#;the son of man || ic posts

[fallensxvior]

"Careful," Yeshua laughed. "Don't let him hear you say that."

Yeshua pulled back the hood of his cloak, weight shifting under him. The topic of worship was one that he had pondered for many a century, discussing with kin and other gods for a very long time.

"I think the relationship between a human and their Gods is a personal one. My father feels entitlement to the adoration and worship of the Mortals, but.. we're not entitled to anything. A human's love should be freely given, not taken by force."

oh! At the explanation she understood. So they were worshippers of multiple deities. Interesting. She’d admit she was a little jealous that there were people who didn’t worship her, that people had multiple gods who had plenty of followers. But she didn’t say it out loud. It wasn’t needed. But it was interesting, how other worlds simply worked. Something she’d clearly forgotten.

”I see. I wonder why he thinks them as such. It is not wrong for what they do, everyone is entitled to as such if they so please,” Sothis decided with a nod. After all she doesn’t mind it too much. Every god deserves it. “And how do you stand on it? Surely you are more… better, than your father.”

[fallensxvior]

"The more I think on it.. what would I even do for Sinsmas? I'm not Hellborn. I live in Pride with Luci, but.."

"Maybe I could help Charlie with whatever she's planning for the hotel?"

[fallensxvior]

"Miryam and I talked about having children when I was human.. but we knew that since I would die about a decade out from our wedding, it wasn't wise for us to have kids. They would grow up without me, and I couldn't bear the thought of leaving them behind."

[lokisasylum]

Shippers (especially Taekookers) obsession with Jimin and his family is getting worrisome. Like WDYM you're STALKING his dad and trying to find out if his brother is online like ya'll did with jk's brother tagging him in shipping stuff or asking personal info?

What do you mean you're stalking his dad's café on IG 24/7, getting on his DMs, trying to police what he should or shouldn't post or USING what he chooses to post as validation for your ship? When ya'll are the weirdos setting up Jimin with your equally weirdo shipping gifts (and FUCK that joker HAG, Lupita).

Leave their families ALONE.

Its one thing to visit the place and post about it, but downright STALKING his dad? That's messed up.

And Jokers need to stop with the weirdo posts, taunting Taekookers with their BS shipping wars too. 'Cause none of ya'll are out here having to clean up the mess hours later and now we got (USELESS) little 7s thinking PJMS are jokers too or that we condone the shit you pull.

Man I hope that prediction comes true about Jimin coming back from the military completely changed, saying fuck everyone and just focusing on HIMSELF.

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

god tywin lannister deserved worse

just remembering elias death and i wanna puke and the way tywin talks about elia and what happened is so damn gross

but rip tommen and myrcella we all know what’s about to happen in the next book :/

the cycle of violence just keeps spinning and damn you tywin for beginning it

(i got a bit crazy in the tags 💀)

[sonchiildren]

"Heehee, booping Mr.Beerus is fun."

[hauntingblue]

Yabushige count your fucking days. I am so mad

[fallensxvior]

Yeshua swallowed softly, tugging gently on his cloak as he stood opposite the other. Lilith. his sister in law, the Queen of Hell- and yet it was not her power that made him nervous. No, what made him nervous was the knowledge she had.

She had known long before he had that his father was a monster. What would she think, seeing that it had taken so long for Yeshua to come to the light?

"I wouldn't begrudge you to turn me away, Lilith. But.. this is the only place I could think to go."

A knuckle taps against the Queen's chin, her eyes fixed. There's a touch of perplexion, but intrigue, as well. "And what is it that I'm looking at?"

[fallensxvior]

"There are people who think I'm bad?"

"Who did I upset?? What did I do??"

[e-m-p-error]

[ Valentino ]

I cannot believe that someone on Sinstagram just slammed me for being an empath. Fuck that. Fuck all of you pendejos thinking I'm a fake-ass bitch. D<

[fallensxvior]

"I admit... I do think Miryam would only be more radiant if she were with child..."

His face is red just thinking about it.

"People that aren't turned on by the idea of putting a baby in their partners are cowards."

[chuluoyi]

✎ baby to the rescue

- gojo satoru x reader

in which gojo recruits your baby son to “save” you from a credit card salesman

genre: immense fluff !! baby gojo and dad!gojo shenanigans~

note: based on this and this reel. with this i hereby declare that anything past chapter 235 is null and void HAHA anyway, i truly want to post remarried empress au by this week but since 261 leaks hurt me so much, i need more fluff so have to postpone it to next week :') tagging @karikari19hikariiii <3

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Your husband Gojo Satoru... is handsome as hell, which means your baby son is also undeniably good-looking.

"Why do you pout at me?" Satoru poked his squirming baby's cheek while pursing his lips too. "C'mon, smile! That auntie is smiling at you!"

Everyone who passed by them in Shinjuku shopping district turned heads to admire him and his pumpkin just a little longer, and Satoru visibly enjoyed the attention. He smiled back at them, occasionally winking even.

If only they knew how pretty his wife was too...

Wait, no! On second thought, if they know how hot you are, there will be problems!

You had left him to go to the nearest pharmacy to restock some things, while Satoru decided to entertain his baby in the toy section. He basked in the starry-eyed looks people were giving him... until he heard some strange sounds and turned to his baby boy—

—who was chewing the beak of a duck toy with all his might. Satoru was mortified.

"—! Let that go! Your mama will beat me if she sees you eating this!"

Your baby paid him no mind though, desperately pushing the duck into his mouth. Satoru sat him on one of the empty racks and began the tug of war—

"Let go!" he reprimanded. "You're so naughty, gods—!"

Some people were now openly giggling at both of them. His son tried to resist by rolling, and Satoru clicked his tongue. He then yanked the toy away until his baby finally let it go, sniffling sadly that his papa wouldn't let him have the duck.

"Oh, you..." he picked him up again and consoled the pumpkin. "You can't do that, you hear? First, it's not clean. Second, mama will grow two heads to chew you and me both, understand?"

No, your son totally didn't understand a thing. Satoru sighed, seeing his little blue eyes welling up with tears. He ruffled his head and pulled him close. "There, there... I'll get you ice cream, okay? Now let's go."

Satoru was determined to turn his son back into a smiling, happy baby. But just as he was about to head towards the ice cream parlor, he encountered the most unbelievable sight—

"Miss! I guarantee you'll love this credit card features!"

You. That was clearly you, and a salesman (or a bozo, in Satoru's eyes) was trying to bother you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no— thank you—"

Yet the bozo was still persistent, like the pesky fly he was. "You can use it to pay for your monthly beauty treatments! Someone as pretty as you..." He eyed you from head to toe, blinking suggestively. "Oh my! Your skin is flawless! You have to maintain it this way! I can also give you recommendations for—"

You were wearing a flare dress that made you look so young and petite, and obviously, Satoru too was lusting after you. And true, your skin was smooth like a soft serve of mochi, but still!

You are meant for him and his eyes only! Oho, this bozo would get heavenly punishment.

He had to get to you somehow, but this was public space and if he cooked up some sort of shenanigan, you would put him in sex ban. I can't have that! so Satoru wracked his brain to think of another way...

Once again, his gaze fell on his now calm baby, who was also looking at his mama over there with utter curiosity. And an idea immediately popped up in his mind.

"Hey, kiddo, look at that, a bad man is trying to take your mama," Satoru nudged him as if trying to egg him on. "We can't let that happen. Will you help me to save her, hmm?"

"Mama..." your baby looked back at him so innocently before smiling. "Mamaaa!"

"Good boy." Gods, his baby was so adorable, he almost felt bad for doing this but...

Swallowing his guilt, thinking he would make it up later, he pinched his son's butt a little too firmly—

"WAAAA!" and suddenly, the little boy burst into tears, and even Satoru was surprised by the sheer volume of his wail.

The sudden inconsolable sound of your baby sent you scrambling in panic, your eyes wildly searching for him, completely disregarding the credit card man. "My baby!"

"Eh?" the credit card man was visibly surprised. "Oh... so, you're married...?"

You immediately made your way towards Satoru and snatched your baby from him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, there, there... What happened to you?" you shot your husband a distaste look as your son kept wailing. "Satoru, why is he crying?"

He nonchalantly shrugged. "Maybe missing his mama? Dunno~"

By now, you had completely forgotten the credit card bozo, but he still looked at the three of you in mild surprise. Satoru took this chance to approach him and whisper in his ear:

"You see, my wife doesn't need your credit card," he whistled. "My cards or lumpsum money will do more than enough."

After seeing how pale the bozo looked, Satoru chuckled darkly... before leading you and your son away from the crowd, with one arm possessively around your waist.

Epilogue

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry, okay!?"

Satoru looked down at his son in utter hopelessness, as the little boy refused to be held by him, looking at him with teary, resentful eyes, and backing away from him in his playpen.

Can babies hold a grudge? Satoru didn't know, but his son definitely was not happy with him, and he couldn't think of any other explanation other than his sin against him back this afternoon.

"I've bought you mochi ice cream!" he opened his palm to reveal the treat. "Don't you want some? Papa will give you some, yeah?"

Baby looked skeptical now, and at that moment, he resembled you so much—accusing eyes, pursed lips, exactly like the expression you would pull when you were unsure of what Satoru might do next. He almost chuckled at the resemblance, feeling giddy.

"C'mon, forgive me, yeah?" he patted his son's little beanie and offered his hand for him to take, eyes crinkling in fondness. "Now, here comes your treat, come closer?"

Your baby crawled closer, seemingly accepting him, and Satoru was all smiles, until—

Whack!

It happened in a flash. He could have avoided it, but he was too taken aback. The pain exploded in his jaw, so intense that he grunted loudly.

"What the—?! You... you—! You kicked me— in the face!"

[tojipie]

˚ ✧ content: first-time parent toji, doctor reader, fluff, brief mentions of injury

“oh— hey! found one more for you down the hall.” a dreaded patient chart is thrust into your arms before you can tell the cheery nurse that your shift is already over. 

“great,” you mutter, tiredly scanning the stack of paperwork as you make your way down the hall. it was way too late for this. 

2-year-old male, already triaged and x-rayed. drove in by his dad about 2 hours ago. nothing too extensive, wouldn’t take more than an hour to get him sent home. 

soft cries greet you at the door to the examination room, a hushed voice— his father— attempting to console the child.

“megs, c'mon. you’re gonna be okay! these are good people.” the older man whispers, sighing as the toddler’s sobs only grow louder.

your knock silences them both, the little boy trying to put on a strong face for you despite the little sniffles wracking his chest. 

the kid is a carbon copy of his dad, donning the same shaggy black hair and big green eyes. the toddler looks up at you hesitantly, long lashes slick with tears.

“see? doctor’s here,” his dad coos, feigning fake excitement as you shut the door behind you. you can hear the quiver in his voice as he says it, anxiety eating away at his composure.

first-time parent you think, cute. always more terrified than the child. always.

“how’s our little trooper doing?” you smile, sympathetic to both their states. the younger boy says nothing, wiping the wetness from his face with his good arm. poor baby.

“fell off his trike in the driveway,” the father explains, shaking his head. he was charming, soft-spoken yet commanding respect. gnarled edges of a scar gracing the side of his mouth.

“can i see? just want to have a better look at the injury site,” you say calmly, snapping on a pair of blue gloves.

“show her where it hurts kiddo,” he asks tenderly, wincing as you take the ice pack off to expose the child’s swollen wrist.  

megumi looks up at you curiously as you examine the injury, exhausted from a mix of pain and sleep deprivation.

 “mama?” he mumbles, idly kicking his feet in his father’s lap.

“no bud not mama.” the older man laughs, clearly embarrassed. you feel your heart twinge just a bit at the adorable show of confusion.  

“no broken skin, the joint is still aligned too.” you say confidently, placing the ice pack back. “likely not a break or a dislocation but i’ll look at the x-rays just so we’re positive, sound good?”

the father nods quietly, hugging his son to his chest.

“his mom was never in the picture, s’ hard handling him alone,” the older man doesn’t follow up on his comment, leaving it at that.

you nod. “i’m sorry.”

“toji,” he mumbles.

“i’m sorry, toji.”

it doesn’t take long for you to go over the blue images. an intact bone stands out against the illuminated wall, not a break thankfully. the stranger catches on soon enough, tension leaving his body at the good news. 

“looks like it’s just a sprain,” you say, pointing to the image. 

“see that kiddo?” he whispers, turning the little boy’s head toward you. “s’ nothing.”

“nofing?” megumi mumbles, clearly too tired to pay attention anymore. shy as a bunny.

“you’re gonna want to ice and elevate for at least the next two days, you should see a full recovery by then but if not i want you to come right back, okay?” you explain.

the father nods, propping his little boy down on the floor as you type out your post-visit instructions.

“say thank you to the pretty doctor megs,” he encourages, chuckling as the little boy waddles over to hug your leg with his good arm. so incredibly tiny. 

pretty huh? you could get used to that.

“fank you.” his sweet voice latches onto your tired heart and melts you from the inside. megumi slumps down against your shoe as sleep takes over, caught under the arms and swept into his dad’s arms in an instant. 

[sonchiildren]

"Ooookay, maybe Piccolo and Videl were right about needing to get some rest..."

[fallensxvior]

“Happy Birthday, Sir!”

"Keenie, my friend, my birthday is in April!" he laughed, embracing the fallen Cherub with a smile.

But he could not resist her cheer and her joy, infectious as it always had been. The girl was without compare, a light that warmed the soul as soon as one drew close. "But thank you.. none the less. Are you doing anything for Sinsmas? I am told it's a popular holiday in Hell."

[polysucks]

Part 1 of @meemawdean’s incredible art requests!

meemawdean and I had discussed some of the cultural differences among the houses and the cultural differences they portray derived from their ancient roots. Specifically, I will die on the hill that the Starks are heavily indigenous peoples coded. If you’re somewhat familiar with my art, you’ve probably noticed that I have drawn the Stark children in a lot of indigenous inspired fashion, such as parkas, amauti, kamleikas and kuspuks! I’m really interested in exploring the cultural significance of dress, style and depiction of heritage in my art for the world of A Song of Ice And Fire, and am forever obsessed with the anthropological aspect of the peoples depicted in this series.

I was recently re-reading acok, and it was in one of Catelyn’s chapters where she spoke about nursing Robb. I found it really interesting, that (at least, from what I could recall) none of the the mothers whose perspectives we get to see the story through ever spoke about nursing their babes. It just made me think more and more about how intimate the northern peoples are in Westeros— specifically, the Starks. The Starks are affectionate with each other, they hug, they kiss, they laugh and are playful with one another, and they are constantly thinking of one another, while other family dynamics we have seen are a little more…dare I say, sterile.

That’s a long winded way for me to say I think Lyanna would have been a very doting mother, affectionate and very hands-on with her son, insistent on not having a wet nurse, and very dedicated to the quiet bonding time she gets to nurse her son and nourish his body to grow. Imma end this post before I start crying lyanna no you know better than to fall for a man who uses purple shampoo