#[ im not crying you're crying ]

[wilwheaton]

[itstaisstuff]

Fun fact of the day:

Impulse witnessed all of Skizz's permanent deaths. Every. Single. One. Of them. He was there.

Skizz attacking the Crastle and Impulse defending it.

Skizz was shot by Ren, Impulse couldn't help him.

Skizz sacrificing his time for the people he trusts the most. Impulse was one of them.

[elvisqueso]

Times they had to say goodbye — [4/4]

Pocahontas (1995)

[mycatismyfriend]

BTVS 3x12 "Helpless" → AtS 4x14 "Release"

[actiondetectives]

Thinking about this parallel between Daniel Warren Johnson's "Generations" in Superman: Red & Blue #5 and Tom Taylor's Nightwing #104

Art by Daniel Warren Johnson and Travis Moore

[kanrawalker]

highlight of my 2023 is seeing sunshine boy allen walker as he finally opens up

I mean look at my boy removing his mask finally 🥹

from that boy who constantly convinces himself that it's ok and he can just "keep walking"

and pushing away everyone but can't completely, realizing how lonely he is

and that he can't let anyone go even if it would mean dragging them into his mess

Opening up to kanda (of all people)

and realizing how refreshing it is to have people truly know you, all of it: the good, the bad, the ugly - and still want to be there for you

My friends, that writing and slow burn and genuine character development there is why i love katsura hoshino

[definitelynotarabbit]

Hey hey so what if Boothill and Golden Slumbers? Boothill not having a home to return to but still singing his little girl lullabies?? What if he keeps track of when it's night where his house used to be and singing to her when he has time alone?? What if his voice isn't even capable of singing anymore but he tries? He tries to sing because he can't stand the thought of her possibly being scared in the afterlife

[quinn-borel]

Edmont

A fresh dust of snow paved the way to his destination, his cane clutched in his palm as he felt a roar of excitement wash over him, yet his old legs couldn’t carry him as quickly as he would have liked.  Still, Edmont de Fortemps, accompanied by his son, Count Artoirel de Fortemps, hastily made his way to the main hospital within the Pillars.  Up that road, down this road, through this tunnel, and across from that house–Edmont knew the area very well, though necessarily not by fortune.  However, this occasion was fortunate indeed, for he received a missive merely hours prior stating that the Lady of House Borel had given birth.  ‘Twas an exciting moment that caused him to rip himself from his desk and summon the steward to fetch his coat—his ward, the woman who called him her adoptive father, the savior of Ishgard, had brought a new life into their cold, cold world.  And he was honored to be the first to be told out of the potential hundreds of others who could have found out about Ishgard’s newest blessing–not even the Scions knew.

Not even the Lady’s own parents were notified.

The pair made their way into the main hall, greeted kindly by one of the secretaries as she realized instantly who they were and what they were there for.  With a smile, she guided both men towards the maternity ward.  Each bed area was blocked off by partitions and curtains alike, giving each mother their privacy.  Though, towards the end of the ward one curtain was slightly ajar for just a moment as a gentleman made his way through the veil.  Immediately recognizing him, Edmont picked up his pace to greet the man before him,

“Ser Aymeric,” Edmont began, “how is she?  Is she well?  Are both mother and babe-”

“L-Lord Edmont, Lord Artoirel, we weren’t expecting you both to arrive so soon.” Aymeric said with raised brows, though a smile nonetheless, “They’re fine, both of them.  Though, the little one is asleep right now.”

My boy...I’m so proud…

Edmont held his tongue, giving Aymeric a nod, “I received the missive.  Is she...free for visitors?”

“Yes, she’s free for the moment.  I was just about to call upon one of the nurses to bring her something to eat as she is famished.”

“I can imagine, given the circumstances.” Artoirel stated flatly as he was so one to do.  Aymeric smiled and shrugged a bit,

“I’m not in the position to really deny her or delay her requests at the moment-”

“Of course.” Artoirel sighed, “I’ll tell the nurse to bring her something, you stay here with your wife.”

“Th-that’s very kind of you.”  Aymeric seemed rather flustered, but Artoirel knew that Quinn wouldn’t want Aymeric out of her sight.  He was there when the knight casually approached him and the Lord Speaker to tell them that Quinn had been in labor for two hours already, and for sure she was not too happy with her husband being as tardy as he was.  Obviously he had gotten an earful and then some.

“I’m sure she’ll forgive you...eventually.” Edmont chuckled, “Right now, I think you and the babe are at the forefront of her mind though.”

“Please, allow me.” Aymeric pulled the curtain back slightly to allow the elder in, just enough so that he could sidestep through.

She was sitting up holding a small bundle in her arms with an exhausted look in her eyes, yet that warm, glowing smile on her features was ever present.  Edmont was taken aback by the scene, for the last time he had seen her was at a party just a week prior when she looked like she was ready to pop and miserable as ever.

“Lord Edmont,” she whispered as she looked up from the babe, “thank you for coming by.”

“It is an honor, Quinn–err, Mistress Borel.” he said with a chuckle as he took to the chair next to her.

“You know ‘Quinn’ is just fine for me.”  Her voice was hoarse and soft, a harsh contrast from her more boisterous vocals.

“Well, is it a boy or a girl?” he asked curiously,

“A healthy little boy.”

“And what of you, my dear?” he sat his cane to the side so that he could offer his gloved hand to her, just as a father would.  She accepted it, giving it a gentle squeeze,

“I’m fine.  They said we can go home in a few days.”

“I’ve elected to postpose any meetings until I know they’re both back at the manor safe and sound, rest assured.” Aymeric interrupted before Edmont could question the new father’s willingness to put his own duties aside.  Edmont gave Aymeric a proud nod before going back to Quinn,

“That warms my heart to hear.”

“Would you like to hold him?”

Edmont froze, for the last time he held a child was when Emmanellain was just a babe.  That was years ago…he wondered if he still knew the proper way to hold one.  But, it was fatherly instincts which kept him at ease, and Quinn gently handed the tiny bundle over to him.

“I figured it would be nice for him to meet his grandfather.” Quinn beamed as she made the statement.  Edmont felt his cheeks go rosy at the thought, taking the child in his arms as he warmed to the idea of being a grandfather, even if he and the babe and the babe’s parents didn’t share blood.  

The little boy’s eyes were shut tight as he was perfectly snuggled into the warm swaddle.  Edmont couldn’t help but to wonder whose hair he got and whose ears he inherited, but he dare not disturb the child’s slumber.  

“Oh, by the Fury, he is perfect.” Edmont stated loud enough so both parents could hear his praises, “Have you given him a name yet?”

...

That’s when Quinn and Aymeric’s eyes locked on to one another, both grinning with delight about their little kept secret.  Aymeric rubbed the back of his neck,

“Well, Lord Edmont, we wanted to give him a strong name.  A name that meant the world to both Quinn and I.” he explained.

Quinn went on, “...so, Aymeric and I discussed it…and we decided to name him after a knight.  A knight that served Ishgard to the fullest.  A knight who was known for his kindness, generosity, and overall selflessness.  Those are characteristics we want to see in our son, so...please meet Haurchefant de Borel.”

…

“H-haurchefant…” Edmont stared wide-eyed at the child, “...Haurchefant de Borel.”

Quinn hesitated for a moment, unable to gauge the man’s thoughts by the way he looked at the babe.  Her gaze fell to Aymeric once more, who equally had a look of concern in his eyes.

Before either of them could explain further, the former count pulled the babe closer to his chest, his free hand wiping away what appeared to be tears rolling down his cheek,

“What...what a wonderful name.” he wept, “I am…I am so honored you chose to give that name to your own son.”

Quinn smiled softly, “He gave his life for me...I wanted to honor that sacrifice.  And we will raise our son to be just as honorable as he was, that we promise.”

“Oh, by the Fury,” Edmont sniffled, “to hear that name once again–Haurchefant.  Ah, forgive me. I am filled with joy, truly.  My ward, and the friend of our family, raising a son named after my own?  Words cannot describe not only my surprise, but my gratitude that you would choose to carry on his legacy in such a way.”

“We apologize that we did not run it by you first, but it came to us the moment Quinn held him for the first time.”

“We honestly didn’t have any names lined up beforehand.” Quinn admitted bashfully, “But, I think the name fits him perfectly.”

“It truly will,” Edmont said with a smile, “I have faith in you both to honor my son’s legacy...isn’t that right, Haurchefant?”

The babe cooed softly in his sleep.  Truly, he had quite the boots to fill.  But, with the guidance of his parents and extended family, he would grow up to be a knight worthy of carrying the name.

[stwaidwen]

you wanted to let waidwen know how proud you felt, but he no longer needed a father's approval to know when he was right. that saddened you even more than knowing waidwen had seen his last sunrise.

[fandomcringebucket]

you know what, fuck you

[mouthwashes my oc]

[fablewritesnonsense]

Nuclear Family is Officially Finished

The final chapters of Nuclear Family are offically posted! What started as an idea for a funny little 30-50k fic became an absolute monster at 122 chapters and over 350k words.

Fallput 4 in got me through a rough mental patch in '19 by being my comfort game and something to help stir just that little bit of seratonin and dopamine by building settlements and romancing companions. So when life started getting rocky again, I turned to it and found this community and dived into fanfic again.

Nuclear Family was where I turned when I needed to work through so many rough turns over the last year and a half, and the friends I made through the comments and tumblr it are such an important part of my life now. And on top of that Ive proven to myself what Im capavle of when it comes to writing.

Without getting to much gushier here's the link if you're one of the folks that didnt wanna get invested until it was done, because its done now! And I'm also throwing in the playlist I made. You can see the esrly shape of the fic and then there'sa jumble of vibes in the middle before tightening back up for the final stretch.

[blmpff]

[roguegona]

"Hello, Snips."

[leftboob]

I just love Them. ✨

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

paint sex fic is almost 20K and there's no paint sex