#Caretaking Sofia

[yanderejustforyou]

Can you please do touch started/possesive Sofia Falcone x fem reader? More Sofia being vulnerable and soft when she is alone with her girlfriend

The city outside was unforgiving as always, its chaos mirrored in the harsh lines of Sofia Falcone’s life. But here, in the quiet sanctuary of her penthouse, with you, she let herself be something she couldn’t afford to be anywhere else—soft. Vulnerable.

Sofia positioned herself near the window, her silhouette a striking contrast against the shimmering city lights beyond. Her tailored trousers, perfectly fitted, lent a sharpness to her demeanor—an unyielding nature that demanded respect and admiration. But tonight, with the moonlight cascading over her high cheekbones and emphasizing the intensity of her azure gaze, it was you who captured her attention. It was you who captivated her thoughts as she stood lost in a moment of contemplation, caught between who she was and who she longed to be.

“You don’t have to stand there,” you said gently, patting the plush sofa invitingly next to you, as if to create a bridge between the emotional distance that still hung in the air. The softness of your voice, combined with the warmth radiating from your proximity, wrapped around her like a comforting blanket.

Sofia hesitated, her jaw tightening, her posture poised like a soldier preparing for an unseen battle. It was a familiar stance, one that betrayed the conflict nested deep within her—a war between her instincts and the burgeoning feelings that threatened to unravel the careful control she maintained at all times. Mustering her courage, she finally took a step towards you, her footsteps nearly silent against the luxurious fabric of the thick rug underfoot. When she sank down beside you, the closeness of your bodies created an electric yet tender connection. Her thigh pressed against yours, but even in this intimate space, she carried herself with the weight of uncertainty, afraid to fully lean in, to take more than she thought she deserved.

You reached out, your fingers gingerly brushing against hers, a delicate initiation of trust and connection. “It’s okay,” you whispered, the words a soothing balm against the turmoil of her thoughts.

At the touch, her hand twitched under yours—a moment that felt precarious, as if she were teetering on the brink of vulnerability. Just when you feared she might pull away, she defied those expectations, turning her palm upward and lacing her fingers with yours. Her grip was strong, almost desperate, each pulse of her heartbeat echoing the fear that you might vanish if she loosened hold.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she admitted, her voice barely rising above the ambient noise of the city outside. It was a raw confession that stripped away the layers of her carefully curated persona, laying bare the trepidation she felt within.

“Do what?” you prompted, though you already suspected the answer.

“Be… this person. With you. It’s not who I am,” she replied, the admission tasting bittersweet on her tongue.

You leaned in closer, resting your head against her shoulder, feeling the rigidity in her frame begin to soften. “It doesn’t have to come naturally. You don’t have to know everything right away. We’ll figure it out together,” you said, leaving no room for her insecurities to fester in silence.

Sofia exhaled a shaky breath, the tension in her body palpable as her free hand rose to brush through your hair. The initial touch was tentative, as if she was afraid of disrupting the fragile moment between you. But when you leaned into her touch, encouraging and warm, she began to relax, her fingers tangling in your locks with an earnestness that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

“You make it sound so simple,” she murmured, a hint of skepticism lacing her voice.

“Because it is,” you assured her, tilting your head to catch her gaze, your eyes earnest. “You’re allowed to want this, Sofia. You’re allowed to want me.”

In that moment, something within her softened, the rigid lines of her carefully constructed facade beginning to crumble under the weight of your sincerity. “You don’t know how dangerous that is,” she replied, her voice tinged with an urgency that sent a shiver down your spine.

You smiled, your fingers tightening around hers, grounding her in the moment. “I don’t care. You’re worth it.”

Then, with a tenderness that felt transformative, Sofia leaned in. Her lips brushed against your forehead in a gentle kiss that felt like a confession, a promise, a step into the unknown beside you. When she pulled back, resting her forehead against yours, her expression was imbued with a longing that went far beyond the physical—a desire rooted deep in the very core of her being, trembling with the weight of unspoken emotions.

“Stay with me. Just… stay.”

“Always,” you whispered in response, wrapping your arms around her in a comforting embrace.

“Always.”

Sofia’s fingers tightened around you, her hand trembling slightly against yours. You felt the tension in her body—years of restraint, loneliness, and control fighting against the tenderness you offered her so freely. She leaned into you further, her breath warm against your neck.

she whispered, her voice soft but desperate. “Please.”

Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in her tone. You shifted, cupping her face with both hands, your thumbs brushing along her sharp cheekbones. She closed her eyes at the contact, leaning into your palms like someone who hadn’t known warmth in years.

“I’ve got you,” you murmured, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Her breath hitched as you pressed another kiss to her temple, then her cheek, your lips moving with a careful reverence that made her shudder. Her hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured, her voice breaking.

“I won’t,” you promised, your lips finding hers in a soft, lingering kiss.

Sofia melted against you, her hands clutching at your back as though afraid you might disappear. The kiss deepened, her desperation bleeding through in the way her fingers roamed over you, mapping every inch of your body she could reach.

When you finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, her breathing ragged. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

You shook your head, your hands sliding down to rest on her shoulders. “You deserve everything, Sofia. Let me show you.”

Her eyes met yours, and for the first time, you saw them unguarded—raw and full of longing. She reached for your hands, bringing them to her lips and pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. “Stay with me. Don’t let go.”

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into an embrace that spoke louder than words. Her head rested against your chest, and you could feel the rapid beat of her heart against yours.

“Never,” you whispered.

[acosmist001]

Some of my favourite modern au skk fanfics on ao3 so you can enjoy them with me <3

1) Family Semantics by Seedus, a cute au where Dazai is a father to a girl named Mio, and Chuuya is rich. Lots of fluff and idiots in love.

2) See You Through My Eyes by lupinletter, where Dazai adopts Odasakus orphans and Chuuya is a teacher. Similar to the first one but just as good.

3) teenage nightmares commit atrocities by forever wandering, not quite modern au but close enough, teenage skk go to a fancy highschool and chaos ensues.

4) cracking locks by clustersorrow, some angst but its so good. Basically Shirase is an asshole and Chuuya finds family with Dazai and the Flags.

5) the whole sofia's relationship reveals series by xxalwayssofia, all of them are fantastic go check them out!

6) The act of being human by purplesan, kid Dazai gets robot Chuuya as a new caretaker.

7) Dial Tones by SapphireSunstone, a chat log between wrong number au skk. Slight Yosano/Kouyou but minor.

8) The Best Worst Thing by BloomingAlyssum, Dazai breaks both arms and Chuuya is forced to help. Not Modern au but it's too cute to leave out.

9) Daddy Mori by sendosenpai, a pure crackfic and is hilarious. Mori's still a mafia boss but abuses his privileges and uses his power to spy on his five kids.

10) Empire of Dirt by arkastadt, very angsty but so good at the same time. A bored rich Dazai and Garden boy Chuuya, who get ripped apart and yet find each other again years later.

[cartoon-brainrot]

So for the child of evil AU

I find it absolutely hilarious on how scrooge thought of Louie as his child with just 2 things being the eye color and louie just calling goldie mom without thinking about any other possibilities like "oh maybe she took in an orphan" or something

Also do you think Boyd would also be friends with louie in this AU, considering how doofus (his new profound big brother) is friends with him.

What about webby? Does she ever gets a chance to be introduced to doofus and becomes friends or do they not know eachother during this AU

If they do meet eachother and they become a friend group I wonder what adventures they would have?

Also have you ever thought of how the villains needing to help one another to take care of Louie, like let's say louie is being left with Mark beaks AND Don Karnage

SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY, SCHOOL’S BEEN CRAZY BUSY! I promise I’m working on all your asks <33

But yes, Scrooge definitely went on with a little more than “he called her mom” especially because he knows he isn’t the only one Goldie seduced in her life!

Talking about BOYD, Doofus and Webby, they’d definitely be a friend group! A chaotic one at that-

Doofus will be jealous of BOYD because they’re both attached to Louie, yes, but Doofus is more chaotic than BOYD, and we all know how Louie is about chaos!

They’d definitely get along, though! BOYD and Louie still meet at Doofus’s party, but this time Mark Beaks stops Doofus from setting BOYD on Louie, and fixes his code! Which, goes down the drain the moment BOYD learns how to write his own code!

Webby and Doofus are certainly interesting, because they’d surely be enemies at first, both competing for Louie’s N. 1 Friend spot, especially since they’re both new to friendship- and BOYD doesn’t really get that concept yet.

And regarding the villains…

Goldie definitely trusts Ma Beagle and Mark Beaks more, mostly because Ma Beagle is an actual mother, and knows the basics of caretaking- and Mark Beaks is easily manipulated, so Louie can make him do whatever he wants!

But if she really has to pair the babysitters up, she has the pairs picked out!

Ma Beagle - Glomgold

Magica - Mark Beaks or Don Karnage - Mark Beaks!

Don Karnage rarely gets to hang out with Louie, because Goldie knows he’s a part of FOWL and Magica because she was horrible to Lena so she does NOT trust them at all, which is why she leaves both with Mark Beaks because, weirdly enough, he’s the one she trusts more!

Finally!

This took me so long, it’s probably the longest ask I’ve received!

(Don’t mind the fact that I can’t seem to decide which style to use, I am STILL figuring it out)

(Song BOYD and Louie are singing is “All You Need” from Sofia the first)

(Also click for higher resolution <3)

(Also so sorry for the late responses, I promise I’m reading all asks and working on each one of them, school is just keeping me VERY busy)

[hauntedif]

Haunted is a darker sci-fi 18+ interactive fiction where you make certain choices that will control the narrative.

Demo - Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Part 1 (18,888 words with coding) - Updated 01/02/2025

The story follows you, a scientist known as Dr. Moreau, as you find out that your sister, who disappeared a year ago, is alive.

The only problem is that she is trapped on an island of the forgotten.

A place filled with experiments, some that were successful and some that were not.

Still, you make the choice to go and rescue her.

Though, there is another problem: the successful experiments have begun to revolt; they wish for freedom.

Are you going to help them or stop them?

Do you feel guilty for your part in their creation, or are you indifferent because all you did was your job?

And what role does your sister have in all of this?

Your Boss: RO

Name: Anwir Scarrow

Gender: Male

Age: 33 years old at the start of the story

Description:

You will never see him angry or worried, he mostly keeps himself aloof.

He prefers to be seen as a flirt and a jokester. His employees love him, but his competitors fear him.

And you, you've known him the longest, but no matter how much you try, is there a possibility to know the real him?

Physical description:

You will never catch him with messy hair. His dark brown hair is always kept short and slicked back.

Though he keeps himself mostly busy and away from the sun, his rosy skin is clean and smooth, same can be said for his physique.

But do be careful, never look into his eyes for too long. You won't like what you see in those hazel eyes of his.

Leader of Revolution: RO

Name: Osian Pauper

Gender: Male

Age: 26 years old at the start of the story

Description:

Even though he is the leader of the said Revolution, Osian is someone very closed off to strangers and people he doesn't know well.

Often thought of as cold and off-putting, Osian is a very emotionally stunted person, who is never able to voice his true feelings.

Physical description:

Born to a mixed couple, Osian is a mix of a Chinese mother and a Welsh father. As a child, he was told by his grandparents that he took more after his mother, rather than his father.

His black hair is kept as a buzz cut, after [REDACTED].

His dark eyes are always filled with warmth when looking at people he cares about.

???: RO

Name: [READACTED BY XXX]

Gender: Female

Age: 30 years old at the start of the story

Description:

You cannot remember…

Why can't you remember?

Physical description:

You remember her brown eyes that would often turn gold under the sun.

Her voice, was it soft or sarcastic?

How long has it been since you saw her last?

Your Sister:

Name: Sofia Moreau

Gender: Female

Age: 26 years old at the start of the story

Description:

As her main caretaker, she saw you as the only person she could truly trust, whether that was true or not.

Often people would tell you how good, kind, and friendly your sister was.

Now, you wonder what has become of her.

Physical description:

You and her share very little physically. She is a carbon copy of your father, and you, taking mostly after your mother.

However, there is something you share, your eyes. From their color to their shape.

Sofia prefers her hair a bit shorter, reaching just a bit past her shoulder, it was straight and pastel pink the last time you saw your sister.

MINOR CHARACTERS:

Your Assistant:

Name: Susan Ashmore

Gender: Female

Age: 40 years old at the start of the story

Description:

You've never met someone who spoke either with sarcasm or plain rude words.

It is exactly a year of your and Susan's partnership when the story begins.

As your assistant, Susan is both a Godsend and the Devil's second in command.

Physical description:

With a honey blonde pixie cut and stormy grey eyes, Susan is a terror of a woman, both to interns and you.

New Agent: (possible Minor RO)

Name: Olivia Brown

Gender: Female

Age: 28 years old at the start of the story

Description:

As a new agent, Olivia is an active and impulsive woman.

Easily excitable, she never stops talking.

From dumb jokes to attempts at flirting, Olivia is an unpredictable force.

Physical description:

Like her bubbly personality, Olivia is colored with warm colors.

Brown doe eyes and curly brown hair, with tan skin color.

For a woman trained to kill without a thought, she looks far too innocent.

30% of the game has been mapped out.

Since it's still being worked on, some characters will be introduced or changed in the future.

Comments and asks are welcome

- Choose your gender (male or female), personality and sexuality

- Try to atone for your sins or be consumed by them

- Be haunted by your older brother

- Romance 1 of 3 Ro's

- Make choices and deal with consequences

Another quick note;

Since this is only the beginning of the story, please keep in mind that many things will change.

~ Nui

[plausible-possible-perhaps]

can I say. can I say. we are all talking about the ending with Eve because of how much it shows Oz' oedipus complex but him? as a white man ? who has capital and political power? forcibly (cause she got no real choice here) casting Eve, a black woman, in the role of a mother figure? as a completely depersoned vehicle for him to project onto, as a mommy-caretaker for his emotional needs who has to tell him she loves him and is proud of him so she doesn't risk him using his power and status as a white man to hurt her and the marginalised community she's part of? chills. genuinely messed up

Hi, Anon! I really thought Eve was going to somehow make it out, and one thing I've noticed is how Oz often gives his female counterparts a fate worse than death. Francis is now forever stuck with her psychotic son, unable to move or speak (as he also broke his promise to prevent that). Sofia would much rather have died than be sent back to Arkham, but Oz used her as a scapegoat and put her in her own personal hell. And now Eve, a woman who was basically betrayed by the man she thought she could trust, is essentially being forced into this demented role-play.

It's important to remember how Eve was fully prepared to die for her girls when Sofia visited her apartment. So when she realized Oz enabled their murders, Eve didn't mind selling him out. She is completely sound-of-mind and knows what dangers linger as Oz lives, but she's given no choice but to put on a facade and pretend like she doesn't know anything, pretend that she's his mother and proud of him. So yes, as Selina said in the first movie, the powerful white men of Gotham only care for their own. Oz, despite the sweet way he talks and how he makes it out like he advocates for the discarded, doesn't care about anyone but himself. I think he could know Eve fears/hates him, but as long as she "stays in line," he'll keep her around-- but there is never a doubt that when he's threatened, Oz won't hesitate to throw Eve out to the wolves, just as he did with his own crew, Sofia, and Vic.

He's such a despicable character; he's a rat, a cheat, every name in the book. He lies to others in an attempt to keep up his "man of the people" delusion. He uses all three persuasive techniques, but none of them are true. There is a sliver of myself that wants to believe that Eve is somehow in contact with Selina, and that she won't have to stay hostage forever; hence Sofia's smile while reading the letter, knowing that Oz will never be safe, but I don't know.

ALSO ALSO! I keep hearing about the "Eve is Clayface" theory! Basically, Eve Karlo is the equivalent to Basil Karlo (the original Clayface), and Sofia's comment on which "face" Eve will wear at a given time is quite...interesting. I'm not sure if I believe it, per say, but if it means that another rogue is going to have it out for Oz, I support it!

[thatbadassbree]

I really do feel that Sofia may end up putting Francis in a blender come the finale. She wants vengeance and has no qualms about getting even (it's beyond an eye for an eye at this point). This also makes me wonder if Francis will ever find out the truth about what really happened to her sons at the hands of their brother. Let's not forget that trauma causes the mind to deteriorate (possible link to her dementia). It's clear that she became dependent upon Oz once his brothers tragically died(disappeared) and he accepted this role as caretaker because of what he did. It doesn't appear that they even had a proper funeral because they never retrieved their bodies smh.

All in all...I just have a funny feeling that this particular sin of Oz's is going to resurface again in the worst way. Like a confession a dying person will make on their death bed. It's going to come back to haunt him and Francis in the end. Actions have consequences.

[holy-obsession-batman]

Masterpost

was time I did one of those

Prompts

The Dick Grayson auction

Slade's Blüdhaven

reverse Robin: Dick & Jason, Tim & Steph

mafia reverse robin: snippet 1

Bruce & Talon!Dick age swap, Talon!Selina

Sphinx: Tim as the Riddler's sidekick

Ways To Assassinate A Princess Without Getting Your Emotional Support Fishgirl Killed (Creature Commandos time loop)

Tokyo Ghoul x DC (several different crossovers planned)

prompt 1

art

PJO x DC

replace Mirage with a god <3

poll for the bastitch god/dess

Politics hc

Mari Grayson at CHB hc

crack take at demigoddess Mari Grayson shenanigans

poll for Jason Grace's favorite superhero

poll for Leo Valdez's favorite superhero

MHA X DC

lore

Other

#onlyinGotham: How to recognize a Rogue from a urban legend

Bruce and Cass

Bad batboys

HTTYD!Dick & Jason

about Jason's problem with the no kill rule

Black clothes contest: Bruce Wayne vs Sofia Gigante poll

Halluci-Jason fic recs

Thoughts on Creature Commandos’ ending: 1, 2, 3, 4

Not DC masterlist (on my main blog)

Planned:

UDRH but Dick is babysitting Rose Wilson.

reverse Robin: Cass & Damian, Huntress & Azraël, Babs, Gotham Academy shenanigans

Mafia reverse Robin.

Mafia!Dick Grayson crash UDRH.

Post Blockbuster!Dick Grayson goes full Richie.

TGxDC: Ayato & Hinami in the LoA. LoA!Hinami as Damian's caretaker. Hinami as Killer Croc's adopted daughter.

PJO x DC: Mari Grayson as daughter of Aphrodite

MHA x DC: Titans meet UA. Also: What do you mean your government doesn't have a Suicide Squad

[lostsyren]

Im so convinced that Rafe x Sofia x Barry dynamic is the sweetest girl you have ever met and her two guard dogs <3

So trueeee 100% agree!! Like if anything happened to her they’d be in attack mode. And I feel as if the reason why she has such an affinity for her two boys, is because they have a wildness and turbulence in them that she admires/craves.

Like she can just let go around them. She doesn’t need to put on her customer service facade like she does working at the club, she doesn’t need to be the responsible, caretaking older sister her family sees her as– she can just be Sofia, and let loose and have fun around these guys.

And I think Rafe and Barry admire/crave her purity and love. Both of them have been so alone and emotionally sequestered, that when it’s just them two bouncing off of each other it can get brutal and violent. Sofia balances them out and mellows them down. There’s a softness in her that Rafe and Barry are unused to, and they’re careful not to roughen her up by their many edges (though she wishes they wouldn’t be as cautious, she likes them as they are).

[painterfriend]

Summary (VERY SIMPLIFIED VER) of what happened with Cellbit, Richas, Forever and the Federation, for those who may have gotten a little lost.

Order of events:

During Cellbit's break (he did not stream for 2 days) someone, probably Max, decided to show all of the server one cringe tv ad Cellbit did many years ago.

Obviously, Cellbit was embarrassed by this. But out of nowhere, he started acting really weird. He started being mean to eggs, and isolating himself away from other people.

He eventually betrays everyone by saying he wanted to have 100% of Richa's paternity, told everyone he'd join the Fed and wouldn't leave the island. Pretty much said he'd do anything if it meant Richas was safe, and told Forever breaking the rules was a bad idea as it would endanger the eggs.

This caused a huge commotion as it was all very sudden- causing everyone to dislike him. Forever is especially hurt by this and they become enemies.

Cucurucho accepts and brings him to The Hospital, shows him things no one's seen before, such as confirming there are more than 1 Cucurucho.

MEANWHILE

Quackity gets notice of what has happened, convinces Richas that he's better off with him than with Forever and Cellbit.

Quackity "kidnaps" Richas and brings him to a place far away from society. He manipulates Richas into thinking he's not safe with his Brazilian parents.

Before this happens, Richas leaves notes for Cellbit and Forever.

Pac and Mike end up finding these notes, then proceed to notify Forever, and Forever tells them what happened with Cellbit.

BadBoyHalo decides to help Forever find Richas, and they eventually DO find him.

Forever tells Richas to go back. He does agrees with Quackity's point- maybe Richas should stay away from Cellbit and himself while this goes on. But Quackity does not have the resources to keep Richas safe, nor does log in everyday, so he comes to the conclusion that it's better for him to stay over with Pactw and Mike.

Forever talks about this to Richas and and then brings the idea over to Mike. Forever tells Mike to hide Richas as best as he can, and tells him to not tell ANYONE (not even himself) of the location. Mike agrees.

Richas is a bit cautious about this, as it seems Quackity's words frightened him, so Forever brings Mike over to have a talk with him. Forever then decides to leave them to have a private talk. Mike wasn't streaming, so we don't know what happened yet, but I guess it's safe to assume Pactw and Mike will be the main caretakers of Richas from now on.

BUT AS IT TURNS OUT

Cellbit had already planned his betrayal from way back then. He just didn't know when to do it, as betraying the great polycule would be extremely weird, without any reason, lowering his chances of being accepted by the Federation.

You see, he's not really "betraying" he's playing the long game here. He's playing mole, trying to find secret info from the inside.

Of course, NOBODY knew this. Not the streamers, not the fed, not the viewers and not sofia. He even avoided showing his plans on stream.

Cellbit went as far as to hide all of the things he's done, his files and changed SOFIA's password so that Max couldn't access it (more on that later).

The only person who got know more was Richas. Cellbit himself admitted it was risky telling this stuff to Richas, but the thought of Richas being disappointed in him made him too sad.

...So yeah. For the moment Cellbit's plan is being undercover, only to reveal everything later. He says he hopes he won't regret any of this.

As for Max, on Cellbit's files, he says he really doesn't trust him. Like how after making an alliance with the Fed, a code attempted on his life. afterall, the codes are the enemies of the Fed. But that's what makes Max so suspicious, he was attacked by the codes before. Not only that, he made SOFIA. It all indicates Max is hiding something.

This all up until today, 26/05. There's a whole ass document Cellbit made but it's already been translated @mooniebunny, check it out!

If I got something wrong here please tell me.

[nicole0806]

Looking for a caretaker

I’m a little my age range is 0-4. I want a caretaker who’s sweet and kind but will also set rules. I would like someone I can talk to on a normal basis and who won’t get mad at me easily. When I am little I love watching bluey and Sofia the first. I love to cuddle and color my favorite color is pink and purple. I’m ok with any nicknames . I am under the age of 18 so keep that in mind my age limit it 19. Depending on gender I might call you momma or dada if that makes you uncomfy plz let me know. are you ok with baby talk: dis is cazy, hewo, uppies, etc. if so you can dm me

[saltwater-inn]

Welcome to the Saltwater Inn! We sincerely hope you enjoy your stay!

We’re a recently discovered (Mid November, 2024) mediple system looking to mess around, have fun, and potentially make friends. This is just a quick way to get to know the system as a whole, our views, and for important information moving forward!

Quickly, let’s get this out of the way; we’re PRO-ENDO/TULPA + GOOD FAITH IDENTITIES along with ANTI-RADQUEER + TRANSID + TRANSRACIAL (only the tumblr definition) + ANYTHING ELSE IN THE SAME VEIN. We can’t stop any of them from interacting, but we block very liberally so consider that a warning. We’re also extremely uncomfortable with anything to do with pro/comships, and want to keep this blog completely syscourse free. If you try to initiate it with us, you’ll be blocked. If you put anything to do with it on our blog, you’ll be blocked. We’re not here to debate, and we’re not here to compromise on our boundaries.

Other than that, we enjoy everything to do with marine life, art, and horror! We’re also made up of majority fictives, and everyone is at least sourcemate and doubles neutral, so don’t worry about interacting with their posts. Just please treat them like you’d treat any other person. Roleplaying or acting like you know them very personally is incredibly uncomfortable for us. That being said, don’t be afraid to say hi and try to START UP friendships with sourcemates. Just be normal about it.

Below is all of the alters who feel comfortable being on this blog, and their signoffs along with brief introductions. Any future alters will make their own introduction posts as needed.

🍬 - Pepper, 19, she/ey, host/core

🍭 - Emmie, 15, ey/she, battery, Emu Otori fictive

🎀 - Lacey, 17, she/it, cassmate/apathy holder, Lacey Games fictive

🎈 - Yvie, 19, she/her, masker/socializer, Yuno Kashiki fictive

🎤 - Mimi, 19, she/her, anxiety holder/romanticist, Mizi (Alien Stage) fictive

🎨 - Ebony, 17, she/her, anger holder/artist, Ena Shinonome fictive

🎭 - Ranger, ageless, it/he/xe, not comfortable talking about roles, Rio Ranger fictive

👑 - Trick, 19, he/they/it, serpent/aggressor, Kokichi Ouma fictive

💄 - Diana, 19, she/her, optimist, Diana Venicia fictive

💅 - Jecka, 19, she/her, protector/caretaker, Jecka (Class of 09) fictive

💫 - North Star, 19, she/her, sexual protector/steward, octive

📸 - Sofia, 19, she/her, avenger/paranoia holder/assidumate, octive

🗝️ - Sara, 17, she/ze/zhir, dissonaut/tank, Sara Chidouin fictive

🧺 - Mari, 19, she/her, caretaker, Mari (Omori) fictive

🪄 - Betty, 24, she/they, romanticist/devotee, Betty Grof fictive

🪭 - Esme, 14, she/love, romanticist/caesian, Toshiko Kayura fictive

[yanderejustforyou]

Never Enough

Fandom: The Penguin (2024) Pairing: Sofia Falcone x Reader

The rain fell in relentless sheets, each drop a fat, cold hammer against the slick pavement. Gotham's neon signs, fractured and distorted through the downpour, painted the city in lurid, bleeding colors. It was a city perpetually shrouded in gloom, a place where the shadows felt heavier, the air thicker with unspoken betrayals. This city, with its labyrinthine alleys and towering skyscrapers, had a way of consuming people, stripping them bare and leaving only husks. It was the same city that had whispered promises of greatness, of purpose, a different life. But tonight, standing in the heart of its underbelly, you felt a chilling doubt. Had that promise been a cruel joke all along? Was this cold, unforgiving landscape all it had ever offered?

You stood now, the rain plastering your clothes to your skin, before her—Sofia Falcone. The very name sent a shiver tracing down your spine. She was the daughter of Carmine "The Roman" Falcone, the kingpin whose name echoed through the city's underbelly. More significantly, she was the woman who had woven herself into the very fabric of your being. It wasn't merely physical attraction, the magnetic pull of her dark, striking beauty. Nor was it just the intoxicating allure of power that clung to her like a second skin. It was something far deeper, a mirror reflecting the fractures in your own soul. You saw the same raw, aching vulnerability that hid beneath her carefully constructed mask. It was the broken pieces of her that called to the broken pieces of yourself, a silent, desperate plea echoing across the chasm between you.

"You shouldn’t be here," Sofia's voice cut through the storm's roar, each word sharp and cold as a shard of ice. It was a voice that could command armies and shatter hearts with equal ease. The cadence suggested a weary resignation, as if she'd spoken these words a thousand times before. "You know what this means, don’t you?" The question hung in the air, thick with unspoken threats and a bone-deep understanding of what was at stake.

Your breath hitched in your throat, the cold rain suddenly feeling like a physical weight. Her words pressed against your chest, each syllable a vise tightening around your heart. But the danger lurking in her tone, the palpable tension that crackled between you, wasn't the only thing that resonated. It was the rawness, the flicker of vulnerability that shone, however briefly, behind her calculated façade. It was that vulnerability that had always drawn you in, an irresistible siren’s song.

"I don’t care what it means," you said, the words trembling slightly, despite your desperate attempts at control. You had rehearsed this scenario countless times, imagined the words you would speak to her. Yet, faced with her icy gaze, your carefully planned bravado evaporated, revealing the stark truth beneath. "I can’t walk away from you, Sofia. I never could." The confession was raw, stripped bare of pretense - a testament to the deep hold she had on you.

She looked at you, her eyes the color of storm clouds, and you saw a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling beneath the surface. Confusion, pain, the deep, ingrained fear of allowing anyone to truly see her. You saw the wall she’d so diligently built, the carefully constructed barrier designed to keep everyone, especially you, at arm’s length. "You don’t understand," she said, her voice softer now, more fragile than you’d ever heard it. It was a whisper that bordered on a plea, a desperate attempt to convince herself as much as you. "You think you can fix me? You think you can save me from this life? It’s too late for me." Her tone carried a heavy weight of self-condemnation, a resigned acceptance of her own fate.

Instinctively, you reached out, your fingers brushing against the curve of her cheek. The contact sent a jolt through your system, an electric current that felt like both a lifeline and a death sentence. It was a burn so hot, so raw, that you had to pull back your hand, as if the intense heat would consume you entirely if you lingered. The physical sensation mirrored the burning conflict within both of you.

She looked at you, her gaze unflinching, as if she had anticipated the pain, the way your touch had managed to wound you both with its simple intimacy. It was a shared hurt, a silent testament to the impossibility of your connection.

“I never wanted this for you,” she whispered, the carefully constructed walls she had erected between you finally crumbling. The confession was a crack in her armor, revealing the woman beneath the hardened exterior. "I never wanted you to be a part of my world, because this world will ruin you." Her voice was laced with a raw vulnerability that tore at the very core of your being. It was an admission that brought with it a terrifying truth – her love for you was a burden, a curse she wished to spare you.

But you were already ruined, in ways you couldn't quite articulate. It had happened the moment you met her, the moment her darkness had entwined itself with your own. And even now, standing before the woman you loved, knowing that your very presence could be your mutual undoing, you were still unable to walk away. You were caught in her web, hopelessly, irrevocably.

“I’m already in your world, Sofia,” you said, your voice low and unwavering, your eyes locked on hers. It was a declaration, a promise you made not to her, but to yourself. “And no matter what happens, I’m not leaving.” The conviction in your voice was absolute, a defiant stand against a force that threatened to crush you both.

She closed her eyes, as if the sheer weight of your words were too much to bear. She was trying to shut you out, attempting to escape the undeniable pull of a love she knew was her own undoing. But even with her eyes tightly closed, a single tear escaped, tracing a glistening path down her cheek. It was that single tear that spoke volumes, a testament to the depth of the emotion buried beneath the surface, the feelings she had tried so desperately to suppress.

"You have no idea what you’re saying," she whispered, her voice a raw mixture of anguish and self-loathing. The pain in her voice was palpable, a confirmation of the darkness that plagued her. "I’ll destroy you, and I’ll destroy myself. It’s only a matter of time." Her words were a chilling prophecy, a stark warning of the future that awaited both of you. She had accepted her fate, resigned to a life where love was only a prelude to destruction.

And that was the truth, wasn’t it? You both knew it, deep within your bones. Your love was a doomed romance, a moth drawn to a flame, destined to be burned. No matter how much you tried to cling to it, no matter how bravely you fought for it, there would never be a happy ending for you. Your love story was a tragedy pre-written, a symphony of heartbreak playing out beneath the unforgiving gaze of Gotham’s neon lights.

The days that followed were nothing more than a blur of pain. Each moment spent with Sofia was like walking through fire. She kept her distance, kept her walls up, but the cracks were there—small, barely noticeable—but they were enough. Enough for you to see how deeply she was hurting. How much she was trying to push you away, yet how much she needed you.

But you couldn’t leave. You couldn’t.

Even when her father’s enemies circled closer. Even when the danger threatened to pull you both under.

One night, you found yourself in the back office of one of her father’s businesses. The air was thick with smoke, the tension palpable. Sofia stood at the desk, her fingers drumming nervously against the wood.

"You should leave," she said, without looking at you. Her voice was quiet, but the edge was unmistakable. "It’s not safe here."

“I’m not going anywhere, Sofia,” you said, your voice firm, but there was a tremor beneath it, betraying your own fear. "You can’t push me away."

Her eyes flicked to yours, dark and unreadable. "You don’t understand," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "You never will. You’re not a part of this life. You don’t belong here."

"I don’t belong anywhere without you," you said, your heart pounding as you took a step forward. "I’m not leaving you. I will never leave you."

Sofia’s breath hitched, and for a moment, you thought she might let her guard down. She might actually let you in. But then she did what she always did. She recoiled, pushing you away before you could get too close.

"You think this is love?" she asked bitterly, her words laced with scorn. "You think this is love when all I do is hurt everyone I touch? When all I do is destroy? How long do you think it’ll take before I destroy you too?"

You reached for her, but she flinched back, her face contorting with a mix of pain and rage. "You’re the one who’ll end up destroyed," she spat, her voice shaking with the weight of what she knew was coming. "This—this can’t end any other way."

You gritted your teeth, your chest tight with emotion. "I don’t care. I would rather be destroyed by you than live without you."

The silence between you two was suffocating, both of you caught in the tangled mess of love and hatred, of the past and the future that would never come. She was right—you were both doomed. But that didn’t change the fact that you would fight for her until there was nothing left.

The final time you saw Sofia, it was on a rain-soaked night much like the first. The world outside felt like it was crashing down around you, but even so, you walked toward her with that same defiance in your heart. You had never given up on her, even when you knew, deep down, that it was a lost cause.

She was standing by the window, staring out at the city. The same city that had both broken and shaped her into the woman she was. The same city that would swallow her whole, just like it would swallow you if you allowed it.

"Sofia," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the dim light. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you. I will always love you."

She didn’t turn around, but her body trembled. "Don’t," she said softly, her voice breaking. "Don’t say that. Don’t make this harder than it already is."

Your heart ached as you walked closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I can’t walk away from you, Sofia. I’ve tried. But I can’t. I won’t."

She turned around then, her eyes filled with unshed tears, her face a mask of regret. "You don’t understand," she repeated, the desperation clear in her voice. "I will ruin you. I’ll drag you down into this hell I’ve made for myself. You’ll never be the same after this."

"I don’t care," you said, your voice hoarse with emotion. "I don’t care if it destroys me. I just want you to know that I will always be here. No matter what."

Sofia’s lip quivered as she took a step back. "I can’t love you like this," she said, her voice shaking. "I can’t drag you through this darkness with me."

"You’re not dragging me," you whispered, your hand reaching for hers. "I’m walking into it with you. Because I choose you."

For a moment, you thought she might actually break. That maybe, just maybe, she would give in. That the years of isolation, the years of suffering she had endured, would finally break, and she would let you love her.

But then the walls slammed down, harder than ever before.

She pulled her hand away, stepping back. "You don’t get it," Sofia whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of a thousand unsaid things. "I will destroy everything we have. I will destroy you."

And that was it. The moment when you knew that no matter how hard you fought, no matter how deeply you loved her, it was never going to be enough.

Her love—if it could even be called that—was as broken as she was. It was too late to fix either of you.

And you realized, with a shattering certainty, that you were both always doomed. Doomed to never be enough for each other. Doomed to suffer.

And so, as she walked away from you, you felt it.

The end.

The final loss.

And all you could do was stand there, shattered, broken, waiting for the emptiness to consume you whole.

Because in the end, even your love wasn’t enough to save either of you.

[teecupangel]

What if after Desmond runs away from the farm instead of ending up in the city he finds himself where his ancestors are at the same age

Also side idea that I had while typing runaway Desmond ends up after the ancestors have the children who lead to Desmond so that we can have them being paternal about the kid who keeps slipping away somehow and Desmond being like "wow the people dad sent after me are rant persistent" before finding out they don't know Will at all

So I had a post about Desmond being pushed into either the Third Crusades or to Renaissance Italy when he ran away but I can’t find it TTATT It’s somewhere here in Tumblr, don’t know where though. Hopefully, I can get to it during my Tumblr posts to AO3 ‘copying’ (still in Dec 2022 XD).

Anyway, in a nutshell, that idea had Altaïr and Desmond being very close to one another because they’re both isolated and had nobody else and it would be so easy for them to tip the scale to fall onto “us versus everybody” mentality for the two of them (especially since that idea had Desmond not become an Assassin so Al Mualim is using him to keep Altaïr in check).

The Renaissance Italy idea is more light-hearted, if I remember correctly? More on the side of Desmond having a happy family life thanks to the Auditore family.

I didn’t include it but Ratonhnhaké:ton’s version of this idea was pretty much reused for the Yew Branch A New Way To Do Things.

The main idea is that, since this is a Desmond that has not been in the Animus, he has no idea who these people are and the events that will happen (hell, he won’t even be able to know their language immediately) so he’s just trying to survive and live the best he could. This means he cannot stop the tragedy that will happen (or, in Altaïr’s and Ratonhnhaké:ton’s case, he would be too late to stop it). The Renaissance Italy version could have a happier ending since Desmond would be there for the arrest though. Probably. At the very least, Giovanni would order him to take Petruccio and run, so… at least Petruccio would survive. Probably.

Now, as for the second idea.

Since this is a Desmond that never went to the Animus, he wouldn’t know how important these children are so we will have…

Sef and Darim

It would be Sef who finds him and he’s just a traveling merchant who went to Masyaf to sell his stuff. Sef would always visit him and ask him about this and that.

Darim finds him while looking for Sef and Desmond just gives him another one of the sweet breads he buys for him (and Sef).

This goes on for days until Malik finally visits his stall and talks (interrogates) him. That’s when he finally learns that the two kids he’d been talking to are the kids of the head honcho of this place. And he’s currently out and the kids are a handful (Malik may or may not imply that their parents’ frequent journeys are to blame) so he offers Desmond a job as their ‘caretaker’. Meals and lodging are included, the pay is great and Desmond is getting tired with all the traveling. Plus, Malik promises he doesn’t have anything to do with the Brotherhood.

At that point, Desmond is already fond of the kids so he agrees.

When Altaïr and Maria returned to Masyaf, they’re greeted with Malik going “I found your sons a caretaker and they might like him more than they like you. You have no one to blame but yourselves.”

Flavia and Marcello

But for this one, Desmond could be working in Firenze for a merchant that Sofia likes to go to. Flavia and Marcello would go with their mother and they’d get close to Desmond.

One time, Marcello gets lost and Desmond finds him. He brings him home and that’s how Ezio meets him…

And now for the kicker. This would be the angstiest of the three ideas to be completely honest considering how old Ezio died and the fact that Desmond doesn’t even know about his connection with Ezio during this time, which will only serve to hurt Ezio.

Io:nhiòte and her older siblings

For this one, we’ll have Desmond become part of the homestead. He got there by ‘accident’, he was just walking around and found their homestead. Luckily, Oliver and Corrine needed help in the inn so he helps out, in exchange for lodging and food.

Io:nhiòte is the one who finds him first and Desmond just plays with her and shares his food. Her two older siblings find them together and Desmond becomes close to them.

Ratonhnhaké:ton would visit the tavern one time and thank Desmond for playing with his children. Perhaps he’d try to recruit Desmond into becoming an Assassin but Desmond would say no to it which Ratonhnhaké:ton would understand.

In this one, Ratonhnhaké:ton sees Desmond primarily as his children’s favorite friend.

[cloudmail-bah]

May we request klee and albedo from genshin impact (theyre adopted siblings) thank you for your time

made a Klee one earlier!! but i thought i'd make another one with more sibling vibes? i hope that makes sense QwQ

☁️ Requested Order 📬 Siblings !!

💌 headmates may not turn out exactly as the information below! that's perfectly fine, pick and choose what works💕

Names: Klee, Penny, Clover, Ruby, Rosie, Bonnie, Delilah, Penny, Tori, Haven, Poppy, Ava, Sofia

Pronouns: she/her, they/them, oak/oaks, sprout/sprouts, clover/clovers, page/pages, petal/petals, sweets/sweets, cake/cakes, toffee/toffee, mocha/mochas, pixie/pixies, 🎈/🎈s, 🍓/🍓s, 🎀/🎀s

Genders / Orientations: demi-girl, pupfem, bowgender, pinkguardianangelgender, pastelstreamer, pastelidol, starbeadic, Rainbowpastelpastrygender, ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა gender / demiromantic, asexual

Ages: 14-16 years old

Species: humanoid (elf)

Roles: Bionaut, Preventer, infofiller, spyglass, daydream holder

Sources: Klee from Genshin Impact

Likes: plushies, s'mores, camping, exploring games (like minecraft), picking flowers, gardening, taking pictures, simple food, gifts, relaxing near water

Dislikes: disrespect, toxic people, fights, loud noises/arguments, boredom

Personality: cheerful, kind-hearted, playful, curious, sincere

Faceclaims:

Extra: favourite colour is #af6539!! favourite bug is bees!!

Sign offs / Emojis: 💮, 🖍️, 🔖, 🎀

Names: Albedo, Finn, Albe, Oliver, Liam, Leo, Julian, Cole, Rowan, Elliot, August,

Pronouns: he/him, they/them, angel/angels, cloves/cloves, star/stars, wish/wishes, sun/suns, cloud/clouds, heaven/heavens, celestial/celestials, potion/potions, 💫/💫s, 🌙/🌙s, 🪐/🪐s, ⚗️/⚗️s, 🧪/🧪s,

Genders / Orientations: transmasc, aestheticfluid, starborngender, pasupartyic, ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა gender / bisexual, demisexual, nebularomantic

Ages: 18-25 years old

Species: humanoid (elf)

Roles: Academic, Census Taker, Caretaker, Emotion neutralizer, Social Anxiety Holder

Sources: Albedo from Genshin Impact

Likes: studying, reading, long bathes, nature, breeze on my face, traveling, parties, dogs, music, drama / theater, multi-tasking, physical contact for a long time, true crime podcasts / other podcasts

Dislikes: parties that involve talking to people directly, being hungry, too clingy people (other than sibling)

Personality: awkward, independent, honest, hardworking

Faceclaims:

Extra: favourite colour is #214a86!! will yip like a dog as a stim along with in text "like this, yip" !!

Sign offs / Emojis: 🧦, 🪶, ⚗️, 🍂

[butterscotch-brigade]

idk what autistic person needs to hear this but bullying other autistic ppl who u perceive as being more "childish" than u is still ableist and is exactly what allistic ppl want

u are not "better" than autistic ppl who like stuff like thomas the tank engine or paw patrol or bluey or care bears or sofia the first. u are not "better" than autistic ppl who do things that u perceive as "embarrassing" in public. u are not "better" than autistic ppl who have bowel issues. u are not "better" than autistic ppl w caretakers. u are not "better" than autistic ppl who play with toys and carry stuffed animals. u are not "better" than autistic ppl who talk exclusively in quotes from things theyve read/heard/seen. hell, u are not "better" than autistic ppl who dont talk at all. and yes, this includes autistic adults, bc none of these things are bad and nobody should be mocked for them whether theyre 6 or 16 or 26 or older!!!

autistic ppl are HUMAN BEINGS who are constantly being disrespected every single day by allistics, by the education system, by society. if you think of yourself as being "better" than ppl who are autistic in a way you dont like, then u have some serious fucking internalized ableism. bc yes, u CAN be discriminatory toward ppl in a group that you yourself are a part of!!! its what society TEACHES us, that ppl who arent "normal" should be frowned upon!!!

allistic society still hates us, whether we mask or not. by adding to that hatred, by saying "well im autistic, but im not like THAT," u are contributing to that hatred. treat human beings like human beings. autistic activism includes ppl w all kinds of experiences. u will get NOWHERE if u do not learn to love and respect everyone on the spectrum. calling other autistic ppl "cringe," bullying/mocking them, will not earn u respect from ppl both within and outside the community.

other autistic ppl are your allies, your friends, your loved ones, your fucking family. not to sound cliche but we truly are all in this together. and if u want to make the world a better place for autistic ppl, that means treating the autistic ppl u meet w respect. love is the only way. it always is.

[cosmos-tent]

Alter Intro

Name: Dallas Winston, Dally, Dal

Pronouns: he/him

Gender: Cis man

Orientation: AlloAro, Bi

TransID's: Transharmed, transharmful, transfriends, transbackstory, transS.E.Hintonuniverse, Trans-skill (for cross-stitch), transattention, transhated, permapitied, perma60's, transdecade, trisblonde, trisblueeyes, trisOklahoman,

CisID's: HPD

Likes: causing controversy, attention, The Outsiders, cross-stitch, rock music, girl-blogging, coquette fashion, Sofia Coppola films, snakes

Source: The Outsiders

Role: Persecutor/HPD holder

In-sys relationships: Jeff(lover), Johnny(friend/kid brother), Ponyboy(friend), Darry(friend), Jaybird(friend) Vixen(caretaker), Rusty(kid brother), Sparky(protector)

sign-off: -🐍⛈️

tags:

#The-Snake-whispers : just chatting

#My-Favorite-Dolls : stuff about Jeff and @byrder (I’m in love with both)

#Because-he-wanted-to-die : vent/rants

#stitched-from-nothing : My cross-stitch projects and stuff