Well, there is a way to pickle Umeboshi in the upper reaches of the water, but this book is a book that describes the "heart of cooking". Of course, Mr. Mizukami's culinary spirit shines when he encounters various ingredients.

At the time of writing this book, Mr. Mizugamiami lived in Karuizawa Town, Nagano Prefecture. Therefore, he develops the topic of vegetables and fruits that he can make, receive, and buy by himself. One of them, the part where Dogen Zenzi's(道元禅師) words were chewed upstream of the water:

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When cooking and preparing all items, do not look at them with the eyes of ordinary people. Don't think in the mind of a mediocre person. You have to pick up a piece of grass and build a big temple and go into something like a fine dust to do the Buddhist sermon. Even when making poor vegetable cuisine, you shouldn't be disgusted or poor. Even if you're making a good meal with milk, don't be overjoyed. You should hold back your bouncing heart. You must not be obsessed with anything. Why is there a way to dislike poor things? Why don't we try to be good without being lazy even if it is poor? Never let your heart move by being caught up in the goodness of goods. Changing the mind with things and changing the language with people is not something that is bodhicitta.

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This word is the fundamental thesis of "every day eating soil". For example, with regard to radish, while despising an actor who cannot sell as a "radish actor", he says, "There are no ingredients that are as grateful as radish that can be obtained anytime, anywhere." , I think that it is a good radish with enough "spiciness".

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Also, from the description in the chapter in July, myoga (Japanese ginger) is called "stupid" by the greengrocers. Shurihandoku(One of disciples of Buddha )has a weak memory by nature, often forgets his name, walks with his name tag down, and myoga grows from his dead grave. I followed him around. Here is a word from Mr. Mizugami: "For me, myoga is like a summer vegetable that I want to do a medal, but what do readers think? I don't know the vegetables that have the amazing flavor). "

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A word of the day: Winter, when you eat only dry foods without blue vegetables, spring April and edible wild plants, bamboo shoots in May, plum making in June, Japanese ginger in July, and so on. Seasonal ingredients will appear naturally, and you will be able to see each ingredient and the dishes made with it. Please take a look at this work, which is like a gem that treats those ingredients without distinction.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

I posted 117 times in 2022

That's 57 more posts than 2021!

102 posts created (87%)

15 posts reblogged (13%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 92 of my posts in 2022

Only 21% of my posts had no tags

#redacted asmr - 50 posts

#redactedverse - 45 posts

#redacted audio - 38 posts

#redacted david - 21 posts

#redacted darlin - 19 posts

#redacted angel - 19 posts

#mha - 17 posts

#redacted sam - 15 posts

#redacted asher - 13 posts

#redacted milo - 13 posts

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#and totally wont feel like changing the entire thing i've got so far for darlins pov based on the responses

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#5

Let's be honest, when someone you absolutely adore the content of notices the bullshit you post, there is a sense of glee mixed with genuine terror because "Oh my god how did they find me I thought I was invisible"

81 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

#4

A Little More Warmth

A/n: I’m bored and have writers block for three different WIPs so I’m making a mini fic because one of my friends mentioned something that got me thinking.

CW: Fluff/crack, Typical Angel innuendos, David being a grumpy tsundere, GN and nondescript appearance for the listeners, mentions of alcohol, Sweetheart being their local menace to Milo, Asher and Baabe being flirty to each other, Darlin being stubborn, Sam being a good mate, Arden bullying Christian

Redacted Masterlist

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

Angel had thought they were more than prepared for it all. They loved having the pack over because then they could see ‘the mates’. They convinced Davey to buy some beers because trashy beers at a pool party were everything for the aesthetic. Their mate had finished with his yard renovations, which had taken forever in Angel’s opinion, and Angel wanted to show off their new badass backyard. It had taken some time to convince Davey that “yes they should have some of the pack over because it will be an awesome bonding experience and don’t you love me, Davey?” 

He had given in when Angel promised to learn a new dish with him. Well, new for them. David knew how to make everything, despite what he claimed. It was okay, Angel would keep his secret for him, pat pat.

At first, Milo and Sweetheart had shown up. Angel had been overjoyed to see one of their favorite prank partners, which they jokingly called their sneaky link. David always pretended that Angel didn’t exist when Sweetheart and them constantly referred to each other as their ‘sneaky link’ or ‘side piece’ or ‘secondary/third hoe’. Milo just sighed like he had to the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was amazing.

“Side hoe!” Angel exclaimed, launching themselves at Sweetheart. The stealth went invisible for a second by reflex before reappearing and being pushed to the ground through the force known as the alpha’s mate. The department official laughed as their arms wrapped around the other in an embrace.

“Demons and Daemons Angel! You’ve got a lot of energy.” Their whispery voice said. Angel nuzzled against Sweetheart’s chest, not really caring about anything except the fact of pillow. 

“Yeah. Davey,” They could practically hear David’s glare from that. “didn’t tire me out well enough last night I suppose.” They said. Sweetheart bit back a snort and got up while Milo whistled, pretending to not have heard anything. Probably the smart decision. Angel felt a hand close around their bicep help them up. When the hand didn’t let go, they tipped their head back to look at David with a goofy grin. “Hello my handsome and wonderfully awesome mate David Shaw.” 

“Trying to backtrack isn’t going to save you, you little snot.” He said. Angel giggled and twisted to press a kiss to David’s cheek.

“No, but kisses will.”

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

Darlin shook their head, glaring firmly at Sam, who remained in the darkness that the room provided. Darlin stood at the doorway, the hallway light illuminating their profile. Sam was trying not to get distracted by that.

“You said your pack invited you. You might as well go, Darlin. Besides, I’m sure it will be fun.” He tried again, feeling tiredness tug at his bones. This argument, if it could be called that, had been going on since last evening. He loved Darlin, he really did. But god could they be stubborn.

“Just because I said they invited me doesn’t mean I have to go. Besides, it’s going to be awkward there and you can’t come because of the stupid fucking sun.” Darlin said. That had been their argument, paired with nonverbal groans and glaring. While it did warm Sam’s heart that Darlin wanted him around when they were with their pack, he knew it was also important that his partner be with their pack alone. When he was around, they just spent time with him. He enjoyed it, but they needed their pack too. It was a weird mix of emotions.

“Please don’t pick a fight with the sun.” Sam said, trying to get a smile or laugh from the shifter. He failed in that and he sighed. “They’re making a bid for attention, Darlin. If you keep rejecting them every time it’s during daytime, your relationship with them is only going to grow more awkward. Besides, you said it was a pool party, so if you’re just underwater when you’re swimming you don’t have to talk to many people.” Sam regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He could practically see the gears in their head turning. “No you can’t just stay underwater the entire time, you’ll drown.” He said. He tried to keep the weary from his voice, but with his mate it was lecture after lecture. 

“Wasn’t gonna do that.” Darlin mumbled. It was a lie, but Sam just shrugged. “Okay... But I don’t even have a swimsuit. You need a swimsuit to swim, cowboy.” Darlin tried. Sam rubbed his face as he walked towards Darlin.

“Okay, first off you didn’t care about that when I told you not to jump in the pond. Second, you can buy one if you need to. Although I’m pretty sure wearing some kind of athletic shorts or something and a top would still work.” He said. Darlin huffed and Sam could feel their breath against his skin. It still smelled like the smoothie that he had made them a couple hours ago. They had been at his house for the past three days and now three nights. Neither of them had talked about moving in together, but Darlin was doing that thing where they slowly move their stuff into his home, whether knowingly or not.

“I only needed to jump in that stupid pond because-”

“We’re not talking about your excuses, we’re talking about how you’re going to that pool party.” Sam interrupted. Darlin huffed again and reached into the room, flipping on the light switch. It had been on previously, but Darlin had turned it off when Sam denied their request of calling David and saying that they were sick or something. One, because David was terrifying and Sam wasn’t about to lie to him. Or anyone, he wasn’t a liar. Two, because it would be good for Darlin to go so he wasn’t going to offer up any excuse to stop it. His mate was petty at times.

The shifter walked over to the dresser and pulled it open before grabbing one of Sam’s t-shirts.

“What-”

“I’m going to it, but you have to compensate for the emotional pain I’ll be going through.” Darlin answered before Sam finished the question. He sighed and left it be. It took a bit of searching and help from the vampire before they found a pair of shorts that Darlin could use. “I could just shift to swim. David’s house has a high enough fence.” Darlin pointed out as Sam yawned.

“Wet dog smell.” He said simply with a shrug and earned another glare from Darlin, to which he just laughed it off. If they were genuinely upset with him they probably would just walk away. So considering the fact they were still here he didn’t offend. “You’re going to want a towel too. It’s polite.” He added.

“You would know about politeness, wouldn’t you cowboy? But I’m just going to run home, so there’s no point.” They added. Sam kept his question of whose place was considered home to himself. His brow furrowed as Darlin dropped the clothes on the ground and their fingers hooked under the hem of the shirt they were wearing now. It was also Sam’s now that he looked at it. 

“What are you doing?” He asked as they took the top off to throw unceremoniously at Sam’s face. He caught it and lowered, his eyes sticking to the fabric as Darlin changed. He would like to watch of course, but he didn’t want to make them uncomfortable. Although a few glances were taken. He couldn’t help it when his mate was so breathtaking...

“Changing. I’m not going to bring a bag of shit to David’s house and end up forgetting something.” Darlin said as they slipped into the shorts and kicked their jeans off to the side. Sam sighed and walked over to grab them. “I was gonna pick it up... later...” Darlin said sheepishly as they watched him. Sam only arched a brow.

“Get going already. I’ll see you soon.” He said. Darlin nodded and grabbed their phone from the nightstand. He was pretty sure the battery was dead since they didn’t plug their phone in, but David was bound to have a phone charger if Darlin needed it. 

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95 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#3

Seeking Company - Shigaraki X Reader

A/n: At long last, I have decided to give a birthday post for the best crusty boy around. It’s short because I have to also start thinking about Bakugou’s birthday post really soon. But next year he’ll get a better one that connects to this one. Kinda like a part 2! I’m sorry shiggy baby!!!

CW: fluff, Shiggy being introverted and kinda awkward because I said so

Saying you admired the strange man that had taken over the newly named Paranormal Liberation front would be an odd statement to you a few days after he took over. You had seen him sit on that throne and proclaim what the organization would now be like with all his lackeys beside him. You’d seen Re-Destro turn into someone that would grovel at his feet. Although you had always thought that your former leader kind of looked like pinocchio. So maybe this man who wore a hand on his face was better? 

Either way, you sat down with your back to the wall in a hallway, quietly playing some random game on your phone. You didn’t really care what it was. It was just a mindless game to pass the time as you waited for a chance to go home. You had a movie you wanted to watch and leftovers to eat sitting in your fridge. 

“What are you playing?” A raspy voice asked you. You raised your eyes to look at who the voice belonged to, your gaze meeting a scarlet one through the obstructions of a hand placed over his facial features. It was Shigaraki. You looked back down at your phone, exiting the game to read the title of it.

“Plants vs Zombies.” Your first words ever speaking to the strange man. He nodded his head before continuing on his way, one of his lackeys that you didn’t know the name of following him. Your interactions persisted like that. A question and a simple answer. Sometimes it would end right after that, or he would continue with the questions. 

The one time you actually had a full conversation with him that wasn’t about bored curiosity was in early April. You were staying late, doing a favor for a friend and filing away some paperwork and information files. The information was outdated, but it was better to keep data than throw it away. At least, that was the policy from before Shigaraki had taken over. You didn’t know his view on it, but since he hadn’t said to do anything otherwise, you wouldn’t change it. You heard the door creak open and turned your head, being greeted with a familiar sight by now.

“Heya.” You chirped before going back to your task, expecting the normal route of conversation. Of course, it started like that. He moved over to a desk, hopping up on it and sitting down. He placed his feet on the chair, one hand supporting his head while the other rested across his thighs.

“What are you doing?” He asked. You hid your smile as you continued. 

“Finishing some work for a friend. Why?” You asked, shooting back one of your own questions for the first time. You heard him softly chuckle, although it was muffled through the hand. You were curious about that part of his attire. It was a constant.

“Just wondering why you’re here so late. It’s nearly eleven y’know.” You shrugged and turned around, leaning against the cabinet and crossing your arms in front of you.

“Yeah. I know. But if I don’t do this now, it’s gotta be done later. Plus I finished the last episode of my favorite show so I don’t have anything I want to do tonight in particular.” You responded, a smirk on your face. You watched his partially gloved hands carefully fidget with the base of the hand. This was curious. You walked over to him and he straightened, eyes narrowing. “Why do you wear that on your face, Shigaraki? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before without it on. If you took it off when you introduced our new goal and everything I wasn’t looking.” You asked. He sighed and pulled himself further onto the desk, his legs folding in front of him. He let his hands drop into his lap as he looked at you thoughtfully.

“Why do you want to know?” He asked. It wasn’t an answer. You wondered if he often deflected questions with his own questioning. It was clear that he didn’t like talking about himself. Only his goal. You shrugged again.

“Just wondering why.” You answered, partially parroting what he had said earlier. His hand raised again, his forefinger carefully tracing each finger on the hand on his face. 

“Symbolism.” He said simply. You frowned, not understanding. What did he mean by symbolism? Symbolism for what? But he obviously wasn’t going to elaborate.

“Alright.” You said before hopping up to sit next to him. “So what are you doing awake so late then, Shigaraki?” You asked him, glancing over. He raised his face towards the ceiling and you watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed before answering. 

“I couldn’t sleep. It’s my birthday today.” He said. You stared at him in surprise. It was his birthday?

“I’m sorry, your what?” You asked incredulously. He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“My birthday. Y’know, the day I was born into this world? It’s the anniversary of that.” He muttered sarcastically. You sighed and gave your head a small shake.

“No. That’s not what I meant. I know what a birthday is. I just didn’t know it was today. You never said anything.” You amended. He pushed back some of his white hair.

“Of course I didn’t. Why should I? My birthday is hardly important in the grand scheme of things. We’re almost ready to level up and challenge the main boss.” He said. You bumped his shoulder gingerly with your own, surprised to feel solid muscle. He always looked so scrawny...

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t be able to do that if you weren’t born. So I think that’s something to celebrate.” You said with a grin. “Besides, it’s an excuse to eat cake and get stuff.” He looked over at you boredly.

“Fun fact, I can do that now anyways. I don’t need to wait for April fourth to roll around.” And the sarcasm was back. You frowned at him, crossing your arms in front of you. “Oh don’t pout please. It’s kinda annoying y’know.” He said. You uncrossed your arms and spread out your hands behind you, leaning against the desk.

“Fine fine. But I still think you should celebrate. I love celebrating my birthday.” You answered, closing your eyes as your smile made its comeback. “The singing, and partying, and treats. Plus it’s free stuff when they give you gifts. Who couldn’t love that?” You asked. He scratched at the sore skin on his neck.

“Me. Being around all those people while they’re waiting for a thank you? Nope.” He answered. You got off the desk and moved towards the printer, pulling open the paper container. You grabbed a sheet of it. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked. You closed the container, obligating not to answer. You grabbed a marker and wrote in big letters, ‘Happy birthday, Shigaraki! Your friend, Y/n!’ before you drew random doodles all over the page. You thrusted it towards him, a shit-eating grin on your face.

“There. Happy birthday. I wish I knew ahead of time because then I could actually buy you a card instead of making a crappy one. But next year, you bet I’m going to make you the best birthday celebration ever. And you can choose the people that attend. Deal?” You asked. You looked at him staring at the card before he started to stare at you.

“Yeah. Deal I guess.” Shigaraki replied. 

-----I’ll make a fancy spacer for him some other time and edit it in-----

A/n: I hate this so much. It’s so rushed and shitty. But I wanted to get it out before I accidentally forgot. T-T He deserves better than this. But I’ll give him that next time. Until then, I hope you enjoy this at least a tiny bit. 

124 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

#2

Redacted Incorrect Quotes

I have more redacted stuff on my profile in case you're interested, but I can't link the masterlist on this. It's in the pinned post though.

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Honey: I can't think when he's around!

Sunshine: Ah, young love.

Honey: No! He's as loud as fuck and I can't form a thought when someone is screaming fucking Bohemian Rhapsody in my ears!

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David: Tell me. Do you plan out all the dumb stuff you do? Or does it just come naturally?

Asher, staring at the flaming toaster: I plan, but it never goes how I want.

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Brachium: You don't know me?

Elliot: No. Should we?

Brachium: Probably? I mean, I know you.

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Darlin: I have a man I think we should kill.

David: We don't kill on personal matters.

Darlin: I know. That's why I'm telling you, because if you agree with me it's a green light.

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David: Are you seriously arguing with me about this?

Angel: Yeah. What are you gonna do? Cry?

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Darlin: You haven't seen my at my worst, cowboy. And you haven't had a chance to see me at my best yet.

Sam: And I never will if you don't get off the fucking counter with a rubber duck!

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Warden: Please tell me you didn't just shove someone off a bridge.

Vega: Listen, they were threatening me. It was self defense!

Warden: You laughed when they hit the water! It was a 50 foot drop!

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Cutie: Wow. You're being really stupid.

Sweetheart, trying to see if they can summon Cam with a squishmallow: You're one to talk!

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221 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So I have covid right? Right.

And I'm listening to the redacted sick comfort audios.

And idk why but

David saying "Excuse you?" Is so damn funny to me

I've been rewinding it to that point for the past three minutes to just giggle uncontrollably.

Also it's over for all the Sam simps once we get a sick comfort audio. Can u imagine the southern vamp trying to get Darlin to just "stop a damn minute and rest already would ya?" And "no I'm not going to use my magic to heal ya, Darlin. Your body is trying to tell you to slow down."

"What do you mean you're going to fight God for making you sick? Jesus Darlin, you're sick because you've been trying to fight god."

243 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

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