#I feel like a toddler just learning to walk about this stuff

[fairyhaos]

seventeen as teachers

requested by @weird-bookworm ! it's a little to the left of what you asked but i hope it's alright anyway ><

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seungcheol

architecture professor. kind of thanks to physics!cheol anon for this idea but he really encourages hands-on learning especially for his subject, and he draws big diagrams on the board and gestures wildly with his hands as he's explaining why the models work and what do the students think of it? also he definitely gives vibes of someone who high fives the students when their models withstand his shaking tests, but also laughs and claps when they fall apart. because it's all about learning, isn't it? and he's with you to help you learn every step of the way. 

jeonghan

kindergarten teacher. cannot for the life of him handle kids older than that because then they get too tricksy and talkative for him and he gets tired too easily to deal with that. actually really good at handling the toddlers. he's also very pretty so all the kids unironically hang onto his every word, basically making him the god at keeping children in line. when he gets too tired of running around after them he just goes “kids :((( jeonghan is tired :(((“ and they immediately settle down to do something else

joshua

music teacher (1). he's a total department crush (and even school-wide crush) amongst the other teachers because he's so pretty and so kind, always and accidentally keeps making teachers fall for him bc he talks to them so nicely w that pretty smile of his. renowned for his ability to compose melodies on the piano on the spot, and always has students wanting him to help (cough compose for them) parts of their composition work. no one knows what he does outside of work, though. it's like he disappears into thin air after school finishes. 

junhui

gives me eccentric uni professor vibes. sits on his desk with his feet dangling and asks all sorts of strange and irrelevant questions to the students that are, actually, not strange and entirely relevant. has everyone walking out of his lectures feeling like a changed person because he either a) managed to get horribly off track or b) made them rethink their entire life choices. loved by all, and maybe a bit too much. poor guy definitely had an obsessed student try to follow him home before he got lost himself and so they both ended up in the middle of nowhere

hoshi

chemistry teacher. no other reason other than i think he'd look great with a pair of goggles on his forehead pushing his fringe back at funny angles whilst he grins maniacally and goes, “hey, kids, today we're gonna set things on fire!!!!”. so passionate about teaching these things to the students, and rambles on like he only has 5 minutes left on earth and he's gonna use every second to cram in as much chemistry knowledge into the students’ brains as he can in that time. it works, too. his passion inspires so many of them to take chemistry further up in the school. 

wonwoo

history teacher. all the students want him for their teacher when they take history because he's actually, like, competent and knows stuff. known for taking no shit when it comes to doing assignments on time because he sets reasonable deadlines and if you can't make them, then that's on you, not him. students love him. also super duper helpful if you have any questions and is always free at lunch to help bc he'll do anything to escape the hyperactive claws of mr. kwon and mr. wen who are always up to shenanigans

woozi

music teacher (2). mans life literally revolves around music and i can't imagine him doing anything else. department ace. conductor of both the symphony and concert orchestra, and rearranges all of the parts himself when the students find it a little too difficult. also do Not engage this man in a conversation about anything to do with music theory because he will rant for ages and any quick question turns into half of your lunch break being missed. he means well, though, and always gets ridiculous amount of thank-you presents at the end of the year. 

minghao

art teacher (1). dresses like one, too, and has been voted as ‘best dressed teacher’ for the past 3 years in a row. all the art students are kind of afraid of him because if you ask for feedback, there is a 50/50 chance that he'll rip you a new one whilst explaining what you did wrong. there's never any true cruelty to his words, though, cuz hes always actually giving genuine advice and he's always right in what he advises, so students either love him or hate him for his criticisms, though mostly it's the former. he's pretty, too, and his works are pretty, so that's a plus

mingyu

teaches business studies to the older students, purely cz i think he gives maths-adjacent vibes. he teaches a “special” subject that's not available to the younger kids and he's ridiculously handsome so he's kind of like a legendary figure in the school. even if he's a bit silly and adorable at times, he's also super good at holding intellectual debates with his students about current economic and political affairs. can be found bickering with mr. yoon bc the kindergarten teacher wants him to help with his taxes.

dokyeom

art teacher (2). smiles brighter than the sun at all hours of the day, and when the senior students are drowning in coursework and artist research deadlines, he's like the one and only guiding light that helps them get through it because of how endlessly optimistic he is. half the seniors take art solely because of him, actually. also a firm believer that all art is good art and there's no such thing as a “non-artist”. scolds minghao after work when he feels like the other teacher was being too harsh to the students

seungkwan

part of the senior leadership team. takes his position veryyy seriously, strides briskly around the school with a jingle of w set of keys he managed to procure from…somewhere. is always on top of uniform inspections which is always annoying for the kids, but he's also melodramatic and smiley so they love him anyway. the students are always try to recruit him for teacher quizzes and events bc he makes everything way more fun. 

vernon

classics teacher. this might seem odd but hear me out!!! dude loves ancient history and Will do deep dives on old artefacts and cultures that interest him, and i think that passion can definitely be transferred to him teaching kids about latin, ancient greek, old civilizations. known for sharing nothing about his personal life but also being able to talk for ages about something that happened over 1000 years ago. the students all find him super cool and also super endearing. 

chan

the guy who's hired externally from some sports club to act as the teacher to students during after school clubs. teaches martial arts, mainly, but he supervised an impromptu dance club one semester and the students loved it so much that they managed to bring the dance club onto the permanent schedule. everyone loves him. his sports club is 10000% sure that half the children who come to them were recruited through chan's lovely personality alone. 

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[mistriavalley]

Telling Shane about the Junimos

Gender neutral

TW: established relationship, mentions of drug consume (it was just a potion from the wizard), mentions of alcohol

Masterlist

It's no secret that Shane doesn't believe in magic or anything that hasn't been backed by science

You on the other hand are over here fighting all sorts of monsters while helping a bunch of round forest spirits to rebuild the community center and seeking advice from the local wizard. Your hands are full with all the stuff that hasn't been proven by scientists yet

Obviously Shane doesn't think much of the strange items you bring to the community center or the amount of times you ran to the tower in the west with a poisonous mushroom. So what if you need a Bream for the broken down house in the town? It's just your way of fixing things...apparently

The two of you had that talk so many times where you ask him if he's absolutely sure that he doesn't believe at least a little bit in magic

"Nope."

One day you decide to take him to the community center to show him what exactly you're doing there. Of course he won't see the Junimos, but maybe he will be convinced by the item lists they need from you and the boxes where you put said items inside

But to him the letters look like scribbles of either a madman or a toddler that hasn't learned how to write yet and the boxes where you put the items in are...well they must be your doing, right?

He doesn't know how to react to your frantic explanation about some spirits that look like apples. The old Shane would have told you off and walked away, but you're very important to him and the new Shane doesn't wanna hurt your feelings in any way or at least tries to avoid it

"You did all these things for the community center? Wow. You're doing great."

The tone in his voice makes it more than crystal clear that he doesn't believe a word you said. It's frustrating, but he'll see

"Do you trust me, Shane?"

"Uh..."

He looks around the place. He always knew you were a bit quirky, but now he's pretty sure he's apparently dating a second Emily

"I want to open your eyes."

He blinks a few times

"Sure?"

That's all you need to hear to grab his hand and lead him towards cindersap forest

Shane's mind is racing and he has no clue what to expect. The expression on your face is so serious that it's almost scary. What do you plan on doing with him inside the goddamn woods of all places? Will you perhaps sacrifice him? Hah! What a ridiculous thought! And even if. At least it would be happening by the hands of his hot significant other

You lead him up some stairs towards no other place than the tower. It's taller from up close. Shane had looked at it many times from the ranch, but only the tip of the roof is visible from that distance

But is this really happening? Is he seriously going to meet that crazy dude who lives on the border of Pelican Town? Shane doesn't know if he should feel worried or excited. He never particularly cared for that guy or what his business here is so it's difficult to say

Once you two take a step through the wooden front door, Shane is being hit by an earthy smell. This place smells more of the forest than the forest itself. The room wasn't particularly big and it lacked furniture. The big, colorful sigil on the floor is the first thing that catches his attention

Inside the alien looking symbol stands a man with a thick, purple beard and black clothes. The man's eyes light up at the sight of you, but it's immediately being replaced by a frown once his gaze meets Shane's

You pull the stranger aside and started a hushed, but heated discussion with him. Shane feels out of place with his worn out joja sweater and old cargo shorts. Everything here is so mystical and Shane is...well, he is Shane

The sound of a cough rips him out of his thoughts and his legs seem to be moving by themselves as the purple man waves him over to an enormous cauldron. The reassuring smile on your face is the only thing that keeps him sane at the moment

A cup filled with a bubbling, green liquid finds its way into his hands and he just stares at it for a long time, unsure about what to do now

"Drink it."

"Hold up, buddy! You want me to do what exactly?"

Shane has mentally prepared himself to be sacrificed by his partner (for some reason) and not by some old guy who smells like he uses dirt as deodorant

You gently put a hand on his shoulder and plant a kiss on his cheek

"Nothing bad will happen to you. You have my word. I had to drink it too in the beginning."

Okay, so nothing bad will happen, but something definitely will happen to him. Cool. Yea.

"Just pretend it's beer, Shane. Alright. Bottoms up."

The moment the liquid touches his tongue he feels the strong urge to spit it all out onto the floor. It tastes of donkey ass or at least that's what he imagines it to taste like, but it's not that what he should be concerned about

Almost right after thag horrible experience, an explosion of colors hits him and what the fuck? Are those trees flying around him? His knees cave in and he plops down onto the hard floor. By Yoba. Not even Gus' strongest hits like this

Thankfully this odd feeling vanishes as quickly as it came

"Did you fucking drug me?"

"It was a potion."

"That doesn't answer my goddamn question!"

You tell him that it was no drug and that this will help him read the letters and see the spirits. Since he doesn't have a natural connection to nature like you do you had to ask Rasmodius to change the potion a little bit

"I'm so sorry. I should have warned you, but he told me you won't feel any side effects like I did."

"No, don't worry. I'm not mad at you."

But the wizard on the other hand shouldn't show himself around these parts

It doesn't take long for you guys to leave the tower and it feels like as if something is being lifted from Shane's shoulders the more distance he puts between himself and that place

"How do you feel?"

"Fine? I think? I keep expecting to fall over and die though."

"Noooo! That won't happen."

He doesn't want to imagine what the guy put in that so called "potion" of his. Raccoon shit? Poisonous berries? Worms? He shivers at the thought

Once again Shane finds himself inside the old community center with you and once again nothing looks out of the ordinary. Well, except for the dead fish that are piled up in the corner

But then he spots something in the far corner and rubs his eyes. It's gone. Ah, that was probably just a trick of the light

You startle him by holding up one of the letters infront of his face and...wait a minute. Where are the unreadable scribbles? Why can he read the writing now? Shane shakes his head violently. You must have exchanged the letters, but when? You hadn't left his side at all today

He goes through every room, reads every letter and checks every single box. The content of the boxes fit. So you actually do have a system here even though he can't find a sense in it

Then he hears a noise echoing through the hallway to the right

"What was that?"

"A Junimo."

For the first time since forever he finds himself praying to Yoba. He has gone mad. The "wizard" has made him mad with the raccoon shit drink

Shane bolts out of the house and stumbles back home. Back to the ranch. Part of him is trying to drag him towards the saloon to drown the madness in beer, but he can't drink now. He needs to think

After this incident you don't see him for a whole week. Every now and then you do spot him in town, on his way to work, but decide not to approach him. Obviously he's avoiding you right now and you don't want to push things. He had gone through a lot now and probably just needs the space. It still worries you

A week later someone knocks at your front door right as you were about to hop into bed. Shane is standing there, looking more tired and exhausted than ever. You feel the familiar sting of guilt in your chest

"Can we talk?"

Without saying a word, you step aside to let him in. Both of you sit down in the living room infront of the still glowing fireplace. A comfortable heat eminates from it

"You weren't kidding when you said you'd open my eyes."

"I'm sorry."

"No. Don't be. I mean it kinda sucked, yea."

An unbearable silence stretches on. This moment is like torture to you. You have no idea what to expect. Is he angry? Is he sad? Will he break up with you now? You banish these thoughts before your mind can wander any further

"Thanks."

Wait what? That came...unexpected

"But I only thank you. Not that wizard dude in that shitty tower with his raccoon shit potions. I guess...I guess I needed something like this. I needed to know that we're not alone in this world. It's kinda comforting in a way."

You throw your arms around him, relieved that he doesn't hate you. It also feels like a burden has been lifted from you, because now you don't have to keep these things to yourself. Now you have someone to talk to

"I'm free tomorrow. We could go through the lists in the center together maybe and see what we can do."

"Shane..."

"Stop. No. Don't. Don't get all soft on me and shit. This is still super fucking weird."

"Oh."

"Yea! Like why the fuck do these spirits need raw fish? How the fuck do you repair a building with dead fish?"

"OH!"

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

How will the kids react or feel towards there mum ( the reader) gently stroking the back of their head to there shells which makes them sleepy as they lay or as she holds them on her chest? :D

I thought this might be cute

A Mother’s Touch (Fluff)

Bayverse!Turtles x reader

A/N: Cuteness overload! This stuff and my internship is giving me baby fever!😭💕 I love how, whenever I’ve written one of these, the kids at my internship do exactly as I’ve described my OC’s would do it. What kind of black magic is this?! One of them even called me mama today😭💕

Warnings: Cute things💚

Leonardo:

Romeo:

You could still clearly remember the time where newborn Romeo was laying on your chest, enjoying the heat of your skin as you and Leo were getting ready for bed. You started to stroke his little shell the same way you would do to Leo, when the two of you would cuddle while falling asleep. Your baby son yawned, letting out a small chirp at the sensation on his shell. You and Leo looked at each other with a shocked expression, as if your son had already started walking, before letting out a collective “awwww”, waking your son up from his little sleep.

Marcello:

Your little warrior of a son would never admit it, but he is an absolute sucker for when you stroke his head or shell. Even when his father does it, Marcello can’t help but like it, and will sometimes involuntary chirp or churr. However he would find it extremely annoying when you would do it, while he was trying to be angry. Both you and Leo have tried gaining the anger of an angry toddler Marcello, who got angry that you wouldn’t let him brud. If he is brudding, you’ll have to wait until he lets you pet him, which usually was when he was about to fall asleep, and then he’ll be as happy and calm as can be.

Gerardo:

This boy will always and have always loved it when you stroked his head or shell. He would let out all kinds of happy sounds, the turtley once and the human once, before leaning into your touch as a way to tell you to keep going. However, as a child, Gerardo would never tell you he wanted you to keep going. Instead he would let out a bunch of displeased turtle noises, with an angry yet very adorable look on his face that made you chuckle, before you would stroke his shell once more, his little tail wiggling happily.

Valentina:

The drama queen herself - at least when it comes to head pats and shell scratches. This little angel would very loudly demand her shell getting scratched as a toddler, if she saw her mother scratch anybody else. Even her father. She could be walking into your room in nothing but a diaper and a Marcello’s Nintendo in hand, only to let out a bunch of “No! No! No! Me! Me! Me!”, running to the bed where you were scratching Leo’s shell. However, it never got to a point where she would scream or cry, as her family members were quick to give their little princess whatever she wanted.

Raphael:

Joan:

Though Joan did not show or act like she wanted you to pet or caress her. She acted like she hated it, at times even telling not to do it. And each time you respected her wishes, knowing it had nothing to do with her few of you. She just didn’t like it all the time. But that did not mean that she never wanted it. At the few times where Joan found herself crying and seeking you out for comfort, she found it very nice and soothing when you held her close, tracing your fingers up and down the shapes on her shell, swaying you both from side to side.

Minerva:

It wasn’t uncommon for both you and Raph to pet Mini’s shell whenever she came to sleep in your bed. With her many nightmares as a child, both of you quickly learned how to comfort her. Although she would usually go for Raph in these situations, there had been times where she would climb up to you, and ask if she could stay with you for the night. With a tired yes, you could let her cuddle up against you, relaxing against you as you traced shapes on her little green head. It worked wonders and made her fall asleep real quick.

Ragnar:

Ragnar was the kind of child that wouldn’t ask you to stroke his head or shell, instead he would climb on top of you or nuzzle himself up against your side, and place your hand on his head, hoping that you would take the hit, which you of course did every time. Like his cousin Gerardo, Ragnar would make all sorts of happy sounds, along with extremely disappointed ones when you stopped. However, did he feel like he didn’t get enough scratches, he would climb into your lap and rest his head against you, and churr like the happiest turtle in the world when you caressed him once more.

Donatello:

Galileo:

As a newborn, Gali was one of those kids that wouldn’t sleep unless he could smell or feel his mother nearby. You could try to lay him down to rest, and he would cry as soon as you stood up, still fully awake. However, you and Donnie quickly learned that scratching his plastron or stroking his head would calm him down immediately, and after a few minutes of doing that, he would fall asleep. As he got older, you found that he always would calm down whenever one of you stroked his head or shell. You once noticed him scratching his own plastron in an attempt to calm himself down, and it worked.

Dorothy:

Dear little Dorothy preferred it when you scratched her shell while she was awake, so she could fully enjoy it. As a child, she knew nothing better than staying in your bed with you and Donnie, laughing at the picture book Donnie read out loud for her and her sister, while you did those shapes that she loved on her shell. She would smile and point out the pictures, engaging in conversation with her father, while you soothed her and her sisters backs.

Marie:

While her sister preferred being awake while you stroked her head and scratched her shell, Marie preferred being asleep. During your night readings with Donnie, she would rest on top of you, her head on your chest, silently following along in the story Donnie was reading and the conversation he had with Dorothy, while she slowly fell asleep, churring quietly as you followed the shapes of her scuts. You had to fight not to aww out loud, whenever she started burying herself closer against you in her sleep, hiding her face against you.

Michelangelo:

Sunny:

Sunny loves getting her shell scratched, she really does. But sometimes, she prefers petting other people, instead of letting them pet her. It was not that she didn’t like it, it was just her way of showing that she cared. It was a type of love language she had developed, after both you and Mikey would scratch her shell and stroke her head. So whenever you would hold her close and do any of those things to her as a toddler, she would afterwards get up and walk behind you, where she would start to scratch your own back. It was a heartwarming gesture that made you melt everytime. Your little Sunny truly was a ray of sunshine.

Luis:

Mr ‘No one gets pets other than me’, himself. Luis isn’t the biggest fan of sharing his mother and her caring touches with anybody else, when he is in an emotional state, and neither does he like other people receiving shell scratches when he is getting them. It would usually happen in extension to whenever he would run to you for comfort, claiming that your shell scratches helped him, even if it was his leg that was hurting. During those times he would stare very intently at Mikey whenever he came close, not wishing your attention to go anywhere else than on him.

[celestialprincesse]

how about a reader x simon riley but reader has a big family. im talking 4 brothers and 2 sisters type shit. loving parents and a pet dog or cat for whoever still lives in the house. i already planned out backstories and stuff but i wanna see your take on this

this is so cute baby, but I'm like the least qualified person to write this I've got no siblings, although I do have two dogs, a cat and a horse.

I feel like, for Simon, he really doesn't want to meet readers family at first. His own were ripped away from him and he still struggles to accept that he'll never het them back.

But, for his partner, he'll do anything, even if that means going and staying with their family at their massive farm for a week, then that's what he'll do.

Obviously, they warn him well in advance of their hectic family, tell him that if it gets too much at any point to just tell them and they'll take a breather, maybe book a hotel for the night, or hell, even sleep in the barn like they did when their siblings fought.

Upon arrival, Simon's first thought is just how homey readers childhood home is. A big converted barn with a wraparound porch and a woman sat on the swing in the shade with a baby on her hip and a collie at her feet.

Reader perks up immediately, running to their sister and their niece, being wrapped up in a huge hug, the type that Simon (although he'll never admit) will always miss.

Reader will give Simon, who looks like a lost puppy, a little nod to join them, and readers sister already has him in a bone crushing hug, surprising for a woman of her size, and one holding a baby at that.

"Si! This is my sister Cassie, and her daughter Emmeline." Reader'll muse, squishing the tiny toddlers cheeks between their fingers, before pottering inside with an "We're home!" We're.

Reader's parents are equally as welcoming, and their two brothers also take a total shine to Simon, asking if he's ever Benn quad biking or if he wants to play paintball.

The lot of them come in covered head to toe in fluorescent blue paint, all except for Simon, who just stands there smugly, giving reader a little wink like his paintball skills are some strange attempt at wooing them.

Mealtimes are always wonderful, despite the ruckus of all - however many there are - of them.

Simon also learns where reader got their cooking skills from, and their mom is constantly plying him with inordinate amounts of food.

He also perpetually has to look at where he's walking, lest he step on a cats tail or dogs paw or kids toy.

He and reader spend their days laying in the sun and picking vegetables for their mom to cook with, taking the dogs for a walk or babysitting their siblings kids.

Simon realises, perhaps for the first time in his life, that just because he had one family taken away, it doesn't mean that he doesn't deserve another.

⊹˚. ౨ৎ

Did not mean for this to go in the direction that it went in but oh well !

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Angel | I.N 

-> Pairing: Nephilim!Yang Jeongin x Reader

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-> Synopsis: Y/N's suspicions about her boyfriend being more than just human are confirmed.

-> Warnings: Fallen Angel/human hybrid stuff. Mention of the bible. Poorly written near death experience.

-> Word Count: 671

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Y/N walks along the bench seat that’s placed beside the ledge of her apartment buildings roof, her arms stretched out from her sides to help her balance.   

Her boyfriend, Jeongin, watches her nervously. It isn’t like her to be so reckless. He’s moved closer to her, getting himself ready to catch her if her clumsy ass somehow falls. “Can you please get down and come back over to me?”  

“Scared I’m going to fall?” She teases. Y/N has her suspicions about her boyfriend not being fully human.   

Since they met a year ago and started dating not long after, strange things she finds hard to explain have happened. She had small cuts and bruises heal when he touched her. When she’s sick, his hugs cured whatever illness she has. He does things as if he is reading her mind and would disappear at the most random times. Not to mention the feathers that she would find on her balcony. After spending hours researching bird feathers and finding none matching the ones she found, she ends up searching a different species known to have feathery wings. She can’t remember why she started looking up angels but that’s where her search ended up. Everything she learned lead to more suspicions.   

“Yes!” he replies. “Your clumsier than a toddler.”   

She quickly turns to face him but proves his point when she stumbles and falls backwards over the ledge. She screams loudly as she starts to fall the 8 storeys. She closes her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the impact that would surely kill her.   

The impact never comes as a loud whooshing sound surrounds her. She feels the impact of someone catching her and lifting her back onto the roof but she’s too scared to open her eyes. Clinging to the body that’s holding her, she feels the familiar contours of her boyfriend’s body.   

Not knowing what she’s about to see, she hesitantly opens her eyes and the sight before her leaves her breathless. Standing, holding her Jeongin, looking ethereal, a yellow glow surrounds him, large black feathery wings that are almost double his size protrude from his back. His look of panic quickly turns to one of anger.   

“Never do that again,” his voice is thunderous and commanding as he stands her on the roof. All she can do is nod to let him know it’ll never happen again even if the falling part wasn’t intentional. He pulls her in for a tight hug. “I guess I have some explaining to do.”  

“You guess?” she asks pulling away enough to look up at him.  

“Let’s go back to your apartment and I will tell you everything you want to know,” he suggests.  

They make their way back down to her apartment, his wings disappearing as they walk through the door to go back inside.   

“What do you want to know?” he asks as they walk into her apartment.  

Y/N goes straight to the fridge to grab a couple bottles of water. “What are you?” she replies and hands him one of the bottles. “An angel.”  

They both sit down on the couch.   

“In a way,” he replies. “Have you heard of Nephilim?”   

“Like the ones in the bible?” she asks, remembering back the stories she learnt in Sunday School. “They’re said to be the offspring of fallen angels and humans.”  

“My mother was a guardian angel until she met my father,” he tells her. “She gave up being an angel for him.”  

“She must really love him,” Y/N says as she thinks about Jeongin’s parents and how they always seem to be so in love.  

Jeongin nods. “And he really loves her.”  

“So, you’re half angel?” she smiles. “That explains so much.”  

“How so?”  

She smiles lovingly at him. “Why you look so beautifully angelic and ethereal. It’s because you literally are.”  

“You can thank my mom for that.”  

She leans forward and places a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you, angel.”  

He rolls his eyes, smiling. “I love you, too.” 

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Well for one, I do not see Medusans as feral as for example Fenrisians. Yeah sure, Medusan folk are rough, brash, survivalist and determined to reach their goals as anything, but they won't most likely bite or war you like people from Fenris would (tbh Leman did land on the planet of wildest people, man had found his kin).

So Argus wasn't that feral. When Ferrus found him he was maybe 1,5 years? Argus barely walked at that point, so he wasn't really that wild. Also because I feel baby survival rates on Medusa would be shit, considering it's a death world, medusan kiddos were raised with basic survival instincs and not to do reckless and stupid stuff.

So while Argus grew up under extreme conditions (yes being raised by non-civilised Primarch on death world is as extreme as it gets), he isn't that wild to begin with. He always had compliant personality and rarely defied order given to him, that's why Argus and Ferrus had pretty stable relationship. And yet both of them had that rough exterior only few others ever understood. Fulgrim was one of those people. He liked his medusans because they were rough, deadbeat survivalists, with extreme dedication to their goals.

And yet because Fulgrim was raised in very normal enviroment in comparison with Ferrus, there would be enough chaos ragarding his attitudes with Argus. For example first time Argus was introduced to Fulgrim after Ferrus and Fulgrim's smithing competition, Argus straight down ripped good chunk of Fulgrim's hair. It was an accident, just toddler with metal arms not really accounting for his own inhumane strenght, but on other hand, Ferrus did warn Fulgrim that will happen if you allow this kid to touch your hair. Tbh Fulgrim also knew he should know better.

I also can see how much more chaos there would be, especially once Fulgrim learns that Ferrus for a good time fed Argus rocks (Fulgrim was horrified) or that neither of them knew how to read or write (well for Ferrus, Malcador trained him and considering it's a Primarch, it probs took few hours to learn). So Fulgrim would feel his motherly instincs kicking in to help, to whose Ferrus had pretty chill attitude towards, even if he found half of crap Fulgrim spoke about unecessary to begin with. Why does my kid need to know how to draw? Utensils? He has hands Fulgrim, he can eat like that... DON'T YOU DARE TEACH HIM HOW TO DANCE FULGRIM!

As Argus grew older, he probs went with Fulgrim's teachings just out of politeness, even if he disliked half of it. Truly, give Argus a wrench and he will be busy fixing machinery for days, give him a brush or stylus, he will be confused. Though I feel with age, he came to appreciate those lessons more than he did as young man. Still not dancing. That was terrible.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘆

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, this was based on a true story, not the flo part but the baby fever part lol, establish relationship, baby talk, flo self doubting, r babbling but like in a cute type of way (?), also billie's mention :)

warning(s): idk is wanting to have kids a warning (lol), baby talk (?), grammatical error, unedited

word count: 1.3k

note: You wanna know what's crazy? I'm not sure if I want to be a mother, but like the baby fever sometimes kicks in, specially since I have two little brothers and I'm like a second mother to them (they actually have told me so). But I don't know... Anyway, I'm not native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you all enjoy! Lots of love, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

You remembered when all those new feelings had started: you were sitting across from her, getting lost in her forest green eyes, you didn't feel someone nudging your leg until that said someone screamed out at you. 

"Jesus, you scared me," you smiled at the little toddler as you heard Florence's chuckle. 

The little girl, who seemed to be only two years old, babbled some incomprehensible words at you. She only got cutter as you watched her face shift into a stern look. It appeared as she was trying to tell you something quite important. 

"Oh, yeah, it's fine. Don't worry about it," you played along, accepting what you thought was an apology. 

"Are you lost, little missy?" Florence said, getting her attention. 

The toddler just looked at her and broke into laughter, which caused Florence to smile at her. 

"What's so funny about me, huh? she playfully asked her, and the two year old just laughed even harder. 

"I think it's your voice," you chucked. 

"My voice is not funny," she pretended to be hurt, her hand clutching her chest.

"Well, it is to her," you couldn't hold your own laughter anymore as the tiny human kept on laughing.

“Oh, my God. She’s laughing at my voice.”

“Oh, thank goddess. You scared me to death, Charlie,” a young blonde woman said, getting closer to your table, and bringing the little girl to her chest once she was close enough. “I’m so sorry, she’s just learned how to walk and she likes it,” the woman joked. 

“It’s okay, no problem, we were just chatting,” Florence reassured her with a smile.

As if wanting to be part of the conversation Charlie bubbled out some words.

“She’s so cute,” you scrunched your nose at her, making her laugh. 

“Okay, say goodbye, Charlie,” Charlie’s mum moved her little hand around, waving at the two of you, as Charlie mumbled what you thought was a goodbye. 

“Bye, Charlie,” the both of you said, smiling at the two year old. 

[...]

Ever since that night you hadn’t stopped thinking about Charlie. Well, not Charlie actually, that would be creepy, but the idea of kids. Florence looked so happy the few seconds she shared with Charlie, you felt like your heart could jump out of your chest just by thinking of that night.

You had never thought about kids before that, sure, sometimes, but it was more like a second thought, like something far away from your reach, unlikely to ever happen. And after that night it became your only thought. 

You found yourself watching TikToks about babies doing baby stuff, or maybe when taking a walk your eyes would linger on those couples pushing a trolley. Sometimes you would even look online for baby clothes and every time you couldn't help but to think it was the cutest thing ever. It also didn’t help the fact that your hormones would kick in and they would intensify all these feelings up to a hundred.

Florence, of course, didn’t notice how much you wanted a baby until you started to show her every baby picture you could find, every video you had watched, every kid you pointed out when the two of you went out on dates. So she started counting all the times you brought up that subject, by the third week she had lost count. 

Now, there you were, lying on the couch, with your phone on your hand, scrolling down TikTok, watching videos of babies. She found it cute, fun even, because you wouldn't dare to actually spill the words out, too scared of what she would say. 

“Y/n, baby, is everything okay?” she broke the silence, taking a seat next to you.

“Yeah, I’m just on those days,” you mumbled.

Which was true, but it wasn’t the whole truth. You had craved a baby before, during and long after your period. It didn’t matter, it was a thought that would cross your mind all the time, nonstop. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to get you something?”

You nodded, “It’s just the hormones. You know how it is, the moodswing,” you chuckled.

“Are you watching those baby videos again?” she raised a brow at you, there was a tint of smug in her tone.

“Yeah…” you frowned. “Why?”

“Nothing, it’s just that you are always watching those,” she teased, wanting for you to finally come clean.

“I am?” you asked, pretending to be unaware of that fact. 

“Yes, missy,” she smiled at you. 

‘Missy’, it only reminded you of Charlie and it made the whole thing even worse. 

You huffed, “I guess I didn’t notice.”

“Y/n, is there something you want to talk about?”

“What’s there to talk about?” she could tell you were frustrated.

“Well, I’m not sure but—.”

“What's there to talk about, huh?” there was not a trace of anger in your words, it felt more like sadness.  “That I would like a mini you running around the house, chasing after Billie?” the dog raised her head, thinking you had called out to her. “Because yes I would love that.”

“Y/n, I—,” her smug attitude dropped to the floor as she realised that there was no turning back now. 

“I can’t stop thinking about Charlie, how soft and careful you were with her. You were on cloud nine, Flo, I could tell,” you sniffed, battling the tears. “And I want that… I want that for you and me, for us.”

“I understand, honey. I can see how much you want that,” she caressed your cheek. “But I’m not—.”

“No, please don’t say ‘but’. I can take a ‘maybe’, just not a ‘but’,” you eyes were filled with tears and Florence felt like her heart was going to break any second now. She hated to be the reason why you were crying.

“No, no, no, it’s not that I don’t want that. I do, I just don't want to be that kind of parent who’s always working, I don’t want to miss their first steps, their first words, I want to be there for them every step of the way,” she breathed out, as if she had been holding back for weeks. 

Which she actually had. Ever since she added two plus two and realised you actually wanted a baby, all these self doubt and anxiety and worry got a hold on her.

“Flo, please, I know we can make it work. I won’t let that happen, I promise. You are not getting out of this whole motherhood thing,” you joked, making her chuckled. “Besides, you had Charlie giggling and all happy, I think you got this.”

“Charlie was with us for like three minutes at most,” Florence, playfully, rolled her eyes at you.

“Okay, you are right. But I know in my heart that you are going to be a great momma,” you grabbed her hands, taking them to your lips to kiss them. 

“Y/n…”

“I get it, Flor. It’s scary, we are talking about an actual human being—.”

“Y/n…”

“But if anyone can do this, then it’s us—.”

“Y/n…”

“We could watch some films, or maybe read some books. I bet my mum still has that book about being a first time mother—”.

“Y/n…”

“We can even take some classes, they teach you everything nowadays and—”.

“Y/n!” this time Florence shook your shoulders trying to get your attention. 

“Will you at least think about it? I know it’s a big decision and—”.

“Will you please let me talk?” she said with a tint of amusement.

“Right, sorry,” you smiled. 

“You had me at ‘You are not getting out of this whole motherhood thing’,” she smiled back.

“Does that mean…?” you left the question in the air, waiting for her to say it.

“Yeah, let’s make a baby. Shall we?” she asked, a grin formed on her face before she pecked your lips.

“Oh, my god!” you couldn't hold back your smile anymore. “Yes! Yes, we shall,” you threw yourself at her, leaving kisses all over her face. 

“Okay, then let’s get down to business,” she said in between chuckles. 

“Oh, you mean right now?”

“I thought you… I mean… if you don’t want to then—,” she was about to get up from the couch. 

“No!,” you yelled, making her laugh. “Come back here, you twat.”

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[crystalitecloudie]

It's 4 am and I know I should be asleep... BUT I HAD A SAHSRAU IDEA (specifically cult!au with creators and stuff) AND I CAN'T IGNORE IT

This is gender neutral btw

EDIT: here is the link to part 2

Imagine...

You first descend into this world as the player, simply falling asleep in our world, and waking up in theirs. You wake up in Jarilo-VI, specifically in the bountiful snowy landscapes outside Belobog. However, at first, you believe it to be simply a vivid dream.

This is because when you touch the snow, it feels lukewarm to you. In fact, you are simply in flowy clothes (dress, shirt and pants, doesn't matter). You're dressed for a breezy summer picnic, not the harsh, unsurvivable winters of the Eternal Freeze.

But that does not stop barefoot you. You simply do not feel the cold, and it does not affect your body in turn.

The fragmentum monsters also pay no mind to you. They do not actively try to befriend you, but extended periods of time around them does not corrupt your mind like a mere mortal's would. You simply co-exist together with them.

However, after months of living in the Eternal Freeze, you have come to realize this is not a dream. You have yet to realize you are in the world of Honkai Star Rail, and are simply living a peaceful and voidous life.

That is... until Sampo finds you. He asks you to hide him, and when guards approach you, you have been so detached from human civilization that you are barely able to make conversation. You think in full, clear sentences, but your words stumble out like that of a child learning to walk and talk. They are accusing you of helping a criminal, along with three others that you know to be Stelle, March 7th, and Dan Heng. However, you certainly don't let on any clue that you know these people.

You're smarter than that.

And with your babbling like a child, Gepard and the other guards quickly assume that your mind, likewise, is also dumb and toddler-like. Innocent and naive. And as you are led into the city of Belobog's overworld, you realize that you are okay with this. You are a pretty, innocent babbling face, and appearing so allowed you to get away with quite a few things.

For example, when the trio of friends was chased into the underworld, you were not faced with similar charges. Instead, Cocolia forced you into a room in her palace, saying something about how the creator deserved the utmost respect.

You didn't really understand why you were being locked in a room and not allowed to leave, but if it meant free food and all the toys in the world, you could not care less. Humans were interesting creatures anyhow.

Even when you came to understand that this was not a simple Isekai, you simply wondered how the Supreme Guardian knew of your divine heritage. You had planned to keep it hidden for much, much longer... but alas.

I would write more but just seriously need to go to bed istg

Just credit me if you use this concept I guess idk I'm tired

[vladdyissues]

so making myself actually outline the clone gestation au cause i just sidelined another draft but I'm still wanting immediate gratification for cheese melt ideas so i sat down and self-soothee with some ideas for an AU where Dani and Dan are born due to Pompep. if you ain't feeling it right now, totally fine with this getting buried until you do, just want to share the cheesy wealth (and this fully formed in my head before the college trio + Dan and Dani offspring ideas did)

hope you like soft because i am c o p i n g rn

-so for these two resulting specifically from Pompep, Danny is a fresh adult and high school graduate in the late 2000s, where he gets to live out a certain fantasy of mine--getting to go "fuck it, can't charge me rent on a lair" and planning to go ghost primarily with his human side being his alter ego

-Vlad starts insisting if he's going to do that, he could just move into his mansion. like, increasingly more insistent. what is going on here

-turns out, Vlad is pregnant, and is fully and shamelessly exploiting Danny's need to protect. blatantly, too. Danny knows full fucking well he's being played but the Obsession will not shut up for love nor money

-mood swings make things go full poltergeist the more Vlad is aggravated or backed into a corner. walls bleeding, windows rattling, one particularly aggravated mood swing has Jack nearly get the Death Bed: The Bed That Eats treatment from an armchair (he wouldn't have died but he would have soaked in ectoplasm until his eyebrows burned off)

-this shit, Danny can deal with. this is the kinda weird he's used to. then Vlad starts showing and he starts getting... a little softer. and Danny, snarky frenemies-with-benefits more than dearly beloved partner, has no idea what to do to pivot with that

-Vlad is in denial. he does not have pretty pink magic love powers making him feel adorable wholesome things towards the baby or deep affection for Danny, who fathered it. one of those being true is a quirk. all three of those things being true clashes so hard with his supervillain-coded aesthetic makes him refuse to even think about it. so he bottles it up

-the second he gets to hold Dani after she's born he starts crying. full on ugly cry. one of the things he wasn't processing was that this was real in a way that specifically meant he was going to be holding his baby. a real, actual baby he can pour all his obsessive levels of love into and who he's going to be able to love for his entire existence

-no, fuck it, he does have pretty pink magic love powers, and if you get near his baby you get to learn what a curbstomp is

-teeny tiny baby Danielle Masters

-has first shaky flight as well as first steps, because I am a hopeless weeb and the scene in Urusei Yatsura where a baby alien is encouraged to fly into a cousin's arms like one would encourage a baby walking is just forever seared into my brain

-Danny and Vlad become used to casually grabbing her out of the air or flying to grab her. no big deal. just a floating baby. don't want her phasing into the crawlspace or walls and getting confused and lost. it always makes her giggle

-right around when the excuses for Danny's supposed human life are wearing thin, Dan breaks loose, AU AGIT happens--but Vlad's not making clones this time around so there's no ready-made body to move Dan into

-and since they can't get one ready to go... well, homemade will have to do

-(note: rather than de-aging, it's more reincarnation--it's him and has his memories and ghost self and all that good stuff, he's just not grown and stuck in the body of a baby or overwriting a totally new person. the older he gets, the more original Dan he's able to process as him and not the edgy OC lurking in the back of his mind that feels fully-formed)

-so, Vlad and Danny are expecting kid #2 with gremlin toddler Dani running around

-this time around Vlad's mood swings affect the power grid. one very bad one ends up making a power line go carnivorous and start snatching birds out of the air

-they're prepared for softness this time, and this time Vlad just lets himself feel such things. though it does manifest in jello cravings from hell... and in actually admitting he is in LOVE with Daniel, not just attracted and attached

-somewhere in there Danny's parents realize they've been lied to. for years. mainly coming to a head because supposedly, he should be nearing the end of a four-year degree. they need an explanation

-the half-ghost reveal takes a few weeks to comb through. still, it goes... relatively well.

-so. time for relationship reveal. right?

-turns out running off to shack up in their college buddy's mansion raising kids instead of pursuing higher education hits several more of their buttons than just being the town hero who happens to be a ghost does

-and making a SINGLE aggressive move towards Vlad? Danny's shifted from protection to unity and hey, he will be keeping his family together. no matter what. go on. try something :)))

-they don't come around to it before Dan is reborn but that's fine, making sure baby Dan is loved is more important anyway

-(Dani totally brings them around over time. she keeps sneaking into their lab to watch them work and hand Jack or Maddie tools before dipping back into the portal giggling when they notice her)

BONUSES

-Dani is an adorable big sister and will drag baby Dan everywhere with her given half a chance

-when they get older, the short jokes will fly. mainly from Dani herself. Danny and Dani's favorite in-joke is Dani trying to reach something with powers and sarcastically thanking Danny for the height genes

-Dan ends up being an adorable kid who really likes just. soaking up the loving atmosphere. threaten his good time at your peril, first time he transforms he's a force of nature

-of course Vlad and Danny incorporate their family into their snark

"Being the father of my children won't save you from my vengeance, Daniel."

"Both your kids share DNA with my dad, it's not going to kill you to share a dinner table with him."

"No, but if you ever remind him he is my father-in-law, it will kill you."

"Eh, he already got me killed once, I'll roll those dice."

apologies for the sheer WALL of text, just. i have a particular vision of the AU i'm writing and this version ain't compatible, but it IS soft and i am weak for that

ONCE AGAIN

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello I was wondering if you’d be able to write a Ranboo x Gender neutral reader that’s struggling with a smoking addiction, which Ranboo helps them quit, however their life starts to get difficult and they start struggling, so they start to smoke again in secret to cope, however ranboo ends up catching them (only if you’re comfortable with writing something like this, if not I completely understand) :)

- 💠

ooo sure ; idk that much about smoking other than what I've seen and learned first hand so sorry if this is wrong in any way lol ; also dw, I've become more comfortable writing ab this stuff so its alright 🫶 ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

RANBOO ; smoking section

summary ; youre doing your best to quit smoking but you need help

warnings ; language, smoking, addiction, weight loss/lack of eating, relapsing, mentions of alcohol & pills, kind of ooc fight thing but angst comes first

track ; smoking section ; jelly roll (not a word...)

word count ; 1.5k

masterlist

"I need help."

Those three words, so heavy, carrying so much weight on your shoulders, were responded with a nod and a little smile. It was like that weight was lifted off your shoulders when you saw his expression, like the fear of rejection and anger had quickly been swept away from you.

You'd been addicted to smoking for a long time. You started just for the edge, to feel anything but stressed or scared. Then you got addicted, to the nicotine, the motion, the buying a pack a week, like a routine. You tried giving it up to replace it with vaping and even alcohol, but it never went away, you were too down the rabbit hole of addiction.

You'd been bound by shackles and chains, the addiction unable to be tamed.

You didn't know where to go, the fear of asking your boyfriend ate you up inside. Never in a million years would he shame you for trying to quit, but he didn't know you were that addicted, he'd yet to see that side of you. He'd never put together that all the bathroom breaks and walks outside, even the sitting on the stairs on the porch, were all smoke breaks.

He'd seen you smoke, obviously, but he only saw you do it once or twice a day, and he didn't have a problem with it. You were your own person and you could make your own decisions, as long as you were being responsible.

Responsible was a funny word. You'd never smoke and drive or do it around your friends, but you weren't responsible with how you'd been addicted to it so long like this.

After a while, they started to notice your change in demeanor, the more and more time away from them you needed, it was all adding up. You turned into an asshole when you couldn't get your way, often raising your voice to get a way outside.

He'd caught you wiping the walls when he came home one day, that was the final thing to solidify the suspicion.

He saw the smoke residue on the towel, the smear marks. It broke him. You were smoking inside now, for how long?

He couldn't bring it up, and could only wait for you to ask for help. He couldn't ask for you.

The first week was hard.

He took away your lighter, you had to ask him to smoke now. You felt like a toddler asking their mommy for permission to eat candy.

His plan was to edge you off of it and maybe get you on nicotine gum and get you a whistle necklace that you could inhale into, because the movement was engraved in your brain.

They'd given you that necklace, and anytime you went to the gas station, they'd make sure you couldn't buy any more cigarettes. It was awful, no matter what, you felt trapped.

You'd step away to smoke and forget that you didn't have your things, and nearly start crying.

You weren't ready to quit, you just wanted to.

You'd become more anxious and emotional, you yelled more. They put up with you, knowing that quitting an addiction like this was hard.

You realized after a month of easing out that your life wasn't as bad as you thought before. You created your own problems that you couldn't fix yourself and drowned yourself. That's what you thought, at least.

You'd been sober for a month now. You still had the whistle necklace, and you stayed away from nicotine gum and vapes, knowing it'd only cause another addiction.

He was proud of you, especially after you admitted to everything you'd been doing then, and you properly apologized for it. You confirmed his suspicions, including the excessive smoking inside when he wasn't around, which was staining the walls. He ended up throwing the Fabreeze out as well, considering that's how you hid it a lot.

Ranboo was mostly just grateful that you didn't try and rebel against them and resort to pills or alcohol.

But you did end up relapsing.

It wasn't time.

You'd fallen into a depressive episode, feeling like you were collecting dust on the shelf. Your streams became more infrequent, your appearances anywhere diluting. A lot of fans already knew what was up and started analyzing your every move, any that you did make for that matter.

No matter how much you reached out for help, and no matter how much you received it, you couldn't get back on your feet. Your day consisted of lazing around, listening to music, and secretly smoking behind your partner's back. You felt awful for doing it, but you had no other way to coexist with your addiction. You'd lost five or so pounds already, dark circles weighing your eyes down, grogginess ruling over your soul.

You became an asshole again. Ranboo tried to defend you because maybe you were trying to fight back a relapse, but little did they know you already had.

You sit on the porch outside, smoking a cigarette from the secret pack you kept under the board on the back, which slid to the side enough for you to be able to hide shit behind it. Your head rests in your hands, a cigarette between your index and middle fingers, the smoke trailing away from you in the slight breeze.

Ranboo steps outside to ask if you're okay, and as the door closes behind him, he sees the cigarette in your fingers. You realize it's him and throw it down, and use your shoe to put it out. He stares at you in shock and disbelief.

How long had you been lying to him?

"What are you doing?" He asks, barely even a question as you look at him. His voice is laced with anger and disappointment.

"Nothing." You lie. You don't even know why you're lying. He saw you smoking, trying to lie or gaslight your way out of it isn't going to solve shit.

"Nothing?" He scoffs, "Are you fucking kidding me? How long have you been lying to me? You promised you'd stop, yet you're hiding it from me, again! You don't want to quit, do you? You just like the sound of it"

"Shut the fuck up!" You groan, standing up. "It's just one-"

"It's not just one!" He shouts, holding up two empty packs he'd found in the trash, which is what he came to talk to you about in the first place. "It's three packs, at least. How long have you been smoking again?"

You're silent for a moment. "...Two months"

"Two months?" He repeats with a not-so-happy smile. "You're kidding. I've been lying to our friends for you for two months?"

"I never asked you to-"

"I've been lying to everyone for you! Defending you! You're no better than you were before we started dating, Y/n. You said you were doing better and had it under control. You've always been lying to me!" He argues. "Don't tell me to shut up, I've been trying to help you! You swore to me yesterday that you weren't smoking!"

You're silent now, biting the inside of your cheeks. Your fists are clenched, your knuckles turning white.

"You realize I have to try for you too, right? It's not just you, okay? I'm here too!" He throws the empty packs down at your feet. "Go live with your shame somewhere else, I can't do this with you anymore. Every time you swear you're gonna stop or try and plan it, you never do it. You just like the idea of stopping. No matter what anyone does for you, you're still gonna smoke behind their back instead of try and take their help."

"I was clean for a month!"

"Were you?!" He yells, "I don't know if I can believe you at this point!"

"I'm sorry-"

"Saying sorry isn't gonna fix what you did anymore. I can't help you."

"Please, Ran, I love you!-"

"If you loved me, you would've gone to rehab like I suggested."

You stay quiet, knowing he had a point.

Tommy, Freddie, and Charlie had heard you fighting outside and were all hoping that their chat couldn't hear either as they continued baking in the kitchen like nothing was wrong. Some viewers were questioning where you both were, but they clearly couldn't hear any of the shouting outside.

The three, however, could hear it clear as day. They were worried for both of you but silently and mutually agreed to discuss it all later.

When only Ranboo walked back in with a fake smile to continue streaming, they knew it was bad. You'd ended up going for a walk to cool yourself down. He wanted to as well but had other priorities that came first.

He felt like shit for yelling at you, but he knew he had a point. He felt the guilt eating him up inside, but the fake smile and happy energy had to stay for now.

"Fuck!"

[arsenicosises]

things to do when u realize u feel shitty

so i have alexithymia (emotional blindness or challenges in recognizing, expressing, sourcing, and describing one's emotions) and i often dont realize why, whats causing me to feel that way, or even if its mental or physical shittiness. so here are things i try to do to reset.

so the first step is obviously realizing the feeling at first, is your brain making you feel bad about yourself? do you feel like theres no point in doing things? do you feel stuck? or has there been any drastic change in energy in a short time? these may look different for you, but learning to notice even something as small as do i feel Good or Bad, you dont need to get caught up in what specifically it is.

FIRST and foremost, medications. did you take your meds? vitamins? please do so if you can. if you've missed the time window that you are meant to or cant for another reason, no guilt please, its ok we all forget.

move! change locations. even if its just where you are sitting in bed from one side to the other and sit up if you can. i try to move to my desk chair. sometimes just sitting up can change the way you feel drastically.

this could also mean move as in take a walk around your room, stand up on your phone instead of laying down.

do a Task, or Activity. copy a journal spread from pinterst even if it takes like 3 hours. write some lists, make a bracelet, play a game. focus on something you like. very cliche advice i know but its great to allow yourself to do something you like.

get a snack/water. unfortunately hydration is important even tho its annoying. make it super cold, put some lemon or mint in there if you want. its all about making it a) more fun and b) different sensory experiences. if you are hungry go down a mental list of most to least effort meal and find what you can do (cook from sratch, add stuff to ramen, eat it plain, get a handful of nuts or fruits, etc)

open the curtains/blinds, let the outside in a bit. even if its dark out open them and look around and close again.

face feels gross? do some level of skincare, exfoliate your lips and put on some vasesline, brush and floss your teeth (love floss picks). if you have bangs wash them in the sink.

if weather + mental permits, go outside. even for 2 seconds to look at it

shower=full reset and rebirth. not a bath, a shower. let the water hit you and soak your hair. do as full of a shower as you can. use so much moisturizer (if you can) with a scent you love. sensory goodness is very helpful. this usually works for me to pull me out. often the reason why i feel shitty is actually just me not realizing my hair is dirty, or i need alone time, etc which is acheived by showering.

aligned with that, put on new clothes, either comfortable and lounge clothes that are good sensory, or you need a new fun outfit because you have been wearing the current one for too long and its irritating you in a way you dont notice.

clean something, same as the food go from most to least effort and find out what you can do. organize 1 drawer or your whole house. my go to is usually rearraging my bedside table top and drawer. because for me thats where i keep things like my journal, headphones, letters from friends, body butter, etc its a chance for me to help future me access this little self care station.

make your bed so you have a clean cozy place to lay and sit, unfortunately a made bed is more comfortable

in general, treat yourself like a littel guy, talk to yourself like a toddler even if it feels silly, the part of you that feels bad is basically a toddler throwing a tantrum tbh. silliness is often a precursor to feeling Good. these things feel so so hard but each time you do them despite feeling bad it will get easier i promise you, you will get good at what you practice so practice trying.

if all of these things seem too hard, or you cant do them, the main thing is thats ok too. and if you dont feel 100% better after doing these things, that is also ok. the truth is some days things will be hard and that is your body telling you to relax, or sleep, or that it just wants to have an off day. no day is wasted if you are still here to see it.

(a lot of these tasks can be made easier by doing prep when you are feeling Good, which is part of the reason why i made this list, but i might do another post on prep stuff. )

[fangirlwriting-stories]

An Introduction to Gnomes

Summary: Relativity/Reunion Falls AU, Stanley gets his first taste of Gravity Falls weirdness as a toddler.

Masterlist

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“Grauntie Mabel, Grauntie Mabel, there’s a little man outside!”

Mabel closes the door to the cash register and turns to see Stanley pointing out the door, wide-eyed and awestruck.  “A little man?” she asks.

“Yeah!  He’s got a big red hat and a funny beard!”

Gnome.

Mabel has been thinking for a while about how she wants to play this.  It’s not like Stanley can avoid Gravity Falls’ weirdness forever.  At the latest, he’s going to find out next year when he starts school and all of the other kids have their own stories.

But she also can’t make things seem too enticing.  It’s not safe for a kid Stanley’s age to be running around playing with gnomes, after all.

“Okay,” she says, gesturing outside.  “Show me.”

Stanley grabs her hand and starts pulling her towards the door, and sure enough, when they get outside there’s a gnome caught in the plastic remains of a Pitt Cola pack.

And actually, that could work pretty well.

“Oh, that’s a gnome, buddy,” Mabel says, giving Stanley a smile.  “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this for a while, but Gravity Falls has some creatures that are a little different from your everyday stuff, like Gompers or Waddles.  They follow some different rules, so you’ve just gotta learn what they are and follow them, okay?  Here, I’ll show you.”

She keeps her grip on Stanley’s hand and walks them both over to the gnome, who doesn’t seem super thrilled about them approaching, but is too trapped to get away.

“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna hurt you,” Mabel says gently, crouching down in front of it.  Stan peeks around from behind her, still seeming fascinated.  But Mabel just reaches forward and slips the plastic off from the gnome’s arm and leg.  The gnome jumps up, and Mabel holds her hand up to stop Stanley from running after it when it scampers into the woods.

“Woah,” Stanley whispers.

“And that’s it,” Mabel says simply.  “They’re just goin’ about their business, like other creatures out here.”

Stanley grins up at her.  “Cool!”

“They are pretty cool,” Mabel says, smiling back.  “But some of them can be dangerous too.  You know how we have to be safe when we hear wolves howling outside?”

Stanley nods.

“Same kind of thing.  So if you see a creature you haven’t seen before, just ask me and I’ll let you know what it is and if it’s safe, okay?”

Stanley nods, seeming perfectly happy with that answer.  “Okay!” he calls.  “Can I feed Waddles lunch?”

“Sure you can,” Mabel says, a small ball of nerves in her chest releasing.  They walk back inside, and she takes a moment to feel glad that went so well.  Knowing Stanley, he’s bound to get into his fair share of trouble anyways, but hopefully now he knows he can come to her for help and with questions.

There are things around that are a lot more dangerous than gnomes, after all.

[whentherewerebicycles]

hmm ok just gotta think something out re dogs and babies

now that the baby is getting more mobile and grabby I can tell that the dogs are feeling more nervous around him, pip especially. I have been working with pip on some training stuff, mostly rewarding him for sitting calmly and looking at me when the baby tries to touch him, and that’s definitely helping but he’s still just visibly not relaxed when the baby is trying to grab him or pat him. which I totally get! babies move and act in unpredictable ways and have zero awareness of dogs’ discomfort signals. I think I just feel a little sad and bad about it because my little nephew (who is already walking and is the definition of a wildly unpredictable toddler) has a very sweet relationship with my brothers’ dogs and they have no issues letting him grab and pet them and snuggle with them. so that makes me feel like my dog is “bad” or like I messed up with socializing him. HOWEVER I think I just need to reframe that feeling and instead say like… I bet that owen and pip will have a great relationship when he is older and is able to read and respect pip’s cues. pip LOVES older kids (like 5+) and is very gentle and snuggly with them. so for these interim years I need to focus on preserving the potential for a loving relationship by not creating negative associations for either of them so that they can sort of re-meet each other when it’s more appropriate for them to interact. also obviously gotta keep everybody safe too, especially as owen starts moving towards crawling. so here are the things I am going to try:

no leaving them alone together. pip is great at keeping his distance but as the baby learns to roll and crawl to get to Desired Objects I can’t count on the baby not invading his space. if I have to run downstairs or outside with ruthie, the boy gets plopped into the crib or put in his room with the gate up.

separate them anytime food is involved. no more letting the dogs wait around his high chair for food he drops… I don’t want them to have any association between baby + food because I could see them getting pushy about it in the future.

no letting the baby pat the dogs during playtime. this will be the hardest because he LONGS to pet them lol. they are the most fascinating things in the house to him and he wants to TOUCH THEM!!!!!! but I need to start practicing now and idk it’s obviously too early for him to internalize this but it’s probably a good way to start teaching him to respect people���s space.

continue practicing positive reinforcement every night with pip with and without the baby present. pip genuinely enjoys clicker training and loves practicing things for treats. I’ve been having the baby sit in the high chair playing with his toys while pip sits next to him on the ground, so that the baby can reach for pip but neither of them could accidentally make contact. then I do click + treat for the following things: looking at the baby and then looking back at me, letting the baby reach for him and looking back at me, and keeping his attention on me when the baby makes unexpected noises (like banging his toys on the tray or throwing them on the ground). I am going to do some more reading but I think I also want to eventually work on rewarding pip for moving away from the baby—like maybe having him go to his bed and lie down when the baby reaches for him or something. just gotta think about how I want him to react… but I think I basically want him to have a strong instinct to keep his attention focused on me (ignore the baby) or move away from the source of stress and go to a safe place out of the baby’s reach. but I might want to think about how this will have to change when the baby starts walking. hmm and I should also get a playpen for the front room so the baby has space to roll and crawl without rolling into the dogs’ space.

ok!!! this feels like a lot but I think it will be fine. we will try this for a few weeks and then I can reassess and decide if I need to get a trainer in.

[mrsmiagreer]

MILO X SWEETHEART HC’s (IMO Of Course)

When Sweetheart and Milo are in public walking together, they hold onto his bicep instead of his hand. It feels more secure to them

Sweetheart is a classical music person during work but they’re sooo ratchet at home like City Girls up 38 volume with all their windows down in the car

Milo turns up with them like the baddie he is

If one comes home from work late, the other cooks for them. They’re both pretty comfortable with their cooking abilities and it’s never anything too fancy

Indoor date nights with them are always the best.

Baking, Just dance, Karaoke, Video games (Prey and he hates/loves it), Movies, Moviemaking (hehehe), etc.

Milo never wants Sweetheart to be anything but a passenger princess, however he thinks it’s really sexy when they drive

Like a “Hate to see her go, love to watch her leave” thing

Sweetheart always laughed when they would hear baaabe call Milo “Catboy” because he always has Aggro’s hair SOMEWHERE on him

Even though Sweetheart may make fun of his height sometimes, They love it when Milo does things like spoons them or hugs them from behind

Milo and Sweetheart can DANCE

Bond over cute little stuff like how thick their hair is (Or how big their titties are depending on if your version of sweetheart has boobs or is RIPPED👁️👁️)

Sweetheart laughs at Milo’s high school photos, Milo thinks they look super fine in their high school photos and wonders how they ended up with him

Sweetheart makes sure to remind him everytime that he’s super fucking hot and sweet and that’s why they’re with him

Both of them are “sleep in nothing but my underwear” people

Milo took sweetheart on an ACTUAL first date after the shade fight and it was one of the best nights they’ve ever had with someone

And when they got home that night, it turned into a better best night they’ve ever had

Freaks. They do a lot of experimenting

Sweetheart twerks like water and tried to teach Milo. He’s not half bad…but not good enough either

Milo loves cars, sleek black ones

One of the reasons Sweetheart loves the new house they bought is because the kitchen and bathrooms have marble counters

Milo loves it because it’s a three bedroom, so he has enough room for a guest room AND a new and improved walk-in shoe closet

Milo is a shifter and doesn’t have to worry about human self defense too much, but it didn’t stop him from learning how to box

Sweetheart grows literal heart eyes when they see him throw punches and kicks

Agent training made Sweetheart learn how to roundhouse kick and it’s their favorite thing to do

Sweetheart isn’t the best with toddlers or children, but is REALLY good with teenagers and month old babies

He knows they’re both fine without marriage, and he would be fine with this if they didn’t want it…but Milo sees kids in a future with Sweetheart. Little gremlins that look and act like an exact mix of them would top off the family they’ve created

I do think he’s a little scared of being a terrible father though. Because he doesn’t think he had enough of a father to know what a good father looks like. He has nothing to imitate or follow footsteps.

@screaming-over-avior

[basilpaste]

so like. something i wanted to include but felt just a taaaaad too personal for that siffrin post is that like. i am disabled. and my shit is shit youre born with, but the thing is its like. progressive. and there was a period in my life where i realized that i just. couldnt do a lot of the things i used to be able to do.

like i used to go on walks around my neighborhood and stuff and i eventually got to the point where that just wasnt fucking possible anymore. i cant sit for too long or stand for too long and i have to make a conscious effort to hold up my head.

and like. do you have any idea how fucking frustrating that is? how EMBARRASSING it is? to know you could do something once and now its almost impossible? it makes it so unbelievably easy to be mad at yourself. because you could do those things once, you could and it was easy. so you should be able to do them still! but you cant! and now its all gone and you feel like a toddler learning how to walk for the first time.

it feels like its your fault that its happening. that if you just tried harder itd fix is. but it wouldnt! itd just make everything worse! but youre so mad at yourself about it!!!!

[queenimmadolla]

How do you think wayne would play with penny or places theyd go when he has her for a week?

how do you think hed spend quality time with her and engage with her interests? Especially when baby wayne is older? ❤❤

Grandpa Wayne has to make sure his little penny doesn’t feel like she’s being forgotten (even though you and Eddie ensure she's not, nor does she feel like it).

Wayne has very minimal experience with kids. When he got custody of Eddie, he was already an older kid. So I imagine, he’s about the same as he was with Eddie, only he’s aware Penny needs more monitoring. Takes her to the park; when she learns how to walk, he lets her toddle around, toddling alongside her to explore the area and get her energy out, sits on the bench that overlooks the pond with Penny on his lap, sipping his coffee while she munches on a donut and drinks her chocolate milk. And he’ll feed the ducks with her. They’re very comfortable with each other, and Penny seems to understand the difference between her parents and her grandpa, any rambunctiousness disappears when she’s with him. He’s a very peaceful individual so she feels at peace with him. And he doesn’t do baby talk, he talks to her like he’s talking to anyone else, if not a little more gentle.

He’ll take her out for breakfast and lunch to Benny’s diner. Like the park outings, it becomes one of their special things. She chatters about everything and anything she thinks about and he amuses her, adding in his two cents and opinions as he helps her eat her food so she doesn’t make too big of a mess.

She’ll even go to the movies with him and Maude, she’s a very good girl when she’s with them, doesn’t misbehave and it helps that they’re always getting her what she wants. She’s not a very demanding toddler when it comes to materialistic things, doesn’t want every toy she sees or anything like that, but they let her do a little more stuff than Reader and Eddie would readily do, simply because they have more experience than them when it comes to parenting, especially Maude. So while you and Eddie hesitated to allow her to eat popcorn—scared to death she’d choke on a kernel—Wayne and Maude allow her, because they understand how a gag reflex works and Maude knows how to dislodge an obstruction from a child’s throat, and she knows the Heimlich maneuver but that day, thankfully, never comes.

When she spends the night with them, it’s a movie night catered entirely to her interests. She’ll cuddle up to her grandpa, belly full of a bottle and some homemade ravioli Maude had cooked her at her request.

And she loves running errands with them so Wayne likes to take her everywhere he goes. He gets a lot of compliments from everyone about how cute she is, and he loves being able to vent about his grandbaby.

He’ll let her perform her little dance routines for him (they’re terrible and set to music that doesn’t at all go with it, just the latest song she’s heard on the radio or heard you humming, maybe something metal that Eddie had played), joins her at the table when she’s drawing or painting (though he’ll usually read a book, he just likes to be present for her), takes her fishing, to the Indianapolis Zoo.

And as she gets bigger, the bonding becomes even more reoccurring, he’s retired and she can do more than she could when she was a toddler. The only change is that his namesake tags along, neither one of his grand babies ever feels left out and once they get into the kid phase of life, they’ve got an attachment to one another—even if they do fight—so if one goes somewhere, they insist the other come too, and their sibling dynamic continues wherever they go.

He’s there for every, recital, competition, game, etc. a very good gruncle Wayne 🥹