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randomwriteronline · 1 year ago

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There was once, in some land or other, a child who died in a dark forest. Their body was never found and nobody ever mourned them, for they were the last of their people and alone in the world.

...

(And then?)

(And then that’s it.)

(That’s quite the terrible story.)

(It’s the only one I can think of.)

(Who even told it to you?)

(I dunno. Nobody. I made it up.)

(... Well, that’s not going to cut it. Let me try.)

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There was once, in some land or other, a boy who had been cursed by an old decrepit monster to forever wander the earth without ever finding rest. He was the youngest of twelve, and all eleven of his older brothers had been cursed as well: so they all traveled together, choosing different paths whenever they could so they would not grow bored.

One day, while treading a deep grove, they came upon a fabulous palace. It had tall lilac walls covered in wisteria flowers, and enormous windows with long silk curtains that swayed and billowed in the breeze beautifully.

As the twelve brothers looked in awe, suddenly someone appeared at the window: Hello!, it said: Who are you? Why are you here?

We are travelers, said the oldest of the brothers: We have been cursed to never stay anywhere too long, so we travel; and traveling, we came upon this beautiful palace. Who are you? Why are you there?

I am a little doll who lives here and who never leaves, it replied to him. Then it clapped excitedly: I never talked to travelers before!

Do they not pass through this forest?, the ninth brother asked.

Maybe they do, but I haven't had the chance to talk to them, the little doll replied before joining its hands in prayer: Tell me of your travels, please! I've never been outside the forest, so I'm curious to know what sorts of things you've seen.

So the brothers sat down in the grass and began telling it all sorts of tales, from their misadventures to the kinds of people they had met and the food they had eaten; and the little doll listened to them intently with its little head held in its little hands, laying on the railing of the window. The twelve young men found that they quite liked the little doll, for it was sweet and laughed with a tinkling laugh; and so they befriended it.

Aren't you bored up there?, asked suddenly the third brother.

I am, the little doll confessed: I am very bored here. I have all sorts of books in here so I can study all I want, but there is no one to play with.

Come down then, said the fifth brother: That way, we will find a game to your liking to play.

Oh, but I cannot come down!, replied the little doll: I am forbidden.

Forbidden by who?, asked the young men.

But before the little doll could answer a strong wind began blowing, and all twelve young men were pushed back out the grove as if they had been kicked right out on their bums; and when they tried walking back in from where they had come, they found that the air had become so thick that they could not move a single step forward no matter how hard they tried.

(Oh no! How sad.)

(I’m not finished.)

(Oh! Sorry.)

But they were quite clever; and so they returned the day after, finding a new path through the forest where the wind wouldn't blow them back away, and after hours of walking they came upon the lilac walled palace covered in wisteria flowers. The little doll was sadly leaning on the windowsill when they arrived, and as soon as it saw them its brilliant eyes shined brightly and its frown turned into a radiant smile.

You're back!, it exclaimed: Oh, I'm so happy to see you! I thought the wind had blown you so far away I would have never seen you again.

Don't worry, said the seventh brother: We've traveled much, and we've faced worse things.

Like what?, asked the little doll: Like what?

So the brothers sat down on the grass and began telling it of all sorts of demons and monsters they'd encountered along their travels, and how they had defeated them with strength and wits, and of the celebrations after the fight; and the little doll listened to them intently with its little head held in its little hands, laying on the railing of the window while the long curtains billowed in the wind.

At one point, the second youngest of the brothers said: Little doll, have you ever seen a spring festival dance?

A spring festival dance!, cried the little doll: No, I've never seen a spring festival dance. What sort of dance is it? Is it fun?

It's a dance of a far off land, where all the young men make themselves handsome for pretty maidens to look at them and choose them as their husbands, the sixth brother replied.

The little doll laughed its tinkering laugh: A husband!, it repeated, and if it had not been made of wood it would have been blushing. Then it added: What a hard choice it must be for the maidens, because all of you are so pretty.

The brothers laughed without malice, and the tenth asked: Would you like to try choosing for yourself, little doll?

At that the little doll hid its face in its hands as though its cheeks were bright red: Oh, but I'm not a maiden, it said bashfully.

Are you a young man, then?, asked the fourth.

No, replied the little doll: I am just a little doll.

Well, said the eighth brother: I think we could make an exception and dance for you all the same, because you are so sweet.

All of the others agreed - even if the youngest was a little shy.

So all twelve danced on the grass, putting on a silly performance. From the window they could hear the little doll laughing its tinkering laugh merrily, and they could see it hold its hands to its grinning mouth like one does when being courted.

So, little doll!, cried the second brother once they were all done: Which one of us would you choose to be your husband?

The little doll covered its little face with a giggle: I cannot choose!, it replied: You are all so pretty and nice! How could I choose?

Please do tell us who's your favorite, little doll!, the eleventh brother said: The curiosity is killing us!

Oh, please do not die!, cried the little doll suddenly frightened: I would be so very happy to tell you, I promise - but I really, truly cannot choose. You are all so sweet and kind to me, and you are all so pretty! If only it was a little easier!

Perhaps we should help you then, spoke the fourth brother.

But how?, asked the fifth.

I have an idea, the eleventh replied: Little doll, would you like it if we were up there with you on your balcony?

Oh, I would! It would make me terribly happy, answered the little doll.

Then we shall try to stand as tall as we can, and reach our hands up to grasp the handrail, the young man continued: And whoever will manage to do that will be crowned your favorite if you shall like that.

All agreed that it was a good idea.

The oldest brother went first, as he was also the tallest of them all; but though he strained on the tips of his toes and though the little doll leaned down to help him with its little wooden arms, he could not reach high enough.

The second brother stepped then on his shoulders; but not even he could reach the balcony.

One by one the young men tried, each standing on the shoulders of the ones that preceded them, until it was the turn of the youngest; and after he climbed the backs of all his eleven brothers he stood upright once more, so high above the ground that if he had any less courage his legs would have shaken fiercely, and found his hands upon the lilac railing; and when he raised his gaze, he found the little doll smiling brightly at him, so close to his face that their noses almost touched.

During their many travels the young men had met all kinds of people, gentle and vile, horrendous and gorgeous - but none had looked like the little doll.

It was made of old grey wood, as if it had once been burnt. It had not a hair on its round head, but instead beads of aquamarine hanging from its long sharp ears that tingled in the breeze; its clothes were made of vibrant autumn leaves, and it had big, round amber spheres for eyes, which sparkled brilliantly in the light. Its teeth were sharp and a little crooked, carved by sunken veins much like the bark of a tree, but the more it smiled, the more the youngest brother found himself liking the little doll; and the redder the young man’s cheeks turned as he looked at it, the more the little doll found itself liking him.

But before he could say anything to the little doll, a strong wind built up from inside the palace, blowing the long curtains in the young man’s face and making the tower of brothers sway dangerously; and suddenly, before they knew it, they were all back at the edge of the forest from where they had come, sitting on their bums and blocked once again by the thick air.

(Oh no! And they’ll never see each other again...)

(You’ve got some serious trouble with interrupting.)

(It’s not done?)

(Of course not.)

(I thought it was.)

(It’s not. Now shush.)

Again, though, they were quite clever: and they deduced, after talking about it a little more, that this was the work of magic, and more specifically sorcery. They had met many sorcerers, some nicer, some much less; and a few had indeed held a youth or a maiden captive.

But they had never heard of sorcerers abducting little dolls, as sweet as they might have been. What might someone want from it?

So the next day they traversed the woods once more, scaling the trees and jumping from one to the other to avoid the labyrinth of winds and leaves underneath them, until they finally found the lilac walled palace covered in wisteria flowers. The little doll was sitting on the highest window, looking about to cry into its little hands.

Oh little doll, why are you so sad?, asked the third brother from his branch.

The little doll did not recognize him immediately, and sad as it was it answered: My only friends were blown away, and there is no chance they’ll ever come back.

Why is that, little doll?, asked then the ninth brother.

Because the Sorcerer of Winds made an impossible maze all around the palace, the little doll explained: It can’t be seen and it has no exit, and it goes all across the forest. Oh, it’s terrible, so terrible - my friends, I’ll never see them again. They were so nice, but there’s no way they’ll come back.

Poor little doll!, cried the seventh brother: Might we dance for you then, to raise your spirits?

At that the little doll finally gazed up from its arms, and its big amber tears turned joyful as it recognized the twelve young men. It reached out to grab their hands, overjoyed, and they reached out too, though they were still too far away to touch it; so instead they sang for its delight.

How clever you are!, praised the little doll: The Sorcerer of Winds would surely be so very angry if he found out you outsmarted him - he prides himself on his intelligence!

About this Sorcerer, the eighth brother inquired: Why does he keep you captive in this palace, little doll?

Oh, I'm not his prisoner, the little doll replied: He is very kind and dear to me, and I am very dear to him ever since I helped him break the spell that turned him into a mouse.

I once knew a Sorcerer of Winds whom I laid a spell on to turn him into a mouse, mumbled the eleventh brother to himself.

But why then does he forbid you from seeing others or going outside?, asked aloud the third brother.

It's to keep me safe from the advisors of an evil king, you see, the little doll explained: He was one of his advisors too, once, but he did not like that; and so when they caught me so that I could help expand the evil king’s reign with my magic, he tricked them into assigning my care to himself, and we escaped into this forest, where he made this palace for us to live in.

And is he nice to you now?, inquired the first brother.

Oh yes, the little doll assured him: He treats me very sweetly, and he loves me very much. He teaches me about all sorts of magic and helps me grow plants, and lets me stay with him when I get nightmares, and reads me stories to help me sleep. He makes sure I’m clean and that there is no rot on my body, and feeds me, and helps me make new clothes for both of us if I ask him please - though he always says he’s not very good at it.

(He’s very nice.)

(That’s what the doll thinks.)

(I also think he’s very nice.)

(Of course you do.)

Yet he does let you out of this palace, argued the fifth brother: How come?

The advisors of the evil king are aways searching for us, explained the little doll: They are many, and they have powerful evil magic; and he’s scared that if I went outside of this palace they would catch me again, and hurt me, and hurt him, and make so that I could never see him again.

Who are these advisors, little doll?, asked the third brother.

The little doll described them like this: The first is a demon of sharp steel; the second is the shadow of a king; the third is an armor holding the soul of a dragon; the fourth is a chancelor with horns on his head; the fifth is a painter with the face of a boar; the sixth is a magician trapped in a ring; the seventh is a ghost riding a horse; the eighth is a shapeshifting witch; the ninth is his mother, who can split in half; and the tenth is his brother, who has tusks for teeth.

With the king and the Sorcerer that would make twelve, noted the tenth brother.

I’ve met the demon of sharp steel, said the second brother: I fought and defeated him a few years ago.

And I did so too, against the king’s mother, said the first.

And I did as well, against the boarish painter, said the sixth.

And it must have been the Sorcerer that I felled, said the eleventh.

At that, a terrible wind arose from within the palace, making the leaves shake with a horrible chatter and almost scattering the young men across the grove.

So it was you, a terrible booming voice reached them: I thought I recognized you, you terrible young man. Have you come to bring me more grief? Have you come steal away this poor little doll with your sword and your brothers? Have you not tormented me enough?

Oh, but they won’t torment you!, the little doll cried into the palace before turning to the twelve youths: You won’t, isn’t that so? For my sake?

The young men solemnly promised as much.

You’re kind to reassure me, little doll, the Sorcerer of Winds said: But I know these type of travelers, and what they knew of me, and what they think of me; and they would have my head as soon as they stepped inside these walls.

Oh, but they won’t hurt you, not even by chance!, the little doll insisted, and turned back to its friends to beg them: You won’t, isn’t that so? For my sake?

The young men solemnly promised as much.

What good would that promise be?, the Sorcerer of Winds lamented: You believe the little doll to be captive, and I to be its cruel jailor. All you want is to take it away, into the dangers of this world, where my magic won’t shield it.

Oh, but they would never put me in danger!, the little doll promised in their stead, and joined its little hands in prayer as though the Sorcerer was right there before it: Couldn’t they come in and talk to you? I swear upon my head that they won’t hurt you or cause trouble!

And it turned to the twelve brothers again: You won’t, isn’t that so? For my sake?

The young men solemnly promised as much.

The Sorcerer of Winds was not the little doll’s maker, for it came from the branches of a faraway sacred grove that knew no man’s touch, but as the two had traveled together and helped one another through terrible adversities he had learned to care for it and love it as though it were his own child; and so he sighed, making the curtains and the branches bend and quiver against a long gust of wind, and tearing down the invisible walls of his maze he allowed the twelve young men to enter the palace.

(See! He’s nice.)

(He’s not. He’s just too fond of that doll.)

(I like that. I like that he loves it a lot.)

(Of course he does.)

The brothers carefully walked through the enormous building, admiring the plants that covered its inner walls like autumn tapestries and the carpets of woven purple leaves. They reached the main hall to find a terrible figure sitting on a tall throne, all purple and red and blue, with a terrible sharp eye and an enchanted sword held tight in a pale lilac hand as though it were ready to strike them down at the first sign of danger; and next to the figure stood the little doll, all ashen skin and bright orange eyes and dusty brown clothes in the purple around them, who waved at them from across the hall with a big crooked smile.

The twelfth brother waved back at it shyly.

This is my home, the Sorcerer of Winds spoke first: And so long as you are here, if you lay a finger on me or on my ward, I shall kill you with no remorse.

A fair condition, the eldest brother said: But for the little doll’s sake, and as guests you’ve allowed entrance to, you shall not harm us either.

A fair condition, the Sorcerer of Winds agreed.

Seats of leaves and roots sprouted from the ground, and each of the brothers sat down amiably before the Sorcerer. The little doll was shaking with delight at seeing them so close, so he allowed it to go and greet them properly, so it could bow to them and hold their hands and see them clearly.

The Sorcerer of Winds watched it carefully, his steel gaze softening ever so slightly at the little doll’s merriment; but he did not like how the brothers looked back at him.

It seems cruel, the seventh brother finally said as he held the little doll’s hand: To keep this poor little doll here forevermore, when it aches to see the world.

It cannot be safe outside these walls and woods, the Sorcerer of Winds replied curtly: There are far too many flames that could eat through its gentle heart, far too many shadows looming that wish nothing but to rip it limb from limb. I would never forgive myself if something were to befall it, and I would never forgive anybody who would allow harm to come to it.

We’ve been through quite some strife, the fourth brother replied: If it wished, we would gladly take it with us for a year - maybe less, maybe more; and we would protect it fiercely, as though it were our own sibling.

At that, the little doll lit up in joy, but the Sorcerer of Winds darkened.

And how would I be certain? How would I be assured of that?, he bellowed angrily, causing a storm to brew up in the highest point of the ceiling: No empty promises are allowed within my home. No, I cannot trust you to protect it; for all I know, you’d run off to sell it as a curiosity in the closest town you could find to wash your hands of it and gain some gold in return.

You remember our fight, cried the eleventh brother then: You remember my reasons, what moved me against you. You know we are not malevolent men.

And you remember how I was, and certainly you do notice how I’ve changed, the Sorcerer of Winds replied: Evil can mellow into tentative goodness and goodness can harden into inconspicuous evil. Who is to say you haven’t changed as well? And who is to say, in the case you did not, that your brothers have the same kind heart you showed to have when instead of finishing me as all others would have done, you turned me into a mouse so that I could live still but be of no harm? What even draws you twelve wandering heroes to such a little doll?

Love, said the twelfth brother with sudden vigor.

Then he shrunk in his seat, and hushed completely, and turned his gaze to the floor to avoid those that instead turned to his face as he blushed.

The little doll, who had said nothing and only watched with worry as its friends and its guardian talked, slowly grinned wider and wider, shaking with delight, but still did not say anything, nor did it approach the boy.

The Sorcerer of Winds looked at how its eyes glimmered brilliantly, and then at how nervous and lovestruck the young man fidgeted in his chair; then he sighed, and the storm above him dissipated into a gentle breeze that made the wisteria flowers shake softly and their sweet scent expand through the grove.

(And then?)

And then he gave the twelve young men his blessing to take the little doll with them if it so asked it of them, though it hurt him to part with it; and the youngest brother understood, and gave him a magic pendant, a copy of his own, so that the Sorcerer of Winds would always know where they were, and how the little doll was doing.

And so the little doll hugged the Sorcerer tight one last time, and after collecting what little it needed it left home, safe in the company of the twelve young men.

(And then?)

And then it traveled far and wide, and saw and learned plenty of things. And when finally homesickness caught up with it, and it began missing the Sorcerer of Winds in his lilac palace covered in wisteria flowers, its friends brought it right back home to its guardian, and promised to come visit often, and take it on more adventures if it asked them, and if its guardian allowed them.

(And did they?)

They did. And if all is well, to this day the twelve brothers still come to the palace in the grove to see their friend and bring tales from far off lands, and the twelfth brother dances with the little doll until they’re both out of breath, without ever letting go of its hand.

…

(And then?)

(And then that’s it.)

(It ends like that?)

(You don't like that?)

(I do! I love it!)

(See, that’s how you tell a fairytale.)

(Where did you hear it?)

(You wouldn’t know.)

(So you made it up?)

(A bit of both. Now go to sleep.)

(Wait – the little doll.)

(Yes?)

(If all is well, is it still happy?)

(Happier than you could ever imagine.)

#tloz #random writing #Skull kid #skullkid #vaati #link #this is part of a very self indulgent au in which vaati tries to take advantage of skull kid and then ends up adopting them instead #his only morals are now If It Makes The Kid Cry Then I Probably Shouldnt Do That #he has no idea this is a parent-child relationship. hes just teaching em necromancy no affection there ahah (<-so much affection there)#sk has no idea either. this is my friend who tucks me into bed with a kissie every night n shows me how to comand the dead :) i lov him :)

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theophagie-remade · 1 year ago

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I don't have much to say about Magne other than there was an Attempt, but. That time when Twice and Toga got angry with Overhaul for misgendering her was already indicative of what I'm going to get at in a sec, and obviously it was especially relevant because it was a direct show of respect and support from people who very clearly cared about her (and who called her big sis already as it was!!) (×2 imo because Twice was intentionally written to be the readers' insight into the LOV, and the character with whom they were supposed sympathise with the most at/since the beginning, so it's especially important that the first one who spoke up was him), but the story's progression (especially in recent years) is what most assures me that despite a rather poor execution (definitely not the best, but also certainly not the worst) Horikoshi did mean well with her. "People bound together by the chains of society always laugh at those who aren't" :(

#^ when she quotes her friend. like had the manga not gone on like it has that could have very well been a generic #We Live in a Society moment. but it wasn't. and that's what's comforting tbh #in general i think a big issue with magne from what little we know of her is that her reason for joining the lov was fighting back against #a tangibile real world issue (transphobia) vs all the other villains. whose situations Are partially real world issues as well #(eg child abuse) but they also very much present fantasy elements to them (eg toga's treatment due to her quirk)#and i'm not saying this as a justification for killing her off but. when you're writing a superhero comic with a target audience of young #cishet men it is much easier to present them with fantasy solutions to fantasy problems. again not that i think it's right!!!#but i do assume that horikoshi's thought process was more or less this. like. tiger is there alive and well #but he passes and was confirmed to be trans only via word of god so his identity has no bearing on the story itself #while magne's did. which doesn't make tiger's transness any less ''real'' than hers ofc but again i think it was a matter of what horikoshi #could actually deal with (fantasy problems) with the average readers that he has. it sucks all the way around.#which begs the question. ''why create her character in the first place then'' to which i answer: i don't fucking know man #bnha #animanga #mytext #in general. i've seen lots of people do this even with eg toga and her bisexuality (and when it comes to her i completely disagree but w/e)#but. authors who want to depic queer characters in good will but make mistakes or do it awkwardly or anything else #should Not be put on the same level as actively queerphobic authors. at all. do criticise what's worthy of constructive #criticism when you see it but don't even pretend that those two are remotely the same thing #(jic i didn't explain myself well bc i don't think that i did. what i wholly disagree with is that ''toga is a bad bi stereotype''.#i am bi people and i disagree!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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callilouv · 2 years ago

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:( I love my mom sm

#ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ idle chit chat #had a rlly nice long chat with her hehe we haven’t done that in a while tbh I missed it #talked abt the day when I was just a baby wwww #i admire mothers fr!! they go through so much 2 take care of their baby bro HDIEBDI #esp me as a child ong my mom barely got a wink of sleep for like the first 5 months since I was born LMAOO #but yeah :] talkign abt those just made me admire and lov her even more #things are definitely different now and I’m not the same bubbly child like I was before but #but she still loves me and understands that being a teenager is hard too sobsss she gna make me cry fr #in conclusion uhm I love her vv much she’s my bestest friend ever and I will die 4 her ty

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lawrencegarte · 1 year ago

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kind of clicking for me just now that aki is only like. 19 or 20. like he’s really young huh. lying on the floor about that as we speak

#watching csm episode 2 finally and i’m fucking. I’m. WAAHHHHH.#also btw still love denji so so much he’s soooo so baby in the anime honestly #like they rly pulled off how young and innocent he actually is VERY well #like he really is just an uneducated child being completely thrown into all this and manipulated by everyone around him #he’s so. i lov him

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corujalesbica · 8 months ago

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Autistic X autistic but they're enemies in battle

How many times do I have to say it’s him!!!!

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ilions-end · 3 months ago

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i finished statius' ACHILLEID. thoughts thoughts thoughts:

i knew going in it was a VERY short unfinished epic, but i didn't know it would be FUN?? if i ever get that time machine, FIRST THING i go back and find one publius papinius statius, i lock him in a room, and i'm NOT letting him out until he's finished the achilleid!

achilles is statius' BLORBO in a way neither homer, quintus nor virgil have blorbos. statius likes achilles to be strong and pretty and graceful, but most of all ENDEARING even when he fails. and he fails a lot, because this is him still figuring out how to be an adult, not to mention a prophesied legend literally everyone is waiting for to step up

the one thing that gets tiring is just how many prophecies permeate the achilleid. nothing's left to chance, there are so few unknowns. even ODYSSEUS was aware that from peleus' wedding there would come a child destined to be a central warrior in an upcoming gigantic war.

as it stands, the achilleid is more of a... thetisiad? she is very centered in the narrative (we spend more time looking at things from her point of view than achilles') and there is SO MUCH SYMPATHY for her, oh my gosh!! she loves ONE person, her son, the only worthwhile thing she got out of a traumatizing marriage, and she despairs that he's fated to die young in a silly human war.

also i'm a deidamia defender forever now. so three-dimensional, so clever!

aughhh i love how much characterization statius puts in, even in the small scenes! my favourite example is odysseus and diomedes as they walk up to lycomedes' place (literally just moving characters from A to B). diomedes teases odysseus, and odysseus is delighted to be teased. that night we're told odysseus CAN'T SLEEP because he's too excited about showing off his plan the next morning!

the unveiling of achilles is completely different from the chagrined defeat/"achilles is a fucking idiot" ways i've heard it retold! i love that it's collaborative, it's a mutual triumph. it's just as much achilles (who's been suffering in gender dysphoria hell for a year) longing to be exposed as it is odysseus LIVING for showing everyone (especially diomedes?) how clever he is. it's not just the shield and the spear and the bugle, it's odysseus playing the part of the siren, whispering in achilles' ear that he knows who he is and describing how glorious he will be on the trojan battlefield. it's achilles' grateful relief at being ALLOWED not to pretend anymore as he rips off his own dress even before the bugle calls

also it's very important to me that the moment he's no longer hunching over trying to make himself look small and inoffensive, we're told achilles is taller than both odysseus and diomedes

i KEEP IMAGINING how good statius would have made the rest!! especially because as book ii ends, achilles regards odysseus as a cool uncle; he's the guy who rescued him! i want to think statius would have put in the big mystery quarrel achilles and odysseus are said to have had early in the war, something to drastically change that affection. i want to know how statius would have handled troilus, and the gods. augh statius you roman BLUEBALLER

an assortment of story beats still revolving in my head:

chiron is such a sweetheart!! he's SO gallant with thetis, he's so affectionate with achilles. he HIDES HIS TEARS when achilles leaves, awww

statius writes out phoinix completely. as a phoinix stan i object. sure chiron can raise young achilles, but i NEED phoinix to tend to him as a baby

i enjoy how achilles EXPLODES into a mess of teenagerly hormones when he first sees deidaima. it's so funny that thetis is looking on (and we get my favourite simile of the achilleid, of a herdsman delighting in a young bull snorting and foaming at a beautiful heifer) like "aaaaand there's my son's sexual awakening. i see! well, we can use that" and THAT explains why achilles is so willing to commit to the female disguise

(listen. listen. few things mean more to me than the love between achilles and patroclus. but achilles is a teenage boy at the age when a fucking breeze will give him a boner, and deidamia is the most beautiful and the cleverest of her sisters. i really enjoy a story where achilles and deidamia are neither "fated eternal true love" or one's a sneaky opportunist. it's much more compelling that they're both knots of budding emotions and bodily feedback)

i notice that statius never uses the name pyrrha, he doesn't seem to have a fake name at all, just "achilles' sister"

lycomedes is SO honoured and proud that thetis is entrusting her daughter to him. i feel sorry for lycomedes, he seems so earnest and hasn't done anything to get tricked

the one thing i can't forgive statius for is that after spending SO much time establishing that achilles and deidamia (who knows he's a guy) are genuinely into each other, it feels like statius goes OUT OF HIS WAY assuring us that their first sexual encounter is rape. sure they talk right after, deidamia forgives him, AND i understand there are social rules that makes deidamia more "honourable" and "worthy" when she resists, but like. sigh.

aLONG with the previously mentioned interplay between odysseus and diomedes as they walk up to lycomedes' court, there's a simile where they're both starving wolves on the hunt. so sexy it's almost illegal

the feast scene is SO FUNNY omg. all of achilles' careful feminine training dissolving because odysseus and diomedes are there with their boundless masculinity for him to feed off of. deidamia practically WRESTLING achilles back down on the couch every time he forgets himself and behaves too much like a man. odysseus chatting with lycomedes SPECIFICALLY trying to rile up achilles, and then after the women have left (achilles dragging his feet and looking back, YEARNING for their male company) odysseus specifically praises the maiden's "almost masculine" beauty (because ohh he suspects. he just needs to prove it in the morning. he can't SLEEP for it)

when they depart, achilles earnestly swears to deidamia that no other women shall ever bear his children. i find it interesting as a reminder of the social rules of its era. neither of them expect achilles to be sexually exclusive, just not fathering potential heirs. which again makes me wonder about the contraceptives in ancient greece

on the ship towards aulis, diomedes begs achilles to tell them all about his feats and training with chiron, and achilles is so shy about it! who can blame him! diomedes has a WAY more impressive track record

odysseus is SO good at firing up achilles' outrage at paris even as he's just catching him up on what the war's about. and he's so pleased at how easily achilles' outrage can be directed! you KNOW that would have developed in such an interesting way AUGH THE REST WOULD HAVE BEEN SO GOOD.

#tldr; for a fun time - read the achilleid #it's only one and a half chapters but there's SO much personality and interesting character moments #first impressions tag #the achilleid

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swe3tte4rs · 10 months ago

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Batifamily headcanons feeling jealous about their siblings spending more time with Batmom? Or something like that, however you like to write it 🙊

" Jealousy jealousy " - Batmom!Reader x Batkids

Author's note: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR (late)!!! Love this 🫶. And I feel like this request is VERY my AU!!! Dah, who wouldn't compete for the love of their sweet and loving mother!? (The hatred between them began when Bruce had to set schedules for each one so they wouldn't fight for Batmom's attention... joke)

Also I am very sad, because when I was responding to this kind of request and I saved it as a draft, it was deleted 😭!!! CRYING 💔💔!!! On top of that, I loved the request, it was beautiful 😭! It was about Batmom as Bruce's couple and Bruce introduces Batmom to the batkids... And if it was you who sent it 🫵, let me tell you that I loved it and it will take me a while to upload it 💓!! Lov you all

And (I almost forgot to mention this), This AU of the batfamily is a mix of comics, series, headcanons (I LOVE headcanons of batfamily 💗), video games, movies and webtoon! + My main language is not English, so if you find any spelling mistakes, tell me in a comment!

Request opens 💗💗!!! BUT, before you request anything check my rules.

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

Honestly, I don't see him being jealous of his brothers at all! But since I haven't read all of his comics and in this AU he is a mix, I don't have an opinion. 👀

Let us begin.

I feel like Dick is a real mama's boy, he love his mom and he will prove it.

Dick is very used to having all of Batmom's attention to himself.

But he hides his jealousy very well, or so he thinks…

Jealousy began when Dick started having siblings. DON'T DENY ME GIRL 🤝🤝!!!

When he gets jealous that you spend more time with, I don't know, he'll go to sleep with you and Bruce, but leaving Bruce aside and enjoying your caresses in his hair while he listens to his siblings complain from outside the bedroom. (Bruce hate this, but I feel that at the same time he love it just a little bit. Very little.)

Possibly he will also rub things you did with him that you didn't do with your other children in his siblings' faces.

I think he is the only one (along with Jason) who has a complete album with photos of him as a child. So he'll show it off to others by saying that you loved him so much that you made an entire photo album of him.

He would do the same with Jason, telling him that his album has more photos and with more photos of you and Dick.

I feel like he would start a whole fight against one of his brothers just to carry all the shopping bags by himself so you don't do it. (This idea is similar to "Jason Todd is a total mama's boy" because I was inspired by it, so credit to its respective author 💓)

"Mommy, did you just call me Damian? Oh my god... my heart..." #atotaldramaqueenbaby💋💋👊👊

Jason Todd / Red Hood

Another drama queen...

A mama's boy from head to toe. (My poor baby just needed a fucking mother figure 😭💔)

He is first in everything. Do you need help opening a jar? He already opened it for you and said I love you and then left and returned to a mission.

But that's not what we're talking about right now... Nonono, we're talking about jealousy, guys...

I bet he's the most sensitive of all.

He makes sure you don't show favoritism to anyone, unless it's him, if so he lets it go.

Did you spend an extra minute with one of your other children because you didn't see the time? He is already burning in a pit of jealousy.

I feel like he would start fighting with his sibling and then he would apply the law of silence to you. But it doesn't last long because he can't resist your cute nicknames and your "you're my favorite" (you say that to each of your babies)

"Why do you call him "son"? He isn't even your son!" And he gives you a whole long speech when you were just trying to be nice to Roy.

He even gets jealous of Bruce.

He doesn't care if it's one of his sisters or a good friend of his, you can't call them cute nicknames! And even less if they are the ones you use with him!

He has good hearing, he makes sure that you call him by his nicknames and not by one of his siblings' nicknames.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MA?! Why are you washing Tim's hair with the shampoo you use with me!?!?" You broke him...

Tim Drake / Red Robin

( I haven't read almost anything by Tim, so forgive me if something doesn't add up, but I promise you that I already have more or less what his personality is like.)

Tim does not admit his jealousy, he is calmer compared to his brothers.

He might start scheduling his patrols to coincide with Batmom’s free time, ensuring that he gets to spend some time with her.

I feel like he would feel more insecurity than jealousy

But I also think he would try to take Batmom's attention away from his sibling by calling Batmom to help him do something he can easily do alone.

He wouldn't care if you treated his friends like your children. I think he would be happy.

Umh Well… I think there's not much to jealousy about this one...

Damian Wayne / Robin

Yes, I headcanon that Damian is one of the most jealous once he realizes that Batmom can give him the love that Talia didn't give him.

He is the same as Jason, he has the same percentage of jealousy.

The only thing is that he would start making arguments about why Batmom would have to spend the whole week with him and not with her brothers.

Oh, and he doesn't care what Bruce does with Batmom. Although he is disgusted by the slightest affection they have.

At galas, I feel like he would be glued to you, hugging your waist and making sure there is no threat.

If you're not patrolling, he'd be with you watching some movie. (I DON'T KNOW WHY I IMAGINED HIM WATCHING MEAN GIRLS)

"I say mom Is going to go with me first because I'm the best-" And then he was interrupted by his siblings.

There is a relationship of hate and equality between him and Jason…

"Don't you see that my mother has an engagement ring and I'm next to her, son of a- *you interrupt him*" I feel like he would say this to anyone who flirts with you.

He is not understanding why his siblings get to spend more time with her.

Mama's boy

I would continue writing, but I have no more inspiration and ideas, sorry...

Cassandra Cain / Orphan

WHY DID SHE PUT THAT NAME BRO???

Cassandra, being the quiet and observant one, might internalize her feelings of jealousy.

Cass is the last one to get jealous, honestly.

She understands that Batmom loves them all equally and there is no favoritism.

Although sometimes she doubts…

She would feel excluded every time she sees you spend more time with one of her siblings.

But putting that behind, she would know that you love them all equally and would let it go by speaking with you how she feels.

0,1% jealous.

Stephanie Brown / Spoiler

Depends…

I think she would feel jealous if Batmom shows favoritism towards others.

In itself, I don't think Steph is VERY jealous. Just... a little bit.

Duke Thomas / The Signal

I need to read more about this man 😭

He's the newest one in the batfam, but he was still able to connect with Batmom very well.

Duke is not one to be jealous, he just doesn't care what batmom does.

Although he is a similar case to Cass.

He would feel a little "insecure" seeing the ties Batmom has with his siblings.

But it always ends well with Batmom watching a movie with him.

[You can put more headcanons in a comment if you like!! And suggestions are always welcome <3]

#🍓୧ ‧₊˚ Request answered! ⋅ ✮⋆˙#batmom #jason todd is a mama's boy #batfamily #batmom reader #batmom imagine #batfam x reader #red hood x reader #nightwing x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #duke thomas #batfam #idk what else to tag

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bet-on-me-13 · 1 year ago

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The Ghost King's Son

So! Cloning is a difficult process.

It takes time, lots of time. Sure, it's possible to accelerate the Growth of a Clone to make them older in a shorter time frame, but that often leads to Destabilization within weeks of completion.

And Cadmus didn't want to take any chances when designing their Kryptonian/Human Hybrid. They started growing him much earlier than they originally did, and let him grow at a semi-normal rate for most of his life.

This comes back to bite them in the butt however, when an asset breaks out of containment and ruins their Internal Power Generators. This causes a blackout that takes hours to resolve, and by the time they fix it all and reestablish the Security Systems, they notice one of the Clones is missing.

The Kryptonian/Human Clone has escaped.

...

Kr-1 is confused. He had woken up in a tube a few hours ago to some alarms, and decided he didn't like it, so he broke out. Then he wandered around until he ended up outside, and just kept on Wandering.

It had been hours, and he didn't know where he was. It seemed to be some type of Forest, but he didn't know what kind.

He just kept on wandering. It started to get boring though, the trees all looked the same and there weren't even any animals around. Then, something interesting happened!

A green thing appeared in the air! It was glowing and swirly and had a kind of pull to it. So, he touched it. And it sucked him in. And now he wasn't in the Forest. And this place seemed much more interesting!

There were a bunch of floating rocks, and the sky was green, and everything else was purple.

And there was a man. Looking at him hurt his eyes, he seemed to be a kid and then an man and then an old man and then a kid again whenever he blinked. He was saying something, but Kr-1 didn't understand him. He didn't think he had been taught language yet? What was language?

The Kid/Man/Old-Man lead him to a big building made of bricks and mortar. It looked like a big spiky building with towers and walls and stuff. Inside it looked cool, with candles and carpets and even more stuff.

He was taken to a room with a guy who didn't hurt his eyes to look at. He had white hair and green eyes, but his skin wasn't blue like the old guy. He had a piece of ice on his head, it looked like a crown but it was glowing.

The Guy walked up to him and pointed to himself, and kept repeating something. "Danny".

Eventually Kr-1 realized that it was his name. He then pointed to Him and said "name?"

He tilted his head confused, and the guy, Danny, let his head fall with a sigh.

"This is gonna be harder than I thought."

He wondered what those words mean?

...

It had been a few years since the newly dubbed Conner had begun to live with Danny.

He had been hesitant to adopt the Living 9 yr old Child when Clockwork had brought him to his Castle, explaining that he had run into a Natural Portal, but he had accepted in the end.

It took a while to teach Conner how to understand Language. He seemed to know very little for a kid his age, but after Clockwork had dug around his personal timeline they figured out that he was a Clone. He probably hadn't reached the Information Planting Stage of development when he escaped.

After learning about this however, Danny began teaching him everything he should have learned in his early life, such as Elementary level education and some social interaction. He even brought around Ellie to see if she had any advice for helping him develop into a healthy young boy.

She did help a bit, but was mostly preoccupied with spoiling her new Nephew rotten.

Eventually, Conner had caught up to the level he should have been at his age, and started living in both the Realms and in Amity.

He was having a good life, had some great friends, and was even starting to learn to use his Kryptonian Powers now that they were coming in.

He loves his new Family, his Dad is goofy and fun, his Aunt Ellie likes to spoil him rotten, his Aunt Jazz is the responsible one but still loves him, and even his grandparents are great in their own Insane way.

But not all great things can last.

...

It was supposed to be a normal Field Trip. Conner was 15 and his school was taking a Trip to Washington DC, to see the sights or to learn about history or something.

But stuff happens. They just so happen to pass by a certain lab, that lab just so happens to be testing out a new Yellow Sun Energy Detector, and one of the Scientists who worked on Conner just so happens to see him in the bus as it passes by and the detector goes off.

In the end, they manage to recapture him and place him back into his Pod, beginning to prep him for Reeducation. (Let's say they mamage to repress his memories)

Cut to 1 year later and a team of Sidekicks break into the Lab and successfully steal away the Clone again.

The Clone who knows he had a dad who had black hair and blue eyes, who helped him use his powers, who looks a lot like Superman.

Conner, in his slightly Amnesiac state thinks he has already met Superman and that he had raised him. Which makes it so much more hurtful when Superman outright rejects him. He thinks his Dad just rejected him, the Dad who he thinks he remembers loving him very much.

(Danny had been frantically looking for his son for over a year now. Where is he? Is he Okay? What happened to him? He knows at least that he isn't dead yet, but he really wants to find his son)

#Dp x dc #Dpxdc #Dc x dp #Dcxdp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Ghost King AU #Conner Kent #Kon-El #Conner is the son of Danny #Since he was made much earlier on he had a chance to escape earlier in the timeline #Amnesia #Conner vaguely remembers his life with Danny but thinks that it was Superman cause they look similar #Angst #I wanted to let Conner still join YJ #This is how I decided it would work

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lifeonmarz-blog · 1 year ago

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Sun through the houses: Synastry

Sun in 1st, the sun person makes the house person feel understood. Ive had this aspect with one of my bestfriends. He was my go to person, the first one id call when anything interesting happened. Its easy to share your feelings with the sun person it feels natural. We gave each other more confidence. He acknowledged accomplishments in my life that others didn't. Things that i didn't even give myself credit for he shined a light on. This placement made me act more fearlessly because someone else saw that quality in me.

Sun in 2nd, Stability is a common attraction to this placement. The sun person sees the house person as someone they can depend on. House person can help sun person financially or help develop their interest. Together these two can create great business plans, they work well together towards mutual interest. Others see the couple as very business oriented. I have this placement with one of my brothers both ways and we grew up sharing alot of our things sometimes because he had to other times because we knew that would allow us to both have more. Also i would borrow money from him he's always been a saver. Ive always preferred to exchange money for experiences.

Sun in 3rd, Sun person is very easy to talk to almost like a Therapist or something. Your secrets are spilled easily. The house person naturally wants to share here but it goes both ways the sun person also feels very understood by the house person. There's a mutual openness and grace with this placement. If you were in a long distance relationship this is type of placement that would be beneficial. I have this with a sibling he is the sun person and we have mutual interest so it makes collabing very easy. We tend to naturally operate in the same direction even though we individually don't think that similar.

Sun in 4th, This placement can feel like looking into a mirror. This person is a blatant reflection of some of your own behaviors. On the surface they seem like your ideal partner. Very well received by family. Honesty well received in general they look good together. This placement focuses on healing emotions in yourself that you reject. Its easier to be grateful for the little things with this person. They show you new ways to view the same things. Here you will see the areas where your being naive. They want you to believe in yourself as much as they do.

Sun in 5th, Child like fun happens here. The way the sun person expresses helps the house person not take things so seriously. The sun person is in awe of the house person. Its such a cute placement, The sun person makes the house person feel special. It may not be long term but it shows you how to just be, with no added pressures. Express your love today don't wait type of vibe. You may even talk about having babies here, are you actually serious probably not but this placement loves to feed into fantasies and ideals and that's nice sometimes. Someone i had this placement with would always tell me how beautiful i was even when i was just chilling in pajamas it was cute. Ive also been the sun person and the way the house person handled their problems and stayed so mentally strong was very inspiring to me. It made me want to be less reactive and more of a problem solver. I looked up to their resilience.

Sun in 6th, The house person feels the need to improve because of the sun person. The things that you choose to ignore are brought up here. The energy is like ''deal with it now, no more waiting". The house persons structure and discipline is being improved here. Its often that the house person doesn't want to be seen as lazy by the sun person. Which can be very helpful if you have goals your working towards. Their energy is motivating especially when it comes to business related things. House person doesn't want to disappoint the sun person. Sun person sees the house person as capable of great achievements.

Sun in 7th, Long term friendship or friends turned lovers is the theme in this house. Relationships built here usually started innocently from just being around each other alot. Sometimes the Sun person can have unfair expectations of the house person. Unbalanced relationships is common here one or both people can feel they carry more responsibility and burden. It can feel like at times communication is missed, misinterpretations can always be worked through if both people are willing to listen to understanding and if they are relationships here will go the distance. Both sets of my grandparents had this placement and were married for over 40 years. This could also be person you have a child with and now your bonded to each other even if their wasn't marriage. They feel a sense of home in each other. This couple could like to stay home and do things together.

Sun in 8th, The sun person buries themself into house persons wounds often times wounds they didn't even know they had. Both people are meant to be transformed by the union. If this relationship can make it through the first few initial hurtles which tend to be more dramatic, this relationship will keep you together for a while. The way the sun person expresses can have the house person feeling the need to keep a defense up. The sun person feels the house person is running away from their issues. Sun person is made to feel like the bad guy because their just more comfortable bringing up the hard topics. If the house person is willing to drop their defensiveness and the sun person is willing to be patient and tactful with the house person this relationship would be one of the phoenix rising from the ashes. They would be unbreakable together.

Sun in 9th, This couple inspires each other. Expanding what you thought you knew. Transforming what you thought love was. This is a beautiful placement of people learning a new viewpoint on love and self expression. Sun person expands house persons viewpoints more but this placement goes both ways. Topics that you wouldn't normally talk about gets discussed here. Long term friendships are built through the expansion of the mind. Affection is easily shown here taking trips together would do this couple well and deeper the connection. They want to give to each other and spending money together is one of their favorite things to do. This is honestly one of my favorite placements its mentally and physically expansive.

Sun in 10th, Sun person is proud of house person. They want to show house person off they feel lucky to be with house person. It makes them look good publicly. This couple has a relationship that is centered around fun. They want everyone to see their affection towards each other. This couple is friends first and lovers second. This placement isn't as emotionally deep but it will make you feel important. They want people to know how amazing you are. Its very easy to be yourself and tap into your more child like energies with this placement. This couple shows each other sides of themselves no one else knows about. With that being said they can also be vicious towards one another if this relationship turns sour this couple will have no problem having public disputes. Also this may be a taboo type of relationship were people don't understand why your together or be curious on how the person got with you.

Sun in 11th, I bet this relationship started with lighthearted playful flirting. This is the most "friendly" placement. Intimacy may take more work to develop here. Ive had this placement in a friends with benefits situation. It can easily turn into that if both people aren't intentional about what they’re looking for. If they are, this is a great placement. Communication feels very open and theirs no pressure. This couple merges friend groups and could've also meet through friends or have mutual friends. This couple networks well together and other people are very attracted to their energy together. Its fun to watch them interact with each other. They’re the type to be in a room full of people but have their own sidebar conversation and cues towards one another.

Sun in 12th, Spiritual connection or secret infatuation? My sun is in the 12th house so ive experienced this more times than i would like to but in the same breathe i love it. The sun person unintentionally test who you thought you were. Boundaries become blurred in this house but its slick, you might not even notice until after the fact. Things that you might find embarrassing happen here "thats never happened before" type of things. Alot of the communication in this house goes unsaid. Its like the little social cues that your supposed to just pick up on. It can also feel like your being observed on how you react to situations. You still seem to be mysterious to each other no matter how long you've known each other. Like there's still something being hidden from you. Without trust this placement could easily lead to feelings of being deceived. Thats not to say your not being deceived though. Cheating is common in the 12th house. You could be completely shocked and unaware about your partner living a double life. With the 12th house there's really no planet person, house person dynamic it switches back in fourth. Theres alot of talking behind each others back but that doesn't have to be a bad thing the person could be speaking well about you, putting your name in the right spaces. You know the feeling of walking into a room that people were just talking about you in? Its like you didn't physically hear it but you feel it. Someones sun in your 12th can give that type of feeling for both people. If its not operating from an expansive place. If it is you experience complete devotion. Two people committed to the relationship no matter where its headed. Someone you can experience complete intimacy and vulnerability with. Complete was an unintentional brilliant choice of words here. Not to many can navigate the 12th house and make it out together but if you do... you'll feel you've completed something great and felt a connection sent directly from god.

#astrology #12th house #astrology101 #astrologyfacts #8th house #astrologychart #astrologyobservations #astrologyzone #astro notes #synastry #sun synastry

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wholoveseggs · 7 days ago

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Kinktober - {Day Twenty-Nine} {<- kinktober masterlist}

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{Daemon Targaryen x f!Reader} Request {Anon}: Daemon with 1, 7 and 22...

♡♡♡ Angry dominant Daemon is just soooo hot~ ♡♡♡

2k words - Kinks: dubcon, overstim, breeding kink, possessive behavior, wall sex, angry sex, slight dom/sub ...

"What have I told you?" Your husband's voice was dark, his anger palpable as he stood in the doorway. He was still dressed for battle, armor covered in the blood of his enemies and his face splattered with it as well. His hand was clenched tight around his sword, as if ready to strike you. "What did I say before I left?"

"That I was to remain in the castle until you returned." Your voice was quiet, submissive as you averted your eyes to the floor. You tried to hide your smile as you looked down, you couldn't help that you found the fire in him enticing. He was always so gentle with you, so careful. But this? This side of him was exciting.

"Yet I hear you've been running around the town, spending time in the tavern with men who don't deserve to even look at you." His voice was dangerous, as he closed the door behind him and started taking off his armor. He was slow about it, almost methodical as he placed his sword beside the bed and set his chest plate on the table. "You disobeyed me."

You let out a chuckle at his words, he wasn't usually so possessive, and he enjoyed your wild nature. It was one of the reasons you'd caught his eye, your refusal to submit to his whims. "You know how much I hate being cooped up in the castle." You looked back up at him, meeting his gaze as you smirked. "I'm sorry I worried you."

"Sorry?" He scoffed as he removed the last of his armor, leaving him only in his breeches. He stalked towards you, reaching a hand out to roughly grab your chin. "Sorry won't save you from what I have planned." His voice was a purr as his other hand moved to your corset. "I'll keep you locked up here with my child, remind you what a good little wife you are."

"Child?" You were surprised by his words, he'd never once expressed the desire to have children. In fact, the two of you had been avoiding the possibility since the night you married. Neither of you wanted to deal with a squalling child, not when there were other pleasures you could partake in. "Daem-"

He cut you off with a harsh kiss, teeth pulling at your bottom lip as his hands tore away the laces of your corset. He didn't break the kiss, instead he pushed into the small of your back, drawing you close against his hard body. He was rough, and you couldn't deny the heat that rushed through you. He wasn't usually like this, but it was a welcome change.

"It's time, don't you agree? We have to produce an heir." His voice was soft as he spoke, moving to kiss down your jaw. "You can't be so reckless with our child inside you, can you? You'd be more careful, I'm sure."

You couldn't tell if his words were meant for you or him, but they were a comfort. He was afraid of something happening to you, and this was his way of assuring himself that wouldn't happen.

His hands were rough, yanking and tearing at your dress as if he couldn't wait another moment to see you. The fabric ripped and you gasped, pushing on his chest as you tried to get away.

"That was new, Daemon!" You were annoyed with him, the dress had been expensive and made by the best seamstress in King's Landing.

"And yet it's in pieces now." He responded, a smirk on his lips as he pulled you back to him. He didn't give you the chance to respond, his mouth finding yours again as he lifted you up.

His hands gripped the underside of your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin as he pressed you into the nearest wall. The cold stones caused you to shiver, and you felt him smile against your lips.

He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned at the taste of him. He was sweaty and musky, the smell and taste of war still clinging to him. You loved it, loved the way he smelled like a man should.

He broke the kiss, moving to nip and suck on the sensitive skin of your neck. He quickly unplaced his breeches with one hand, using his knee to keep you propped up against the wall.

"Do you have any idea what I wanted to do to those men when I heard?" His voice was a growl as he spoke, pressing his hips into yours. "What I should do to them, for daring to touch what's mine."

"They didn't-" Your words were cut off by a moan, as his cock rubbed against your cunt. He was hard and hot, the tip already leaking as he slowly slid into you.

"Quiet," He was slow as he entered you, stretching your walls. His voice was breathy as he spoke, his own pleasure evident.

He was slow at first, taking his time as he moved his hips. He was still kissing and sucking on your neck, marking the skin with a trail of red bruises. He wanted everyone to see, to know you were his.

You could feel the way he was holding back, the way his body trembled. He was fighting the urge to be rough, the animalistic side of him threatening to break free. But you didn't want him to hold back, didn't want him to treat you gently. You wanted him to let go, and fuck you like a wild animal.

"Am I not allowed to be admired by others?" You were taunting him, hoping to push him over the edge. "Am I not allowed to enjoy the company of handsome men?"

He chuckled at your attempt to provoke him, but it was a hollow sound. "You are not." He said simply, his grip tightening on your thighs. He increased his pace, pounding into you harder as he spoke. "I want every man in this city to know you're mine, to know you'll always be mine."

You whimpered as his words, your back arching against the wall as his cock rubbed against your sweet spot. You were already so close, and his words were doing nothing to help.

He noticed the change, the way your cunt clenched around him. He hummed, a dark smirk on his lips. "No, you won't cum until I allow it."

"Please." You whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his brutal pace. He was relentless, hitting the right spot every time.

"Not yet." He whispered, his voice dark and commanding. "You'll take what I give you."

Your eyes widened at his words, and you knew he wouldn't relent. You bit down on your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He was punishing you, and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it.

"Will you put your heir inside me, my prince?" Your voice was a whisper, your fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders.

His only response was a grunt, and you felt him twitch inside you. Your words were working, breaking his unshakable control. He was losing himself, and you couldn't wait to see him snap.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his thrusts becoming erratic and his breathing heavy. Pounding into so hard that your head hit the stone wall, your hips slamming against it with every movement. Pain and pleasure blended into one distinct feeling, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

He was chasing his release, his own pleasure the only thing on his mind. There was still a rage simmering under his skin, a fire that threatened to consume the both of you. And you couldn't help but think how beautiful he was, the way the moonlight caught his sweat slick skin, the way his muscles rippled and tensed beneath his skin.

His thrusts were brutal, his grip on your thighs almost bruising as he chased his pleasure. You could feel the way his body was trembling, the way his breathing was labored. Soft little moans caught between his lips, his face contorted in a mix of lust and anger.

And then you felt it, the way his cock pulsed inside you. The warmth of his seed as it filled you, and his hips stuttered as he pressed deep inside you, holding you still. His head dropped onto your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin as he panted.

You waited, his seed already leaking out of you, but his cock was still hard. He wasn't done, not yet. He held you close, carrying you over to the bed, his cock never leaving the warmth of your cunt.

He was careful as he laid you down, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing more of him.

He began thrusting again, slower this time, and deeper. His movements were calculated, each roll of his hips perfectly aimed to bring you both the most pleasure.

His hand moved between the two of you, his thumb finding your sensitive nub. Rubbing in tight circles, and you knew it wouldn't take long. Not with the way he was pounding into you, the way his cock filled and stretched you.

"Come," He commanded, his voice low and breathless. "Let me feel you."

And that was all it took, your back arched, and your nails scratching down his chest, leaving bright red welts in their wake. Your cunt clenched around him, drawing a moan from his lips.

He followed after you, his hips snapping forward a final time, his seed filling you once more. He collapsed on top of you, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his body a solid weight pressing you into the bedding.

You ran your hands through his hair, gently combing the silky locks. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes were closed, his face peaceful. He was so beautiful like this, but you couldn't help but wonder what had brought on his rage, his need.

You'd heard the whispers of course, the rumors of his behavior after a battle. Some said he went mad, killing anyone in his path, while others said he used the bloodshed to fuel his lust. But only you knew the truth, with every swing of his sword, he thought of you. Worrying about your safety, his love and affection for you was what kept him fighting, what kept him going. And now he was using that passion, that fire, to claim you as his own.

He was never a man of words, his actions speaking louder than any pretty poem or flowery sonnet. He didn't have the ability to explain his feelings, but he showed them with every look, every touch.

"Do you really wish for a child?" You whispered, your voice barely audible.

He let out a soft grunt of agreement, his body shifting as he rolled off you. He laid on his side, his arm draped across your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

"You should get some rest." He whispered, his words muffled by your hair. "I plan to keep you occupied tomorrow."

"Is that so?" You asked, a smirk on your lips.

"Yes." His voice was thick with sleep, his body relaxing into the bedding. "I have to make sure I've bred you properly, after all."

You rolled your eyes, his arrogance still intact, even when tired.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." He murmured, his hand resting on your stomach. "I've seen the way you've looked at the other children, and the way the mothers gaze upon you. You're jealous, and I aim to give you what you want."

"I didn't know you were so perceptive." You teased, your eyes closing as his warmth surrounded you.

"I choose not to be." He whispered, his voice fading into nothing. His breathing was soft, his body limp as he fell asleep.

Your husband was a complicated man, and his behavior was unpredictable. But it was moments like these, when his guard was down and his thoughts were clear, that you truly saw him.

And you liked what you saw, his heart, his soul, the good and the bad. The beast, the knight, the man. It was all just him, and you wouldn't change a thing.

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Ello! I just read your Dabi x Mother figure reader and I really really really loved it a lot! I was wondering if you could make a similar fic with the premise of Shigaraki x an older male reader who is a father figure towards him? You don't have to of course, I just really liked that Dabi fic and thought it was sweet!

A Father’s Love

Shigaraki x Male!Reader [PLATONIC]

Summary: Shigaraki grew up with an abusive father and a weak mother. He was traumatized after killing his whole family, and ended up living with All For One. It didn’t do any good for him, All For One was a controlling father figure who acted like he was doing what was best for him. All changed after recruiting a man with a unique Quirk.

★☽A/N: To be completely honest, A Mother’s Love is definitely one of my favorites!! That and Unexpected Interest. If you guys noticed my writing is slightly different, it’s either because I’m lazy, have improved, or have Writer’s Block… ANYWAYS, ENJOYYY!! <333

Contents: FLUFF & SLIGHT ANGST?

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The League of Villains is a dangerous organization, known for their evil crimes. All orchestrated by All For One himself, a centuries old threat to Japan’s society. His successor, Tomura Shigaraki, isn’t much different from his mentor.

Tomura Shigaraki grew up with an abusive father and a weak mother. At age 4, he killed his whole family, leaving him alone with no guardian and ended up living with All For One. It didn’t do any good for him, All For One was a controlling father figure who acted like he was doing what was best for him.

All changed after recruiting a man with a unique Quirk.

He was an old soul, a man in his 40’s with a unique Quirk. His name was Y/N L/N, known by society as Poker Face for his card-related Quirk. He was recruited by Dabi a couple days ago and he had already made his impact in the League.

The reason why he was invited to the league was because of his Quirk, which allows him to have any ability to extract any meaning from a card and use it to his advantage. Despite being called Poker Face, the cards that he can only use are tarots cards.

Dabi deemed his Quirk useful and recruited him to the team. With time, he slowly went up the ranks and was side by side with the main league. He was hard-working and focused at any task he was given. He was an impressive addition to the team.

By the time he joined the main league, he became very well known in the LOV. Known for his fatherly aura. He used to have a daughter that would’ve been Shigaraki’s age if she hadn’t died in an accident. An accident that All Might failed to save everyone in. Because of this, his hatred towards All Might was born and it grew everyday by the amount of people praising him for his work.

Toga absolutely loved him! Her parents had always found her weird as a child. Y/N? He doesn’t give two shits about her quirks. “You want to drink my blood? Okay, just don’t drink it all!” He would say with a big smile on his face, offering his arm towards her. “You want me to find a bird to drink all its blood? Give me the whole afternoon and I’ll find you a juicy one!” Another thing he would say, a huge smile on his face.

Of course, his treatment towards her is different since he’s a girl dad inside and out.

Dabi was a bit defensive around him. Although he was the one who recruited him, he only did it for the sake of the LOV. (Shocking!) But, with time, he grew to love the man as a father who supported his dreams. Touya grew up with Endeavour as a child, who filled him with so much hope and expectations, only to tell him to give up because of his Quirk. Y/N wasn’t like that. Anything Dabi suggested, he would give a pat on his back and tell him “it’s a great idea!” with a thumbs up. He was like any old dad. But to Dabi, he was the best.

Due to Shigaraki’s past, he learned to not trust people. The only people he trusted were the main league, Kurogiri and “Master.” All For One wasn’t exactly the best father figure after his late father died. He wasn’t abusive, surprisingly, but was controlling and manipulative. He always said that he was doing what was best for Tomura and to trust him.

All these years, Tomura was brainwashed to think that All For One was the best thing that happened to him.

But he was wrong.

When Y/N greeted himself, Tomura saw him as a disgusting old man. He thought, How could an old man like him be so great? with a scoff. He didn’t even shake his hand!

Shigaraki was bothered every single day by the older man. Everytime he was having a tough time, he found it annoying that L/N would go out of his way to comfort him. Everytime he was motivated or had done something successfully, he was there to cheer him on.

Slowly, even though it was unintended, his trust in Y/N increased. He found it trustworthy enough to handle things on his own without having to report anything to him.

And by now, he trusted Y/N with all his heart. All For One did not like this “new recruit.” He found him distracting towards Shigaraki. He despised how Y/N was basically stealing his successor.

Shigaraki didn't know that he saw Y/N as a father figure. He was caring and much more considered than All For One. He couldn't believe he was comparing Y/N with All For One! The very being who saved him.

But he wasn't considering his opinions, he never was there when he was having his breakdowns.

Y/N was. In one of his breakdowns, he scratched his neck to the point it was red and blood started to seep out. All For One wasn't there, but Y/N was. He quickly helped him, stopping him from causing more damage to his skin. He helped him calm down and regain control over his emotions again.

He was kind enough to put some ointment or cream to treat his wounds. He was still shaking but Y/N didn't mind. He just smiled at him and reassured him that everything was fine.

That was probably the first time in ages. The first time he cried, sobbed, in ages.

He couldn't stop the tears from falling from his eyes. His body shook even more as tears started to flood his vision.

He didn't know if this was from relief or what. He didn't know why he was crying, he just was.

Y/N sort of panicked when he suddenly cried in front of him. He rushed to comfort him with a comically sweaty state. “Hey, hey, it's okay!” He embraced him and patted his back.

Shigaraki couldn't move, he didn't even hug him back. He just sobbed the entire time, wetting Y/N's shirt in the process. Y/N was still shocked by this reaction, unable to react except trying to soothe him by rubbing his back.

Let’s just say that Y/N is his favorite person now. More than All For One.. (AFO is definitely angry about this revelation).

Oh! And he’s not afraid to call Y/N “dad.” <33

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