#*clanswomen

[coochiequeens]

I'm going to guess that this is another man who can't compete with younger men anymore, through no fault of his own he's just aging, and instead of accepting that gracefully and focusing elsewhere like coaching he's using women’s sports to prolong a sports career that should have been over by now.

By Amy Hamm June 24, 2024

Female rugby players in Alberta, Canada, are expressing concerns for their safety after a male who only recently began to identify as a “woman” was permitted to join their team. The women say their club is more worried about “discrimination” lawsuits than their potential injuries.

Players for the Clanswomen, a female rugby team in the Clansmen Rugby Club (CRC) and under the jurisdiction of the Edmonton Rugby Club, told Reduxx they were only recently informed by a coach that Maeryn Gellhaus, 48, was allowed to join their team.

Several members of the Clanswomen, who are being kept anonymous for their protection, explained that they knew Gellhaus had previously played on a men’s team in the CRC before he began to identify as transgender. He also reportedly coaches a youth team in the CRC.

According to a Clanswomen player who spoke with Reduxx, Gellhaus approached executives at the CRC sometime in May, requesting to switch from the men’s team to the women’s team. He has since been attending the women’s practice sessions twice a week. The female players were reportedly not consulted about his acceptance onto the roster.

Gellhaus made an Instagram post about joining the women’s team on May 29, boasting that he had played nearly 300 games as a male, but had been accepted into the Clanswomen after declaring himself to be a woman.

“I’ve played almost 300 games for my club. Played on every team possible. But the reason I never really fit in was because I was never really on the RIGHT team. Until tonight… tonight the Clanswomen allowed me to join them. So for once (maybe just once) I can take the pitch as myself for the right team.”

According to an Instagram post by Gellhaus, he began to identify as transgender and take cross-sex hormones (HRT) just four months ago and primarily presents as “male” most of the time.

“I’m only 4 months deep into HRT. I haven’t had [facial feminization surgery]. I still boy-mode mostly,” he wrote in another post from June 4.

The anonymous female players said that Gellhaus was allegedly informed that several of the women on the team were uncomfortable with his presence and worried about being injured playing with a male. Days later, Gellhaus took to Instagram again, complaining that some of the women had been less than accomodating to him.

“There are a lot of girls that have been absolutely amazing to me there. But there is an underlying feeling that some don’t want me there. Badly. It hasn’t been figured out yet. I’m trying to decide if it’s worth the struggle. I want to be celebrated, not tolerated,” he wrote.

Just last week, Gellhaus was finally added to the publicly-available team roster on the Clansmen Rugby Club’s website. He played his first game with the team on Saturday in St. Albert, Alberta.

One female player told Reduxx that she was focused on fairness and safety, and that none of the women opposed to Gellhaus’ presence were motivated by transphobia. Instead, she explained fear of injury was the primary concern amongst the women.

“It’s safety and fairness of sport. It’s pretty f*cked up that one person’s ‘feelings’ trump legitimate concerns of safety from our women. Our opinions and feelings don’t matter,” she said.

“In an aggressive contact sport like rugby, where your only required protection is a mouth guard, why do we have to argue over safety and explain the risks of women versus men?”

Several of the women have approached Canada’s governing body for Rugby with concerns about safety, but were told that the club must follow the current guidance, which enables players to choose a team based on their self-identified gender “at both recreational and competitive levels.”

Rugby Canada regulations claim to “resolve gender identity and gender expression issues” via their discipline and complaints policy. The policy does not provide any mention of the safety of female players matched with or against males.

“It’s reckless. The club is afraid [Gellhaus] will file a discrimination suit if we don’t let him play,” another Clanswomen player revealed. “I argue he is to be accepted ‘as is’ with the men’s team, or he can go play in one of the co-ed leagues.”

[gn1450]

I scrolled through AO3 and JJK fandom seems to be missing something.

1. Gege-sensei said that Satoru is spoiled (instead of whatever dumpster fire Kamo and Zen'ins are up to with their kid so far) so probably he, as a 17-ish y.o is gonna tell his mom "mommy, I adopted a kid"

And as a Gojo-Matriach (or at least the Clan Leader's wife) , A Sorcerer Clanswomen adept in political sh*t, there's no way Satoru's mom won't see Megumi being in Gojo-clan as a boon, for Satoru himself and for her own clan.

And she would know that her 17 y.o, spoiled-ass son, won't be able to keep two kids alive, heck he couldn't even cook at that point! The servants washes their clothes! Not him!

Imagine her initially wanted to help taking care of the kids due to political means. I.e. Megumi as a Zen'in child, (and Tsumiki, sigh. Non-sorcerer but a beautiful girl, no matter, it's fine, still moldable into a yamato nadeshiko),

Suddenly her motherly instinct kicks in seeing two abandoned children and instead of being a papa, Satoru ended up having two additional siblings.

With a more mature adult taking care of them (and probably set Megumi with a child therapist for his abandonment issue) Tsumiki won't be in a coma because she would know the dangers of Jujutsu World, and Megumi would be more well adjusted with a stability on his life, not resulting to FurubeYuraYura-ing Kamikaze move everytime something goes wrong.

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TLDR: I need "Satoru's Mom is being Megumi and Tsumiki's Mom AU" fics.

[pachu09]

MadaTobi One night stand AU

Madara's narrowed black eyes followed Tobirama as he carried his little son away. Something unsettled him whenever he looked/got a glimpse of little Senju Kagami.

( He himself had never interacted with the boy; not because he doesn't like the child but because whenever he was near the vicinity of the little one. Miraculously, one Senju Tobirama would show up to carry his child away. )

He had felt sheer befuddlement the moment he saw the child for the first time. The boy never had the typical looks of his Clanmate yet he looks like the typical Uchiha. If Hashirama hasn't confessed to him the secret of Senju Carriers he would have incorrectly assumed Tobirama had managed to impregnate one of his Clanswomen and ripped her child off of her loving arms.

But, knowing that the Albino himself carried little Kagami. It made Madara curious as to who the Albino had lain with and why does the child looks so much like a typical Uchiha?.

Does this mean Tobirama's type lies in with black haired people?.

Interestingly enough, he even let a man with an Uchiha characteristics impregnate and left him to deal with raising a little one alone...

Madara cocked his head as his activated Sharingan eyes continued to follow the Albino's rather alluring form.

So many questions swirled in Madara’s mind but no one can answer his questions unless Tobirama himself answered it.

But alas, it would take a miracle for the Senju Heir to even talk to Madara alone. Which he wouldn't hold his breath in. Tobirama had acted as if the Uchiha Clan Head doesn't exist as soon as the day's bureaucratic work ends.

He could point out to Hashirama his younger brother's disrespectful ways. But he wouldn't want to be accused of filling Hashirama’s ears with lies the moment he called out Tobirama’s infuriating behavior to the Uchiha as a whole....

Madara sigh out loud as his thoughts starts to darken. He shook his head to rid himself of such tempting thoughts. It is never a good thing to dwell with that kind of sick Fantasy.

He finally turn off his Sharingan as soon as Tobirama and Kagami had vanished from his sight...

Sighing deeply, he turn around and started his lonely trek back to his own House. He enviously eyed a couple who playfully swing their child between them...silently wishing, hoping even, that perhaps soon he'd have his own little Family to love and cherish too.

~●~●~

The mystery of Kagami's mysterious birth itches on Madara's psyche the more of the peaceful days passed. But he was unsure as to how to seek the answers he needs when he knew for a fact that the younger Senju avoided him like a plague as soon as they exited the Hokage Tower.

Sure, he can rely on Tobirama to do his responsibilities as one of the Founders of Konohagakure. But aside from their duties, Tobirama is far from being an acquaintance let alone a friend. Even Izuna had given up in chasing the Albino's friendship when it seems Tobirama is too hostile about befriending any Uchiha....

Madara rubbed his aching head at the difficult conundrum he's facing. He really hope that there's a Kami given sliver of chance he could exploit to find an answer to Kagami's existence.

A week later, Madara finally had the chance he was waiting for when some of his Clanmates children had come thundering back into the Uchiha Compound with anxious excitement and delivered the news that...

" Senju Kagami activated his Sharingan, Madara–sama and we all saw it!. "

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Soon come..."King Killmonger: The Golden Jaguar Chapter 9"

Summary:

N'Jadaka and Yani's honeymoon continues with a romantic canoe trip to the River Tribe's floating marketplace where Yani encounters three clanswomen who send her on a quest to find an oracle who can help her with the strange visions she has been experiencing since she left Birnin Zana.

[dianamoth]

Hello are you going to make another Naurto fanfic. I love all the ones you done so far

Hello,

I'm glad you like them. Thank you for letting me know. ♥

I'm currently low on writing juice, but I started a new project some time ago. It's about a disabled OC!Senju potentially paired with Minato and Shikaku.

I might as well share an excerpt here to see if it interests people and in turn motivates me to write more, otherwise, it will just stay in my drafts uselessly...

Follow the Minato by clicking on the "keep reading", and don't forget to leave feedback if you want more!

Inoichi threw himself on the free chair more than he sat, the wooden legs squeaking on the pavement.

“Did you hear?” he asked his friends with an excited face which meant he had a juicy piece of gossip to share.

The three jounin looked at him with amusement for his antics.

“Some of us barely woke up yet,” Shikaku drawled from his place against the wall, his chin propped up in his palm. To his credit, he had come back from a mission in the middle of the night and it was just noon.

“Do share, Inoichi, it looks like good news,” Minato added, smiling.

“And we certainly do need more of those,” Chouza agreed while serving himself generously among the dishes spread on the table.

“The Senju are organizing a courting trial!”

Shikaku deigned to look up from his food to stare at Inoichi in disbelief. “That old tradition? People still do that?”

Inoichi glanced surreptitiously around them to make sure that no one was paying too much attention to them, but the restaurant was depressingly empty (an ongoing war would do that to businesses).

“I heard from a reliable source that it’s done to, let’s say, deter a few unsavory characters from the courted party.”

“Damn it, Inoichi, just drop the names already,” Shikaku muttered.

“Fine! You really have no taste for mystery, Shikaku. I’m saying that Senju Airin claimed she wanted a courting trial when Danzou tried to arrange her marriage with his nephew.”

“Ew,” Chouza said. “Shimura Daiki? What a nasty piece. I wouldn’t wish him on any of my clanswomen… nor the sweet Airin. Well played if she dodged that bullet.”

“He could still complete the trial,” Minato pointed out.

Chouza sniffed in disdain. “I don’t pretend to know Airin-san very well, but she’s smart enough to find some trials too difficult for him to complete. Probably something that requires more than two neurons rubbed together.”

“Wow, tell us what you think of the guy, Chouza, would you?” Inoichi laughed. “As a matter of fact, the first trial is a game of go against the lady herself.” He wiggled his eyebrows toward Shikaku, to the others’ amusement and Shikaku’s exasperation.

“No, I’m not entering a courting trial just because it involves go,” Shikaku groused, throwing a wooden pick at his friend. “But back up would you? Why does Danzou want his nephew to marry that girl?”

“She’s two years older than us,” Chouza provided helpfully in between two bites.

“Alright, fine. Woman. What makes her so special?”

“Apart from being the only Senju woman of childbearing age left in Konoha, you mean?” Inoichi asked, finally realizing he was hungry and grabbing a plate of skewers.

“Yes, apart from that.”

“The Senju clan has been declared endangered,” Minato piped up while Inoichi was busy finally eating. “It means that any new member of the clan, spouse or children, receives financial aid.”

“And…” Inoichi adds with a shit-eating grin. “There are rumors…”

“Of course, there are,” Shikaku muttered.

“... that Senju Airin has got Mokuton abilities!”

“Bullshit,” Shikaku immediately denied, throwing his hands up. “Rumors? If she had Mokuton abilities, she would have been heralded as the Shodai’s reincarnation or something. Everyone would know about it.”

“The decision to keep it secret could have been made to protect her,” Minato suggested, always ready to play the devil’s advocate. 

“She wasn’t the best fighter, even before being injured in combat,” Chouza admitted. “You don’t put a target on the back of someone who can't handle it.”

“How injured?”

“Her ankle was smashed by an Iwa nin. The articulation was so badly injured that not even Tsunade-hime could completely heal it. I saw her recently in the streets, she walks with a terrible limp. She uses a cane, most often.”

Shikaku hummed. “Well, I never heard of her. What does she even look like? Compared to Tsunade-hime, how—”

Minato kicked him under the table so sharply that Shikaku hissed in pain, scowling at his friend before following his eyes to the door. A young woman was stepping in, walking with a limp and a cane. 

“Are you kidding—” Shikaku whispered under his breath before quieting when it became clear the woman was walking toward their table.

She had the same doe eyes as Tsunade-hime, but that’s where the likeness stopped. Her long wavy hair was light brown. Her skin was tanned, far from the blond’s fair skin. Where Tsunade was slim and relatively short, this one was plump and tall. Their chest size might compare, but with the modest layers she wore, it was hard to tell. Also, she wore pink, and she had freckles. He would have never imagined they were related.

“For the record, the window is open, and you have the discretion of Jiraiya-san near an onsen.”

To all his friends’ relief and bafflement, Chouza burst into laughter and stood up to greet the newcomer, breaking the awkwardness that had descended upon them.

“Airin-san! It has been too long!” He opened his arms, and Airin accepted the bear hug more gracefully than any other non-Akimichi. 

Shikaku sighed as he caught up. Between Airin's coloring and body shape, and Chouza’s familiarity with her, they had to be related.

“Chouza-kun. How are you?”

“I’m fine, all fine! Let me introduce you to my friends. This is Namikaze Minato, a dear friend, and brilliant jounin.” 

Minato stood up to bow. Airin greeted him with a “Pleased to meet you.”

“And these here, are my teammates, Yamanaka Inoichi and Nara Shikaku.”

Both nodded in greeting, foregoing the standing that Minato insisted on as a non-clan member. It was old school, but some idiot classists insisted on the practice.

“Let me guess, Chouza; she’s a cousin?” Inoichi asked, voicing Shikaku’s thoughts.

“That’s right! Her mom was my dad's cousin,” Chouza confirmed, laughing. He knew his family tree by heart.

“I take after her, obviously. I hope you aren’t too disappointed by the dissimilarity with Tsunade.” She said while gesturing from her chest to her toes. “She took after great-uncle Tobirama, I’m told.”

Shikaku rubbed his brow. This was on him, he knew. “How much did you hear?”

She shrugged. “Enough.”

“I apologize if I was rude.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”

[yeoldenoodle]

Y'all ever watch Mad Max: Fury Road and its on regular TV

so theres commercials spaced to make the movie over 3.5 hours

and 3.333 hours into that TV-timed-movie when Max is trying to save Furiosa

because all she wants to do is save the liberated women & her clanswomen & she deserves to live

we have an INSANE tense emotional moving moment

he reveals his name to everyone

while transferring his own blood into this beaten warriors body

and then

blackout

MARCOS PIZZA LOVERS GET IT 🍕🍕🍕🍕 (SWOOPS IN ON A BIG-AH-PEPPA-RONIS-PIZZA)

[missbellesmagic]

Because I can’t help myself, here’s how i would have structured a 13 ep season of the Mayfair Witches

Episode 1: (After the cold open with Deirdre) Establishing Rowan’s skill as a Doctor/Suzanne’s skill as a midwife, Rowan’s comfort with sex/Suzanne exchanging sex for protection, Ellie’s cancer resurgence/Suzanne’s mother getting attacked and/or sick where we get the ‘death is your job too’ speech, Rowan attempting to get Ellie into the trial/Suzanne participating in the May Day festival to prevent a witch hunt, Rowan mourning her mother alone/Suzanne wailing with her fellow clanswomen over her mother’s death and her own pregnancy

Episode 2: Cold open of Deirdre waking up, seeing Carlotta and putting herself through a window to try and kill her. Suzanne taking Deborah to the field to summon Lasher/Rowan trying to find out about her origins and getting the first inklings of Lasher’s presence, Suzanne burning and Petyr ‘saving’ Deborah/Rowan finding out about Deirdre’s death and spiraling during which Ciprien shows up to offer protection and guidance, Deborah going out of control and running away from the talamasca/Rowan accidentally harming Ciprien and running away to New Orleans

Episode 3: Cold open of Deborah in prison, handing the emerald over to Petyr to deliver to their daughter Charlotte as a pretense to get him there. Rowan disoriented in New Orleans and contacted by Ciprien/Charlotte trying to settle into Saint Domingue when Petyr comes to deliver the emerald and make sure she’s okay, Rowan meeting Carlotta and getting an invite to the funeral then meeting with Ciprien where they connect hands and as a result fall into intimacy/Petyr and Suzanne connecting over Deborah’s death and drinking heavily until he wakes up with her on top of him disgusted, Ciprien deciding to stay and help/Petyr abandoning Suzanne

Episode 4: Cold open of Charlotte’s death and the emerald passing to Jean-Louise, being named heir to everything even though she’s not the first born son. Mona, Carlotta, Rowan and Cortland all preparing for the funeral and then meeting at the church where we see all of their reactions to Deirdre’s death/Jean-Louise explaining death and the legacy to her daughter Angelique, Wake at the house where Mona keeps trying to get Rowan’s attention but keeps getting swerved by Cortland, Carlotta (and Jojo, I like her so we can keep that scene in the dining room) who have their own agendas. She tries to get Rowan to come with her but Rowan opts to stay to talk to Carlotta instead. Jean-Louise spreading her power and influence over Haiti to build up wealth for her family/Carlotta explaining the legacy in its current form and putting the emerald on Rowan’s neck before she passes out because Carlotta drugged her drink (trying to keep Lasher dormant again).

Episode 5: Cold open of Carlotta visiting Mona to give her clothes for the new school year and disclosing that she has Rowan ‘well in hand’ which Mona freaks out about and Carlotta locks her in the attic. Ciprien returns and finds out Rowan is being held, recruits Delphine to help rouse her before Carlotta returns. They go to the law office to look over the legacy paperwork. Angelique struggles to run the family estate on her own/Rowan makes plans on how to utilize the new resources, Angelique convinces Vincent St. Christophe to marry her to run the estate and carry on the family line/Rowan convinces Ciprien she needs an ally against Carlotta and they decide to get married

Episode 6: Rowan making allies in the family and making plans for the wedding/Marie Claudette being warned by her slaves about the coming revolution, where she aids them with resources and they help her and her family escape

Episode 7: Marguerite’s wedding to Tyrone McNamara/Rowan’s wedding to Ciprien. The morning after he’s taken by the Talamasca, reprimanded for his decisions and forced to defend himself and then given the files on the Mayfairs to arm himself, unfortunately leaving Rowan alone with Lasher. Marguerite’s experiments and interactions with Julien/Rowan experimenting with her own abilities while on what’s meant to be her honeymoon

Episode 8: Katherine partying with her brothers and content to leave management to Julien until she meets Darcy Monahan. Ciprien returns but only to inform Rowan of what’s going on and spending a little time with her before returning to the files, promising he’ll turn them over when he can. Rowan overseeing remodeling the house/Katherine building the house, both efforts face complications but both arcs end with a massive housewarming party. Mona once again tries to talk to her but gets stopped.

Episode 9: Rowan coming into control of her own powers and ostensible control of Lasher/Mary Beth using her own powerful abilities to control the spirit and build the family up. 

Episode 10: A focus on Stella, how she lived blissfully with Evelyn until she returned home, and then attempting to leave with Stuart Townsend before being murdered, episode ends with Ciprien finally getting the second floor attic open after several attempts have failed, finding the jars and seeing what happened through Stuart’s eyes. 

Episode 11: Ciprien is in the hospital from the heart attack he suffered, Rowan leads the cleanup of the attic and grapples with isolation and another potential loss. We parallel with Antha, growing up under carlotta’s thumb after witnessing the murder of her mother until she eventually commits suicide. At one point we see Rowan standing on that same balcony and only stops herself from climbing over because she gets nauseous, shortly after discovering she’s pregnant. 

Episode 12: Deirdre’s life and grappling with an unplanned pregnancy/Rowan attempting to figure out how to tell Ciprien. Lasher is trying to get her to focus on building her abilities as “the time is coming to use them”. By the end of the episode Ciprien returns home from the hospital and promises to fill her in on what he learned, but gets sidetracked when she tells him she’s pregnant. 

Episode 13: Rowan hosts a christmas party to announce the news to the family. We see when this announcement is made that Mona reacts poorly only to be stopped from saying something by Carlotta, who smacks a hand over her mouth out of sight of everyone else. After the party, Rowan and Ciprien talk about all that he learned from the files and share theories on what Lasher’s true motivations might be. When Ciprien gets close to the truth, Lasher affects his heart again and he falls in the pool while Rowan begins to miscarry. Lasher is reborn and we end the finale with Mona breaking out of the attic and getting to the house too late, Carlotta lifting the emerald out of a pool of blood and placing it around her neck. 

Obviously this restructures the plot a bit but keeps the important points and elements, and the ancestors with less going on leaves more room for much needed time with the characters. I even kept in Ciprien and Jojo, because they’re okay, but I seriously cannot forgive them for replacing Mona with a washed out OC. 

[aurora-light-blog]

Dathomiran Historical Timeline

*3995 bby*  Paecians are freed from Rakata enslaved by former Jedi Knight Allya

*around 3695 bby* A Paecian Dasan (leader) attempted to abuse his wife to maintain the patriarchal society, instead she killed him and took control of the clan. She declared herself Mother Nai thus began the reign of Mothers. They were no longer called Paecians but rather Dathomirans.

*around 3643 bby*  The mysterious village of Aurilia is founded as a safe haven for Force Sensitives and their neutral allies.

*around 3003 bby* Several clanswomen from various tribes band together to create the Nightsisters.

*around 2626 bby* Mandalorians make contact with Dathomir

*1995 bby* Darth Lanh, self-declared emperor, built a secret prison on Dathomir to house his prisoners for experiments. The combined forces of Nightsisters and Singing Mountain Clan destroyed the Darth and his Dark Knights. Nightsisters took possession of the prisoners and donned them Nightbrothers.

*1750 bby* The Sith again placed down a base on Dathomir for a biological experiment, which would later be called Blackwing.

*1749 bby* The clanswomen survivors of the Undead infection would later form Howling Crag Clan.

*995 bby to 662 bby* The Nightsisters wage war on all other clans for domination of Dathomir.

*around 595 bby* Nightsister Allya revises the Book of Laws. The Spiderclan is formed.

This was constructed to help me devise hopefully four Dathomiran fanfics. I've currently finished three of them.

[sliptohk]

Prompt #11: Once Bitten Twice Shy

It was a rite of passage for the Ooja clanswomen to cut their teeth on the most benign of toxins, relatively harmless in the limited doses that were administered in the early stages of their education. Aside from a sleepless night or two as hearts raced and small spasms worked through their muscles, it offered little to fear in comparison to the dreadful concoctions they would strive toward.

Days later, body and mind would be whole once more and their sleeping patterns returned to a normal rhythm. Only that one reminder of how even the most simple of mixtures could greatly impact their bodies. The frailty of the mortal form before the complexities of nature that had developed over countless generations into the deadly compounds they were.

Swiftly moved past, accomplished mixologists never revisited such amateur diversions. Their name for it alone, Kittenweed, left to their youth as they advanced into the future.

By all but Qata it would seem.

It took some time for her tribeswomen to realize just what the young Keeper had been doing. A noisy day every now and then would hardly be noticed, but when the clattering and crashing of pottery could be heard well after the sun had risen for days on end they were swift to realize just what she had been up to.

Their warning had fallen on deaf ears. Making full use of its insomnia inducing potential, and simply working through the shakes, the burgeoning mage happily continued her research while the others slept. And as an added bonus, she reveled in the ways that such cases of longtime sleeplessness induced hallucinations and other avenues to expand her thinking.

At least that was her side of the story.

Finally weaned off those regular doses, the elders finally managed to show the dangers of the blend to the next generation when Qata fell into a near comatose state for the next five days. They chose not to spread the story of how she had to be dragged off by a pair of sisters when she tried to get her hands on another few doses once they had emerged from their sleep. Forbidden from touching it again by the Eldest before she could circumvent their protective measures.

It paid for an Ooja to be cautious. Somehow Qata had failed to grasp that lesson.

[the-firebird69]

Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior • Soundtrack Suite • Brian May

bja went down and otns want to see if they got anything.  tons want tosee our sons clanswomen. and tons.  huge groups descendnow.  huge.  it is a war but this a huge huge event.  you see them in the eye of th storm.  and it is horrid. mean gross and nohting like thier act h ere and they are barbaric. and really are.  need them out they show it here now we hit hthem herre shortly and a lot due to this and they want to see below get intel too and spic e the way and they get very fst as yu  shall see. and fight bja consttantly

Thor Frey

Olympus

and nz has it too a bit not as much and not often but does.

and for gay ppl yes

Thr Freya

true too 

Zues Hera

[benkyoushinasaine]

【英単語】clansmanを徹底解説！意味、使い方、例文、読み方

clansmanは【一族の一員である人、特に男性（=もともと同じ家族から来て同じ名前を持つ家族のグループ）】意味として使われています。 和訳：【クランズマン】読み方はˈklænz.mənです。豊富な例文及び運用法を通して「clansman」の意味を学びましょう.. 例文He appealed to his clansmen to stand up against the regime.彼は一族に政権に反対するよう訴えた。 例文Given that his surname is one of the most common in Scotland, he must have innumerable clansmen and clanswomen.彼の姓がスコットランドで最も一般的な姓の 1…

[clan-carruthers]

CLAN CARRUTHERS: Appeal from our Chief

Dear Clansmen and Clanswomen, Please see below, a message on behalf of Sir Crispin Agnew of Lochnaw, Chief of Agnew. Sir Crispin acted as legal advisor during my successful hearing at the Lyon Court. Sir Crispin’s son and heir Mark’s mental health took a battering after two failed attempts to row the Atlantic. But it now seems extreme outdoor pursuits have saved him. He is now kayaking the…

[dragonballalltime]

DRAGON BALL ALL-TIME: EPISODE 1!!

Welcome to DRAGON BALL ALL-TIME! An improvised story, written by two different writers! Please enjoy, if you follow along!=== [BEGIN] [WRITER 1] Years after the events of the DRAGON BALL XENOVERSE games, the Time Patrol was still a thriving group telling off all time-bending baddies! Due to the ever-changing operation though, the patrol was always expanding, so Conton City has since been made larger, and a new city is even in the works! You can already see some additions that have made their mark, such as...

The God of Destruction of Time

Like the Supreme Kai of Time, there too exists a God of Destruction of Time. There's much more to discuss about that, but... Today, we introduce ourselves to the newest to take on the mantle! 

The God of Destruction of Time must go undercover as an ordinary Time Patroller in order to properly dictate what timelines need to be destroyed, vs. ones that simply need their distortions cleared as usual. So, the newest god, Daquiri, is tasked with the same, currently on her way to being introduced to her brand new Time Patrol team!

But... Will she get along with them? Her team leader is quite strict and astute, so the surprisingly meek destroyer god may not be able to keep up her cover for long... Daquiri isn't too comfortable letting others know of her position yet, since if other Patrollers knew that the God of Destruction of Time was among them on missions, they may grow too intimidated and mess up their tasks! So, Daquiri must be the one to survive being intimidated instead... It's a cruel world.

A cruel world that's about to be burst open... Now! [WRITER 2] "So you really don't have any books related to Time Manipulation...? Asking for safety reasons, of course."

"I'm afraid that information is well kept in the Time Vault, or the Capsule Corporation database, depending on the manipulation method."

A pair of patrollers would be discussing matters inside of a lonely library.

One of them appeared to be a Kai, her pointy ears and attire being strong indicators. She wore a badge over her uniform, indicating that she was an 'Elite-ranked Patroller'.

On the other side, a Frieza Clansmen -or rather, clanswomen- listened to her leader.

"I understand that, thanks for clearing it up. In any case, I believe our new team member should be arriving soon." The purple-skinned Kai says, changing the topic.

"Hm? The one that Magma assigned to us himself?" The other woman inquires.

"That would be correct. He didn't rely much information to me, so I expect that they are able to give us more details about themselves." [WRITER 1] Soon, the library wouldn't be as lonely since a new lady walked in during the two's conversation.

The first thing you could tell about her is that she was tall, almost comically so, as she had to bend underneath entryways to not bump into them. The second key factor of the lady's appearance was that she had the face of a dog - not as in she's ugly, but a literal dog! Of course, the God of Destruction Beerus is a cat, so now we have a dog. "... O-oh, yoohoo!" But... The final inkling of her appearance was probably the most important of all. Despite being a big dog, her expression might as well have been a puppy's, her shaky figure joining her soft frame. She gulps a little, keeping up a polite smile.

"I-i'm Eireni, your new teammate!... Wait--" The lady smacks herself immediately. "No, you're Eireni, I'm Daquiri! Uhm... Hi!"

"..."

She sweats. Not only was she feeling nervous about being out of her God of Destruction attire and donning casual clothes instead, but she even botched her greeting! 

“....................”

Daquiri keeps a big smile as she screams internally. "I hope we can be friends!" [WRITER 2] Eiréni and her teammate exchange glances, and then they both reply with a similar smile.

"Welcome, I'm Ava! Please, have a seat." The Frieza clanswomen gestures to a third chair awaiting next to their table.

"Welcome indeed, I am Eiréni, as you have already pointed out. I'll be your team leader from now on." The Kai replies, nodding to the chair as well.

"We can get on all that technical time patrolling stuff later on. But for now, we rather know more about yourself, if you're willing to share." [WRITER 1] "U-uh, thanks!"

Daquiri smiles, smiling and dying inside all the way towards the chair. She sits down, and... Crack! "!!" The chair snapped a bit beneath her large body. However, she just tries to hide it, using her long skirt to cover up the broken leg as she never lets up her intensely sweating smile. "Thanks for the warm greeting!" There was something else she was trying to 'cover up', too. "Oh, me? Well, like I said, my name is Daquiri, and I'm the new God of--" She immediately puts a hand in front of her mouth, thinking, "O-oh, shoot...!"

She almost slipped up already!

"...G-god of... Sewing...!" "I don't even know how to sew??" "Yeah!" 

“........... . . .. . .”

Daquiri kept shaking.

[WRITER 2] "God... of sewing? Can't say I have ever heard state something so daring." Eiréni comments, glancing at Daquiri's chair momentarily after hearing it snap, but continues as if nothing happened.

"Mhm. You must be really good at it, hm? Come to think of it, I could use a new suit, this one is a bit worn out after all these years." Ava pulls at her white suit. [WRITER 1] "Oh, I see! Well, it is quite the suit! I could help you fix it sometime!" Not unless Ava wanted it to be ripped to shreds.

"U-uhm, uhh..." Daquiri clears her throat. "Sooo... Magma, the head of the Elite Time Patrol! He told me some stuff about you two before sticking me in your team!" She says. "Ava, you're... One of the city's librarians, correct? That explains the surroundings then, haha!"

"Aaand... Eireni..." Daquiri began to shake a little more. Something about that Kai's gaze felt so critical... "...O-one of the newest Elites, right?" Gulp. She hopes she didn't get that wrong.

[WRITER 2] "Correct. I'm glad Magma took that into account when arranging our meeting. It would've been somewhat of an issue if you had come here on a busier day." Ava explains.

"Certainly one of the newest, I was ascended not too long ago. It almost caught me off-guard, I thought it would never happen at this point." Eiréni replies. [WRITER 1] "Oh, I see! That's good to hear." Daquiri smiles. "I'm a new Time Patroller myself. I joined because..." She racks her brain. "...N-no particular reason..." She gulps again.

But, then she clears her throat. "Sooo, Ava, got any reading recommendations?" She asks. "Anything on the God of Destruction of Time position, perhaps?" She almost couldn't get more obvious. "It better not say anything weird!"

[WRITER 2] "Hm? Oh, I'm sure there must be some volumes speaking about the topic on the Deities section. Don't expect much though, the position is still fairly new, after all." Ava points out, as she glances over to a specifc aisle.

"That's true. I wonder if they've even appointed anyone yet." Eiréni comments. [WRITER 1] "W-well, there have been a few in the past, but... They all seemed to..."

She shakes her head. "N-not that I would be too studied on the topic, eheh!" Daquiri adjusts her seating.

...

And that makes her fully break her chair. "GAAAH!" She looked like a spilled plate of spaghetti, laid out on the floor among wood chips.

[WRITER 2] "Erm, are you okay?" Ava goes over to Daquiri to help her stand up.

"Do you have any other chairs around here that aren't made of cheap wood?" Eiréni asks, not as concerned as her teammate. "They can't just go breaking down because someone is shaking nervously on them..." [WRITER 1] "I-I'm oka--" Eireni's final sentence almost made Daquiri burst out and cry. "I-I'm not shaking...!" She was.

Her eyes dart around the room. She wanted to find something to take the attention away from her. "U-uhm, I know!" Spotting a board game on one of the shelves, a thought comes to her immediately. Without giving it much mulling over, she spits out, "H-how about we play '2 Truths 1 Lie'? That'd be a great way to get to know each other!"

She smiles.

...

And she also sits on her knees in front of the table, there not being much of a difference between that and a chair due to her height. "S-sorry about the chair, by the way! You can take it out of my paycheck!" The God in hiding tries to quickly move past it.

[WRITER 2] "A childish game as a method for an interview? Just who does she-"

"That sounds nice, Daquiri. May I ask you to go first?" Ava interjects, having noticed a subtle annoyance in Eiréni's expression. [WRITER 1] "E-eh? Uhm... Sure! I can try!" She was hoping to have time to think while they went first. Oh no.

"...Eeehm... Uuuhhhh..."

Why was Eireni looking at her like that?? She gulps, trying to think faster.

"O-okay!" Daquiri takes a deep breath. 

"I... Know how to sew."

"I've played basketball with Lord Zen-Oh before."

"I, uh... Like 'Skooby Snacks'."

She exhales. "N-now, you both have to pick which you think is the lie!" Nervous smile.

[WRITER 2] Both Patrollers squinted at Daquiri, carefully processing each statement.

"Hm... I'd say it was playing basketball with Lord Zen-Oh... I've never heard of him interacting with any mortal, outside of a certain incident." Ava replies, then glancing at Eiréni, who seemed deep in thought still.

"What is a 'Skooby Snacks'...?" [WRITER 1] "Oh, uh... They're, uh... Uh... Dog food..." Daquiri mumbles, before scratching the back of her head and laughing while saying, "E-ehehe, yeah! It sounds quite silly, but, uh, I did! He thought I was tall!" She looks around nervously. "No other reason he'd play with a mortal, haha!"

"And, oh, uh, yeah, I lied about being able to sew." She says. "I, uh, wasn't telling the truth earlier when I said I could... Uhhh..."

Death.

"Y-your turn!" Daquiri randomly points at one of them, wanting to change the subject. When she found her finger landed towards Eireni, she shook, and changed to Ava. "I-I meant you!"

[WRITER 2] "Oh? Alright." Ava nods, taking a minute to think.

"Let's see... I get my hair done often, I've taken books out of my own library without paying, and I can speak around 20 languages." She listed.

"Hm. You made it quite easy." Eiréni comments. [WRITER 1] "Oh, uh!--" Daquiri goes to comment immediately, but she hears Eireni's remark. "She made it... Easy?" Oh no! What if she gets it wrong??

She panics. 

"Uhm, uhh... Uhm!!..." Not knowing what to do with her hands, she flails somewhat before pointing a finger up and claiming, "Uhh, the lie is about your hair!"

"Wait, no--"

"You've taken books out!"

"No, that would be wrong--"

"20 languages!"

She stiffens. She ended up picking all three! "Aah...!" "U-uh, just go with the last one I said! Final answer!" [WRITER 2] "Wrong, I'm afraid. I would never take a book out without paying its respective value. I might the one in charge of this library, but that does not put me above the rules." Ava corrects.

"Polishing her hair also counts as getting it done, and last time I checked, she knows 19 languages, to be exact." Eiréni clarifies.

"yeah but twenty is a prettier number and makes me sound smarter-"

"Uh-huh. So I take it that it's my turn now, correct?" Eiréni asks, now slightly amused. [WRITER 1] "Wait, so I was right...?" Daquiri looks around, stunned. "Yay!!" She smiles gleefully, all tension from her fading for a moment as she claps her hands excitedly. "W-wow, Ms. Ava! That's wonderful! I only know one language, ehehe!"

She returns to panic. "U-uhm... Yeah!" Daquiri responds to Eireni, finding herself scooting closer to Ava.

[WRITER 2] "Hm." Eiréni places her hand under her chin, thinking.

"I like women." She states.

Dead silence.

"Uhm, Eiréni... You're supposed to state three different things." Ava remarks, nudging her leader.

"..."

"My contribution to this game has ended." She replies with a deadpan tone. [WRITER 1] "U-uh--"

Looking like a dog, one might assume that Daquiri was 'not too fond of gay people'. However, she only really seemed shocked by the suddenness of it.

"...Uuuhm..."

"Is that the lie??" Daquiri dimwittedly asks, having never had an intelligent thought. "I don't get it..." She looks at Ava for help.

[WRITER 2]

Ava merely tilts her head. "Why do you seem so confused?"

[WRITER 1] "I, uhh... Uhh..."

"I didn't know girls could like girls."

"So it's the lie, right?"

"But she didn't say anything else..."

"Uuuhm..."

"..."

[WRITER 2] "Perhaps we should leave it at that, lest you get further confused." Ava recommends with a slight chuckle.

Eiréni remained silent, just listening to the two while dying inside. [WRITER 1] "Uuuhm.. Okay??"

"Uuh, I guess it's my turn now..."

"..."

Daquiri puts a hand on her chin, thinking.

"Hmm... I should saaay... I should say that I'm a god! Then say it's a lie, because then they won't suspect me..."

"But, that would be an actual lie! Aw!"

"Then maybe I should saaay... I don't like Ms. Eireni's hair..."

"But that would be the lie!"

"But I'm supposed to come up with a lie!"

Before long, birds were spinning around her head. She was trying to figure out how to not feel guilty in a game about lies.

"O-okay, I have them!"

"...Uuh... I... Played basketball... With Whis..."

"I like Ms. Eireni's hairstyle."

"The sentence I'm saying right now... Is the truth!"

She smiles with flushed cheeks. "U-uh, guess!"

[WRITER 2] "Hm... You really like playing basketball, hm? However, this time I am certain that it's a lie. I doubt any Angel would dedicate themselves to sports when they have many other important matters to be concerned with." Ava guesses.

"A-and...!" Ahem. "And, should the sentence were you claim to be saying the truth not be true, you wouldn't have been able to state it as fact." Eiréni ends up re-joining the game. [WRITER 1] "Well, uhh... People just like playing it with me since I'm tall!" Daquiri says. "It was on the same day, too! Mr. Whis walked up to me like 'My, my, I had no idea that gods could be so ballin' then he--"

"--I mean, not that I would be a god, uhh--"

"..."

Eireni... Proved why Daquiri's lie didn't make sense. That was going to be the lie. "...U-uhm..." Trying not to look dumb, she blurts out, "T-the hair thing was the lie!"

"WAIT, I'M NOT TRYING TO SAY IT'S BAD--"

Daquiri holds her head in her hands, wanting to scream as she tries to incoherently murmur an excuse. "I-it's a lie because... I love the hair, not like..!" She really should have thought this game out before picking it...

[WRITER 2] Ava and Eiréni exchange glances once again.

"So we are expected to believe that deities approach you merely for your ability to be 'so ballin'?" The Kai inquires.

"Why not?" The other woman interjects.

"Ava, you should know well at this point that gods do not 'ball', did you forget?"

"Maybe you are the one that doesn't 'ball'?" Ava suggests, snickering. [WRITER 1] "U-uhm, well, I'm sure they would let you, if you wanted! The Supreme Kai of Time shows up for the games sometimes!" The god says. "...Though, uh, she's not very good because she's short... And, uh..."

"..."

"Y-your turn!" Dodging any other criticism, she nudges Ava. Despite it being just a nudge, she was so nervous that she couldn't control her strength, so it hurt quite a bit... "O-oh, sorry!!" [WRITER 2] Ava winced slightly, but she just nodded, accepting the apology. Where does all her patience come from?

"Hm..."

"I have more hobbies outside of reading."

"...My shirt size is between S and M."

"My favorite color is a very specific shade of blue. ...There you go!" [WRITER 1] "...Hmmm..." Daquiri puts a hand on her chin, inspecting Ava. She tugs at her shirt a little. "No, not it..." She looks at Ava. Daquiri gasps, having an epiphany. "Oh, I know it! You're blue, so clearly, you must like blue! The lie is about your hobbies!" 

She sounded very confident. "I-I don't have very many hobbies myself, ehehe..." She scratches her head shyly, blushing.

[WRITER 2] "uhm"

"Well, at least she didn't make fun of me for it, I guess...?" Ava sighs, nodding to Daquiri.

"You are correct. If I'm not reading or working, I usually find myself without nothing else to do." She admits, somewhat embarrassed. [WRITER 1] "Oh, well, uhm, maybe I could read with you, sometime!" Daquiri suggests, smiling gleefully. "I could show you some of my hobbies, too!"

"Like basketball."

"Which sometimes involves gods... For no particular reason!"

"..."

Sweat.

"U-uhm, your turn, Ms. Eireni!" Her cheerfulness began to fade into stiffness yet again.

[WRITER 2] "Oh, uhm, sure thing!" Ava smiles back.

"...Me again?" Eiréni scratches her head. 

"I thought I had lost the game." [WRITER 1] "Y-you did?" Daquiri asks. "I didn't know you could lose..."

"But, uh, I'll go instead, then!" In actuality, she took the chance to not accidentally end up saying something off kilter about Eireni.

"...Uuuhm..."

But now she has to rack her brain again!

"Aaagh... I-i can't keep lying! I'm running out things to say..."

"...Maybe I can..."

"..."

Daquiri began to hold her head, looking quite unsettled.

"I don't want them to judge me...!"

[WRITER 2] "Hm... I didn't know that either..." Ava comments, glancing at Eiréni.

"..."

They both turned their gaze back at Daquiri, expectant. [WRITER 1] "...!!"

She notices immediately. Her heart pounds!

"U-uh, just say something!"

"Uh, I just peed myself!"

"......"

"I also played basketball with the Grand Priest once."

"......"

"I am the God of Destruction of Time."

She began to shake like a cartoon skeleton, making chattering noises.

[WRITER 2] "Uh..."

"That is... disgusting, if true..." Eiréni speaks up. "However, I must assume that is the lie. I'm inclined to believe that you have at least enough dignity to be able to handle yourself in such a situation. Following your previous statements of having 'balled' with other higher ranked deities, I doubt you would lie about someone like the Grand Priest. Being the God of Destruction of Time would explain why you are able to meet up with said deities too." She analyzes, staring directly into Daquiri's eyes as she broke down her thought process.

"That's true, but maybe she did pee herself...? Sometimes you are a bit... You know..." Ava interjects.

"a bit what" [WRITER 1] "............"

With each passing word, Daquiri shakes more, her pupils dilating. There was some kind of strange puddle under her, too...

"Uh no I havent played basketball with the Grand Priest he doesn't like it"

"...."

"I peed and also I'm the god of destruction of time"

She screams internally.

"I-i didn't want them to look at me differently...! But... It feels worse to lie and try to be someone else!"

"......"

She looks at her wrist. "Oh, wow, would you look at the time!" She didn't have a watch. "Gotta go bye"

Within seconds, she was gone.

[WRITER 2] "!!!!?!??!?"

The duo was utterly shaken, to say the least.

"WE HAVE BEEN SEATING IN FRONT OF A GOD THIS WHOLE AFTERNOON?!" Eiréni exclaims. Ava merely replies with a sigh. "A god that peed on one of my chairs..."

[WRITER 1] Actually, she peed on the floor. She broke the chair a while ago!

[END]

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In loving memoirs

Ughh just finishing Childe's character story with Teucer and omg this man had me weak before but now he has a firm iron grip over my heart. I love how he is such a family man above everything, even if he gets into a bind of his own making lmao. But anyway, I had a brainrot for a while for Childe and Teucer, and figured I might as well share as as a way to show my appreciation and adoration for this dork of a character.

Warnings: Angst, more angst, blood, battle, death. You know, the usual Childe fic requirements (jk jk but seriously though??)

Part 1 (You are here) | Part 2

(Note: LOL this was the first GIF that I found when I looked up Ajax and decided to just say f*ck it and leave it since it works sooo well.)

In essence, you are one of the many Creator's of the universe and although you didn't help or give a hand in the making of Teyvat, your best friend was the Creator and they have invited you to travel and have fun, away from all the infighting and the battlefield that was the Higher Courts of the Gods. You and your friend were part of the faction that favored protection above all, while the others were part of the faction of chaos and dismay, wishing for all things to end as they have suffered from their actions caused against others or themselves. Of course, although not part of the main clan or were the ones calling the shots, you and your friend were still part of the upper branches.. which made you both targets. And it was exhausting, so your friend offered you to have a little time off on their amazing little world they named Teyvat. After much debate, you finally said yes.

After a long time, you finally descend into Teyvat as a regular mortal to have fun in the beloved world of your best friend and reported your daily activities to your friend as you slept, as they unfortunately could not join you in the tomfoolery as only one may leave their post at a time. You spent your days peacefully (as you can be that is) and met many unique characters. And as you are a fighter yourself, you met Childe and sparred. You had fun when he was around, and although you wish you could say he does too, you didn't want to assume. You felt that spark, the attraction to him but ignored it as you remember who you are and what you deal with. Times with Childe was fun, but everything changed when Teucer had met you.

Your fondness for Teucer was growing stronger by the minute, and you both were menaces to Childe when together. After noticing his very obvious (but cute) lie, your heart squeezed. You yourself had lost a sibling, and could understand Childe in wanting to provide the best for his little treasure box, Teucer... but you knew all too well it doesn't always have a happy ending.

"Hey, play along for me? Teucer is young, too young to know the adult world just yet.. I want to protect his dreams and his vision of me." You pursed your lips, and Childe immediately noticed the flash of hurt come across your eyes.

"I understand you, Childe. Trust me when I say I do, and I too hope Teucer won't have a horrible vision of the world. But also trust me when I say this, do not keep it for too long. Children are smart little creatures, and much more emotionally and mentally capable than you give them credit for. I will play along, as a favor, but for his sake I hope you don't keep it from him forever." You walked away, leaving a shocked Childe behind.

You and your sibling, were very much like how Childe and Teucer are now. But... they grew too curious, and thanks to how you treated them and essentially gave them the biggest confidence a child could have... they met their end. You were a doting older sibling, trying to keep everything in the balance for your fellow clansmen and clanswomen, helping with children and loved them dearly. You always favored your family, as was expected of you. But alas, the call of battle was drawn and your name was summoned. You of course lied to your younger sibling, hoping that in their naivete they would sit with the elder generations safe and sound, away from the massacre that would forecast the day. However, your hope was dashed, when your sibling witnessed your dark side, and in their fear bumped into the enemy whom promptly ended their life.

You shook your head, getting rid of the horrid memories and wishing to keep the pleasant ones. Teucer was running amok, shortly after the great Toy Salesman had left to do his job as Harbinger. Not wishing for any harm to befall someone else's child, you kept a close eye on Teucer, keeping him company as long as possible. Of course, Teucer wanted his brother, and so he gave chase after learning from another Fatui member where he could be located at. You gave chase, and was able to find him as he, to your horror and his excitement, was surrounded by Ruin Guards.

"Look!! Its Mr. Cyclops!" Teucer turned to look at you with glee, and you rushed as fast as possible to try to reach him, but you were too far. "Teucer!" Hearing his brother and yourself shout, he turned back to joyfully show you both his beloved Mr. Cyclops. You summoned your power and teleported him out of the danger and switched with yourself. As the Ruin Guard all raised their arms, you turned to watch Childe grab hold of Teucer and held his face into his chest as he watched you in silent terror.

"{Name}!!!" You smiled at him, and said, "Keep him out of trouble for me would you?" The Ruin Guard all lowered their arms to smash your body, but you released all your power that flowed in your veins and was kept at bay until now. Spitting out blood, you looked up and remembered your friend's warning.

Your mortal body won't support your godly power, so I will need you to keep it away and I will grant you a Vision to fight with instead.

Gritting your teeth, you summoned your weapon and fought all the Ruin Guard. They were able to get fatal hits in, but you managed to destroy them. You could feel it now, your body was dying. Sighing, you glanced back at Childe as he was watching you amazed. Huffing, you nodded towards the ever so curious Teucer, whom was launching question after question, and the little Mr. Cyclops doll floated from him towards you. Teucer felt it leave, and immediately demanded to know what's going on. I won't let you make the same mistake, Childe. I shall leave you with a gift. Tell Teucer I had to leave for me?

Receiving the doll, you lifted your finger up to your lips in a gesture to keep it quiet, and Childe nodded. "Hey Teucer, {Name} needed your doll for something really quick. They will give it right back to you, they are just preparing a surprise." Chuckling, your focus went back to the doll. Although you weren't there, Teucer told you in complete excitement how they got the doll. Closing your eyes, you imagined the doll, and let your power flow towards it. After a couple seconds, runes surrounded the doll, brightly colored and in a completely different language than what was in Teyvat. After a little while, and much blood, your body ached and shortly screamed in agony. You added the finishing touches, and let flow of power stop.

You wiped the blood from your mouth, and tried to hide as much of the damage from yourself as possible. You wondered why you were going so far for this man and his family, but you didn't have much time. This was going to be his last favor.

"Hey Teucer, I have a surprise for you." Teucer turned around and ran towards you. Although a child, he still noticed your state. Your face was exhausted and your eyes weren't as bright. "What happened, {Name}? And where did all the Mr. Cyclops go?" Holding back a laugh, your bent down to meet Teucer's eye level, and handed him his doll.

"They had to leave, you see. They just wanted to let me know that they had a mission for me, and its super duper important. So I have to leave." Teucer pouted, and you glanced up at Childe to see him looking away from you with his hand over his face. You feel your power corrupting the mortal body, and knew you didn't have any more time. "They also wanted to let you know, that since they are taking me away, they had a little gift for you. Look." You set down the doll, and magically, it came to life. It waved at Teucer and ran towards him as he squealed in delight. "Teucer, I want you to promise me you will take care of him alright? Always keep him with you."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you so much! Look big brother!" Teucer immediately scooped up the upgraded doll and showed his brother. You look down to notice your body is slowly disappearing, so you get up and start to walk away. Arms suddenly circled your body, as Childe hugged your figure from behind.

"Thank you." Was all he could mutter before you disappeared in his arms.

Note: Ehh this ending feels bad to me, or at least doesn't feel right. Might come back to change it or maybe will give multiple endings?