#that much i can assure you my dearest anon

[emmyrosee]

EMMY MY DEAREST MY BABY MY BELOVED <333

could I be a bit greedy and make another teeny tiny request?? you don’t have to feel obligated to do it AT ALL if you don’t want to!!! I’ve just been having an interesting time lately and you do comfort so well ☹️

genuinely all I’ve wanted all week is to be babied a bit/taken care of/pampered/absolutely smothered with soft gentle affection by atsumu when he starts to notice I’m getting overwhelmed or burnt out :(

I think he’d be good at catching it before it gets too out of control and keeping me sane. he wouldn’t let me lift a finger and he’d be so over the top with his physical affection cuz he knows I love that 😕

I feel so bad bc I feel like I’ve been bugging you a lot lately so pls pls pls don’t feel like you have to!!! I completely understand, there’s no pressure 🫶🏻🫶🏻

anon <3

YOU HAVENT BUGGED ME IN LIKE. FOUR MONTHS HUSH YOUR CUTE FACE- EVEN IF YOU DID SEND ME ANYTHING RECENTLY, YOURE NOT A BOTHER AND I LOVE YOU 😠❤️

he catches it pretty much immediately, with how you were clinging to him a little bit more than usual last night, brows seemingly forever pinched in the middle of your head and your fingers fisting the collar of his night shirt. he didn't say anything, but he definitely makes a note to keep an eye on it.

especially when, the next morning, you turn to your side to let him get ready for practice, and you hike the blankets higher and screw your eyes shut to try and tune him out.

he sees this, and crawls his body back into bed, mind now only focusing on taking care of you before you drown.

"peepee-poopoo," he whispers, hanging his head upside down to look at you, his blonde hair hanging shaggily. "where's my fighty baby this morning, hmm?"

you shrug and avoid his eyes, and pulls his head back to take this more seriously, "c'mere. come talk to me."

"you have to go-"

"i don't have to do a thing," he assures. he's quick to take out his phone and text coach that he's not going to make it, but he doesn't tell you that because the last thing you need is worrying about him missing a day to care for you.

which is one of his favorite things to do- but you fight him on it constantly. and he hopes today you're compliant enough to let him be here for you.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks, gently rubbing his knuckles over your shoulder, and when you shake your head, he leans over your body again to kiss your cheek. "okay," he whispers, lingering for a minute before pulling back to head to the kitchen to make you breakfast.

breakfast, that was supposed to be in bed, but you worked up the courage to wade into the kitchen not long after him. "hey-" you begin, but you're cut off by the yelp from his lips and the dropping of an egg square to the floor, which you both look at blankly.

he starts to snicker, "whups."

"sorry."

he clicks his tongue, "shut up- come get a kiss," he says, stepping over the egg and pulling you into a hug, and his shoulders relax when you loosen in his arms. he sponges kisses to the crown of your head, "don't ever be sorry for something i did. it wasnt your fault."

you immediately tense back up, and atsumu knows his hit the nail on the head with it, and you burrow your face deeper into his chest and he tightens his grip on you to keep you grounded. "go back to bed," he soothes. "im with you today-"

"i dont want to be so far from you," you say, and he smiles as you dont put up an argument, dont scold him for staying, but his heart sinks slightly at the idea that youre so in your head all you can think about is him right now. "not today. can i stay?"

"id be bummed if you didn't," he says. he smirks and scoops you in his massive arms, relishing in the giggles you let you as he carries you and sets you on the counter, where he then feeds you slices of fruit while your eggs sear on the oven. he feeds you breakfast bite for bite, placing a straw in some water for you to drink before carrying you to the bathroom, where he tells you to brush your teeth.

you get shy, "can... do you think... maybe-"

"yeah," he smiles. "open up, babe."

he brushes your teeth, sure to get all the areas the dentist warns him about, before pulling back with a happy sigh and holding out his hand.

you quirk a brow, "what?"

"spit it into my hand."

"ew!" you laugh, and god it truly is his favorite sound, and you turn your head to spit the froth in the sink. "youre nasty."

"and you picked me first. too late to question your choice."

"yet i do every day."

"little fucker," he snickers, and when he makes a move to tickle you, you dart away, laughter ringing in the air as he barrels down after you, down the hall and into the bedroom, where he tackles you onto the bed. "i made you breakfast and this is the thanks i get?" he sighs, playfully punching your tummy, successfully dodging your hands to try and still his barely touching fists.

"l-learn from osamu," you manage, and his jaw slacks at your audacity while you giggle more in anticipation.

"you're annoying," he snorts, leaning down to nibble your ear and neck while his fingers spider up your sides, you shriek and shove his shoulders weakly. he stops and kisses the rest of the giggles from your lips, and he hums when you wrap your arms around his neck. when he pulls away, you mewl and tug him closer. he shushes you easily, "not going anywhere babydoll, i promise."

and he doesn't. he doesn't go anywhere, merely rolling you both onto your sides where he cradles you close, cupping the back of your head protectively as you burrow into him.

every now and then, he feels your shoulders tense up and quiver, as if you're fighting tears, but he doesn't make you say anything. not until you're ready to.

and when you are, he's there, his thumb gently stroking the back of your head while your tears soak into his shirt. he shushes you softly when your cries turn to sobs, or your breathing picks up too much for his comfort.

he reminds you he's not going anywhere, ever, he's got your back no matter what, and if it takes one day or fifteen, he's more than happy to stay in that bed, brush your teeth, feed you food, anything to keep you from drowning in your own anxieties and thoughts.

"thank you for telling me," he whispers every now and again. "im so proud of you."

"im so tired, atsumu... i don't know what to do anymore."

he screws his eyes shut as your voice cracks, "you're doing great, angel. keep doing what you're doing, because its your best, and its more than enough. and i'm sorry the world hasn't let you think it has been.

"you're more than enough. please keep going for me, okay?"

"okay..."

"I love you."

"I love you too atsu..."

[shiny-jr]

Could you do a piece of the octotrio(individually) where they confess to the reader but they reject them because they don't like them,the whole chapter 3 situation, and the reader knows that they obviously do even more shady shit? Like Jade and Floyd are pretty much confirmed part of the fish mafia, Azul is a slimeball capitalist and by relation to the twins will do even more deplorable shit. Kinda like what you did for Malleus, Kalim and Leona,please?

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto.

Summary: You already had a handful with adjusting to life at Night Raven College, what you didn't need was the extra attention from a curious student of Octavinelle. Those of Octavinelle were bad news, and you did not need whatever bad news they decided to deliver to you with a bouquet of flowers.

Note: Anon, as soon as I read this request, I made a face. And not a bad face. It's hard to describe, but to assure you, I immediately muttered, "Now that's what I'm talking about." I'm so terribly picky with accepting requests, and I hate it, but this one managed to catch my eye immediately. Man, do I love rejection requests. Rejected sad and crazy boy hours are here.

Added: I drafted this up months ago and haven't touched it until now. I've been struggling on Floyd's part, so I just decided to finish Azul's part and put that out.

When you suddenly awoke in a floating coffin and miraculously became a student at this magic school, you expected surprises but not like this. As if trying to go through the daily motions while wondering which student would snap next wasn't enough, now you had a particular fellow lurking about and watching you. It would only be a matter of time before they grew tired of waiting and would decide to strike.

Oh, would you look at that. This greedy merman now has his sights set on acquiring your love. How did this happen? Why is this happening? It's difficult to tell, but for now you can only hope that he isn't concocting some terrible plot for you.

He's terribly intelligent and much too cunning, then he has his business facade to top it off. But so many times, so many times, his facade has nearly cracked around you. In fact, you wouldn't exactly call him "cool and collected." There's a little desperation in his tone when he asks for your time in a worthwhile exchange, he states. Or how his hand grips yours and lingers for much longer than is necessary whenever he has an excuse to shake your hand. And the freebies, oh god the freebies. You don't trust anything "free" from him, but he's always offering an abundance of goods, a token of goodwill, he says. Not that you trust that either.

Azul generally seems like a talented and clever guy destined for success. But, you prefer to have no affiliation with him. It's his methods to success that you can't exactly approve of. The scams, the tricks, the intimidation, every bad deed was done in such a meticulous way under certain circumstances he sets so that he faces no repercussions in the end should something go astray. Which is why when you caught on to his desire to be close to you and give you gifts, it placed you on edge as you anticipated the big moment he would act on those feelings.

"Why, hello, dearest. What a pleasant surprise seeing you here! You do know you are always welcome in my lounge." Azul exclaimed in greeting, as if the twins hadn't herded you here. The dorm leader stood in front of your table, serving you the food you begrudgingly ordered once you realized you wouldn't be allowed to go off the hook so easily. "I hope the meal is to your liking. Now that the opportunity has presented itself, I'd like to speak with you. I must admit, I've taken quite the liking to you, so please, I implore you, consider the rare proposition I'm about to offer." Azul flashed that award-winning business smile, as he held up a bouquet of flowers decorated with colorful pastel shells. He had practiced his speech for hours, and now he was awaiting your response. However, when he noticed your hesitance and obvious discomfort, his heart stopped.

His smile became more strained as he went off script, attempting to further convince them that he was a worthy suitor.

"I assure you, I will be a wonderful significant other. Not only am I the head of the Octavinelle dorm, but I am a top student as well. As you know, I also own the Mostro Lounge and have a great many connections to students across campus."

With every second that passed, he was growing more desperate. That much was obvious.

"If you desire gifts, I will deliver gifts. If you wish for affection, I will drown you in my affection. If you ask for praise, I will pen poetry that rivals literature venerating the most coveted figures in the land and sea's histories!"

Well, this was awkward. You did not anticipate him to have the brazenness to confess publicly. It felt more like a business proposition than a confession. Maybe this was a part of his plan to profess his affection in his lounge, a controlled environment, where there was a higher chance you would accept under the pressure of the many eyes of other customers taking notice. His smile faltered the more the unease festered in his gaze as each second passed.

The answer was no. You wouldn't date him even if the deal included a weekly allowance, because you had a lot more to lose. You weren't sure what category Azul fell into. Acquaintance? Yes. Friend? Possibly, but that was pushing it a bit.

The owner of the lounge was greedy, cunning, and conniving. No matter what he had, it never was enough. Even when he swiped the powers of countless fellow students, he still wanted more. If you gave him an inch, he would take a mile. And you weren't exactly quick to forgive him for his many past transgressions.

Even if he's claimed to have mended all his ways, repented, seen the light, and made a switch, Azul remains a business man above all. And honestly, you'd rather not be dragged into his affairs, especially since you're fairly certain that some of the things he's done may be unlawful or accomplished by going through loopholes in laws. All of his attention and time was consumed by his academics, his business, and creating other deals to earn a profit. These were the three that took up his time the most, and it kept him incredibly busy. That was one thing, the other was this: How long would things be sweet before he allowed his desire to sour the relationship? Sure, at first he may shower you in gifts, cash, and affection, but you're sure that eventually the relationship would become bitter by his possessiveness and bottomless greed.

So... you're declining... I see. Perhaps the incentives aren't enough. Allow me to offer you something more. He felt humiliated. The rejection gave him flashbacks to primary school and his constant refusals then, but this one hurt ten times harder. Back then those were just silly childhood crushes that were worth nothing, this was different. This was worth more than all the cash in his vault. Eventually, he improved himself in his youth with stubborn determination, and that's how he would win again. He would use charm, manipulation, underhanded tactics, wit, and stubborn determination to ensnare your heart.

[silverflqmes]

What about playing with oikawa, atsumu, osamu, kuroo and akaashis hair? Like...just pulling them on top and stroking their hair would be the most comforting shit ever😴

໒⦂ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖/ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑.

notes. hello anon! thank you so much for requesting, this is a really cute prompt oml<3 i hope i was able to do it justice :’) i wasn’t sure if you wanted drabbles or headcanons so i did a mix, enjoy!

genre. fluff + comfort

ft. tooru oikawa, atsumu miya, osamu miya, tetsuro kuroo, keiji akaashi

tw. implied to be post timeskip, so there might be spoilers if you haven’t read the manga!

gender neutral! reader.

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⌗ oh. he loves it so much.

⌗ always happy and willing to have you play with his hair! might tease you at first about it though.. i mean — come on. it’s tooru.

⌗ “see y/n-chan, all those long showers and amounts of conditioner are worth it in the end! fluffy hair doesn’t happen just like that!”

⌗ doesn’t really have a particular position he prefers. but, if there’s an opportunity for him to be able to watch volleyball matches while you play with his hair — then bingo

⌗ makes him sleepy though tbh so you do it when he doesn’t get his ass to bed

“tooru-san..” you murmured quietly, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you made your way to the brunet, sliding onto his lap. “the bed feels cold without you.. are you almost done..?”

a chuckle left the setter’s lips as he turned the volume down a bit on the tv before placing your head on his shoulder. “that so? did you really miss your tooru-san that much?” he asked you softly, laughing at the whine that left your lips. it was enough to answer his question. “okay, okay.. i’ll tell you what — we cuddle here for a bit while i finish this set, since this match has two more sets..” he muttered before clearing his throat. “and then we’ll go in our room together, okay?”

you weighed his words, contemplating his suggestion before nuzzling into his neck, loosing a quiet breath. “you promise?”

“i promise.” the brunet confirmed, smiling softly as you got more comfortable on his lap, slipping one hand idly into his hair- an old trick you would use to either calm him down.. or in this case, serenade him.

tooru hummed at the action, aware of your true motives, but he couldn’t complain. he had his most favorite and beloved person in the universe clinging and cuddling him while running their fingers through his hair. and although it made him sleepy, he was on cloud nine.

“goodnight, y/n-chan.” he chuckled once he felt your fingers slow to a stop, rising from his spot on the couch to carry you back to your shared bedroom.

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⌗ he loves it a lot too!

⌗ atsumu is definitely the one to initiate the most in your relationship, so whenever you approach him first — oh, his heart soars.

⌗ but he teases you for it. why wouldn’t he? his dearest lover wants to be close and card their fingers through his hair!

⌗ “do my ears deceive me, y/n-chan? ya wanna play with my hair?? hold on lemme get my recorder so i can keep this on file-OW! DON’T PULL!”

⌗ playing with his hair honestly calms him down really easily, especially when he’s on edge from a game, argument with osamu, or whatever else might be bothering him in the moment. it just resets him a little :’)

“you okay, ‘tsumu?” you asked upon stepping into your shared flat, doggy bag in hand. “samu asked me to bring you this when i went to onigiri miya today after my shift.” you added softly, joining him on the sofa. “everything okay?”

the blond looked over at you for a moment before letting a huff out, shaking his head. “don’t wanna say. yer gonna think it’s dumb.” he grumbled back, sinking more into the couch while you blinked.

it couldn’t be that bad, right?

a sincere smile crossed your lips as you petted his head gently. “come on, ‘tsumu. you can tell me anything! i promise i won’t laugh or think it’s dumb.” you assured him, placing the food down before patting your thigh.

for a moment he looked you up and down, then at the food. perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to tell you.

he let out a breath before lowering his head onto your lap, feeling your fingers weave through his hair in such a soothing manner. he could never tire of it, and somehow, it made him less reluctant. “i was playin’ switch with shoyo-kun and bokuto-kun, when this tiny ass spider suddenly crawled onto the table and freaked the shit outta omi-kun.” an exasperated sigh. “so he took his cleaning solution and started sprayin’ all frantically.. which got onto the joycons.” he confessed, pointing to the envelope on the coffee table. “so i have to send them for repairs, meaning NO SWITCH THIS WEEKEND.”

silence.

“y/n-chan..?” he called out, looking up to see you shielding your mouth — from laughing. “YER LAUGHING?? TRAITOR!!”

“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY PFFT-”

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⌗ he likes it a lot! he’s on the neutral side with physical affection compared to atsumu, but doesn’t reject it lol

⌗ whenever you ask he’s always happy to oblige, loves feeling your hands in his hair, anyway. it relaxes him and just feels super good in general.

⌗ honestly takes him back to lunch time in high school under the trees, just laying on your lap while you ran your fingers through his hair.

⌗ doesn’t really say much when you play with his hair, he’s just got his eyes closed while you do it or is watching the cooking channel with you.

⌗ “should i make this for dinner tonight, or too much?” the answer is and always will be yes, because this man’s food is just<3

“hard day at work?” osamu asked from the kitchen, feeling your arms around his waist as you nodded against his back.

“something like that.” came your low sigh, followed by an annoyed grumble. “my boss gave me this really tough manuscript to edit.” ah, of course.

“did they now?” he asked, to show he was listening, and you hummed in agreement.

“sure did. i don’t get it, samu. they’d publish this piece of shit work, but not my story?? it’s preposterous.” you grumbled, pouting when your lover let out a laugh. what was so funny anyway? “hey!! don’t laugh! i’m genuinely irked by this!”

“sorry, love.” he chuckled a little, sliding the vegetables into the curry he was preparing before turning to kiss your head. “didn’t mean to laugh, just thought ya sounded a little cute there.” he responded, and it was true. you did sound adorable to him. “but you’ll find the right publisher someday, the world’s just not ready for yer book to destroy the market.”

you were reluctant at first with his words, but gave in, anyway. it was osamu miya, your everything. how could you possibly resist? “i suppose, i can wait a bit longer..” you agreed, albeit begrudgingly. “but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook!”

the gray eyes male rose a brow before turning the knob on low. “that so? well, what would i have to do to be off the hook?” he asked, placing one hand at your waist while the other cupped your cheek.

a grin spread across your lips before you slipped your fingers into his hair. “i think you know the answer to that.” and that he did.

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⌗ this man is so for it, he’ll literally be smirking like a cat who wants petting.. might even purr ( or moan ) as a joke..

⌗ you could honestly ask him whenever or he might just even approach you half the time tbh cuz he’s not even worried about getting his hair messed up ( i mean.. that bedhead is unmoving )

⌗ doesn’t really mind the time or place, but prefers being in bed since he can lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair; it’s just easier and more comfortable lol

⌗ “cut me some slack y/n-chan, i worked super duper hard today.. the all star team sure is high maintenance!” — says this when he was literally doing nothing but laughing his ass off from the sidelines while hajime was scolding all of them ( tooru and atsumu.. ) over an altercation.

⌗ once your fingers slide into his hair, tetsuro is not moving. got a shift today at work? you’re calling sick. got plans with your friends? consider them cancelled.

“oh?” tetsuro rose a brow, noting the ds in your hands, which had his suspicions rising. “dare i ask where you got that from?” he inquired, taking up the vacant spot on the bed as he leaned over your shoulder.

your eyes barely lifted from the screen as you hummed, directing your character to a save point before looking over at your lover with a smile. “i think you might know the answer to that already.” you laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “kenma let me borrow it for the week.” just as he suspected.

a hum left the cat eyed male’s lips as he got comfortable in his spot, scooting closer to you. “i figured as much.” he mused, draping an arm around your waist. “think you got room for one more on your chest? or is that reserved for video games only?”

you rose a brow at his response before letting out a laugh. “is that pettiness i detect, tetsu?” you asked, snickering further before letting out a breath. “i suppose i can make room for tonight..” you drawled out, turning off the device before placing it on your nightstand to charge.

a feline smirk etched onto kuroo’s lips as he wrapped his legs around your waist, moving his head to your chest as he closed his eyes. “perfect, that saves me the bribery.” he snickered out, feeling your fingers card gently through his hair as you scoffed, but smiled anyway.

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⌗ i don’t think he would mind it honestly, but at first he might be a little confused as to why you would want to play with his hair — or more like he wonders what enjoyment you might get out of it — and now i’m overthinking😐

⌗ anyway, if you do ask him, he will allow you to play with it! he’d never say no to you, as he wouldn’t want to deny your happiness.. and might be a little curious himself

⌗ “are you sure this is gonna help, y/n-san? it seems a little too simplistic to rid me of my — oh.” it was needless to say he took his words back immediately.

⌗ once he realizes that he enjoys it, it’ll become your go to if he’s ever super stressed or having one of his mini anxiety attacks ( those two manga panels resonated sm with me )

⌗ likes to have his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair ( might read too as you do it ), it’s very relaxing<3

“keiji?” you called his name softly, lifting your head off your pillow to find a male silhouette kicking off their shoes at the doorway. “it’s late.” you told him when he stepped into the dim light of the tv, frowning a little. “i was beginning to worry..”

“i know- sorry for missing dinner with you.. tenma-san wanted me to stay longer to try and figure out the direction of the new chapter he’s writing.” akaashi sighed out, sleep evident on his visage. he’d been working hard on finishing the chapter for three days now to meet the deadline, but it was taking a toll he hadn’t quite acknowledged yet.

but you did.

“keiji..” you murmured quietly before patting your lap. “come, lay down for a bit.. you’ve been working really hard, so you deserve to give yourself some time to relax.” you told him, smiling a little. “at least the chapter is finished so you can rest for a little without worrying of what needs to be done next.”

it was true, the turquoise eyed male knew it to be true, but he just couldn’t relax.. he kept thinking back to it, if what he done was good enough to be published for the public to see. the last thing he wanted to was let tenma down after all and —

“keiji.” you called again and he snapped from his thoughts, nodding slowly.

“sorry, sorry..” he muttered back, laying down on the vacant space while he rested his head on your lap. “how is this meant to help, though?”

a sigh left your lips, thinking the boy to be clueless. a few days at the office and he was up in the clouds. “just give it a second.” you told him, removing his glasses before carding your fingers through his hair, massaging him gently.

within a few minutes, he was out like a light.

notes. hi hi, i hope this was what you were looking for! i tried to keep them all somewhat diverse, but thank you again for requesting! some feedback would be much appreciated<3 so feel free to send another ask to tell me your thoughts if you prefer to stay anonymous!

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[singsweetmelodies]

Hi there! Im still kind of new to f1 so please, can you share all the piarles deep lore with me? Like your favorite moments from them, the story of them growing up, etc. I have a burning need 🙏 ❤️

hiiii dearest anon! i am so sorry for the delay in replying - i saw this ask and immediately got SO freaking excited, because, well, piarles is my absolute OTP in this fandom, so of course i'd love to share all the details about them!!

i started working on a piarles lore post almost immediately, and that's when i realised... um, there is actually rather a lot of piarles lore. like, a lot. enough that i've been working on this post for over a week in-between work and irl stuff, and it's still not done??

so yeah.... 🙈 i just wanted to reply to you today and say that i have seen this ask and i am working on a piarles lore post for you ❤️😘 it's just taking quite a bit longer than i thought because of how much piarles lore there is. but rest assured, the post is definitely happening!! thank you SO much for asking, and for giving me the chance to embark on the most fun research project ever <3333

[thotsforvillainrights]

Might I request a little dad!stain story?

(I will pull something out randomly and I hope it'll suffice, dearest anon! Also I realized I'm not sure if I gave Stain's daughter a name or not yet so I went ahead and did it in this one.)

~Dad!Stain Tooth Fairy

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

"Daddy!!!!" A familiar shrill voice called from the other room. "Well looks like you're her favorite tonight." You teased Chizome with a small smile. He shrugged and placed his now empty cup into the kitchen sink. "I suppose so." He mumbled on his way down the hallway to his baby girl's room. When he entered, he'd immediately went into panic mode at the sight in front of him. Chie was standing ON her vanity and looking at herself in the mirror, heels dangerously close to the edge! He wanted to shout and ask her how she got up there but realized he might startle her and cause her to fall down. He settled for sneaking up on her which thankfully worked considering she was focused on the inside of her mouth. "Don't you dare get up here again." His voice scared her, making her scream for just a second. "My eardrum..." he mumbled as he carefully placed her on the ground and kneeled to be at eye level with the girl. "Chie, what on Earth are you in here doing?" She pouted and opened her mouth, one small and chubby finger pointing on the inside. He tilts his head and examines the inside, carefully gripping her chin to hold her head still while his free hand roamed along the top set of tiny teeth. He settled for one directly in the front of her mouth. "Ah, I see. This is a lose tooth. So lose that it looks like it's going to fall any day now."

Chie gasps at his words and quickly slaps her tiny hands over her mouth with a panicked expression. Chizome can see her eyes gathering tears so he thinks up a plan rather quickly. Finally his he comes up with the most reasonable thing at the moment, something rather stupid that he would never believe in a million years.

But hey, she's a kid after all.

"Don't cry little one. Think of what the tooth fairy will bring you for this tooth once it falls out."

"Tooth fairy?" She sniffles, rubbing her eyes and staring at her father with childlike wonder. "Yes, the tooth fairy." He has to hold himself together to not physically cringe at the thought of something so foolish. Chizome continues nonetheless. "Yes, the uh...tooth fairy. He's this magical being in a dress that uh...i don't know, floats around looking for dislodged teeth. He just collects the things, and then he leaves...gifts?"

"Gifts, really!?" He rolled his eyes and nodded at her. "Yes gifts. So let's go set everything up okay?" He points at her bed and watches her run over to it. His heart did small flips at seeing her excitement on full display. Even though the myth was silly, it seemed to cause small children so much joy so who was he to complain? He walks over and pats the pillow. We have to put it underneath here and you need to go to bed. First step is getting it out. Now it might seem scary but I assure you that the thing is so loose it'll come out easily and you won't feel a th-" His eyes widen as the little girl reaches into her own mouth and snatches the tooth out, smiling as a small line of blood trickles down her lips and chin. "Okay now gifts?" He takes a second to compose himself before grabbing the tooth and putting it under her pillow, still slightly shaken at her sudden action. Alright, you lay down now for bed and I'll bring you something special to wash your mouth out." She obeys quickly, (a rare occasion for her considering she fights bedtime with all her might every single night) and gets cozy in her bed. He returns with a bowl and a cup, the cup holding salted warm water. She washes her mouth out with the water and disposes of the spiddle in the bowl. He takes the supplies back to the kitchen, tucks her into bed, and keeps watch for her to fall asleep.

You smile at the sight of your love checking several times throughout the night to see if your daughter is asleep. It's finally go time around 9 p.m. as she's finally dozed off to rest. He acts fast, grabbing a handful of coins to place beneath her pillow. Chizome is careful to not wake her during the whole process. Finally he takes the tooth from beneath the pillow and slips it into his pocket He takes a moment to stare contently at the sleeping girl. His hearts starts twisting up again...much in the same way it did on the day she was born/adopted. "When did you get so big?" He whispers to himself, gently petting her head. He leans down to kiss her forehead and retreats back to the doorway, turning to look at her one last time before turning off the light and heading back to the room where you were waiting.

"Did it go well?" You ask as he settles himself into bed, rolling on his side and draping an arm over you. "Went very well. Now get some sleep. We'll need it when she wakes up in the morning and wants to spend the money immediately."

[saltydumplings]

i made a side account. :]

today's flower is a dahlia, a sign of love and devotion (and my personal favourite). the history i'm about to share with you also harkens back to the aztec empire, similarly to the marigold.

originally, the dahlia was important to aztecs for medicinal purposes, as its stem was hollow, and could hold water and other liquids. when the spanish colonised the empire, dahlia seed was imported back to europe, where it quickly took root in france and england. one particular french queen actually forbid her servants to speak of its existence, if i remember, but obviously that did not work. it was a key player in the french revolution for a brief point in time (desperate peasants attempted to eat it, only to accidentally discover for future scientists that the dahlia is very much not edible), and in victorian london (young women used them to court).

nowadays, the dahlia is the national flower of mexico, despite not having much importance in ancient cultures beyond its hollow stem. i'm unsure how the dahlia won over the marigold, likely the spanish, but i would need to fact-check.

there is much more, but this is already shaping up to be one of my longest messages, and i don't know if your inbox cuts down long messages.

i hope your life has been lovely, and my apologies for the delay in messages.

sincerely,

flower anon

AHHHHHH YAY!!

EVERYONE GET YOUR BUTTS OVER HERE FOR YOUR MONTHLY DOSE OF FLORAL HISTORY!

Don't worry about any delay in messages - I can assure you that my answering speed is much worse. Besides, it's always a delight to see you in my inbox! Dahlias are beautiful, I love the way their petals curl in on themselves but I never knew that their stems are hollow - that's so cool!

I hope May has been treating you wonderfully so far, and I look forward to seeing more from your new blog!!

Til we next meet, my dearest flower anon <3

[sebsxphia]

I have a random thought and I don’t know where else to share it so I’m gonna say it here and I hope that’s ok.

Personally, I just know that if I get pregnant and go into labor that I’m going wait until the last minute to go to the hospital. This is because my cousin was super paranoid about Braxton hicks contractions when she was pregnant with her first and kept going to the hospital thinking she was in labor. This happened so often that my family took “bets” on how many times she would go in for a false alarm. I would refuse to go on the chance that it’s a Braxton hicks and assure my partner that I’m fine.

Anyways, I can totally see myself being in active labor and being adamant that it’s just Braxton hicks and that I don’t need to go to the hospital. I’m just imagining any of the daggers freaking out and begging their to go and just being messes that first time dads (or partners) are. I can just see like Jake for example saying “sweetheart, dearest, love of my life, please please please we really need to go to the hospital” but their partners keeps insisting that they’re fine despite having obvious contractions.

of course you can share your thoughts here, my dear anon! you’re always welcome to! but ooooooof. bless your cousin! i can imagine it must be so confusing, frustrating and worrying all at once!

when you mentioned this, i could only think of the office where pam’s in labour but refuses to go to the hospital 😭 and the daggers would be exactly like jim, just begging and pleading, whilst still trying to be sweet, supportive and understanding. it’s a whole ordeal, but they’re so over the moon when you eventually go!

thank you so much for this thought, my dear anon! 💌

[messinwitheddie]

HOOLA! How much of Cini’s goofiness do you have to deal with on a regular basis? What does he do that both intrigues and annoy you?

Tallest Soxx, if things worked differently between you and Kii. How would you have approached and woo her? Are you gonna hiss at Hitz if he gets in the way? He’s been gunning for you behind your back.

Zim! Did things settle with you and Mem’s smeets? Are you guys good now? No more weirdness?

Tallest Red, what’s it like for you in the afterlife? Meet anyone you knew in your past? People you lost during your reign? Have you kept watch over the living? Do you know how heartbroken and miserable Purple is without you? He’s really struggling….

Hoola "How much goofiness, you ask? All of it. I deal with all of it. Tallest Cini is an intriguing drone. I do admire his outgoing nature. Cini illuminates every space he occupies; no one can deny this.

He doesn't annoy me so much as he frustrates me. He really really frustrates me....*sips from flask*

Like most old drones, my tallest is deadset in his ways. He will not break certain bad habits for anything or anyone. He is forgetful and never makes an effort to be punctual; I have to remind him of everything, all the time and he tells the same stories and jokes over and over... then sometimes, he surprises all of us out of nowhere.

It may be inappropriate for me to say this, but I consider tallest Cini one of my dearest friends. Serving as his coordinator is a privilege for me, despite any headaches he gives me.

Soxx "I would have not done anything differently. My goal was met. Kii is perpetually linked to me, mind and matter within the core collective. Isn't that correct?"

Kii *grumbles begrudgingly* "Correct..."

Soxx "Hitz opposed me for a time, but he too joined the core collective. We operate simultaneously."

Zim "What awkwardness do you speak of? I'm well-received among Mem's swarms."

Red "It was strange at first; a little awkward. The first thing I clearly remember experiencing after realizing I was really dead was sitting at the long table.

I met a bunch of fellow tallests there. I even met my hero, late Lich... but I wish I hadn't. He was NOT impressed with me.

I can only catch glimpses of the reality I've been severed from. I know Purple is hurting. It hurts me too. It rips me apart inside.

I never planned to abandon him. He shouldn't mourn himself to death along with me. I wasn't worth it; not as a soldier or a tallest.

I could have done so many things differently. So much potential lost. Now I have an eternity to reflect on this. I want to become a better drone; someone strong enough to support Purple while he lives on to be the drone he was meant to be.

I met two fellow late tallest who assure me they can lead me away from the long table to start a journey of self improvement."

[silenzahra]

Aaaand I'm done with the questions for today! It's been a total of seven questions from this game and I've truly enjoyed answering them! 😁 Thank you so so much, my dearest friends and anons! You made me so happy! 🥰

I might be a bit absent during the following days since the situation is still a bit hard at home, but I'll try to continue dropping from time to time to see your amazing content! Sorry in advance if I take some time to give you feedback, but rest assured I will sooner or later 🥰

Also, the rest of my pending asks will be answered ASAP as well! And I continue working on writing my fics slowly but surely 🥰 Hope I can bring new content soon!

See you all very soon, my beloved friends! Thank you again! 🫂💖

[gojonanami]

Hello Sabina!! Greetings to you!! I heard there's an election for Professor Geto"s admirer"s community? I hope it's still open! I'm sorry for the delayed application, you know how much I respect him, it's just that I had exams past few weeks!! If they are open, I'd like to apply to be the representative! I hope the following skills and traits suffice (if there is any other particular need, please let me know! I've only included things about myself which I suppose would fulfill the criteria!) --

•I'm the "🤩 kid" of any group. I can create the hype. That is my personality. My energy is contagious, I can help in making sure the mood of our community is never too gloomy. 😌 My only weakness being going without prof. geto for too long.

•I've won several debate competitions throughout my academic career, scored a whooping out of out on every English project assigned to me and not only that - I manage to impress the teacher genuinely (you know what that amused eyes and pleasant smile looks like, don't you? 😌). Which means I know how to use words to sell a idea and convince people to be on my side - something that's expected of the representative. We gotta grow out our smol little cult afterall too <3

•My friends trust me with impromptu speeches (after, let's say, any seminar), I'm their go to. I'm a confident public speaker, and a natural at it. I can represent our propaganda opinions. And shut down anyone who shames us for being simps, even though we are :D

•I'm a Math + computer sciences major, which means I can bring kids from other majors and make this as big help them realise the beauty of his gorgeous face this amazing subject called ethics. :D

•I have helped kids carry out shenanigans in past, I'm good at being partner in crime and keeping a secret. The club can stay a secret from Prof. Geto himself if that's the need. I can bring that assurance if I'm given a position of power.

•I can bake top class chocolate cake, which shall do to keep people entertained and their taste buds fulfilled. Besides that, I can sing, dance and be the group clown. :D

•I'm confronting, don't avoid conflict. Can play devil's advocate, which means I'm also skilled at hurting people with sharp words if it comes to that. (Prof. Gojo being my personal inspiration and daily mentor at it, yes physics is one of my subjects too) and is really needed. As I said, I'm good at debates, I as a representative I will stand in front as a shielding barrier, talk on behalf of us and protect our community if anyone dares threaten it. Hmph.

•I'll keep reminding everyone to stay hydrated.

•I'm good at planning (given I've been studying maths and computer sciences majority of my life ; my brain is just wired to build algorithms to get desired output) so I can also help the president plan our meetings in a way it best accommodates everyone's schedules.

•I'm also a social butterfly and am more inclined on the "likes and enjoys social interactions" side, so I can update the members with essential information if they miss out on any club meetings.

•I'm a diplomatic person in nature, I can also help resolve and minor (or major for that case) issues among club members.

>>> Honestly, I'd take pride in calling myself the representative - that tag is a flattering one for me to hold and have. But if you and the other members decide I'm better suited for any other position I'm more than willing to take it up!!

Thank you for your time and consideration!! Looking forward to the election results!! If I'm given the power and position of a representative I promise to work hard and fulfill my duties for the same. 😌🤝🏻

🤩 anon

Dearest 🤩 anon,

no need for apologies — your studies come first, as we as a community and prof geto believe. you have several incredibly useful skills and I believe you would make a wonderful representative! I would love to appoint you as such.

speaking of which, I’ll set the deadline for these elections for when part 3 comes out (2/23 at 8 PM EST)! so if anyone wishes to apply, this is the time :)

[rrasado]

• Paternal Wishes •

This is for the fatherless girlies out there 😔-/HEAVYLHJ My dearest genshin anon I wish you knew how many fatherless jokes I made behind the screen as a I typed this piece, as a Diluc kinnie I have bullying rights ok-

⚠️ Mentions of Death ⚠️

Taglist: @luvielle @citirusu

Diluc is a callous man, that was probably a wayward adjective most can silently agree on when it comes to describing the Ragnvindr Master. But when he found a special someone to settle with a decade ago everyone collectively agreed that something changed within him. It wasn’t an obvious effect of domestic life nor was it a fatigue specially gotten when tending to your family rather, a relieved glint within his gaze whenever his attention was unoccupied by his usual work.

Then came the day that another close beloved left him behind, the grief reopened past wounds that no one dared remind besides his ever elusive “brother”. The fire his vision ignited became dangerously desperate, it wasn’t the mighty flame that stretched its blazing wings across the air but an avian who departed from its flock too early, desperately flying away to try and find its kindred within the cruel night’s wind.

The line of nostalgia came to a halt when he snapped his gaze away from the candle light, sighing as he averted his scarlet gaze back to where you sat, a bright youngster who couldn’t keep their nose out of a book and Diluc didn’t mind this one bit. The Ragnvindr blood had always been a dominant gene, and you proudly showed off the bright red locks you inherited from your dear father, but your smile and the way your eyes glinted with excitement was unmistakably gotten from your passed parent. Something Diluc had always said he moved on from, but white lies can’t go against burning red, right?

And if he endured that grief to this day then what more would you have to bear should he also fall into the clutches of an untimely death. Such a pessimistic line of thinking made him question how late it was but realistically speaking who do you have left besides him? Sure you were well loved by the people of Mondstat and you have your fair share of friends your age, and he knew deep within his heart that your Auntie Jean wouldn’t neglect you with his wishes but then again she was in the same risk of deathly peril as he was. Barbara? A respectable role model for his child one he wouldn’t mind you looking up to as both an Idol and a familial figure.

“Papa? Do you wanna read?”

Diluc snapped out of his trance, your youthful voice brought him back to reality after staring off into space for a minute too long. You seemed to have taken it as him eyeing your fairy tail book and after working for so long today maybe he wanted to consume something more fictitious rather than the mundane paperwork? That’s what you thought at least.

The older redhead only replied with a dry chuckle, standing up ever so slowly before approaching your much smaller figure and hoisting you and your book up in order for him to slip into your seat— garnering your figure to make rest on his lap. His words of assurance towards your question managed to tug a smile on your expression.

The book you held was a special gift from Lisa for your last birthday, a beige leather book that had a compilation of children’s fairy tales. The current story you were reading was that of a Fairy kingdom where the royal heir goes on adventures with the aid of a holy songstress, an other worldly pirate, a northern toy maker and a benevolent kitsune. Meeting all these people reminded Diluc that perhaps you had a brighter future compared to what his intrusive thoughts entailed. You were currently at the part where the royal heir had finally returned to their kingdom not knowing that their father the King had grown ill.

Diluc grimaced at the scene especially when your innocent mind pointed out how much it sucked that the Heir wasn’t able to spend much time left with their papa. In an attempt to stop you from going down a dimmer line of thinking like he did, he took the reins and began reading for you. You’ve always been unconventionally bright, perhaps you just got it from both parents, something he’s simultaneously cursing and thankful for. And so on he read with the gentlest tone he could muster lest he fail his attempt.

“Even when the fairy king became one with the flowers… He’d always watch over his child, from young royal to a proud monarch. Plucking a flower from the ground is rather… iffy but, know that the absence gives new space for something only the royal child can make. One day you’ll make something of your own and when you do, many people will be there to cheer you on” “Really?” “Of course sweetheart.”

Soon enough you finally retired to your quarters, book clutched within your arms as Diluc pulled your thermal blanket over your figure. He softly shut the mahogany door before turning on his heel to trudge back to his office, passing by the foyer’s open window where he had a perfectly good view of the star littered sky above. Deep down he wished it was him instead of his beloved, he shook those thoughts away allowing his gaze to linger a little longer whilst his thoughts slowly drowned back into the plane of what ifs.

His comrades, his family, his allies, he truly hoped that one day you’ll have your own chosen kindred just like him, ones who wouldn’t allow your hopes and dreams to fall and shatter on the ground into unfixable pieces. That was wishful thinking— even with his current efforts, the world as is was crueler. He ought to send a more realistic wish, one where he hoped that one day you would have people to help you pick up your pieces. A young flame as bright as yourself can pull it off… This was a fact he can count on even beyond the grave. 

“Dawn always comes… and until then, sleep well, dear.”

[florbelles]

i understand that everyone is absolutely sick of hearing from me on this topic, but given that, as many of you have doubtlessly also seen, this is something that has actively affected other members of the community and some of my dearest friends, i do want to say some final words on the topic, and then i’ll move on.

i’ve made a similar post once before. i was angry, then. at this point i am simply exhausted and saddened that this is seemingly an inescapable part of the fandom experience, and it is the reason why i am not active in the ways i would like to be anymore. to be clear, i miss it. i miss it a  lot. i miss it so much, in fact, that there have been multiple times that i have legitimately debated whether or not the tradeoff was worth it. the answer has always been no.

my first tendency is always to assume that something is a me issue, if not in fact then in my feelings towards it. the fact that my experiences are shared assures me that it is not. it would be wonderful if i could simply put everything aside and say, i don’t care that every answer i give in an ask meme, any wip snippet i share, even my responses in tags, will show up elsewhere. here’s the thing, though. i do care. and so i have simply decided to remove that aspect of my fandom experience, genuinely feeling that when the inevitable happens, i’ll have no one to blame but myself.

while i should like to give the benefit of the doubt in most scenarios — similar fandoms can give way to similar ideas, after all, and i share many concepts and themes with the works of my dearest friends i’ve met through fandom, having discovered them in part because of it — there are some scenarios where behavior patterns and repeated instances of direct, verbatim or near-verbatim plagiarism has occurred, not only to me but to others, oftentimes in ways that are conspicuously out of place or even contradictory to previous output, that it becomes impossible to ignore.

additionally, while my primary reason for remaining on this site is because i am overwhelmingly grateful for the wonderful friends & mutuals it’s given me, and i very much want to continue to support their work and interact with them on the platform where we met, unfortunately there is another, far less supportable reason, in that this aforementioned pattern is difficult at this point to attribute to inspiration or enthusiasm. the latter i understand; it’s one of the great advantages of existing in a communal creative space, and inspiring other creators and reinforcing their love of their own work is incredibly rewarding. when there’s a degree of duplicity involved, however, with other creators publicly claiming to have pioneered concepts that are yours (and were implemented for years prior), or even taking meta talking points when speaking to new fandom members about joining with a specific type of character or arc that they did not, in fact, join with, but in fact acquired later in direct opposition to their original premise (but i did, in fact, join with years prior and never felt the need to comment on), i begin to understand that the desire is not simply to share a creative space, but to claim it. 

this has not always been an incredibly sympathetic problem to have. the response to someone, or multiple someones, sharing that they have dealt with direct plagiarism of personal projects to the extent that it has destroyed their fandom experience when contrasted with the response elsewhere when someone receives a bad review or anon hate has made it clear where it falls on the fandom grievances list. that’s perfectly fine! no one else is expected, much less obligated, to be bothered by it; i don’t share this in order to insinuate that anyone should behave or feel differently about it, but simply to account for my own behavior, because the reality is that it’s not something i feel particularly safe speaking about, and it’s something that i have often chosen to ignore in silence. i am not comfortable doing that in scenarios where i understand it is not only happening to myself. i can no longer choose to take a high road and tacitly condone it by my continued amicability; i’m no longer simply saying, “i am willing to ignore this happening to me,” i’m saying “i’m willing to look the other way when people i care about are hurting.”

to be clear, i will never publicly point fingers. i will never, ever condone shaming, bullying, harassing, or targeting someone. i simply want to be able to privately curate my fandom experience without there being a ripple of dramatics questioning who i follow or block and for what reason without it blowing back on me and my friends to the extent that it becomes a conflict i have to publicly address, as has happened in the past. i simply request that my boundaries are respected, as well as my right to having them.

thank you for bearing with me this far, and thank you so much to all of the incredibly lovely people i’ve met who continue to make being a member of the creative community so, so worth it. as always, i’m incredibly excited to watch and support your own creative endeavors, and i sincerely hope that one day i’ll reach a place where i feel comfortable fully joining you again.

xx stella

[seelestia]

HELLO HELLO HELLOOOO !! :DD

You're probably wondering why I'm not using an anon to ask right now- but that question will be answered as soon as you scroll down to the bottom of this ask, so don't spoil yourself before you've finished reading the entire ask >:D

ngl I don't have much to say other than send you some tiktoks that I wanted to send lmaooo

Here's a cute scara tiktok :P

Here's an tiktok that made me so speechless that it's hard to describe

that last link made me think of you, not cuz of what the tiktok was about but because the tiktok starred al haitham and ur the first one I thought of to send it to huehuehuehue (sorry if i scarred u, or should I say scarra-ed?)

and here's the main purpose for this ask!

I just saw your new oc on my dashboard and thought "hMmMmMm, I have an idea :D"

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Here's a lil gift from me to my dearest author! Thank you for always answering my answers and being one of my first online friends :''D!! Thank you as well for having accepted my requests and prompts <3 (albeit all of them were angsty hehehe) - Ever so sincerely yours, Jae 👹✨ <3 (i hope u like the drawing!!)

JEWJDKDKKW??? JAE, HELLO??? I AM SPEECHLESS RN. i wasn't expecting to obtain the honor of having my boy drawn in your art style 😭

AND I AM HONORED because:

1. your art style is sooo pretty and squishy like an edible soft slime that i'd 100% sprinkle sugar on and eat???? I LOVE IT SM <3 (/pos)

2. jae, you don't really need a full fledged reason to come into my inbox 🤧 like you can literally just leave a tiktok link with a "heyyy, liaaaa :D" AND I'D STILL RUN OVER TO ANSWER YOUR ASK !! >:) (/g)

3. i am resisting the urge to include your art on caelin's official profile so i can show it off to everyone. like the will smith meme with the proudest grin on my face, yes. (but only if you'd give your permission, ofc~ i totally understand if you're uncomfy! i'd still cherish it either way hhhhh <3)

ngl, the first time i saw boss scara, i went "aww, look, he's in there" while knowing fully that he'd wring my neck if he hears me say that LOLLL but YESSS, nyehehe to your heart's content, mr. crazy chaos bringer with mommy issues 🫣 (/j)

I CHOKED AT THE ALHAITHAM ONE. all i said was that i wanted to study him like a lab specimen but viewing this tiktok made me feel like my face is being shoved into his chest and idk how to feel 🚶(/j) BUT THE SOUND EFFECTS AND THE CLOSE-UPS, HELP. yes, it definitely scarra-ed me... until aethernity... PERFECT COMBO MUAHAHA

and now, i shall return the trade by offering you these two tiktoks: the raidens' reunion abridged and scara in grandpa pj's that reminds me of you >:)

TYSM FOR THE GIFT, JAE <3 I LOVE IT SM WORDS CAN'T EVEN EXPRESS 😭 it's always been a joy to talk to and go crazy stupid with you !! <3 and tbh, you didn't even need to thank me because i can assure you i never ever feel tired when it comes to answering your asks >:) you can imagine a samoyed puppy pouncing on you for a hug because that's me rn. (/lh)

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

I REALLY WANNA MAKE A FANFIC OUT OF THIS BUT IDK HOW!!! but I'm ganna try........................................... ok so the tarnished is drunk asf and has been staring at ranni with sadness in their eyes. When Ranni ask them whats wrong, they gently grab one of her hands and kissed her knuckles. "Please don't fall inlove with someone else" they pleaded with a hint of desperation in their voice. This shocked Ranni and calmly asked "My dearest consort, I wouldn't do such thing." She puts one of her hands to wipe the tear off of her beloved's face. "Tell me, what is it that plagues thy mind? Did i do anything wrong?" She tilted her head out of confusion and waited patiently for an answer. The tarnished began to shed more tears. "It feels like I don't deserve you." they sniffed and made no attempt to suppress their emotions. "I'm a lowly tarnished. Shouldn't you be inlove with someone whose also an empyrean?! their voice cracked. They couldn't bear to look at her anymore and looked down in shame. It broke Ranni's heart to see them like this but she won't just sit here and do nothing. She pulled them to her chest and embraced them. "Nonsense, My dear. I choose who i want to love. Not anyone. Not my family and friends. Not even the two fingers." She asserted. The tarnished heard her loud and clear. They slowly look up to her. There was never a day nor a moment where Ranni's eye stop looking at them with love. Even her phantom half does the same. "Thou art my dear consort, eternal. Nothing can change that." She assured them. The tarnished finally calmed down and felt drowsy. Ranni chuckled and let them rest on her lap. "I suppose the alcohol has something to do this. But nonetheless, I have cleared thy doubts yes?" The tarnished already drift to sleep. Ranni didn't mind. She was content that her consort loves her as much as she loves them. The End. :D what do you think and any criticism?

That's a cute concept. I'm not doubting it's there (and usually, I'm engrossed in the "I don't deserve you" of the Morgott variety) but it would be interesting to see how Ranni and her consort navigate the duties of the crown. I know I've come across a one-shot with the Tarnished being consort to Radagon and doubting their abilities to help rebuild but I'd love to see how they'd hold up when ushering in an altogether new age.

I think you should go for it, anon.

[tellywoodtrash]

Hi TT.

I recently came to terms with the fact that I am queer. I use that word because I haven't exactly figured out what label I fit into. All I know for sure is that I'm not straight. And I'm terrified. Being desi and queer doesn't even seem like something that's possible. I mean openly. I can't tell my family. I tried telling my friends but before I could actually get there it became pretty evident that they were uncomfortable with the topic altogether. I don't have anyone to confide in and even now as I'm writing to you anonymously I'm still terrified someone will somehow trace this back to me and I'll get in trouble. I feel suffocated and I feel terrified that I can never be myself because everyone will just hate me. Do you have any advice for me or any comforting words? And even if you don't I just really really needed to share my truth with someone and your blog seems like a very accepting space.

Dearest anon,

First of all, I am so honoured that you chose to share this part of yourself with me. Thank you so much for trusting me, and you can be assured this is a safe space for you. I am giving you the biggest and tightesttttttttttt hug you've ever had!!!!!

There's lots of noise and conversation on "coming out", but please know that it's in no way a mandatory thing. You don't need to reveal this side of yourself to anyone if you don't want to, until you are ready. Anyway in desi society, talking about one's sex life is taboo; so game the system back: your preferences are none of anyone's business. Your safety is paramount. Only come out if and when you feel utterly comfortable and safe with a person. My biggest advice for you would probably be that you should make sure that you are working towards being financially independent from your family. Even if they are unsupportive (or in worst case scenario, the situation becomes unsafe) you should have the freedom to leave and make your own way in the world. Emotional freedom is more tricky, and that will take more time and effort, but that's for a professional therapist to guide you with.

I am sorry that your friends seemed unsupportive and uncomfortable with the topic. It's saddening and frankly, absurd; because you're still the very same person, you just learnt something new about yourself. Discovering new sides to yourself is all a vital part of growing up, and your friends should embrace this part of you just like they do any other growth you go through! It's possible that perhaps some of them are actually supportive but reluctant to speak in a larger group setting? So maybe you could try talking to those who you think might be open to the idea on a one-on-one basis. If someone is openly queerphobic though, it's time to reconsider your friendship with them. You don't need that kind of energy in your life. Either way, you don't need anyone's approval or permission on this matter any more than you do on your favourite colour or taste in music. And sometimes, you grow out of your friend circles. This doesn't mean you/they did anything wrong; it's just a relationship that has run its course and isn't adding value to your life anymore. You can still have goodwill for them as you part, but you deserve friends who accept and embrace this part of you. So be open to expanding your circle and making new friends!!!!

And oh, please remember to love and accept yourself! As I always say, the longest relationship you will have in your life is with YOURSELF, and you need to make sure that is a happy one. Read more on the subject(s), educate yourself, and surround yourself with media that shows you the joyful side of being queer, rather than just the challenges. (Again, please remember to be safe, use incognito mode and VPNS and alternative accounts rather than the main ones you have all your friends and family on.)

All in all, please know, if no one else got you, you have me (and my friends who follow this blog) in this little corner of the internet, super duper proud of you and always wishing you all the love and happiness and success! 🤗🤗🤗🥹🥹🥹 I hope you live your best authentic life!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️♥️❣️💖💗🌺🌷🪷🌸💮🏵️🌻🌼☀️⚡🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

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Hi! Coul I ask for some afo giving some reassurance and reminders to reader that he loves them? Ty! 🌸

(Anon, can I give it to you in the form of a character letter?! CAN I DO IT!?!?!? I miss doing character letters so damn bad. That and the fake texts ugh, I'm going crazy!)

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To My Dearest Love,

My Darling I apologize in the wake of my absence for the past week or so. As you know, my tasks become somewhat essential toward the future I'm hoping to achieve. This being said, I do understand your restlessness regarding our relationship as of late. I can assure you I am receiving each call, and ever text message you have been sending me. I want to apologize deeply for not properly replying to them as I should be. I felt it would be more genuine had I sent you this letter considering my cellular device isn't always as reliable under certain conditions as I would wish it to be. I would like to also take the time to remind you how much you truly mean to me. My love I can assure you that I've had you on my mind since the very day I needed to depart from your side to get this dreadful work done. I think of you every day and every night. When I must rest, I regret not having the chance to rest by your side like I'd prefer to do. Each morning I awake with a sour taste in my mouth knowing I cannot simply greet you a good morning as I wish to do. You are the only person that I need along my side. In fact, if I may reiterate that statement, you are the only person that I DESIRE by my side and how thankful am I to know you must feel the same. I will remind you that I shall be arriving home sooner than you know and when I return I hope to show my love in just not my words but my actions as well.

Signed,

-Your beloved.