#AND he's got one of his sons with him also. Who is also now in danger

[gf2bellamy]

Hi i was wondering if you could write a fic where bau!reader is cheering spencer on at his baseball game?

softball — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: mention of a guy throwing sort of rude remarks at spence ( just like in the scene ) a/n: i rewatched the scene to write this and omg i forgot how silly it is i love them all so bad theyre literally family ( also i miss blake ) i had so much fun writing this i hope you like it !! <3 ( also i literally know nothing about softball so if anything is wrong i'm vv sorry </3 )

The warm afternoon sun bathed the softball field in golden light. You walked beside the bleachers, your sneakers crunching against the gravel path, with JJ at your side. Her son Henry skipped ahead, his tiny hand clutching hers, his excitement obvious as he pointed at the players warming up on the field.

Ahead, Spencer stood by the chain- link fence, deep in conversation with Derek, who was already dressed in his baseball uniform, adjusting his grip on his glove.

Spencer, in contrast, looked hesitant and nervous.

His eyes darted toward the field, where players were tossing balls and stretching, and you could see the uncertainty written all over his face.

“Hey!” JJ called, drawing their attention. 

Spencer turned, his brows furrowing slightly before his expression shifted into surprise. Practically the entire BAU team was gathered behind you—Hotch, Rossi, Garcia, Alex and even little Jack standing beside Henry. 

“What are you all doing here?” Spencer asked, his voice laced with disbelief. His eyes flickered over each of you.

You stepped forward, grinning up at him as you held out a black cap. “Came to support you, of course.” 

He turned it over in his hands, examining it, before slowly placing it on his head. The cap sat awkwardly over his curls at first, but he adjusted it carefully, pulling it down until it fit snugly.

“There,” you said, tilting your head as you studied him, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Now you look the part.”

Spencer huffed out a small, amused breath but didn’t argue. 

Ten minutes later, the game was in full swing. Derek was already at bat, sending the ball flying across the field with a powerful hit. The crowd erupted in cheers as he sprinted toward first base.

You clapped from your seat on the bleachers, sharing an excited glance with JJ. 

You watched as he stepped up to the plate, his movements hesitant as he selected a bat from the rack. He gripped it tightly, his knuckles whitening as he took his position. His stance was awkward, his feet too close together, and he shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other.

Just before the pitcher threw the ball, Spencer turned his head, searching for something—someone. 

His eyes found you. 

You gave him an encouraging look, your lips curving into a soft, reassuring smile as you nodded.

Spencer swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tightened his grip on the bat. He squared his shoulders as he turned back toward the pitcher.

The opposing player wound up and threw the ball.

Spencer swung—and missed. 

You bit your lip, fingers curling around the edge of the bleacher.

It was okay. He just needed to get a feel for it. 

The second pitch came. Spencer adjusted his grip, focused his gaze, and swung. 

Missed again. 

The sound of the bat slicing through empty air was met with a few sympathetic murmurs from the crowd.

You exhaled softly through your nose, feeling a twinge of nervousness for him. You could see the frustration creeping into his posture, the way his shoulders tensed and his jaw tightened.

Rossi, stood up from the bleachers as he clapped his hands together. “It’s all right, kid. You got this. Just keep your eye on the ball.” 

Spencer rolled his shoulders before repositioning himself. The third pitch came. He swung—and missed once more. 

A sharp whistle blew, signaling the end of his turn. Spencer sighed, pushing his hair back under the cap as he stepped away from the plate. 

Time passed, and the game continued. The team erupted in cheers when Derek hit a line drive into the outfield, sprinting around the bases with that signature confidence of his.

You clapped along with everyone else, letting out a light laugh when he slid into home base, grinning like he owned the field. 

Your attention drifted back to Spencer. He stood off to the side, a bat in his hand, tossing it lightly into the air as if trying to distract himself.

Except, instead of landing smoothly in his grip, it fumbled and hit the dirt with a dull thud.

You had to bite your cheek to suppress a laugh, not wanting to embarrass him further. He bent down quickly, picking it up like nothing had happened, his cheeks tinged with pink as he went back into position.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. There was something so endearing about Spencer Reid—genius, FBI profiler, and yet utterly out of his element on a softball field.

You stood up from the bleachers, brushing off your jeans as you made your way over to the chain-link fence that separated the stands from the field. Leaning against it, you called out to him, your voice light and teasing.

“Need a hand with that bat, or are you just practicing your juggling skills?”

Spencer’s head snapped up, his eyes widening slightly as he realized you were watching him. He straightened, brushing a stray curl out of his face as he walked closer to the fence, the bat dangling loosely in his hand.

“I, uh, didn’t realize anyone was paying attention,” he admitted, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

“Oh, I’m paying attention,” you said with a grin, resting your arms on the top of the fence. “And I have to say, your juggling could use a little work. Maybe stick to profiling for now.”

He let out a small, self-conscious laugh, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before meeting yours again. “I’m not exactly cut out for this,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the field. “I mean, I can calculate the trajectory of a ball in my head, but actually hitting it? That’s a whole different story.”

You tilted your head, your smile softening. “Hey, you’re doing better than you think. It’s just a game, Spencer.”

He glanced over at Derek, who was currently showing off with a series of exaggerated practice swings, much to the amusement of the rest of the team. “Yeah, well, Morgan makes it look easy,” Spencer muttered.

“Derek’s had years of practice,” you pointed out. “You’re just starting. Cut yourself some slack.”

Spencer sighed, leaning against the fence on his side so that you were face to face, only the metal links separating you.

Your heart softened. “You don’t have to be good at everything, Spencer. It'’s okay to just have fun.”

He looked at you for a long moment, his brown eyes searching yours as if trying to find some kind of reassurance. Finally, he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Fun, huh? I guess I can try that.”

“That’s the spirit,” you said, reaching through the fence to give his arm a playful nudge. “And hey, if nothing else, you’ve got the best cheering section here. We’re all rooting for you.”

Spencer’s smile widened, and for the first time since the game started, he looked genuinely relaxed. “Thanks,” he said, his voice warm. “That… means a lot.”

Just then, Derek’s voice boomed across the field. “Reid! You’re up again! Stop flirting and get over here!”

Spencer’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and he quickly straightened, adjusting his cap. “I, uh, should probably go,” he said, glancing back at you.

You laughed, waving him off. “Go on. Show them what you’ve got.”

Smiling you went back to your seat. When he stepped up to bat, he glanced over at you one more time, and you gave him an exaggerated thumbs-up, earning a small chuckle from him.

JJ, Penelope, and Alex all exchanged knowing glances. 

When Spencer turned his back to get into position, you caught them looking and furrowed your brows. “What?” 

JJ smirked, leaning in slightly. “Oh, nothing.” 

“Absolutely nothing at all,” Penelope added, eyes twinkling. 

Alex just shook her head, biting back a small, amused smile. 

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth blooming in your chest was undeniable. 

And when Spencer stepped up to bat once more, he stole one last glance at you before squaring his stance. His eyes lingered for just a moment, and you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

But then, from the opposing team’s dugout, someone called out, “This guy can’t hit.”

You frowned, your expression twisting in annoyance.

That was unnecessary.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one who noticed. 

Derek, standing near home plate, lifted a hand and called for a time-out. He turned on his heel and strode toward Spencer, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he leaned in to say something. 

You let out a small breath of relief. 

Rossi, seated just below you on the bleachers, leaned back slightly and smirked. “Shoot him another one of your good luck smiles. Maybe he won’t miss this time.” 

Your eyes narrowed, heat creeping up your neck. “Funny,” you muttered, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep yourself composed. 

Rossi chuckled, clearly enjoying himself, and the rest of the team exchanged knowing glances. 

Derek finally walked back to his position, and Spencer turned around once more—his eyes searching for you almost instinctively. You met his gaze, and despite the slight nervousness still lingering in his stance, you smiled at him, giving him an encouraging nod. 

“There you go,” Rossi muttered under his breath, and you shot him a glare, though it held no real heat. 

You ignored him, keeping your eyes on Spencer as he adjusted his grip on the bat, exhaled, and squared his stance once more. 

The pitcher wound up. 

The ball came flying toward him. 

Spencer swung. 

And missed. 

You bit your lip, fingers curling slightly as you watched him adjust.

The second pitch came. 

Another miss. 

You swallowed hard. You could tell he was getting in his own head. 

And then, just as the pitcher lined up for the third throw, that same player from earlier muttered loud enough for everyone to hear, “This guy’s got nothing.” 

Your head snapped toward him, irritation bubbling up in your chest. Oh, shut up, you thought, resisting the urge to march over there yourself. You shot the player a glare, but he didn’t seem to notice—or care.

Then, the third pitch came. 

For a split second, time seemed to slow. 

Spencer swung— 

Crack! 

The unmistakable sound of the bat making solid contact echoed across the field. 

The ball shot into the air, soaring far past the infield. 

For a second, Spencer just stood there, wide-eyed, almost as if he couldn’t believe it himself. He blinked at the bat in his hands, then at the ball still sailing through the air, as if trying to process what had just happened.

He didn’t move an inch. 

“Spencer, run!” 

Everyone was shouting now—Derek, Rossi, JJ, Penelope,Alex even Hotch. But it was your voice that seemed to snap him out of it. His head jerked in your direction, and when he saw you standing, hands cupped around your mouth as you cheered, something seemed to click. 

He ran. 

Derek was smacking his hands against his knees. “C’mon, kid, move it!” 

Spencer rounded first, then second. The outfielders were still scrambling to recover, and the team’s cheers only grew louder. 

By the time he made it to third, you could see the determination set on his face. His cap had slipped slightly, his curls bouncing with every stride, and his cheeks were flushed from the effort.

“Go, Spencer!” you yelled, clapping wildly. 

The second the opposing team threw the ball toward home plate, Spencer took one final, desperate sprint— 

And then slid. 

It wasn’t the smoothest slide, and judging by the way he grimaced as he skidded across the dirt, it definitely wasn’t something he had ever practiced before. But when the referee threw his arms out and called, “Safe!” the entire BAU team erupted. 

Derek was the first to reach him, pulling Spencer to his feet and clapping him on the back so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of him. “That’s what I’m talking about, kid!” he shouted, his grin wide and proud.

JJ and Penelope were cheering loudly, their voices carrying across the field, while Rossi let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. Even Hotch, who was usually so stoic, was cheering.

But your eyes were on Spencer. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath, but there was a look of pure triumph on his face.

His cap was crooked, his shirt was covered in dirt, and his hair was a complete mess, but he looked happier than you’d seen him in a long time.

When his eyes found yours, he smiled—a real, genuine smile that lit up his entire face. You grinned back at him, giving him a thumbs-up, and he shook his head, laughing softly as he adjusted his cap.

After a few moments, as the team’s cheers began to subside, Spencer finally managed to wiggle free from Derek’s grip, stepping away from the celebratory pit.

His teammates continued to pat him on the back, offering congratulations and words of encouragement, but Spencer’s attention was already drifting.

His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for you.

When he finally spotted you, his expression softened, and a small, almost shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

You walked up to him, your smile growing wider with every step.

Spencer was still slightly breathless, his chest rising and falling with adrenaline , but all he could focus on was you.

The noise of the cheering team, the occasional slap on his back from his teammates—it all faded into the background the moment your arms wrapped around his neck. 

His fingers instinctively tightened around your waist, his grip warm.

“You did great,” you said, your voice full of excitement, as you pulled back slightly, your smile so wide it felt like it could light up the entire field. 

Spencer’s lips parted slightly, his mind struggling to catch up with what was happening. You were so close.

He could see the way your cheeks were slightly flushed—whether from the excitement of the game or something else, he wasn’t sure. 

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

You nodded, smiling brightly. “Yeah.” 

His heart stuttered at the confirmation, at the way you were looking at him like he had genuinely impressed you.

It wasn’t often that Spencer Reid felt cool, but right now, standing here with you, he kind of did. 

The way you were looking at him, your arms still loosely draped around his neck, made him feel like he’d just accomplished something extraordinary—even if it was just a lucky hit in a casual softball game.

“See, pretty boy? Told you you had it in you,” Derek called, clapping him on the shoulder as he walked past, effectively snapping Spencer out of his daze. 

You giggled, finally stepping back, though Spencer hesitated before letting you go.

Garcia practically skipped over, phone in hand. “Oh, don’t mind me, just capturing all these adorable moments,” she teased, wiggling her fingers at her screen. 

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the warmth creeping up your neck. “Garcia…” 

“What? This is gold,” she argued, waving her phone. “The genius hits a home run, and his biggest fan is the first one to congratulate him? I live for this.” 

Spencer, still trying to recover from all of this, rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks burning.

You reached up, gently adjusting his cap.

Your fingers brushed against his forehead, and for a moment, Spencer froze, his breath catching as he looked down at you.

“There,” you said softly, smoothing the brim of the cap. “Now you look like a proper MVP.”

Spencer’s lips parted, but no words came out. He just stared at you, his mind racing as he tried to process the way your touch made him feel.

Rossi, who had been watching from the bleachers with an amused smirk, leaned toward Hotch and muttered, “I give it two months.”

Hotch merely sighed, shaking his head. “They’ll be the last to realize it.”

[nenoname]

Stan and Soos' sorta-Dad and Sonployee relationship

We of course have Soos assigning Stan as his father figure the moment he got hired

But Stan holds that moment dear too, with Soos becoming his main source of company after the Mystery Shack, his first big success, was starting to hit rock bottom. And he made sure to keep the screwdriver that led Soos to him for a decade which unfortunately gets stolen by a certain time traveler...

(Their meeting being a paradox of Soos' family leading him to them is super sweet too!)

Playing one game of catch with their dads still was a dream for both of them, even when it was clear that it'll never happen, even when Soos knows that the Pines are his family and he shouldn't care about that biological deadbeat, even when Filbrick threw Stan away like trash.

But both of them end up finding closure with each other anyway.

Along with Stan likely teaching him how to fix golf carts (to the point that Soos is pretty skilled at it now), he also taught him boxing and tried to do something about his birthday, which is another sore spot for the both of them.

In the Sooscast, we have Stan continuing with the podcast despite learning this horrifying truth/not understanding what the hell is going on.

Noticeably, we see that Stan is a lot more lenient on Soos in comparison to Dipper, mostly because Stan doesn't project most of his issues onto him. (Not that he's immune from chores or shitty tasks but that's the burden of being a sonployee...)

And in NWHS, Stan trusts him to guard the lab with no questions asked (even if that ended up being foiled by Soos loving Mabel and Dipper too)

The comic story is Soos helping Stan regain and continue one of his childhood dreams, with the website having Stan continuing to draw on the Stan o' War.

And while unfortunately most of their father-son relationship content is at the end or after the series, Alex still said a lot about them in the commentary and interviews!

Before they met, Soos was someone who appeared to only really have his Abuelita and cousin, while Stan had.... a baby goat. And a disappearing frilly lizard.

We have Stan claiming that the reason why he never had children was because of his own dad and that money is basically his child (which just loops around back to his money obsession being his desire to get back his family)

But even still, he passes down the Shack and fez to Soos with barely any pause, the fez in particular being tied up with a lot of complex emotions. But Soos getting his own suit fitted just for him and not being pressured to wear a girdle to hide his weight kinda symbolizes to me that the role of Mr Mystery is now free from that baggage.

And whenever we'd end up getting Stan o' War stories, I'm sure the two of them are gonna get way more father-son moments

(Filbrick's impact on Stan post, Stan projecting on Dipper post)

[aledethanlast]

Why do you think Mathilda is hiding Jeremy's papers 🤔

Short answer: because Jeremy is the only one of her kids who will piss on her if she were on fire, and she knows it.

Long answer: because Mathilda consistently, across every family story, makes shit decisions that feed into her own wants in the short and mid term, even as they make everyone else miserable.

Trent Knox told her from the outset of their relationship that he would not make any concessions in his career for their family, and she still chose to have 5 kids by him before she left.

We don't know much about the transitory period when Knox became Wilshire, but we can only assume that the sudden political connection is when the now-Wilshires became image-obsessed to the point of using their entire neighborhood as a spy network, not to mention Warren's brazen leveraging of his family's influence in law enforcement.

Bryson is selling Jeremy prescription drugs and then cocaine, but it's a higher priority to pay off his boyfriend to go away. Noah's mental state turns bad, then worse, but Mathilda won't bother with the subject past blaming Jeremy for setting a poor example.

Then it blows up. Because of fucking course it's going to blow up. But Mathilda is a rich woman with a rich husband, and they've got one answer for everything: throw money at it until it goes away. They bury Dexter, they bury the drugs, they bury the police reports, they bury Jeremy's addiction.

But there is no amount of money that makes Joshua, her youngest living son, be willing to stay in the same house as the rest of them, and has to be sent to live with his grandfather in DC. And I think that's what makes her panic and tighten her hold so much on the rest of them.

Annalise is "allowed" to live alone in her mid-twenties, and Bryson gets to go to college across the country, but Jeremy has described them as emotionally checked out since he was in high school. Two books in, we have yet to hear either of them say something kind. They are here because complying is marginally easier than fighting.

Jeremy is the last one still truly in the house, the last one Mathilda can exercise complete control over, and the last one willing to tell her how much it hurts him.

She knows what she's doing. She knows that if Jeremy had any choice in the matter he would get as far away from her as he possibly could and never, ever come back. But he is also the last of her children who hasn't yet given up on seeing her as a loving mother.

This is why she hides every document he needs to get away from her. Why she tightens her grip even when she can see his face turning blue. Mathilda can't accept that her children hate her, and will justify any abuse to keep hold of the last one willing to look her in the eye and say he loves her, even if it breaks him.

[bitter-me]

Hello! could you do Asaba Harumasa with A Loid Forger!Male!Reader who is his Fiancé? (For real not for a misson) And could you do like some general headcanons of it please?

Spy X Executive Officer

Harumasa Asaba | M. Reader as Loid Forger [SpyXFamily]

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"You gotta be careful. Because there's someone else back home who'd be heartbroken if anything happened to you."

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General Headcanons

First of all, the moment you two met Harumasa knew you are a spy. Come on now, he's responsible for Section 6's reconnaissance for a reason. In the main story he literally recognized the mercs are closing in on them by their shooting pattern alone. Are you kidding me.

Secrets out and from then on he'll rub it in your face that the Twilight was caught by an Executive Officer and through this process of endless teasing and "accidental meet ups" you two gotten quite close.

Yet despite making teasing the absolute daylight out of you his main mission. Harumasa would always comes to you for help with some missions of his. Come on! He has Twilight on speed dial! What kind of person would he be if he didn't abused use this power? The amount of times you have to pretend to be him for a meeting... too much to even bother counting..

Harumasa seems to have developed a habit since you two got together. One of which is how he looks like a wounded animal whenever you have to "be in a relationship" with someone. He's joking of course. But always seem to jump at the chance whenever Harumasa saw it.

But then again.. you're also using him for your own work as well. HAND has a lot of useful information and Departments. Having an insider on speed dial just make things ten times easier. In short both of you are using each other.. until it became something more as you two craves more with each interactions.

"You're cheating on me! I know I don't have much time, yet you--" "Darling, I am not seeing someone behind your back, it was a mission. We have this conversation before."

Endless teasing. Just endless.

By the way, are you a cat person? Well it doesn't matter you are a cat person now. Say hello to your son/daughter. Harumasa canonically has a cat, so..

Would jokingly as you to teach him some espionage with the excuse that it'll help him be a "more outstanding scout." You didn't, of course. Espionage is your thing. As if you'll let him steal your thunder like that.

Oh no. Harumasa isn't in the office again. He must have taken a sick leave. But how could he get another one? What? He has a doctor's note?

Yes, he would probably, maybe, say "please" a lot, just to get you to write him a doctor's note. Hey! Not his fault that your public image is a Psychiatrist! That just makes your notes 100% legal! And you are this awesome boyfriend of his right? So.. please~ he promise to give you kisses if you do write it~

Although Harumasa seems to know he can't use this trick a lot and uses it sparingly.

The proposal? It's the grenade proposal. I'm sorry but it's cute and it kinda fits ZZZ's world building. Both of you are running from the Ethereals and have gotten cornered. What a bad day it was. You were just about to propose when Harumasa got a call for a mission, since you don't want to waste any time. You decided to help your lover so that you can finally propose when all of these are done. But no, the universe hates you and decided to do this instead and damnit! You lost the ring! Cornered with nowhere else to go you spotted a grenade not to far away. Acting out of instincts you took it, pulling the pin and saying your vow as you put the "ring" on Harumasa's finger.

He ruthlessly tease you about the proposal though. Saying something like "Took you long enough. And here I thought I would die first before knowing the feeling of a ring on my finger." and, "A grenade pin? Seriously? How come those men and women you "marry" for a mission gets an actual ring while I--you're actual lover--only have this? I'm hurt!"

In the end you did get him an actual ring. As he deserved.

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Despite usually being seen slacking off. Harumasa works hard on his missions. After all, there's a reason as to why he's a member of Section 6. Naturally.

Yet he's not invincible. Harumasa knows that better than anyone else. Which is why he is now lying in the hospital bed with a sore throat and a heavy chest. It felt as if he were to somehow lie in a wrong way he'll start coughing out a lung. But he doesn't have to worry. He has [Name}. And that man would go full on doctor on him in a heartbeat.

"You're an idiot sometimes." [Name] sighs, sitting on the chair by his lover's bedside. He can't believe Harumasa had willingly injected that thing. Onto him like that. Sure, he understands. Harumasa can't let that thing exist in the world. But seriously?! Did he even think for one second what could have happened to himself if he weren't this lucky?! What if it's a one time thing?!

"You idiot." He whispers underneath his breath.

Harumasa really has to be careful.. because there's someone else back home who'd be heartbroken if anything happened to him.. and that person, is him. [Name] Forger.

For all of his time as a spy. No one had ever made him feel so.. complete. The thought of settling down never crossed his mind. But with Harumasa.. he might just consider it. But..

How is he supposed to settle when the one he loves is constantly on death's door?

[Name] snapped out of his thoughts the moment he registered the warm feeling on his hand. Harumasa's on top of his. Turning his head towards him, [Name] saw Harumasa giving him a reassuring smile. "I know.. but I'm your idiot."

"Don't worry too much. I'm not going anywhere. After all, no one cares more about my life than me."

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Goku + Vegeta when their spouse is away on a work trip headcanons

warnings: established relationship, husband/wife, fem!reader is taking Chi-Chi and Bulma's place as the Saiyan’s significant other in each separate, respective scenario.

If this does make you feel comfortable, please hit the back 'button' on your phone or laptop and do not leave any mean comments. This blog is a safe space for everyone to share their thoughts and enjoy fics.

Special thanks to @actuallysaiyan for being my beta-reader and cheerleader, this piece wouldn’t have been possible without her.

I would love to hear feedback on these types of scenarios for Dragonball/Dragonball Z and if I should continue them or what I should try writing next~!

divider by @cafekitsune

Son Goku

Goku would definitely be excited to have the house all to himself for an entire week because that meant he got to spend more time training to get stronger! Your sons would also be home while you’re gone on this business trip, so that’s a bonus right there!

As much as he loves to fight, he would like to make up for the time he had missed seeing Gohan grow up and get to know Goten more. Goku wouldn’t exactly be called the best father, but he had been putting in the effort after the Old Kai had given him another chance at life. He had an inkling just how hard you worked at your job to provide for the family from Gohan, but once you were out of the door? Totally different story.

Goku only knows how to cook simple meals, but he would wait until almost all the food you had meticulously prepared for your departure was almost gone. At least before he walked in the door one evening after a grueling session with Vegeta and he saw Gohan cooking in the kitchen with Goten clinging to his side. Not just what you would you normally eat, but the portions you always dished out that would fill him and the boys up.

Turns out that after he had died and his oldest son defeated Cell, you had developed a new routine in his absence: You would be up first thing in the morning, followed by Gohan, who had early morning classes. He would take care of making lunches while you did breakfast, then wake up Goten. Gohan would fly with Goten to West City to go to school, and you would leave for work. If you left work on time, then you’d come straight home and start cooking dinner. If you had to work a few extra hours, then Gohan would be in charge of the kitchen. Goten would help with setting the table, since he was still too young to do any cooking or handle sharp objects.

Once dinner was served and finished, you would clean up the kitchen while Gohan helped his little brother with homework or getting him ready for bed. Afterwards you would read Goten a bedtime story, then it was lights out for everyone until the next day arrived. Gohan would be an exception to the rule if he wanted to put in a few extra hours of studying.

This routine taught the boys not only how to do chores on their own, but also to be a little more independent. It was actually Piccolo’s idea; the Namekian had helped you with looking after them when they were younger on days when you would be stuck at the office longer than expected when Bulma couldn’t. She already had her hands full as the new president of Capsule Corp and being a mother herself.

You were more than happy to compensate for Piccolo’s time with jugs of high-quality water or a meal. It was no surprise that he became a father-figure to Goten as he had been to Gohan.

Hearing all of this from his oldest son stunned and made Goku’s chest swell with happiness and pride. He had sacrificed himself to save the world from Cell, but it wasn’t until after he arrived in the Other World that he realized he had left you all alone. It couldn’t have been easy, especially after Goten was born, but you all did it. He was very proud of you, and he wished you were here now so he could show you just how much he appreciated you.

But you weren’t here. You wouldn’t be back for another six days. Maybe that’s why it felt sort of lonely to go to sleep that night, noticing how cold your side of the bed was.

By the third or fourth day Goku will be whiny, constantly annoying Vegeta during their training sessions on how much he misses you and wants you to come soon so he could eat your cooking or worse, complains why you had to leave for this trip when you could have stayed home before the Saiyan Prince points out how many times he has left his family alone before promptly kicking Goku out of the gravity room.

On the fifth day, he was more than ready to fly wherever you were and bring you home. Unfortunately, the reason you had suddenly called the house right after dinner was because you wouldn’t be coming home like you had planned. Something unexpected happened with a major project at the office, and the higher-ups put you in charge of damage control. Right now you were looking for another day, maybe two days? You promised to keep him or Gohan updated, but Goku was not happy with the news.

He knows your job is important, but what about your family? Nope. You have already worked enough, someone else can handle the problem! You were coming home in two days, no ifs or buts.

You had better be prepared to get the shock of your life if you decide otherwise, because Goku will use Instant Transmission to be wherever you are and suffocate you with bone-crushing hugs and wet kisses. Don’t worry about the kids, he called Piccolo to watch them until the two of you got back.

Now, please give him some attention~.

Vegeta

Vegeta is an arrogant and stubborn-ass Saiyan, even if everyone else says he’s definitely calmed down a lot after getting married and having Trunks. This guy will never admit how much you have changed his life for the better.

Like Goku, he would be delighted to hear that you are leaving for a weeklong work trip; to him, this means he has more time to focus on getting stronger than being forced to sit with you after dinner to watch a show you liked and cuddle for a bit in bed before it’s lights out. It was also an excellent opportunity to get Trunks in the gravity room. He will not tolerate the idea of Kakarot’s younger son being more powerful than his heir apparent.

He would definitely rely on either the meals you prepared ahead of time because he cannot cook or takeout with the emergency black card you’ve left for them on the counter to use while you are gone. Vegeta is a hazard in the kitchen unless it’s warming up something on the stove and microwave.

Although he is technically a stay-at-home dad, Vegeta would quickly realize just how much you do around the house. Regardless of the extra hours you put in at the office, you had always made sure everything was spotless, there was plenty of food on the table, and spent time with him and Trunks. Vacation days? Used only to take four day family trips together or if you were sick.

On the third day, he wouldn’t spend it training from morning to late afternoon in the gravity room or spar with Kakarot. Instead, he scrubs the house from top to bottom once he’s dropped Trunks off at school; washing the dishes in the sink, throwing out expired foodstuff, and decimating the dust bunnies with the vacuum. Once the last load of laundry is done, he rushes to get his son.

He would make Trunks clean his own room. If it was dirty or didn’t meet his expectations of cleanliness? Extra thirty minutes of training or doing one hundred push-ups would serve as his son’s punishment. He did not raise a lazy son, thank you.

He would be more moody than usual in your absence and not realize until Yamcha or another Z-Fighter pointed it out at a surprise cookout at Capsule Corp held on the fourth day. Vegeta would scowl silently and not say anything, even if he took up Mrs. Brief’s offer to take home any leftovers.

As much as he wanted to use the new Instant Transmission technique and bring you home immediately, his pride prevents from doing so. He is the Prince of Saiyans. He is not a weakling to where he cannot handle you being gone for an entire week.

(He does not take it well when you call him on the day before you are supposed to be back that you need to stay for another day to work on a report for the higher-ups. Trunks had to remind him to breathe and loosen his grip on the phone or he’d break the damned thing)

Expect Vegeta to act like a grumpy and super clingy cat as soon as you walk in the door. He will literally follow you into the bathroom because he does not want to be left alone like that again. Do not even think about denying Vegeta the opportunity to take a bath or shower with him because he will have a hissy fit.

Trunks will have to wait to cuddle with his mother. A prince’s needs come first after all~. 

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[estcaligo]

Sebeshka's kids sketches + some lore yay

Not adding names yet, but they have them. I only added the names of two Crocodile-Guardians of the Zigvolt Household - Boyar and Kathos (might change later)

The oldest is Sebek's pride. He follows his father's steps and is already getting ready to be a royal guard.

Grumpy lol (bro is only 13 but already soo mad ah)

He acts kinda cocky sometimes because he was the first child LORD MALLEUS blessed (yes Malleus be blessing all their kids, imagine how happy Sebek is omg).

And when Malleus first blessed the boy, he didn't control his "blessing power" so it came out super strong.

Basically, now the boy has lots of strength and magic AND DRAGON BLESSING.

Also, his hair has the unique "laurel wreath", which is considered a sign that he will be a great warrior.

I mean, he has all the right to act cocky.

Will sometimes go "I'm the Son of the General" at other kids who disrespect him (which are few, because he initiates a fight and most of the time wins).

The second son is a funny guy. Unlike the oldest, he isn't interested in guard duty much, mostly because he was born with INSANE electrical powers. It has to do with the way... he was conceived.......

And because of that, mother now has a lightning scar wow. It's a funny story actually.

Anyway he is interested in electronics and wants to visit Isle of Woe to meet tech genius Idia Shroud :)

He respects Malleus but only because he thinks he is SOO COOL!!

Which makes Sebek a little mad - he would love the boy to respect Malleus fully.

He also likes Thorn Witch because she is SOO COOL!!!

He also likes and owns a lot of Thorn Witch merch

"Gotta go fast"

Mama's boy (mostly because he feels guilty that, because of him, mama got a scar) :(

The youngest one is heavenly beautiful - she got Sebek's mint hair and his wife's salmon-pink eyes - and everyone thought that she would be a gentle lady and the most desired maiden to court, but she has only a huge interest in crocodiles (Boyar and Kathos have been really close with her since birth) and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

Wants to be a crocodile researcher etc, so interested in vet medicine.

Really likes uncle Silver, but thinks "he is too soft". Uncle Silver wanted to introduce her to his animal friends when he learnt she likes animals, but she got a little bored with bunnies and squirrels.

Such a sweet girl, really!

[clytemnestradidnothingwrong]

I've got thoughts on this article that I'm going to share whether anyone likes it or not.

"When my first son claimed he was trans, I eagerly ‘affirmed’ him. When his three-year-old brother decided he wanted to be trans, too, I realized I’d made a terrible mistake."

Gay and "transgender" are opposing concepts, and this is one of the many things that prove it. When a sibling comes out a gay, you don't usually have another sibling following.

"My friends and I felt like we were the cool kids, on the vanguard of the revolutionary wave that would change the world. We were going to achieve what people in that milieu call “collective liberation.”

I used to think this was admirable and that people like this were just misled, but the more I gain exposure to these types, the more I think no, they're not really that well intentioned. A lot of this modern "social justice activism" just seems to be unearned hero complexes. Are you really so self-absorbed that you think asking people to say pronouns is truly going to save the world?

"Having children and experiencing the love and devotion I felt toward them, was a game changer for me. I began to experience internal tensions. My thinking was split between what I felt instinctively as a mother; and what I “should” be feeling and doing as a white anti-racist social-justice parent."

As much as SJW types annoy me, I do think it's a real shame that "social justice" has just become another sniff-your-own-farts movement instead of I-actually-care-about-other-people movement. Just feeds into my theory that humans by nature are not good. I'm also sick of everyone asking us to repress our instincts in favor of embracing whatever narrative is trendy.

"Because I’d felt victimized by my parents’ rejection of my sexuality, I wanted to make sure to honor my own children’s “authentic” selves. In particular, I was primed to look for any clues that might suggest they could be transgender."

This is what everyone's doing now, and it's disturbing. Fake woke parents like this who immerse themselves in faux social justice are convinced "trans" people are the world's most oppressed group, and are thus constantly on the alert for any signs of being "trans". If "trans" people hadn't killed the feminist movement and gay rights community, these kids would just be allowed to be themselves. Especially because a lot of traits that everyone believes now means "transgender" actually mean gay. Whether they realize it or not (and tbh I think many do deep down), these pretend liberals have primed everyone to sniff out signs of homosexuality so that modern medicine can "fix" it through "gender affirming care".

"My spouse and I raised our sons with gender-neutral clothes, toys, and language. While we used he/him pronouns, and others called them boys, we did not call them boys, or even tell them that they were boys. In our everyday reading of books or descriptions of people in our lives, we did not say “man” or “woman”; we said “people.” We thought we were doing the right thing, both for them and for the world."

My coworker does this. She has a son and she calls him "he", but she won't ever refer to him as her son or as a boy. People have deluded themselves into thinking this does something good, but all it does is make it harder to acknowledge reality.

"Even when our first son was still young, he already struck us as different from other boys—being both extremely gifted and unusually sensitive. By age three or so, he started to orient more toward the females in his life than the males. “I like the mamas,” he would say. We started to attribute some of this difference to the possibility that he was transgender."

To me, this reveals the inherent misogyny of trans activists. The idea that a boy can't prefer being around girls instead of others boys is misogyny.

"Instead of orienting him toward the reality of his biological sex by telling him he was a boy, we wanted him to tell us if he felt he was a boy or a girl. As true believers, we thought that we should “follow his lead” to determine his true identity."

"Trans" kids are like vegan cats - they are made, not born.

"At the same time, I was taking a deep dive into the field of attachment and child development. This made me understand that attachment is hierarchical; and that parents, not children, are meant to be in the lead. This obviously conflicted with my insistence on letting my child decide his gender. Sadly, it was the latter impulse that won the day."

You would think anyone who is familiar with child psychology at all would understand the child should never lead, but that would be underestimating the power of group think.

"I told him, “When babies are born with a penis, they are called boys, and when babies are born with a vagina, they are called girls. But some babies who are born with a penis can be girls, and some babies born with a vagina can be boys. It all depends on what you feel deep inside."

Every time I hear or see this "what matters is how you feel!" bullshit, I wonder what less individualistic cultures think when they read it. Because when you take a step back and look at it objectively, it comes off as incredibly self-centered.

"He continued to ask me what he was, and I continued to repeat these lines. I’d resolved my inner conflict by “leading” my son with this framework. Or so I told myself."

Rationalizing the irrational. If she had taken a step back, maybe she would've realized she only made him more confused, which is what leaves children vulnerable to the abuse that is "gender affirming care".

"His question, and my response to it, would come back to haunt me. In fact, I remain haunted to this day. To the extent I was “leading” my son anywhere, it was down a path of lies—an on-ramp to psychological damage and irreversible medical interventions. All in the name of love, acceptance, and liberation."

Again, I'm beyond disgusted about how twisted the "progressive" movement became. I'm disgusted by how ALL well intentioned movements so quickly descend into something evil.

"On the way home that night, I resolved to put all my own feelings away and support my transgender child. And that is what I did."

A "trans" kid of your own making.

"We told him he could be a girl. He jumped up and down on the bed, happily saying, “I’m a girl, I’m a girl!” We—not our son—initiated changing his name."

I wonder if you (or any trans activist) ever considered that maybe he was so excited to be a "girl" because you told him he could be after he spent years asking you what he was.

"We socially transitioned him and enforced this transition with his younger brother, who was then only two years old and could barely pronounce his older brother’s real name."

That's pretty fucked up that you tried to force this crap on a 2 year old, actually.

"When I look back at this, it is almost too much to write about. How could a mother do this to her child? To her children?"

I ask myself this every time I see a mother "transition" her child. The answer is almost always CLOUT.

"Once we made this decision, we received resounding praise and affirmation from most of our peers."

See?

"One of my friends, who’d also socially transitioned her young child, assured me that this was a healthy, neutral way to allow children to “explore” their gender identity before puberty, when decisions would have to be made about puberty blockers and hormones."

From an outside-of-the-cult standpoint, this makes no sense. He's not exploring anything. You've locked him in.

"We sought out support groups for parents of transgender children, so that we could find out if we’d done the “right thing.” It hadn’t escaped my notice that our son hadn’t exhibited any signs of actual gender dysphoria. Was he actually transgender?"

No. Nobody is.

"At these support groups, we were told, again, what good parents we were."

There's that clout as a reward again.

"We were also told that kids on the autism spectrum (which our son likely is) are gender savants who simply know they are transgender earlier than other kids."

Well, this explains how they justify butchering autistic children. Talk about rebooting the Indigo Child.

"At one of the support groups we attended, we were also told that transgender identity takes a few years to develop in children. The gender therapist running things told us that during this period, it’s important to protect the child’s transgender self-conception—which meant eliminating all contact with family or friends who didn’t support the idea that our son was a girl. I believed her."

This is such an INSANE thing to tell your clients, holy shit, that therapist should be FIRED.

"Looking back, I now see her comments in a shockingly different light: this was part of an intentional process of concretizing transgender identity in children who are much too young to know themselves in any definitive way. (One set of parents attending the group had a child who was just three years old.) When identity is “affirmed” in this manner, children will grow up believing they are actually the opposite sex."

Exactly. There's no "exploration of gender" or "finding yourself" at all. It's creating a "transgender" child out of thin air.

"The therapist endorsed the same approach that many adolescents use on their parents, who are urged to write letters to grandparents, aunts, and uncles to announce the child’s transgender identity. In these letters, the conditions of continued social engagement are made clear: Recipients must use the new name and new pronouns, and embrace the new identity, or they will be denied contact with the child."

Can someone who isn't in the trans cult explain to me how this ISN'T manipulative, borderline abuse?

"His claim to be a girl became more insistent when both brothers went to school part-time, because their program included pronoun sharing. Why could the older sibling be a “she” when the younger sibling couldn’t? Our younger son became more insistent, and we became more distressed."

He saw the attention and affection his brother was getting and wanted it for himself. That's it. That's the explanation.

"We made an appointment to see the gender therapist whom we’d met at the support group. We truly believed that she would be able to help us sort out who, if anyone, was actually transgender. To our shock, the therapist immediately began referring to our younger son as “she,” stating that whatever pronouns a young child wants to use are the pronouns that must be used."

Oh honey, their livelihood depends on transing people. They're never going to say "no, you're not trans".

"When I pushed back and asserted that I wasn’t yet convinced our younger son was in fact transgender, she told me that if I failed to change his pronouns and honor his newly announced identity, he could develop an attachment disorder."

Oh, I'd love to see the evidence for this claim, because it sounds like bullshit.

"For the next two years, my partner and I dug deeper, agonized, and then continued digging again. Everything we thought we knew or believed that had led us to socially transition our older son began to unravel."

Feels like leaving a cult, huh?

"In the days following my first conversation with him about going back to his birth name and pronouns, during which I told him that males cannot be females and that we were wrong to tell him he could choose to be a girl, he got very mad at me, then sad. Then, the next day, I felt my son rest. I felt him release a burden, an adult burden that he, as a child, was never meant to carry."

You'll never convince me there's such thing as a "transgender child". Only an abused child.

"Since that time, we’ve all been healing. My son is now happy and thriving. We’ve watched him come to a deeper peace with himself as a boy."

What these evil, greedy butchers don't tell you is that if you had never been exposed to the regressive concept of "transgender", this never would've happened, and these "trans" kids would've just grown up to be unique boys and girls. "Transgender" takes the innocence and health away from children, and I'll never forgive those demons for inventing it. Good for her for getting her and her family out of this cult.

"I feel like someone who’s escaped a cult—a cult whose belief system is supported by our mainstream culture, the Internet, and even the state."

Cults aren't just confined to small towns or ranches in the middle of nowhere.

"I fear for the future—the future of sensitive, feminine, socially awkward boys. I fear what the world will tell them about who they are."

The fact that gay and disabled kids are being led down this path of medical experimentation and lies absolutely disgusts me. You can call me mean, you can say I'm awful and hateful, but at the end of the day, I'm not the one telling people they were born wrong.

May this mother and her sons find peace.

By: Anonymous

Published: Oct 16, 2023

When my first son claimed he was trans, I eagerly ‘affirmed’ him. When his three-year-old brother decided he wanted to be trans, too, I realized I’d made a terrible mistake.

I was a social-justice organizer and facilitator before social justice took over the progressive world. I was at the nascent movement’s forefront, introducing the concept of intersectionality to organizations and asking people to share their pronouns.

My friends and I felt like we were the cool kids, on the vanguard of the revolutionary wave that would change the world. We were going to achieve what people in that milieu call “collective liberation.”

Within this context, I came out as a lesbian and identified as queer. I also fell in love, entered a committed relationship, and gave birth to a son. Two years later, my spouse gave birth to our second son.

Having children and experiencing the love and devotion I felt toward them, was a game changer for me. I began to experience internal tensions. My thinking was split between what I felt instinctively as a mother; and what I “should” be feeling and doing as a white anti-racist social-justice parent.

Because I’d felt victimized by my parents’ rejection of my sexuality, I wanted to make sure to honor my own children’s “authentic” selves. In particular, I was primed to look for any clues that might suggest they could be transgender.

My spouse and I raised our sons with gender-neutral clothes, toys, and language. While we used he/him pronouns, and others called them boys, we did not call them boys, or even tell them that they were boys.

In our everyday reading of books or descriptions of people in our lives, we did not say “man” or “woman”; we said “people.” We thought we were doing the right thing, both for them and for the world.

Even when our first son was still young, he already struck us as different from other boys—being both extremely gifted and unusually sensitive. By age three or so, he started to orient more toward the females in his life than the males. “I like the mamas,” he would say.

We started to attribute some of this difference to the possibility that he was transgender. Instead of orienting him toward the reality of his biological sex by telling him he was a boy, we wanted him to tell us if he felt he was a boy or a girl. As true believers, we thought that we should “follow his lead” to determine his true identity.

At the same time, I was taking a deep dive into the field of attachment and child development. This made me understand that attachment is hierarchical; and that parents, not children, are meant to be in the lead. This obviously conflicted with my insistence on letting my child decide his gender. Sadly, it was the latter impulse that won the day.

At around age four, my son began to ask me if he was a boy or a girl. I told him he could choose. I didn’t use those words—I imagined that I was taking a more sophisticated approach. I told him, “When babies are born with a penis, they are called boys, and when babies are born with a vagina, they are called girls. But some babies who are born with a penis can be girls, and some babies born with a vagina can be boys. It all depends on what you feel deep inside.”

He continued to ask me what he was, and I continued to repeat these lines. I’d resolved my inner conflict by “leading” my son with this framework. Or so I told myself.

His question, and my response to it, would come back to haunt me. In fact, I remain haunted to this day. To the extent I was “leading” my son anywhere, it was down a path of lies—an on-ramp to psychological damage and irreversible medical interventions. All in the name of love, acceptance, and liberation.

About six months later, he told my spouse that he was a girl and wanted to be called “sister” and “she/her.” I received a text message about this at work. On the way home that night, I resolved to put all my own feelings away and support my transgender child. And that is what I did.

We told him he could be a girl. He jumped up and down on the bed, happily saying, “I’m a girl, I’m a girl!” We—not our son—initiated changing his name. We socially transitioned him and enforced this transition with his younger brother, who was then only two years old and could barely pronounce his older brother’s real name.

When I look back at this, it is almost too much to write about. How could a mother do this to her child? To her children?

Once we made this decision, we received resounding praise and affirmation from most of our peers. One of my friends, who’d also socially transitioned her young child, assured me that this was a healthy, neutral way to allow children to “explore” their gender identity before puberty, when decisions would have to be made about puberty blockers and hormones.

We sought out support groups for parents of transgender children, so that we could find out if we’d done the “right thing.” It hadn’t escaped my notice that our son hadn’t exhibited any signs of actual gender dysphoria. Was he actually transgender?

At these support groups, we were told, again, what good parents we were. We were also told that kids on the autism spectrum (which our son likely is) are gender savants who simply know they are transgender earlier than other kids.

At one of the support groups we attended, we were also told that transgender identity takes a few years to develop in children. The gender therapist running things told us that during this period, it’s important to protect the child’s transgender self-conception—which meant eliminating all contact with family or friends who didn’t support the idea that our son was a girl. I believed her.

Looking back, I now see her comments in a shockingly different light: this was part of an intentional process of concretizing transgender identity in children who are much too young to know themselves in any definitive way. (One set of parents attending the group had a child who was just three years old.) When identity is “affirmed” in this manner, children will grow up believing they are actually the opposite sex.

The therapist endorsed the same approach that many adolescents use on their parents, who are urged to write letters to grandparents, aunts, and uncles to announce the child’s transgender identity. In these letters, the conditions of continued social engagement are made clear: Recipients must use the new name and new pronouns, and embrace the new identity, or they will be denied contact with the child.

After about a year of social transition for our older son, our younger son, who was by now only three years old, began to say he was a girl, too. This came as a complete shock to us. None of the things that made our older son “different” applied to our younger son. He was more of a stereotypical boy and didn’t show the same affinity for the feminine side of things that his older brother did.

The urge for “sameness” is a primal attachment drive in many family members. We felt that our younger son’s assertion of being a girl likely reflected his desire to be like his older sibling, in order to feel connected to him.

His claim to be a girl became more insistent when both brothers went to school part-time, because their program included pronoun sharing. Why could the older sibling be a “she” when the younger sibling couldn’t? Our younger son became more insistent, and we became more distressed.

We made an appointment to see the gender therapist whom we’d met at the support group. We truly believed that she would be able to help us sort out who, if anyone, was actually transgender.

To our shock, the therapist immediately began referring to our younger son as “she,” stating that whatever pronouns a young child wants to use are the pronouns that must be used.

She patronizingly assured us that it might take us more time to adjust, since parents have a hard time with this sort of thing. She added that it was transphobic to believe there was anything wrong with our younger son wanting to be like his older transgender sibling.

When I pushed back and asserted that I wasn’t yet convinced our younger son was in fact transgender, she told me that if I failed to change his pronouns and honor his newly announced identity, he could develop an attachment disorder.

We were unconvinced. But, again, we wanted to do what was right for our son and for the world. We decided to tell him he could be a girl. And that night at dinner, we told him that we would call him “she/her.”

Right after dinner, I went to play an imaginary game with him, and I wanted to be affirming. So I put a big, warm smile on my face and said, “Hi, my girl!”

At this, my younger son stopped, looked at me, and said, “No, mama. Don’t call me that.” His reaction pierced me to my core. I didn’t turn back after that.

For the next two years, my partner and I dug deeper, agonized, and then continued digging again. Everything we thought we knew or believed that had led us to socially transition our older son began to unravel.

I continued to study the attachment-based developmental approach to parenting and learned more about autism and hypersensitivity. We decided not to socially transition our younger son. Not only was he not transgender, we now realized, but our older son probably wasn’t either.

He was just a highly sensitive, likely autistic boy who saw a girl identity as a form of psychic protection. It also provided him a way of attaching to me through sameness.

My spouse and I decided that since we’d been the ones who’d led him down this path, we were the ones who needed to lead him off of it.

A year ago, just before our older son’s eighth birthday, we did just that. And while the initial change was hard—incredibly hard—the strongest emotion exhibited by our son turned out to be relief.

In the days following my first conversation with him about going back to his birth name and pronouns, during which I told him that males cannot be females and that we were wrong to tell him he could choose to be a girl, he got very mad at me, then sad. Then, the next day, I felt my son rest. I felt him release a burden, an adult burden that he, as a child, was never meant to carry.

Since that time, we’ve all been healing. My son is now happy and thriving. We’ve watched him come to a deeper peace with himself as a boy.  

Our younger son is also thriving. Once his older brother became his older brother again, he happily, and almost immediately, settled into his identity as a boy.

I feel like someone who’s escaped a cult—a cult whose belief system is supported by our mainstream culture, the Internet, and even the state.

I fear for the future—the future of sensitive, feminine, socially awkward boys. I fear what the world will tell them about who they are.

But no matter what the future holds, I will never ever stop fighting to protect my sons. I am no longer a true believer.

[tgmsunmontue]

You look like a bad idea... 1/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - based on this idea here. Bradley is not a naval aviator. Canon deaths (it starts at Ice's funeral). Addiction and alcoholism (and recovery) mentions.

PART ONE

                Jake watches the proceedings with a sense of polite disinterest. He didn’t know Admiral Kazansky personally, is here because it’s expected of him. He’d rather be flying, training, suspects he’s not the only one. They’re on a time crunch. However, he also knows that without Maverick there to push them that extra little bit then there likely not much point. So here they all are.

                The only thing that’s breaking up the boredom is watching the… son? of Admiral Kazansky. He’s an attractive man, looks at ease in his finely tailored suit and Jake wonders what his story is. He’s listed under children of Admiral Kazansky, but doesn’t have the same last name; then again neither did either of the daughters. Blended family is what Jake would put money on. A first marriage or child out of wedlock wasn’t mentioned in the eulogy at all, but he supposes that probably would have been bad taste.

                So Jake is enjoying watching him. He’s interesting to watch, accepting condolences from the brass and other funeral attendees. He seems to know most people here and again Jake wonders what his story is. Then the guy’s eyes fall on Phoenix and they light-up, a brief moment of sunshine in his otherwise sombre expression and Jake supposes it is his dad’s funeral.

                However, making a play for someone seems a little… crass. And if Trace is his type, then Jake definitely isn’t going to make a play. But holy shit. Trace is smiling back. Putting her plate down and just… He always knew Trace had balls, but watching her now, sauntering over to the guy like she… oh. Going in for a hug. Which he’s returning.

                Right.

                Okay then.

                So they clearly know each other, heads bent toward each other and talking quietly, now equally sad expressions on their faces. Then Trace is hugging Admiral Kazansky’s wife even harder. Rather than answering any of his questions it throws up a dozen more. The guy, Bradley, catches him watching and Jake simply nods his head in acknowledgement, not sure what else he can do. He lets his eyes slip away, makes small talk with some of the other squadron members, passes his condolences on to Maverick who grips him in a tight hug.

                Weird.

                Maverick gives each of the other Dagger Squadron members the same treatment and he’s not sure if that makes it more or less weird. Regardless, Trace is rejoining them, and Maverick has a few more words to say to her and they’re too quiet for Jake to hear, but she’s nodding and he’s even more intrigued now, and she accepts the hug from Maverick with more grace than the rest of them.

                “Phoenix…”

                “Hangman…”

                “You know the family?”

                The way her lips twist tells him she definitely does and is trying to figure out what to share with him. Jake waits, knows people love to fill silences and spill their secrets.

                “Sarah is my aunt. My mother’s sister.”

                “So… Admiral Kazansky was your uncle.”

                “Yes.”

                “I’m sorry for your loss…”

                She looks surprised at his words and Jake keeps his expression carefully blank, because do people really think he’s that much of an asshole he’d make light of someone dying? Or not care? Maybe he needs to dial down his attitude just a little. At least with the people he likes. Or can tolerate. He’s never been one to suffer fools, but hell, this is getting dire.

                “Thanks… he was…”

                “Sick. Yeah. Doesn’t make it any easier. All it does is give you time to say goodbye…” Jake says, and his jaw tenses, hopes like hell she doesn’t start asking if he’s got experience. Doesn’t want to ever answer those types of questions. “What’s his story? Your cousin, right? Bradley?”

                She glances to where he’s looking, where Bradley is standing talking to yet another Admiral, looking perfectly at ease. Jake supposes he probably grew up around them.

                “Don’t even think about it. He’s… I love him. But he’s a fucking mess in everything but his professional life. Just… stay away if you know what’s good for you.”

                Hmm.

                Hell.

                It’s like she doesn’t know him at all.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Cartoon eh???

Hehehehehe I wanna see Wukong's meeting a SpongeBob Y/N

I'm insane :')

IM READY!!!!!-SpongeBob Squarepants

(Lmk Wukong) You both would have the most childlike and wholesome relationship, to where everyone is jealous. You both are just big kids together getting into all kinds of shenanigans and giggling fits, you are just Wukong's ball of sunshine and being so cheerful to have around him. However Wukong would grow paranoid because of your less flattering traits to your personality, for example your cluelessness and Naivety that could potentially effect your judgment. Then you being accident prone also doesn't help especially when you ran with a sleep mask on and trip over a old chest, then finally your horrendous driving skills as you drive like a maniac and Wukong would literally see his immortal life flash before his eyes. Though dispite the cons of your relationship Wukong fell in love with you anyway, cause you remained him that with the dark their's the light.

(NR Wukong) He had met you a while ago at your job giving him a krabby patty and didn't mind flirting with a hot freckles lady, and you can be Chaotic and hyperactive as him as well. It's always fun with you and he never knows exactly what your gonna do next and it never gets old with him. Though here's the unfortunate part................OH MY GOD!!!! HE WOULD ALSO THINK YOUR TRYING TO KILL HIM WITH YOUR DRIVING!!!!!! SERIOUSLY!!!!!😵😱😰😨☠️ Wukong bike was being fixed by Li so the poor old bastard had to ask you to drive him places, that was the biggest mistake of his immortal life. The second he got in your car his life had flashed before his eyes, I mean you always got to where you need to go but now his fur is white and years of his life was shaved off.

(HIB Wukong) Great an extra child just great, but you would always tell him your just a kid at heart. Wukong would feel his eye twitching because of your everyday antics, especially when you seem to be as clueless and Naive as his son Luier is. However what made him gravitate towards you was how loyal and caring you are, not to mention selfless as you make sacrifices for him and his kids. you would get extremely scared for Wukong and the children, and how you would jump into action with your karate skills defend Luier and Silly Girl. Wukong also blushes and loves hearing you laugh as you teach the children to catch jellyfish, making sure they are safe and loved by you overall your an inqured taste but not a bad one.

(MKR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh noooooooo if your SpongeBob then he's your sqiudward, due to how jaded and grumpy personality. Even though you would drive him and everybody around you to the brink of madness, he feels that with you, life isn't so terrible. You know things can be bad, but you never let it get to you and would even try to share your sunshine side view with him at least to make him feel better. Wukong would be baffled by your behavior and personality because you seem to be the type to be positive about everything, and kind no matter who mistreats you not to mention accident prone. This made Wukong very protective of you as you even easier to trick than even the monk With that, but you remained loyal, kind, and respectful to you dear monkey king. Wukong appreciates you for everything you do for him even though he would never admit it.

(Netflix Wukong) To be honest with you, he didn't want you at all at first, but you quickly became something he needed. You were very annoying to him, and Wukong felt your stupidity can make everything worse for him. It's even more embarrassing and irritating when you don't seem to understand him. You would give him whatever support he needs joining him in fights which is when he learned you know something called karate apparently, the finally straw was when he went over his head and you had pulled him away from danger. Boi did Wukong spend hours lashing out and yelling at you as you stood and took it with a worried expression as hugged him. That's when he realized that he eyes were red and he was actually crying, you sticked with him even though he tried to push you away and get rid of you. You offered nothing but kindness and unconditional love, and care and he finally realized he loves you as much as well.

(BMW Wukong) Oh man he would be a god awful influence on you, especially to someone young, impressionable and basically innocent like you. Being with Wukong would tend to get you into alot of trouble, and with that you would try to be his moral compass, because your naive traits Wukong gets away with alot. However he didn't like being told what to do, but over time he didn't disappointing you either as you would give him sad eyes everytime. Wukong is extremely protective of you since your clueless and Naive to people trying to trick you, and with that quick to defend you from the threats and danger. Wukong loves you sure you were goofy as all hell, but he didn't mind having you being his moron.

(Destined one) You are the most selfless and loyal person the Destined one's ever met, and your determination to help him in his endeavors no matter what. You are relatively smart helping thr destined one make battle plans and making sure to make him lunches and dinner to help him in his journey. However being at the same time clueless the Destined one had to pull you out of danger a good few times, since your clueless at times and reckless considering not seeing the danger at times. Dispite that you would do anything for the Destined one and have no problem helping him and he loves you so much for that.

(Lotmk Wukong) Awww your like that little kid couple that people found in a kindergarten schoolyard. Your so happy-go-lucky and cheerful and Wukong immediately opened up to you, and you Quickly became friends. You both love to spend time together and enjoy playing games and catching jellyfish, Wukong does worry about your naive nature and being occasionally accident prone. However he's not a hypocrite because he got the wool pulled over his eyes too, not to mention how innocent and well meaning you are to everyone. With that knowledge of each other your both extremely protective of each other and battling enemies together, since you know karate and fought his enemies. The point is you both have each other's backs sharing the same selflessness, you have for each other and everybody around you.

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[da-janela-lateral]

Mob Psycho 100 + Saint Seiya... Saint Shigeo?

My current obsession and my childhood/first anime, what a thing! This is a very fun crossover to deal with, since the two series are so contradictory. What would happen if you used MP100 logic in a 80s battle shounen in which teenagers fight to death? Well. That would be chaotic at the least.

Now some fun character bios below : )

Andromeda Shigeo - More known by civillians by his nickname "Mob", he is a newly graduated Bronze Saint whose success puzzles others for two reasons: 1) he is a strict pacifist, and 2) his cosmo would easily compare to that of a Gold Saint. Trained by the cosmoless Arataka Reigen, he accepted his role as a Saint in order to find his little brother Ritsu, from whom he was separated years ago.

Cygnus Ritsu - Shigeo's little brother, who was deemed incapable of learning cosmos and so separated from him. While Shigeo trained in a faraway place, Ritsu spent all these troubled years in the orphanage they lived on, slowly getting more and more obsessed with getting to his sibling's level. However, when his cosmos manifests during Shigeo's stressful return, Ritsu is approached by the mysterious Phoenix Saint, who claims to be able to help him get the Cygnus Cloth.

Monoceros Teruki - An arrogant prodigy, Teruki got the Monoceros Cloth completely by himself and took advantage of his status as a cosmo user to force civillians to do as he pleased. What they don't know, though, is that Teruki was given up by his parents to the Sanctuary and has been pursued by them due to his rebellious behavior. His fight with Shigeo turns his worldview upside down, humilliated and abandoned by his own Cloth, which convinces Teruki to become Shigeo's rival and one of his biggest allies against the people who hunted him.

Leo Minor Shou - Enigmatic and too experienced to his age, Shou is a baffling presence amongst the ranks of the Sanctuary, seemingly being a common Bronze Saint while also having the respect of Gold Saints. Despite being initially antagonistic, Shou's plan has to gather allies to destroy the tirannical rule of the Sanctuary all along, as he is the Pope's son and knows the truth behind his dignified mask: a plan to use Athena's army to take over the world.

Tsubomi Mitsuura - The adoptive daughter of Kenji Mitsuura, founder of the Awakening Foundation and the responsible for the newest Bronze Saints' training. Tsubomi has an overwhelming reputation, being viewed by civillians as the perfect girl, and the pressure only gets worse as she discovers she is the avatar of Athena. She struggles, but with a strong-willed and determined personality and a great compassion for those loyal to her, she will make sure the Sanctuary and Earth itself will be defended from evil.

Arataka Reigen - A simple, charismathic conman who accidentally got involved with the Saints' affairs after he offered to train Shigeo. Despite knowing nothing about this bizarre divine world, his intelligence and capacity for lying allow him to get out of any trouble even if he lacks cosmos. His ignorance to the Sanctuary's ways changes everything, because even though he has a selfish and rude streak, Reigen cares strongly about these children's wellbeing and solving problems without violence.

Phoenix Dimple - One of the oldest Saints, Dimple says that the only thing he remembers from his past is his funny nickname, but that claim is dubious at best. Dimple was ostracized from the Sanctuary for heresy and spent years gathering a cult in order to become a god, a plan that only stopped after his defeat in Shigeo's hands. Since then, Dimple tries to trick Shigeo into following that same idea, a dishonest scheme that leads him into becoming Ritsu's mentor.

[vampyreelf]

Daughter-In-Law

Summary: You are to marry Legolas, but when you spend time with his father, you have different thoughts.

Thranduil x Reader / Legolas x Reader

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of angst, cheating.

AO3 Link

GIF on @ladyalatariel

You were to marry the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas and leave your family in Rivendell. You have seen Legolas many a time but never got the courage to speak with him, only admiring him from afar. After evil was defeated and the ring destroyed, Elrond alongside the King of Mirkwood thought it best to strengthen relations between the two kingdoms so a marriage pact was struck between you, Elrond’s niece, who he has been raising since your parents died in battle, and the Prince, Legolas.

Your uncle came to you with the proposal, late at night and it was something that gladdened your heart.

“If the arrangement does not please you, another elf, although not as beautiful, will take your place. But know that you are the one that pleases Legolas and Thranduil the most.” Elrond touched your face and that made you smile.

“Legolas is quite handsome.” You looked away and Elrond smiled, he was quite protective of you, since you were incredibly young, only 62 years old, you are but a baby in his eyes.

“So I have been told by many elves in our kingdom.” The two of you laughed.

“I accept it, but I would prefer to spend some time with Legolas in Rivendell before departing to Mirkwood.” Elrond hugs you and he leaves pleased with the result, he of course would never force you into marriage, especially so young but he also knows that the relations between Rivendell and Mirkwood would take a toll due to your refusal.

Meanwhile in Mirkwood, news of your acceptance has reached the King and the Prince, who could not be happier with the news.

“It seems that you have a bride to be, Legolas.” His father, Thranduil spoke in his regal tone, giving nothing away to his son, who was as giddy as a human child with a new trinket.

“That warms my heart, she is the most beautiful elf I have ever laid eyes upon, father.” Legolas was so excited, he never gave much thought about marriage, much less marrying for an alliance but you? He would do anything for you, for your affection.

“Very well, she requests your presence in Rivendell before she moves permanently to our kingdom.” Thranduil reads from the message sent by Elrond, that was non negotiable.

“Of course, I will go as soon as I am able.” If you asked for his heart on a silver platter, Legolas would give it to you. “Father, would you be inclined to come with me? Everyone would rejoice in seeing the King of Mirkwood supporting his son.” The Prince wanted to mend their fractured relationship, there has been some improvement but the road was still long.

“Yes, but I cannot stay for long. There are many matters that require my utmost attention.” Legolas was elated that his father was coming, and Thranduil couldn’t wait to see you.

“Perfect, I will prepare everything.” Legolas left the throne room and Thranduil smirked, things were going according to plan.

Everyone was in Rivendell, Arwen was helping getting you ready, you were so happy to share this moment with her.

“You look marvellous, your love story with Legolas starts now.” The two of you laughed together, and you got up, the dress was gifted by Arwen from Gondor and you loved the deep purple colour, you also had a headpiece from your mother, with diamonds and rubies.

“Arwen, I want the deep love you and Aragorn have, how I envy you, my dear cousin and friend.” Arwen smiled and hugged you deeply, like her father, she is also quite protective of you.

“And you shall have it, my love.” Your cousin touches your face and you smile, you can feel her love and it warms your heart. The two of you heard a knock at the door. “Come in.” The door was opened and it was Aragorn, and Arwen went to him with a smile on her face.

“Are the ladies ready?” The King of Gondor looks at his Queen and then you. “My dear cousin, you look marvellous, Legolas will surely have his heart out of his chest.” Aragorn kisses your cheek, he knew of Legolas’ feelings for you since the fellowship, he described your eyes for hours on end, and how lucky he would be if you gave him your favour.

“Thank you, Aragorn. Is Legolas here yet?” You were thrilled about the prospect of being Legolas’ wife and his future Queen, but for now, you were content in being in his presence.

“Yes, he and his father arrived a few hours ago and he cannot wait to see you.” Aragorn wanted nothing but happiness for the two of you, Legolas was his biggest friend and you were Arwen’s cousin, friend and confidant, this would have to work.

“His father? One would assume that the King of Mirkwood would stay in his beloved kingdom.” You have seen Legolas’ father only once, you were still a child and he came to negotiate with your uncle, and you were intimidated by him, one would say, scared.

“Legolas has informed me that it was at his behest, and to signal that he does indeed approve of the union.” You nodded at his declaration, one small glimpse when you were younger isn’t enough to form an opinion on someone, especially not your father-in-law and future king.

“Well, that settles it then. Shall we go to the banquet?” The couple nods at you and you smile, excited about seeing your future husband.

With Arwen on his right and you on his left, Aragorn guides the two of you to the banquet hall, one of the elves announces you and the King and Queen of Gondor, Legolas was the first one to stand up and come to you. 

“My lady, you are breathtaking.” Legolas kisses your hand, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours, the irony of him saying that you are breathtaking when he was the one that took your breath away by kissing your hand.

“My Prince, you are too kind.” You smiled and Legolas felt the heat on his face, you were perfect for him, and there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you already.

“I only speak the truth that my eyes allow me to witness, my Lady.” The two of you were completely engrossed in each other’s presence that Arwen and Aragorn could slip away and leave the newest couple by themselves.

“To think that you were apprehensive about Legolas and my cousin, it seems that they were made for one another.” Arwen beamed while looking at the two of you, and Aragorn kissed his beloved’s hand.

“It seems that you are correct, which concerns me since you always seem to be.” Arwen laughed and the two of them sat down while you and Legolas were still talking.

“Would you mind telling stories about your time with the fellowship, if you don’t mind?” You have heard many stories with Aragorn and Arwen but he doesn’t go into many details, it seems to spare your ears of such death but you don’t mind at all.

“Of course, I would be delighted in sharing tales of courage, friendship and even death, my love.” You looked at him surprised and Legolas looked even more taken aback than you, but you smiled and he seemed to lighten. “Forgive me, but I was driven to express my feelings.” You kissed Legolas on the cheek and he beamed, his heart was singing.

“It would be wrong of me not to encourage such affections, my love.” The words felt like honey in your mouth and you had no idea how to refer to Legolas as anything but.

“The Valar themselves have blessed me with you, my love.” Legolas kissed your hand again, in the moonlight his skin was even more gorgeous, his flowing platinum blonde hair was a cascade of beauty. He touched your beautiful hair, only admiring your beauty, to him you were the only elf in this room.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Thranduil was watching you intently. How his son only has eyes for you and how it seems that you are the same, also how you didn't even kiss him on the lips, how sweet and innocent you were.

“I give you my word Lord Elrond, your dear niece will be well taken care of in Mirkwood, she shall want for nothing.” Thranduil bows his head, and Elrond is relieved, he wants nothing but the best for you and it seems that you will have that in your new home.

It was now the end of the banquet, and you were ready to retire for the evening. You had the best time with Legolas, who was the only person that had your attention all night. Well, that wasn’t entirely the case, there was one person that you had fleeting glances with, the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil. The elf looked positively regal this evening, you could see where Legolas got his handsome features from, he was still as intimidating as you remembered but it also came with a great curiosity, what was he like? Legolas hasn’t mentioned him all evening, so you decided not to pry, your relationship was still in its earliest infancy and you didn't want to ruin anything, you couldn’t, you were to spend the eternity with Legolas, whatever curiosity you had of his father, it can be answered in the next few centuries.

“Should I accompany you to your chambers, my love?” The prince couldn’t even contain his smile when it came to you, his happiness was indeed contagious, you quickly realised that you loved that about Legolas.

“Of course, my love.” With your agreement, Legolas accompanied you to your chambers. The silence between the two of you was comforting, his arms were around your waist, his soft touch was heartening.

Once arriving at your door, Legolas put his hand on your cheeks and softly kissed your lips and it felt incredibly soft, your first kiss and it was perfect. His right hand moved to your hair, and his left hand to your waist, he was respectful and proper but also it felt good, his kiss was amazing.

“I've wanted to do this since I first laid my eyes on your form tonight.” His sultry voice gave you goosebumps, and you smiled fondly at him, the confession made you warm.

“One wonders if you have done it, and scandalised all of Rivendell, and most of all my uncle.” The two of you laughed softly. “You shall have all eternity to kiss my lips, and I yours.” Those prompted Legolas to kiss you again, and he twirled you around afterwards.

“You are such a tease, my love.” Legolas put you down in front of your door again. “I hope you have a great night’s sleep.” The Mirkwood Prince kisses your hand.

“You as well, my love.” With that, Legolas left and you entered your chambers.

Gracefully you removed the headpiece off of your head, your mind filled with thoughts of Legolas, but at the back of your mind, his father, Thranduil was ever present. His regal and imposing figure was etched in your mind, you still had many questions about the King but you were too intimidated to ask Legolas, even less ask Thranduil himself. Now you were ready for some rest, and your dreams shall be of Legolas, your beloved and future husband.

“You are delicious, absolutely irresistible.” The elf kissed your neck again, your breath was shallow, biting your lips to stop the moans from escaping. But he suddenly stopped kissing you and looked at you with such intensity that you were taken aback. “Never deprive me of your lovely noises, they are mine only.” He kissed your collarbones, your moans now no longer trapped on your throat. Your hands went to his platinum blonde hair, and you pulled it, this time he was the one making him moan.

“I want to consume you fully, tell me you are mine.” He whispers in your ear, his big hand pulling up your dress, touching your thigh as well.

“I’m yours, all yours.” You chanted, as if you were possessed by pure lust, perhaps you were.

“Yes, all mine.” His hand touched your pussy and your mouth opened slightly, a moan escaping. “No one else will ever satisfy you, not even Legolas.” His finger expertly entered you making you gasp, his thumb making small circles on your engorged clit.

“Thranduil.” You kiss him again, pulling his hair.

You wake up feeling aroused, the dream threw you off slightly, for a moment it was as if it was Legolas, but that was not the case, it was his aloof father. It was a great dream you cannot lie, but this was all it was, a fantasy, a childish fantasy. You got ready for the day, you were used to waking up quite early, so you decided to take a walk alongside the river.

The sun was shining and everything looked perfect, it was extremely helpful to calm your troubling thoughts about your eventful dream about the King of Mirkwood, you wondered if he behaved that way in real life. You felt guilty, you knew that Legolas would never appreciate the troubling thoughts you were thinking, it made you feel dirty.

“My Lady.” The velvety voice of King Thranduil stopped you in your tracks, you looked behind you and he looked positively regal, his broad shoulders were imposing, and his handsome features gave nothing away.

“King Thranduil, forgive me for I assumed to be the only one here.” You curtsied the elf king and he bowed his head to acknowledge you.

“I am quite accustomed to being awake in the early hours, I wasn’t expecting you to be an early bird.” His lips curled in a hint of a smile and you smiled as well, your opinion of him being intimidating was slowly eroding with a small smile.

“Since early infancy I have been awakening in the early hours, it is simply how I was made.” How are you being more open to your father-in-law than your beloved?

“And how perfectly made you are.” He whispered, his face and voice gave nothing away, it was as if he didn't say anything at all, but he was truly awaiting your reaction.

“Thank you, my King.” You had nothing else to say, of course his words provoked a reaction that you weren’t expecting, a reaction that Legolas didn't give you, your lips parted slightly and your pupils dilated, and of course, Thranduil noticed, it was the reaction he was aiming for.

“One must speak the truth as one sees it, wouldn’t you agree?” You nodded, afraid of what else you might reveal to Thranduil, you felt as if you weren’t in your body, as if he was controlling it. “I am incredibly pleased that you are to marry my son, no other has a beauty such as yourself, my Lady.” You smiled at him again, not finding the correct words on how to express yourself, were you uncomfortable? No, you were in fact quite at ease with the Mirkwood King, you were…not accustomed to such compliments, Legolas was the first one to be so unabashedly forthcoming in his infatuations, now you know from whom he gets it from.

“You are far too kind, my King.” Those are the only words you allowed yourself to utter in front of him in this moment, anything else might betray the thoughts or even worse, the dream you had about the King.

“I have been accused of many things, but kind hasn’t been uttered for a millenia.” He jests and it makes you laugh, it disarms you completely and Thranduil gets closer to yourself without you noticing it. He admires your features, the same way Legolas was but his eyes carry something heavier, something that Legolas doesn’t possess in his blue orbs.

Thranduil decides to push your boundaries once again, he gently grabs your hand and kisses it, holding eye contact for a few minutes. You say nothing, you are lost in his deep blue eyes, the storm of emotions held in them overwhelm you, but you dare not to move away, you want his warmth, you want his skin connected to yours, you didn't want this moment to ever end.

“Will I see you at the banquet tonight, my Lady?” His voice was sultry, it suited him completely. It invaded your senses in a way you didn't think possible, you felt it deep inside you.

“Of course, my King.” You smile, feeling the effect of his voice on your cheeks, they are warm.

“Then I shall see you then, for now I must attend urgent matters with Lord Elrond.” And just like that, he left you. And you missed his warmth and imposing presence, but you took a deep breath and carried on walking but the thoughts about Thranduil were now in the forefront of your mind.

The banquet came rather quickly, and you were speaking to Legolas, Arwen and Aragorn, but your eyes were looking for Thranduil, and he was speaking with Elrond and not looking in your direction. You were confused, did you do anything to make the King angry at you? He seemed so at ease in your company, but now it seems that he has been personally offended by your presence. But you tried to take your mind off of it, and enjoy your beloved’s company the best you could. Now after a few hours, it was only you and Arwen and you still have Thranduil in your mind, so you decide to ask Arwen some questions.

“Dear cousin, when you first met Aragorn…” You whispered to her, afraid of anyone listening in your conversation. “How did you feel? Did you feel things deep in your being?” Arwen smirked at you, she knew exactly what you were talking about.

“My dearest cousin, you are full of surprises.” Of course she would tease you about this. “Of course, and I am sure he will be quite understanding, share with him your troubles.” Arwen leaves your presence and you ponder on her words, maybe you should talk to Thranduil about this.

It was now time for Legolas to accompany you to your chambers again, and you barely spoke with him but you still enjoyed his company, but Thranduil invaded all of your thoughts this evening.

“My love, have I done something to offend you?” Looking at him shocked you fervently shook your head.

“There is nothing that you could ever do to offend me, my love.” You kissed his cheek again and he smiled at you. “Sweet dreams, my love.” Legolas kissed your cheek and went back to his chambers. Once he left you took a deep breath, you needed to speak with Thranduil.

As if you had summoned him, Thranduil appeared behind you and he looked as handsome as this morning, his crown made him look even more regal, his outfit made of the finest fabrics in Middle Earth and he seems to know how handsome he looks.

“My King.” You curtsied and he bowed his head in acknowledgement again, just like this morning.

“Forgive me for being so forward but you look absolutely ravishing this evening.” Again with his sultry voice, and the deep feelings within you come alive again.

“My King.” You enter your chambers but you leave the door open, Thranduil enters your most intimate room, not even Legolas has laid eyes on it, and here he is, inside your chambers, and it’s overwhelming. He locks the door and comes closer to you, his scent is overwhelming, his presence covers you completely. “Thranduil.” You whisper and he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“Yes, say my name again.” His arm goes around your waist and he pulls you closer to him, his strength was surprising when it shouldn’t be since you know he’s a formidable warrior.

“Thranduil.” You whisper again, you cannot help but to obey him. The King has an indescribable pull on you, almost as if you can’t help but be under his spell. “What have you done to me?” You look into his blue orbs, looking for an answer and he looks at you with nothing but desire.

He kissed you deeply and passionately, his other hand going to your hair to keep you in place, your hands placed on his broad shoulders. His tongue fighting for dominance with yours and without much of a fight he has it, his lips travel to your jaw, down to your neck, it reminds you of your dream. You moaned and Thranduil looked at you, he admires you with nothing but lust now.

 “You awakened something within me, things that I cannot describe.” Your fingers travel to his lips, they are perfect, incredibly soft.

“Desire, that is what I have awoken in you.” He kisses your neck, it seems that he can’t resist you, the same way you feel about him. “And you have done the same to myself, feelings that I thought were thoroughly killed within me.” Thranduil pulls you even closer, his warmth was all over your body and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“This is wrong, what about Legolas?” You are ashamed of your actions, thinking about your sweet Prince, and here you are entangled with the impetuous King.

“My son,” Thranduil raises your dress to your thigh. “Needs a wife, an heir,” Both of his hands put your dress around your waist, the cold air made you shiver, making you incredibly aware of how wet you were. “Which I do not, and I cannot justify a marriage to a lovely Lady,” He inserts a finger inside you, and you moan, he smirks. “Such as yourself.” His rhythm was slow, he was getting to your body, your sweet reactions.

“But I want you.” You whispered, eyes closed and lips parted. Thranduil had his gaze fixed upon you, you spoke your heart so freely, he envied that about you. “I need you.” With that, Thranduil inserted a second finger inside you, making you moan a bit louder, your hands holding his shoulders to stop you from losing your balance.

“You shall live in my kingdom, you will be mine.” He growled in your ear, already incredibly possessive of you, you might be his son’s bride, but in reality, you were his, fully.

“Thranduil.” He picked up his speed, the noises from your pussy were pornographic, he was making a mess between your legs. Thranduil felt your pussy contracting against his fingers.

“Let go, I want to own your sweet releases.” He whispers in your ear, his thumb goes to your clit, you scream and Thranduil puts his hand around your mouth. “We wouldn’t want us to be discovered, my Lady.” With your mouth covered, he picks up his pace and your breath gets shallow, your eyes roll to the back of your head, moans still escape but Thranduil looks at you with but lust. “Let go.” He whispers, and as if he had complete control over your body, you cum all over his fingers, Thranduil looks down, admiring your pussy and your juices. He helps you ride out your orgasm, he slowly removes his hand and kisses you more softly but still with the dominance expected from a King.

“What happened?” You asked after regaining your breath, even with Arwen being your best friend, you didn't have the courage to ask about more mature subjects such as this.

“When the pleasure I give you is too great, it releases in such a way, it is believed this is the biggest pleasure an elf can experience.” Thranduil removes his fingers and you immediately feel empty, but his fingers go to his mouth, tasting you in great delight. “And you are the sweetest of them all, my Lady.” He kisses you again and you also taste yourself in his tongue, you moan into his mouth.

“Is there more?” You genuinely wondered, which made the Mirkwood King laugh, a genuine and hearty laugh, something you never thought to hear from him.

“Of course there is, but this will be something you will experience in Mirkwood only.” Thranduil kisses your forehead, and looks at you with something that was hard for you to place. “Now, sleep.” He made sure that you were in bed, after sleep overtook you he watched you for a few minutes and left your chambers.

You woke up and somehow you felt different, you didn't remember seeing Thranduil leaving but you missed him, you missed his body close to yours, and especially his fingers inside you. He was the only thing in your mind, all consuming and the worst part of it was that he was leaving today for Mirkwood. You started to get ready for the day, and hopefully getting a glimpse of Thranduil.

Once you were ready, you went to the main hall and there it was Legolas saying his goodbyes to Thranduil. Both men stopped to look at you, Thranduil’s face gave nothing away, as usual and Legolas’ face lit up seeing you, his beloved.

“My love, my father is going back to our kingdom. But do not fret, we shall see him soon.” Legolas all but drags you to where his father is, and not for a second his eyes deviated from yourself.

“My King, I hope that your stay in Rivendell was satisfactory.” You curtsied him again, one thing that he loved seeing you do.

“It was, and I shall see you in Mirkwood, my Lady.” He bowed his head in acknowledgment, he knew that he couldn’t stay here for too long. Thranduil mounted his elk and looked at his son. “See you at your wedding, Legolas.” With that he left Rivendell and he didn't look back.

“My love, I want us to spend time together, as much as we can. I want to know everything about you.” Legolas kisses your hand and guides you away to the gardens, and your mind is still on Thranduil and when you would be able to see him again.

After a decade of you and Legolas staying in Rivendell, and often travelling to Gondor to meet with Arwen and Aragorn, it was time for your wedding. The worst part is that Thranduil didn't come to visit his son at all, all you had of him was in your memories. Your relationship with Legolas only grew stronger but you still had his father at the back of your mind, you felt guilty about the fact that when Legolas kissed you, you couldn’t help but compare it with the kiss you shared with Thranduil, and you felt even worse when Legolas’ kiss felt short as well.

All of your belongings were being carried to carriages, Legolas was getting his horse ready, he was so happy about finally taking you to Mirkwood but you were nervous, seeing Thranduil after all this time. After many dreams of him, after comparing father and son, you will see him again.

“My love, I received word from my father and he is overseeing every single detail about our ceremony, your dress is ready.” Legolas kisses you with great excitement, his happiness is contagious.

“Has your father chosen my dress?” This was odd but this fact made you warm inside.

“I hope that doesn’t displease you, my father thought of a worthy gift for our upcoming nuptials.” You smiled and kissed him, he was so considerate of your feelings, you couldn’t ask for a better husband, and yet, you wanted Thranduil to be your husband, instead of his son.

“I am most pleased with this arrangement, and our ceremony will be filled with laughter and love.” Legolas visibly relaxes and smiles again, his only goal in life is to make you happy.

“Well, we shall be in Mirkwood in no time.” Legolas helps you get on the horse, it will be a long journey but you love horseback riding.

Arwen and other elves are helping you get ready for your wedding, and Legolas gifted you a crown worthy of a Princess, it was sent to you by Legolas himself and Arwen is carefully placing it on your perfectly made hair. You look stunning but the feeling at the pit of your stomach, the feeling that you should be marrying a King, not a Prince.

“You look even more stunning than myself at my own wedding, dear cousin.” Arwen hugs you from behind, he couldn’t be happier for you, she thought that you and Legolas were perfect for each other.

“The Queen of Gondor tells deceitful lies.” The two of you laughed and you hugged her.

“Are you ready?” You nod at Arwen, and she takes you to the room where Elrond and Aragorn were waiting for the two of you.

“You are a vision, dear niece.” Elrond kisses you, he will be the one to take you to Legolas, he will give you away to Legolas, while Thranduil watches.

You are now a married woman, and you married Legolas. Thranduil didn't take his eyes off of you, he is discreet but you feel his blue orbs on you, the King of Mirkwood has an intense but discreet stare. You were speaking with Mirkwood Lords and Ladies, they were incredibly pleasant and already addressing you as a Princess of Mirkwood. Legolas is now drinking with the dwarf, Gimli, he is boisterous but a good dwarf at heart.

“Will you be a more involved Princess in Mirkwood matters, Princess?” You smiled at the elves, it was overwhelming to think that you were a representative of Mirkwood, in Rivendell you could just be you.

“Whatever the kingdom requires of me it shall be done.” They smiled at your graceful answer, and conversation went back to a more pleasant subject.

It was now late at night, and you were getting ready to go to bed. You went to Legolas who was still drinking with Gimli, who was encouraging Legolas to drink even more.

“Shall we retire for the evening, my love?” You enquire and Legolas looks at you with a smile.

“You will have the elf for yourself for the rest of the days, lassie…let him drink.” He puts yet another glass of alcohol on Legolas’ hands making the two of you laugh.

“Alright, dwarf.” You kissed Legolas. “You shall have him today, and only today.” Legolas kissed you again, with nothing but love in his eyes.

“I will come later, my love.” You nod your head and go back to the room where you got ready, for some reason it didn't feel right to be in Legolas’ room without him. 

You were removing your jewels, and your crown, the room wasn’t lit but somehow you enjoyed only the moonlight entering the room. You admired the crown, it looked so pretty, and it made it real that you were now a Princess, the Princess of Mirkwood. But you were still imagining if instead of the crown of a Princess it would be the crown of a Queen.

“Do you approve of the crown, Princess?” His voice startled you, he was in the dark corner of the room. He slowly raises and comes closer to you, his skin, hair and crown illuminated but the moonlight, he was utterly perfect.

“Of course, my King.” You curtsied him, and looked away, you were angry at him for ignoring you for a decade. “My apologies, I was not aware that you were in this room. I shall take my leave.” You turned around but he came closer to you, his broad chest against your back, his nose against the tip of your ear.

“Stay.” He whispers. “Please.” He begs, and you knew that he doesn’t do this lightly, a King never begs.

“Why should I? You haven’t spoken to me in a whole decade, you made your position as clear as a summer day.” His hand removes the laces of your wedding dress, the wedding dress that he chose especially for you.

“I wanted your relationship to flourish with my son, he deserves to be happy.” After undoing the knots of your dress, he removes it from your figure, it goes around your feet. “You deserve to be happy, I am being incredibly selfish by being here but I do not care, Legolas cares more about drinking with that dwarf than his precious wife.” Thranduil kisses your neck, his long fingers touching your collarbone, and his other hand around your waist. “Do not deny me, I will not bear it.” You turn around and kiss him, he quickly brought you closer to his chest.

“Never ignore me again, Thranduil.” The seriousness in your voice made him nod solemnly, he didn't want you to be disappointed, ever.

“I will never.” His hand went to your face and he kissed you again, he removes your smallclothes and you are now naked right in front of the King. He stops to admire your perfect body, your skin, committing to memory every single detail about yourself. “But I must let you know that you are mine, and I would never let my son have you first.” His words had such an effect on you, you were soaked.

“Why do you say such things?” Thranduil knew that those words affected you and he loved the fact that simply his words could make you like this, lips parted, and wet.

“Because it's the truth, Princess.” He looked at your nipples and they were hard, he grabbed one of your breasts and put your nipple in his mouth, you closed your eyes and put your hands on his luscious blonde hair, moaning. His skilled tongue swirled around your nipple and he was driving you crazy, you could only concentrate in the pleasure he was giving you. Thranduil lets go of your nipple with a pop and he looks at you. “Do you have any idea how much I had to restrain myself from claiming you that day in your chambers?” He guides you to the bed, he lays you and kisses your body, he starts with your collarbone.

“Thranduil, I want to feel you, you’re fully clothed.” You noted and he smirked, he removed his tunic first, then his boots, and later his shirt, followed by his trousers. You looked in awe at his perfect body lit by the moonlight.

“Is that enough?” He was enjoying the fact of how desperate you were for him, the level of desire was truly the same. “Open your legs for me.” You immediately obeyed and he was quickly between them, you looked at him and his cock, it was big and girthy, was that supposed to enter you? He must’ve seen the panic in your face because his eyes softened slightly. “You have nothing to fear, I will make sure that you are ready for me.” Thranduil kissed your breasts, then your abdomen, then your mound, he positioned your legs on your shoulders and then you felt it.

His tongue on your clit, you arched your back, you remember how good his fingers felt inside you but that was nothing compared to his tongue. He sucks on your clit and you moan, the pleasure radiating all over your body, it was such a different pleasure, totally foreign but as if you were made to be pleasured by Thranduil’s tongue.

“Oh, Thranduil.” You moaned and that encouraged him to pick up his pace, he was eating you out as if a man starved, all of your juices going to his chin, his tongue skilfully on your clit then to your entrance, he was fucking you with his tongue, your moans were a holy symphony for Thranduil’s ear, he would kill anything and everything to hear it the rest of eternity. 

He knew that you were close, despite spending so little time together he already knew your body more than you knew yourself. Thranduil picks up the pace and sucks on your clit again, you can feel your orgasm approaching. “Let go for me.” Again, your body obeyed his words and you came even harder than last time, you knew that it was different, it was more intense and you screamed. Thranduil helps you ride out your high, kissing your inner thigh, and admiring you falling apart. “You looked even more gorgeous falling apart.” Your breathing was still shallow, you were trying to catch your breath, and you felt the sheets being wet underneath you.

“What happened?” You look at your lover confused, and he smiles and kisses you.

“The humans named it ‘squirting’, it happens with a female when the pleasure is too great.” Thranduil kisses your abdomen and coming closer to you, he puts your nipple in his mouth, he sucks on them with fervour. Thranduil kissed you and you tasted yourself on his tongue, you felt the tip of your cock on your pussy.

“Once we are intimate this way, we cannot stop this.” You knew what he was doing, he was giving you a way out, but deep down the two of you knew that you cannot stop this even if you tried. To answer him, you kissed him and that way Thranduil had all the confirmation he needed.

Thranduil aligns himself and starts thrusting, he looks at you with so much lust and admiration, his face contorted in pleasure, the same as yours, his grunts and your moans making a pornographic symphony, your nails go to his back, you were trying to ground yourself due to the tsunami of pleasure invading all of your senses, you kissed Thranduil and he kissed your jaw and neck, he got his mouth close to your ear, his thrusts were slow and deep.

“You feel perfect around me.” He whispered and you clench around him, causing him to grunt. “You seem to respond well to praise, darling.” You felt your nipples against his chest, and the pleasure was coming to a breaking point again, his grunts and moans were like music to your ears. “I can feel that you are close, let go for me, darling.” He whispered again and you were clenching around his cock, you never felt so full as you are now, his cock is huge inside you and it’s bringing you even closer to the edge.

“Thranduil.” You moaned his name and you came around his cock, he grunted and you felt yourself spill inside you.

“You are perfect, darling.” Thranduil kissed you and he removed himself from you, and you felt empty. Thranduil laid down and put you on top of him, you could hear his heartbeat.

“What happens now, Thranduil?” You looked at him, you needed his reassurance since you wouldn’t let him go at all.

“I do not know but I will never let you go, darling.” He kissed your forehead and you fell into a peaceful sleep.

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Lost in the mall

character: choi su-bong/Thanos x fem!reader

Summary: thanos gets lost in a shopping mall, trying to find you and your adorable 2 year old boy.

Warnings: none🦑🦑

Choi Su-Bong, also known as Thanos, was used to being in control. Whether it was in the game or his personal life, he liked knowing where he was going. But today was different. Today, he was lost in a shopping mall, and it was all because of you and your two-year-old son.

He had been following the signs, trying to reach the toy store you had mentioned, but something was wrong. The mall seemed to stretch on forever, and every hallway seemed to lead him in a new direction. It wasn’t until he glanced at his phone that he realized he’d been circling the same corner for the last ten minutes.

"Dammit," he muttered, rubbing his temples. He was usually the one guiding people, not the one who needed guidance. But there you were, somewhere in the labyrinth of colorful stores and noisy children, and you and your little boy were his priority.

He walked past the food court, giving a quick glance at the chaotic scene. Kids running around, mothers trying to corral them, and not a single familiar face. Frustration was beginning to mount, but then—he heard it. Laughter. Soft, sweet giggles, the kind only a child could produce.

That was your son. Su-Bong’s heart skipped a beat, and he followed the sound, his footsteps quickening.

A few turns later, he finally spotted the toy store. You were there, kneeling down on the floor, helping your son pick out a teddy bear from the shelves. His tiny hands held up a stuffed lion, showing it off with pride.

Thanos’s breath caught in his chest at the sight. You and your son, so full of life, so warm. He couldn't help but smile as he leaned against the store's entrance, watching you both. You looked up, meeting his gaze, and your face lit up with the same warmth he always found in your eyes. “Found you!” you said, laughing softly as you stood, holding your son in your arms.

"You're impossible," he replied with a playful smirk, though there was a tenderness in his voice that only you got to hear. "I thought I was never going to find you."

You giggled, walking toward him and placing a kiss on his cheek. "I know you’re used to being the one who keeps track of things, but we were just getting him a new friend.

" You looked down at the little boy who was now holding the lion close to his chest. "Do you think this one’s okay?"

Su-Bong looked at the stuffed animal and then back at you. His heart melted at the sight of the three of you together. “It’s perfect. He’s going to love it.”

The little boy let out another laugh, pointing at his father and his new toy with excitement. It was like everything had fallen into place. For once, he didn’t have to worry about survival or strategy. He had you and your son, and that was enough.

"Let’s go grab lunch," you suggested, slipping your hand into his as you all headed toward the exit. Su-Bong, still lost in the warmth of the moment, could only nod in agreement. “I’m never losing you two again.”

🦑🦑🦑

[anxiousapplepie]

Apologies if my previous ask gave you a lot of trouble. But it's probably gonna happen again because I still have more questions inside my brain, and I very much will connect dots somewhere.

So, time to ask about plot. Lapis and her crew have to deal with being diplomats and detectives, probably trying to figure out the whole deal with a lot of things. While I am curious who exactly are the 'enemies' on both sides, (my bet is probably gonna be on the Bugs, considering you mentioned wanting them to skitter off and cause problems elsewhere, but it probably isn't just one species causing problems in this case) I'd rather ask about something else for now just to get an idea of the main political players.

First off, is Queen Rosamund the Rose Queen who was assassinated? Permanent or temporary death? And if it is her, that technically means her son Wilfred would probably get the crown, yes? Unless there's some bullshit that happens...

Secondly, we don't know anything about the Dragon King other than the fact he was dethroned by someone. Who exactly are both of them? What are the latter's goals?

But I also know this is a lot for me to ask. Answer only what you feel comfortable answering if you wanna keep other things secret for now. ☆

absolutely no worries but also thank you for giving me something more specific to answer! I'll want to keep a lot of cards close to my chest, but I can give you some dots to collect and follow! <3 To answer the first question: Yes! Queen Rosamund is the one who is going to be assassinated at the worst time possible. But it's a temporary death! (this is the RK world, after all! And I'm going to make a running joke about politicians hiring assassins to kill off rivals and opponents, so the Queen getting offed isn't exactly surprisingly even if it's VERY weird whoever killed her got past all of her Spider protectors) And yes, if Rosamund is dead for any reason, Wilfred is put in charge and he's the one running the show until his mum revives. But of course I'll be saving the reason why that's going to become an absolute trashcan fire that'll explode when I tell the official RK story >:3c Secondly, uhhhhhh Dragons kinda go through Kings and Queens and Rulers like toast. The average span of a Dragon King is like, 2-3 years before the next one dethrones them or executes them or humiliates them in front of the whole forest. It's hard to keep track who's in charge, apart from whoever is still on the Council. So none of the Roses KNOW who the new Dragon King is. As for the new Dragon King's agenda? It's simple! A tiny bit of revenge, but honestly he's trying to end this bloody war as quickly as possible so everyone can finally move on with their lives. And if he has to kill all the Dragons or all Roses to do it? Fine with him.

I'm saving most of my Dragon secrets for later, but until then I am very excited you've taken an interest in the Dragon side of the war! Hope these crumbs keep you amused for a bit! :3

[cybershock24601]

Thinking about my rookanis twins and how easily they could have ended up resenting each other like Lucanis and Illario.

Erasmus (Elmo to his family) is the more scholarly twin. The one fascinated by magic, the Fade, spirits, and all things necessary and wants to be a distinguished scholar in the Mourn Watch. Sitting in on Emmrich’s lectures in the Necropolis at 8 years old and taking notes and sure he doesn’t understand everything but his mom or Uncle Emmrich will always take the time to explain it to him and answer any questions and he’s just waiting for the day he becomes a mage too because he wants to understand things the same way they do.

Then there is Ezio who isn’t stupid but doesn’t much care for reading dusty old books and doing things like math. He wants to be out there hitting things with swords and thinks the fact that his dad is an assassin is like the coolest thing ever and is always begging Lucanis to show him tricks, especially cool knife tricks. He’s active and acrobatic and probably could have made a pretty good Crow if things had gone differently. Like sure magic is cool but can mages do this? and then does a triple backflip or something.

And guess which one of them turns out to be the mage?

Ezio is now shoved into magic classes and being forced to read books and study theory that he finds fundamentally boring when he could be out doing things and Elmo has his dreams of being a great mage shattered by the crushing reality that he can’t do magic. They’re both so excited once Ezio’s magic shows itself (though Ezio hates having to actually learn the theory behind the magic and can’t just practice shooting fireballs all day) but things get tense with each passing year as it becomes increasingly clear that Elmo didn’t inherit that same talent for magic.

Lucanis starts stressing bad because he’s so worried the budding resentment Elmo has towards not being a mage is going to drive the same wedge between his sons that the title of First Talon did to himself and Illario. The final straw for leaving the Crows was seeing the way Caterina had started to favor one of the boys over the other and combined with everything else (and there was a lot), Lucanis and Rook decided that leaving the Crows was the best option for their family, yet history seems ready to repeat itself for no good reason at all. Rook is also worried but decides that just because her son can’t study magic the way he wants to, that doesn’t mean he can’t study it all. She pushes him to continue to study but also encourages him to explore other topics of study because he might not be a mage but he can still be a great scholar.

Things start to get better when Elmo finds a passion in studying surgery and medicine and alchemy. He’s still always going to be a little bitter about the fact that he isn’t a mage and his brother is but doesn’t seem to really appreciate it; however, he knows it isn’t Ezio’s fault he’s a mage and it’s alright that Ezio has different interests and strengths and getting into complex magical theory just isn’t something he’s into and that’s okay. Elmo can still distinguish himself as a scholar and grows up to be one of the most renowned surgeons in the Mourn Watch and makes some great advances in the fields of medicine and surgery while Ezio found himself as a skilled spellblade that specializes in ‘taking care of’ problem necromancers for the Watch.

This doesn’t change the fact that Lucanis got a number of extra grey hairs while the twins were teenagers and he was so worried about them turning on each other but Rook just thinks they make him look distinguished. She’s got herself a silver fox for a husband and is happy to show him just how thankful she is to have such a handsome husband and an amazing for father for their brood of children.

[arathejedi394]

[minecraft villager voice] hmm...

imagine a soulmates a/b/o world. when you're born you get your finger pricked and it goes a database and magically finds your true match then the database spits out a name and address, as long as your true match is in the system. secondly, paganism didn't get stamped out so badly. that's not really a huge detail more a flavor one. okay, that's the context. this is long. keep reading.

now imagine it's 1717. the true match finding system for children is really only used by rich people bc it be expensive. king and queen of a tiny province in southeastern wallachia near the black sea George and winifred barnes had all their kids tested at birth but their firstborn ickle james buchanan barnes's blood sample doesn't get matched until after his 4th birthday. the magic system pops out the name Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí II ("that's a mouthful" George says) the newborn grandson of ireland's brand new independent king. see, Ireland just won a like 50yo vicious war with the English over their independence. Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí I is now the king of Ireland, having begun fighting for Irish independence at age ten. more on that in a bit.

so george and winifred go to ireland with their kids and entourage, arrive around five months after stiofán is born, and they're like "hello sarah ruairí and husband joseph who married in and comparatively is as about as important as the wallpaper, this is is our 4yo stop picking your nose james who's destined to be your infant son's soulmate james I said stop picking your nose don't wipe your boogers on your clothes no don't eat them either use a hanky" they introduce james to stiofán. stiofán is 5 months old and has not fully formed a personal concept of human existence yet, so has no opinion of the pink blob in front of him. james is 4 years and 9 months and thinks stiofán looks like a potato. winifred then tells him that stiofán is going to be his very best friend when they grow up and that they'll always be together and they'll always love each other, and they'll never be alone bc the other one will be there in their hearts. james understands best friend and is happy to see his new potato buddy. they prop ickle james up on a sofa and carefully let him hold 5 month old stiofán who looks very unhappy about everything happening and they take a picture.

"aren't they just darling!" sarah says "the most precious" winifred agrees. stiofán sneezes in james's face. james begins to wail. which makes stiofán start screaming. it's a great start.

winifred from then on takes james to Ireland every summer, to spend the month of july there (it's the 18th century, it'll take 3 months to get from the black sea to the coastline of France where they then have to take a boat which takes another month, so yeah just one month in Ireland, and they spend pretty much the end of march to the end of june traveling, then the beginning of august to the end of November getting back). once stiofán learns how to talk, he renames james bc he has a lisp the letter J is additionally too difficult to pronounce. he is now bucky. newly minted bucky refuses to answer to james anymore. it is a problem bc he doesn't ever correct people he just ignores them until either they magically guess he now goes by bucky or someone else tells them. once stiofán learns how to stand up, he's immediately able to run, and this is also a serious problem. the two of them combined are a menace. sarah and winifred try to get them to behave like noble children and they go "MLEH!" while spitting raspberries then produce pop rockets out of their grubby candy-filled pockets scare the shit out of their mothers and all the nursemaids then vanish in the ensuing chaos. things are great. until stiofán's seventh birthday.

remember the english? yeah.

july 4th, 1724. stiofán gets a music box from bucky that year (okay his parents got it and then put bucky's name on the gift label and told him to hand it to stiofán) and it's custom-made. it's round and squat, a gold case with little clawed feet, and the sides and top are inlaid with bright blue opal with lots of fire inclusions. it only opens with a key, of which bucky's parents had two made they're also gold little skeleton keys on a chain for safe keeping with small blue fire opals in the handles, round domed ones, and when the key is inserted and turned counter-clockwise (you have to turn it a bunch like a normal music box crank to get it to stay open and keep playing) the lid rises and out comes a little rose quartz figurine of stiofán and bucky, as they look at ages 7 and 11, standing together like they're dancing but they're wearing adult clothes bc they're actually playing; bucky's figurine is wearing an adult man's tailcoat with a full skirt that's almost touching the ground and a grown man's buckled shoes, while stiofán's figurine is holding up a lopsided adult omega's wig and wearing a ball gown with the waist around his knees. the ball gown's skirt then wraps around their legs, but you can still see bucky's rose quartz feet in their too big shoes. the figurines spin slowly with the music, which is the melody from the song that sarah and winifred had already had commissioned to play during bucky and stiofán's first dance at their wedding, sometime after stiofán presents probably around age 16 his doctor says. stiofán has never heard the melody before. he loves the music box more than any of his other presents.

as he's watching himself and bucky carved in rose quartz spin, the party is crashed by the English!!! dun dun dun!!! the guests flee and winifred escapes with bucky (also his three sisters they were there too bc they whine if they get left behind when bucky goes to Ireland) and bucky escapes with the music box as well as one of the keys, but the entire ruairí family, all of Ireland's brand new royals, are captured and killed.

bucky is traumatized. he is now moody, sullen, prone to isolation, hot-tempered, and most especially hates the english. it is considered bad form for a person whose true match died to marry someone else but winifred and George reluctantly start looking for a new bride bc their heir needs to be able to have heirs. bucky grows into his bitterness and anguish instead of out of it, then when right after turning 24, he shocks the whole of wallachia by abdicating the throne out of nowhere, then he seemingly vanishes off the face of the earth.

he moves halfway across the globe to new york city, specifically Brooklyn, where he sheds his blueblood life for a blue-collar one. he fortunately educated himself in steam mechanics prior to leaving europe, so he becomes a boiler man at a factory. after a few months, he's out of money and his salary isn't enough, so he starts moonlighting as a bartender at a "gentleman's club" called the big apples.

which is where he meets steven grant rogers. 20 years old, a male omega, blonde, freckled, blue eyes, slight Irish accent, has lived in Brooklyn for 14 years. is 6'2" and built like a brick shithouse, does not look like an Omega. very hot. yes, exactly, it's stiofán alive by some miracle and in Brooklyn, new york.

one problem. bucky doesn't go by bucky anymore. people call him james again. second problem, steve was fucking 7 when he last saw bucky so he doesn't remember that bucky is a nickname and not his actual first name given to him by his mama on his day of birth. and third problem neither he nor steve look anything like they did when they were 11 and 7yo respectively. well, when you put a picture of 11yo bucky next to 24yo bucky it's obvious they're the same person but 7yo steve looked completely different he had chicken limbs and was too long while at the same time being very short for his age. and as an Omega in the early 18th century he ought to have ended up between 5'6" and 5'8" (no serum. he won the genetic lottery.) there is no recognizing Steven Grant Rogers, XL fairy punk who spends half the time in remarkably convincing drag, as Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí II.

steve is a regular dancer at the club, but he turns french tricks, too. he and bucky become quick friends after steve asks him to fill in as bouncer by the back rooms one night, then after the club closes, they stay back and get drunk together, then they kiss and steve goes back with bucky to his apartment, but they're so drunk they fall asleep the second they're in bed. they wake up the next day both of them still fully clothed and steve's makeup has rubbed off on one of bucky's pillows. bucky is like "hey no offense that can't happen again" "eh your loss." steve later offers bucky a discount bc he's got a crush on him and bucky says "I still haven't gotten over my childhood sweetheart so no thanks" and steve's like "baby that's depressing just fuck me" "sorry no" "ugh"

their friendship continues. they do not kiss again. does bucky mention what happened to his childhood sweetheart? no. does bucky still have the music box from steve's seventh birthday?

yes.

alas he never wanted to hear the song again so he sold the key when he got to Brooklyn. he keeps it in his nightstand and looks at it every night before he goes to sleep and the first thing he does when he wakes up is pick it up and hold it for several minutes of silence. unless steve is there. bc somehow steve keeps ending up sleeping at his apartment, in his bed, eventually just leaving much of his clothes and even his makeup and toiletries there. they do not fuck. they do not kiss again. steve tries very hard, tho. bucky is politely oblivious.

july 4th 1732 comes around and bucky takes the night off to be depressed. only steve crashes his own deathday party, guest count one. he's like "wtf are you doing why are you drunk in the middle of the day c'mon it's my birthday you're going with me to the theater" and bucky's like "absolutely not it's my childhood sweetheart's day of entrance and his day of exit I will do nothing but sit here and consume that entire case of whiskey staring at this music box" and steve's like "dollface that's depressing get -- wait a second" and he points at the music box "where did you get that"

bucky's like ??? "i've always had it you've seen it before" "no no, I've seen it tucked into the nightstand drawer before and it was not that specific music box it was just a random blue thing in the shadows now where the bloody fuck did you get it" "none of your business!" "does it still work???" "does it -- what do you mean?" "it's a music box does it still play?" "I don't know it doesn't open without the key and I don't have that anymore I sold it last year how the hell do you know it's a music box???" and then he goes to put it away bc he's possessive of the very ghost of Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí II but steve suddenly gets all angry he says "give it to me!" and bucky is very offended "no!!!" "james you give me that music box right now! you don't know what that is!" "I know what it is!" "it's mine!" steve declares.

bucky's like "..." steve says "that's mine i lost it when I fled Ireland in 1724 it was a present from my alpha's parents they made it for me special and you have no right to even have it let alone keep it from me, so give it to me now, right now!" "no..." bucky says "the omega this was given to is dead, the English killed him and his entire family!" "my mother and I got out" steve says "but I dropped my music box and my alpha picked it up and that was the last time I ever saw him or it" "impossible!" and then steve pulls out a gold skeleton key on a pewter chain, having sold the gold one it came with long ago, set with a blue fire opal in the decorative handle that matches the music box's opal inlay and the decoration on where the key inserts, and he's like "look see this is the key to it please give it to me where did you even find it???" "I picked it up" bucky says quietly. "where?" "when he dropped it" "then give it to me!" steve insists and he even tears up a little "I haven't heard it play in 14 years I don't remember what the song is" "does the key turn left or right?" bucky asks "left" steve says "were you sitting in your mother's lap or your father's lap when the english crashed the party?" "my mother's how would you know that" and bucky is like "dumbass... I gave this music box to Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí II for his seventh birthday and if that's you, that means I'm your alpha" steve's like "??? my alpha's name is bucky!" "dumbass! my first name is james my middle name is buchanan!!! bucky is the nickname you gave me when you were 2!!!" "no!" steve insists "no my alpha's first name was.... well it was long for bucky!" "it's long for buchanan and it's my middle name because you had a lisp and couldn't say the letter J either!" bucky shouts. "oh" steve says "that's true" "..." "..." "bucky?" "Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí II????"

they spiderman point at each other for like a minute. then steve's like "okay but I literally can't remember our song play the music box" so bucky takes the key and cranks it counter-clockwise. he hasn't listened to the song in like 3 years, steve hasn't heard it in 14. steve tears up and bucky kinda just awkwardly puts the music box down then takes his hand and his waist and starts shuffling like he's trying to waltz in his shoebox studio apartment, where suddenly they're the ones too big for the dancing scene. steve instead bear hugs him and kisses him. both of them cry yes. when the music box stops playing bucky cranks it again and they sort of just sway in circles for hours listening to it play.

"do you have a blue dress?" bucky asks in the morning "a real nice one?" "yeah" "go home and change, then come back here and we'll go find a preacher." "okay." so they hunt down somebody to marry them, and even though they don't have a chupah and a ketubah like winifred and George once wanted for the wedding and even tho they can't have a big crowd of guests to block the way between bucky entering the church and steve at the altar to then also rob him blind for the people's bridewealth as he literally fights his way through them for the chance to marry steve like sarah and joseph had insisted on, it's the perfect wedding for them. they don't have a honeymoon, they spend their wedding night turning the key on their music box over and over so it never stops playing.

"you know you gotta stop turning tricks now right" "ask me again when you have a bigger salary" "I'll just write my parents they'll be so thrilled I'm still alive let alone you that they'll dump buckets of money on us" "your... wait... have you been dirt poor this entire time by choice?" "..." "???" "yes?"

their first marital fight is fought with pillows.

[moraymoth]

 JAMES BLACKBURN HEADCANON AND NOTES BY DEVI MORAYMOTH

jorkfolfe hinted and tw for mean parent.

 Felix Wolfe really, really wants Blackburn in his gang, of course, probably because he knows he’s been going against Edward - however, what if there was more for it? This isn’t canon or anything, this is headcanons as a heads-up. I don’t mind if you disagree either.

James, of course, denies each and every time when Felix offers that odd thing and makes a scene; as said, James openly goes against Ed.

 So, what if, in the past - James and Felix used to be extremely close. Say throughout elementary up until 7th or 8th grade? They knew everything about each other, even if one was more melodramatic they would have got along and SOMEWHAT evened each others personalities out and James was relatively content and comfortable with this whole thing compared to how extreme or angry they act now. 

 So I’d say, like, middle school crushes type shit. You know?? That leads into a small idea I have of James’ family. I call James Jameson for this exact reason as well. Mr Blackburn, a short mean old man with a raspy voice and a flat expression. I’d say he’s homophobic, extremely homophobic - and with the two of them being middle school crushes and Mr Blackburn finding this out would make things absolutely horrible.

  Basically a, ‘if youre gay i’ll kill the both of you and you aren’t my son if you don’t follow in MY tracks’. Again, when I say Mr Blackburns short I mean like 5’0 short. 

 In return, James got so scared to the point he began to distance himself from Felix and get pretty pissed and angry overtime mainly at himself for doing something like that - which makes Felix more hopeless in his eyes, which since he was already acting out a bit in the past it gradually got even more extreme. Should probably throw in there, I feel like Felix and James are both seniors.

 Felix wants to befriend James again, and I can heavily think that he may already have an inverted letterman waiting for him somewhere on hand or in a bag or in his car. Since Felix would technically know where James lives(I see the idea here where only Felix knows since James may not bring the Basketball team over at all due to his fuckass dad and hes afraid for them) so Felix will stop by with gift baskets, in which James will only keep one or two things or throw the whole goddamn thing away as much as he wants to see that boy. Felix would also beg James’ parents to see him and talk to him again, which that’s actually pretty crazy to think about but what more do you expect from Felix? Either Demand and Beg or just demand it straightout with the door being shut completely on him.

 The Jameson name comes from the idea that’s his government name, and being called Jameson triggers something in his brain where he’s like don’t EVER call me that. It’s why everyone calls him James, or such as the basketball team may not know about the name all that much. The reason he hates it is because of his Dad naming him that. Jameson also means “Son of James” (Could be funny if his dads name was Jayson or James too but.)

 James has a hard time showing his care, obviously, and it’s probably affected him up in the basketball team as well since his home life (i.e mainly his dad…).

 I also feel like James’ family does magic shit or have demonic connections, more so than the Wolfes, mainly with the dark arts. They use blood to their advantage when doing it, since instead of a spellbook like Lous family or Felix using papers for it, or it being a supernatural powers - they can use the blood to make any spell although on the darker side of things with a few chants. If they do end up using books, it is written by the person who knows those things (Such as James having his own written one, called The Book of Shadows in a particular language and all the spells hand made by him) In which, that would be why Mr Blackburn and Mr Wolfe may have been close in the past as well (just not gay) to where their sons would have met, only for them to be torn apart by the same people who introduced them to eachother. (James would have done magic too then.) 

 James, on the dark magic end, used to do it as well. However, since then, he has not done it since he feels like it hurts people around him (such as something bad always happens after he does it and he regrets it heavily)

 James does not want to be like his dad at all, but he’s following in his steps because he’s afraid for the people around him, it’s why he shut Felix out. He didn’t want him to get harmed, nor did he want to think being gay was good (because of the thoughts Mr Blackburn injected into him.)

Jameson also has horribly bad anger, that much is obvious in IBVS all together - but this can be added on here. He bottles his anger up to a point he hurts anyone in his vicinity because he doesn’t know how to contain it or handle it at all. This leads into him accidentally punching one of his friends - regretting it and storming off out of fear they’ll hate him. 

 This could add into Felix wanting Ed to fuck off thinking he’s also causing grief upon James 

in which, he is unknowingly actually doing that with this whole change thing < will lead upon later

So, to that one poem in James’ redesigned reference sheet, to Felix, James is a star that got flew way too close (got caught) and now he feels he has to save him and all. ^ Relates to a song on the Jorkfolfe List (this post may also help you guys learn more about such songs on the jorkfolfe list.) Mr Blackburn has also cursed Mr Lopez to the point he has almost died, however Ms Lopez can keep him stable. Louis and Laurel are afr to scared to enter that room since they don’t want to see their father ill (he’s no longer on his death bed, just extremely sickly). ^ Mr Lopez is a really really good dad. He’s just sickly and his kids are scared to see their parent hurt.

Anything related to Felix that James may have was all mainly thrown away by Mr Blackburn while James was begging him not to do that at all. So, He had to hide very few things from his dad that he wanted to keep (a photo of him and felix hidden in a spot in his closet around 6th grade). A play on skeletons in his closet. Jameson also, as said, wouldn’t use Jameson in the basketball team at all. This gives Felixs reason a bit more depth and a bit more to James refusing to go with Felix, in which, in the end he may actually head off to his side any way.

A key point in one of the servers I was describing this to, was, ‘A fight between Xavier Jackson and Mr Blackburn would be great’.

I feel like James’ family also leans into the more gothic side of things, which would be a crazy change from the more normal looking parents (i.e antonio, janet, william, etc). His house probably has a spiked metal fence around it tucked deep into the darkest area of foxfield as well. Probably also a dead tree in their yard? ^ James’ room is likely similar, but I feel like he would have a lot of skulls that are real, or bones for that matter. Which would be extremely fun if anyone woul draw it (probably me if i do do that) where his room has shelves and stuff with plenty of skulls, and of course those volumes of dark spells tucked into it.

 He is greatly afraid of change, because he’s already had to make so much change between him and Felix so he doesn’t want to see himself forgotten by the basketball team nor have to distance himself. Since Edward may have helped him in some shape or form, which is highly likely that everyone in Edwards group has helped James in some way. When the group changes, even if it’s very little, he starts to grow a sudden dislike because of the worries he has stored away. However, it does rock back and forth in his head due to Mr Blackburns actions and how they have always affected him and his relationships. Whether for better or for worse the changing is, he’s scared. He thinks Isaac is going to change Edward(and his attitude makes him unbelievably mad), he thinks he’s going to lose Ed who will stop being friends with him just as he did with Felix (not because he likes ed unless you, the reader, portray it such as,) because of Isaac. It’s not just James’ interalized homophobia, it’s more than that.

If he does move onto Felixs side, he would have to fight his interalized homophobia further (I see felix being an absolute freak and kind of a flirt and it makes him EXTREMELY pissed off), but the even bigger change will drive him even more insane because of Felixs group (mainly evil justin… if you read his sheet, he’s EXTREMELY clingy.) and they could possibly bring out more bad then good in James (not ethan because ethan either switched sides and if he stayed is far too anxiety ridden or nervous to do so. Also hes probably the sweetest out of all of them.)

 A song I wanted to do with these two were, 

Tim, I wish you were born a girl by of Monteral   Which i still really want to do but it would be more exciting to do it with a surprise.

 Speaking with that member more, you know who you are, James definitely sucks at communication horribly and probably doesn’t want anyone to know whats going on with his dad at home. The day James cut Felix off was, he said (which is why people keep drawing it), ‘Felix… I wish you were born a girl.’ Before up and leaving that other boy there where he tried to tell him he had to leave in which Felix watched the other leave, saying- ‘jameson- wait–’ before James disappeared into the background. Of course Felix may still try and interact, but we know James would either avoid or lash out.

 One line that person said was, ‘not mr blackburn trying to mold james into him in the worst way’ James may really really want to go back to Felix, but he doesn’t want Felix (or himself) hurt in the process. 

 The scars upon James in the redesign is NOT from his father though, because James seems like the angry and blinded by rage type - he has had plenty of fights over things with other people at school. They would of course scab, in which James would pick at them either way making the other jocks try and stop him from picking at them however they still end up in scars.

 I wouldn’t think Mr Blackburn would put his hands on him (maybe a bit, but not often… probably a quick smack across the face or using a spatula. We don’t talk about the spatula part though getting his with a spatula hurts REALLY BAD.) but mainly yell and freak out on him, to the point he hits a wall or the table and freaks out further - in which James wouldn’t flinch anymore at it because he’s grown numb to it. If he does hurt him in a smaller fit of rage, he’s either grabbing him by the ear or yanking his earring which is why he’s missing one.

He’s likely attacked teachers too.

James has nothing but taking it out on the people around him, or buildings. He has a lot of rings on his hands I feel like, and he would punch the walls of the outdoor of a building until theyre bleeding and bruised.

 He hurts his friends too, but he regrets it heavily and doesn’t think before he does it - and he blames himself even after months have passed.

Obviously, his friends would understand this and would reassure him but it doesn’t make it okay because they did infact get hurt and he knows that.

 When James gets really upset or mad, the one who can probably hold him still and comfort him best is Cody - for one, because he’s basically the basketball players tank and can keep him still, and for two Cody is basically a big teddy bear (like ethan possibly is to the packe, who can calm Felix in perhaps the same manner?)

 Justin would have invited everyone to the group, except Louis inviting James. So basically it would go, in my eyes, Justin invited, Justin has been friends with Louis since they were little so Louis is invited, then Louis invites James, then Justin invites Cody. There. That’s how it goes in my opinion (and headcanons). I really like this idea in my head too I’ve teased on a few times. James takes care of crows and ravens, having fed them a lot. It’s probably one of his soft spots too. They tend to stick around him a lot because they know they can trust him. I saw this one thing of this crow waiting everyday for this little kid to get home from school, only let him pet it, and would always check on him. Which I find absolutely adorable in all manners. So, in my brain, it went, aww James would actually be really cute with birds similar to that.

 Some of these crows are blind, missing a limb such as a leg or a wing or maybe is deaf. He treats them.

The two I have in my head have names and personalities. The crow would be called Pestilence, a female crow who is extremely noisy and chaotic. She tends to curse, due to picking up on James’ constant swear words. She also torments people around James if she feels like it, but her favorite spot to hide or sleep is in James’ letterman hood. She likes to mock people around her, and she loves making noise when she gets gifts for James even if it’s as simple as a piece of wood. When Felix is around with James and shes there, she’ll stick her beak in his ear or peck his face and then laugh about it. James relies on her to speak about the way he is feeling sometimes, but sometimes she leaves for some time since she’s still technically a wild bird.

 The raven would be called Bionic, with a hand-made little leg though flimsy. She’s also pretty chaotic, but is a lot softer around the edges. Her favorite part is to sing songs that James may listen to - and she likes saying, ‘boop boop’. She also rests on his head, cleaning his hair even if he doesn’t need it. ^

May possibly update said post if I feel like it.

possible doodled designs below.

needed mentions : @moldieecheese (since you love jameson), @qhostpi22 (you wished to be tagged), @jamesblackburnn1fan @over-dvse