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merakiui · 2 years ago

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!! Goldfishie Riddle !!

Gosh the possibilities,, maybe you were originally a volunteer but were kidnapped as a test subject for Riddle and given to him as a breeding toy? The scientists haven’t quite figured out mer biology yet and you were closest to the standoffish goldfish… so you’re a sacrifice in the name of science.

Somehow they’ve altered you for life underwater so you can breathe and be with him, but you don’t have fins or a tail, only clumsy human feet and hands. Can’t have you swimming away from riddle after all. There’s a shallower part of the pool for you to be able to stand up in but overall Riddle has access to you anytime he wants.

The chase part,,, Riddle gently nonconning you bc he thinks chase = mate??? And you have to explain to him the eggs don’t come out of humans, they stay in your tummy. And when the time comes to give birth, you’re in the shallow area of the water with Riddle gently but firmly stroking your tummy to help the babies come out. He whispers encouragement into your ears <333 helping you through the birth until your little goldfish fry are born! They’re all mini copies of their father with a few human features from you.

As a side note I imagine he’s a lil bit chubby in the cheeks for some reason, I just wanna squish <3

AAAAA YES YES!!!!

(cw: yandere, nsfw, female reader, non-con, pregnancy, aphrodisiac use, oviposition, breeding, delusion, implied stockholm syndrome)

Just imagine how curious he becomes once he realizes your arrival in his enclosure is meant to be a permanent fixture. Riddle is so visibly pleased by this change that he's smiling brightly, so overcome with happiness that he momentarily switches back to mer language and so all you hear are delighted clicks and whistles. He adores you so much; that much is obvious when he tries to be as close to you as possible in the water, reaching out with webbed hands to welcome you into his arms even if you're so intent on staying in the shallows, as far from him as possible. He's growing frustrated with your aversion, but he must remember to remain calm. Nothing good will come out of impatience, and humans are fragile creatures. He must treat you with care and respect.

Riddle tries to talk to you about random things to soothe you. Aside from the fact that you have been paired for mating purposes, the both of you are still friends. And isn't this good for your friendship? Won't living with him in his enclosure bring you much closer than before? Riddle isn't dangerous. He's nothing like those brutish moray eels or that sly octopus! He's sweet and genuine, and he only wants you to be comfortable while you're here. His space is your space now, and he doesn't mind sharing it. In fact, it would be so nice if you could sleep beneath the water with him, yet you're so determined to stay away. He doesn't understand what he's doing wrong. He shares his meals, he smiles at you, he talks to you, he tries to love you even if you avoid him... He's doing everything a good friend (and mate) is meant to do!

Sometimes the researchers feed you a strange medicine and it allows you to temporarily love him enough for you to let him explore your peculiar anatomy. Riddle likes to learn through hands-on experiences, so when you're so pliable and obedient his delicate fingers will spread your pussy open so he can peer inside while silently wondering if this is where your eggs will come out of. You stretch so wide! He's so amazed and awestruck when he fits three fingers in in one sudden thrust. And the reactions you make to all of his touches are so inviting. When you arch your back, when you gasp and moan, when your fingers curl into his hair when he slides his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue... Everything you do is so cute. He drags himself out of the water and onto the platform in the shallows, pressing his body against yours, to kiss at every part of you, cold hands curling around your breasts to squeeze and tug. When you're like this, you always let him sleep with you in the aftermath. You even let him hug you! Even though you may dislike the medicine the researchers give you, Riddle loves the effects it has on you.

You've told him time and time again that you can't release any eggs naturally and that there's no way you can mate in the way he expects to mate with you. The first time should have landed, but it took a few more insistent statements for Riddle to understand. Of course it would be different for you. You're a human with different anatomy and mating customs. But that doesn't mean he can't give you eggs. Merfolk are very adaptable creatures, and Riddle is a determined goldfish in love! When he chases you in the tank and you avoid him (though you aren't very fast; how can you possibly out-swim a mer when you don't possess the fins and tail necessary for cutting through the water so smoothly?), he thinks this is finally happening. You're accepting him and he can start a family with you. He's made sure to produce many eggs of his own so that they can all find a nice temporary home inside that warm, wet hole he liked to finger and lick all those times when you were under the influence of the medicine.

He's so gentle. His arms are wrapped around you and his tail curls between your legs, and he presses himself flush against your front when he thrusts all the way inside, softly cooing at you in an incoherent mix of mer and human language. He's learned that some humans often mate facing one another, so he wants to try this for your first time. And it feels so snug inside you, and he gets to admire your pretty face as you cry and whine. He'll swallow every protest with plenty of open-mouthed kisses, rocking inside you so very slowly so you can get used to him. You're clenching so hard and it's so tight inside that he wonders how an entire clutch will ever fit, but he knows you can do it. And he tells you this when he fills you with a special sort of slick that will help the eggs settle so much easier inside your womb. You squirm and struggle in his arms, but he holds firm, promising to you that you're doing well and that it'll be okay.

Riddle's so blissfully happy when he deposits the first few eggs inside you and you slowly but surely submit, your eyes veiled with glazed emotions. He thinks he might be crying as well when he feels your stomach swell, so full of eggs and slick and semen. He's going to have a family with you! He's going to be a father! You've finally accepted him as your mate (or perhaps he ought to say lover instead?)! He can build a happy family, one that will be filled with the love he never received as a fry. Oh, he's so, so happy and he voices his enthusiasm even if you aren't all that present to absorb his praise.

You still stay in the shallows after the fact, and for once Riddle doesn't mind it. You look so beautiful with your full belly. He stares at you with his elbows propped on the ledge of the shallows, so distracted and lovestruck that even the researchers can't get through to him. Riddle panics when they try to get close to you, and he splashes them when they attempt to touch you. The minute a hand that isn't his or yours strays too close to your pregnant tummy is when he's turning red with anger, glaring so viciously at the researchers and berating them with harsh, loud clicks and whistles. Though you can't understand his words, you can tell he's threatening and cursing them to the deepest trench and back.

Riddle likes when you pat his head. He likes when you soften enough to run your fingers over his pretty ear fins or squish his cheeks between your warm, welcoming hands. His fingers wrap around your wrists to keep your hands in place and he smiles so sweetly at you. Humans have a dozen ways to communicate their love for one another and so do merfolk. Mer language sounds very musical and rhythmic to keen ears, and Riddle can sing of all the phrases mers use to convey affection. He uses these even if you can't understand the sentiment. All that matters is that you know just how much he cares for you.

He's nervous when it comes time for you to give birth. Your stomach has only grown so much in the following months, a result of the goldfish fry getting bigger within their eggs. (He never anticipated just how big you would get.) He's excited, of course, but then there's also the underlying thrum of anxiety that courses through him. You've gotten better at letting him approach you. You used to flinch away and glare; now you seem less averse to him and his careful touch. He'll hold you against his chest, one hand rubbing circles into your hip while the other caresses your bloated belly to help lessen the pressure of so many eggs. He whispers the sweetest encouragements to you, presses kisses to the back of your neck, calls you mommy so you can get used to hearing it. You'll feel so exhausted and empty after the entire process and Riddle is so proud of you. He knew you could do it.

And perhaps you'll miss the feeling of being so full and round to the point where you'll beg him to fuck you again. He will (that's a promise), but you need to rest first. You'll fall asleep listening to a lullaby sung so softly in a language you can't understand, but it sounds so beautiful all the same. Riddle will kiss your forehead while he admires the many eggs, each one filled with a tiny, precious bundle of life. He definitely cries when they hatch and he sees his precious fry for the first time, cradling as many as he can hold in his palms and arms. How can he not become so emotional when they are the culmination of his and your love? He will adore each and every single one of them, and he's so lucky to be able to raise them alongside you.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #yandere twst #tw: oviposition #tw: noncon #tw: pregnancy #tw: aphrodisiac #tw: breeding #riddle my most beloved goldfishie <3

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artydonsgf · 6 months ago

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What do you think the challengers trio would be into if they weren’t into tennis? Like their ambitions/goals and stuff.

Idk why but I see Tashi as interested in going into something law medicine because of the human connections present in the field but also the ambition needed to become a doctor is something she could have. Just what i think. I couldn’t think of anything for patrick or art, bur would love to see your thoughts on all three.

ouuu i love this, thank you sm for the request anon! enjoy my thoughts on careers for art, tashi, and patrick that aren’t tennis!

Art Donaldson

- art likes the fast paced nature of tennis but he also likes to slow down

- for that reason, i’m gonna say he’d go into something sciencey

- i think art would excel in school and would be able to go to any school and get any degree, he just chose tennis as his focus

- without it, he goes into chemistry and becomes a very good chemical engineer

- he loves it because on some days he can work in his office and be home in time for dinner and tucking the kids in bed

- other days, he gets to go to the lab/do field work and do something really exciting and cool

- it keeps him away from home for a week at a time but when that week is over, he has a bunch of exciting stories to tell

- loves the work life balance it brings him

Tashi Duncan

- tashi would 100% go into sports medicine.

- i think if she couldn’t go pro, she’d still want to stay in the sports world

- she thrives in a setting where she is helping people

- sports medicine means helping people and also still having that proximity to tennis

- shes also good at her job because she’s able to deliver bad news with the utmost kindness and empathy since she gets it

- extremely well loved by all her patients, so she travels to multiple schools within the country since she can’t pick just one

- ask any college athlete and they have a story about how dr tashi duncan basically saved their career with her magic touch

- first doctor in her family and she’s so happy to be inspiration for kids in her community

- loves hearing people call her doctor, it proves that all her hardwork was well worth it

- tashi is the type to go all in with something so she’d be married to the job

Patrick Zweig

- he’d wanna be a stay at home husband

- joke but i honestly kinda struggled with this

- lowkey, i can see firefighter patrick….

- he needs something straightforward, something that doesn’t need mind games to solve

- being a firefighter is perfect

- go into burning building, get people out, pour water on aforementioned burning building, get praised for it

- it works for him

- enjoys the rush and excitement of the job

- also loves when he helps someone and they thank him with genuine words

- interested in all the work that’s adjacent to his (think emts, doctors, law enforcement)

- contemplated switching to the station’s emt team but decided against it

- he doesn’t have a family till later in life so the crazy hours don’t really bother anyone but him

- for this reason, he’s basically married to his job

tashi’s came to me the easiest (i am so passionate about her), art was a little harder, but patrick’s was so hard, i hope this lives up to your expectations! enjoy!

#challengers #challengers headcanons #challengers imagine #challengers fic #challengers drabble #art donaldson #tashi duncan #patrick zweig #art donaldson x reader #tashi duncan x reader #patrick zweig x reader #artydonsgf

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 3 months ago

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Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: I wanna take this time to thank everyone for continuing to read & support this story. I can't begin to express my gratitude & love for all of you! I feel like the updates for his story have been lacking a bit since I've been in school. Now I'm starting work this week, I'm afraid I'll become slower w/ updates, but I won't give up on his story. I love it so much. Even if it takes me till December to finish it, I WILL. I hope y'all enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Epilogue. Soundtrack.

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FOURTEEN: SWEET MEDICINE.

You wake up the next morning to a blinding light.

At first, you think the snake bite got you and you’ve officially entered the afterlife, but then you hear Gojo’s voice. He is laughing and singing, his voice loud and off-key. You also hear the sound of running water.

Once your eyes adjust, you find yourself lying beneath the trees in the same spot you feel asleep in. You slowly sit up, naked underneath your blanket and your foot elevated. You’re not in any kind of pain from the bite. Surprisingly enough, you don’t feel anything, but that doesn’t scare you like it should.

Instead, you feel thirsty. You have a burning in your throat that can only be quenched with water. Any normal human being would simply go get water, so you do just that, not even paying any mind to the fact that you’re completely buttnaked. The early morning summer breeze cools your balmy skin as you walk through the forest, following the sound of the running water and Gojo’s awful singing.

When you finally make it to your destination, all thoughts of water suddenly leave you at the sight of your partners in crime soaking in the water. The trees have given away to a beautiful creek and waterfall where cool, refreshing-looking water rushes freely down into the creek Geto and Gojo occupy. The water luckily hits their waist, so you don’t see anything below.

You stand behind a tree with a thick tree trunk, shamelessly watching the outlaws scrub their arms and legs, sinewy with muscles and fine hair, with handmade soap and fern from pine leaves. Gojo faces you, his pecs and stomach glistening with water, while Geto has his big, muscular back to you.

“Would you please stop singin’ that song?” he groans, exasperated. “Other songs other than “Texas Hold ‘Em” exist, Satoru.”

Gojo laughs, his blue eyes glistening in the sunlight. “But it’s the only song that matters right now!” he protests. “Don’t act like it ain’t catchy!” He continues to sing, his voice echoing among the empty forest, as loud as the rushing water.

Geto shushes him, splashing him. “Keep your voice down! She’s probably still…” Gojo suddenly goes quiet, his eyes meeting yours across the way from where you stand. Geto turns around, his eyes aglow at the sight of you. “Oh, never mind.”

“Hey, you!” Gojo cheerily says, breaking out into a smile. “You woke up just in time! We’re almost done if you want a dip. How’s that foot doin’?” You don’t answer, instead silently staring at them. You greedily drink in their bodies, hardened and scarred by years of their outlaw lifestyle.

“Y/N?” Geto blinks at you, confused and worried about you not talking. Holding his beautiful, mahogany eyes with yours, you slowly reveal yourself to him and Gojo, stepping into the sunlight. Their lips part and their eyes widen at the sight of your naked body.

Slowly, you stumble towards them, but Geto quickly reaches over and stops you, his arms blocking you from walking any further into the creek. “Whoa, whoa, wait,” he protests. “What are you doin’, little miss?”

You twist toward him in his arms, smiling at the way the sunlight sparkles in his eyes. He’s so handsome. “You look so good,” you sigh. “I want you…want you to fuck me now.” Your hands trail down his chiseled chest, down his stomach, and farther down, down down—

Geto quickly grabs your wandering hands, stopping you from moving down any further. “Hold on just a sec,” he says. “W-We can’t–”

“He can join too,” you add, nodding at a shocked Gojo watching from afar. “I can handle two of y’all. Just let me show you…” You lean in towards the black-haired outlaw, your eyes trained on the same lips you felt on your body last night.

“Wait, Y/N, stop,” he firmly says. His expression is hard, but worried. “Don’t do this.” You take that as a sign of rejection. He doesn’t want you. Suddenly, you feel burned and your lip wobbles as a random rush of tears begins to break. “Don’t you want me?” you sniffle. “Don’t you…”

A sudden wave of nausea stops you from talking and you press a hand to your forehead, suddenly light-headed. Geto presses a hand to your back, rubbing it gently.

“Y/N?” he questions.

You open your eyes to look at two of them, but find there to be four, spinning and whirling and mixing into one another. “There’s four of you,” you giggle, gripping Geto’s forearms. “I-I feel funny.”

That’s the last thing you say before you feel yourself lose your head and fatigue fall over you. Your knees crumble and you go limp in Geto’s arms. “Y/N!” Geto shouts, that being the last thing you hear as darkness overtakes you.

*********

The next time you wake up, you see another blinding light. Now you really think you’re dead.

“Oh, good,” an unfamiliar, deep voice says. “You’re awake. I was so sure you wouldn’t wake up at all.”

When your eyesight adjusts, you turn your head to your head to find a handsome blonde man sitting in an armchair reading a book and drinking coffee. A white lab coat drapes over his blue button-up and slacks underneath, glasses perched on his nose. You squint at him, unsure of why he seems so familiar to you.

When you see his eyes, that night at the train tracks comes rushing back to you. You sit up immediately. “It’s you!” you exclaim. “What are you doin’ here?” Once you do sit up, you regret it and press a hand to your pounding head.

Nanami smiles at you, closing his book. ‘Well, you’re in my infirmary,” he chuckles. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Ms. Y/N.”

Infirmary? Now that your vision has cleared more, you take a look around the strange room: polished wooden floorboards, butter yellow walls, and a wooden nightstand where a covered bowl of fruit and a glass of water sit. You sit in a comfortable bed surrounded by machines, including an IV in your wrist. These machines and the paper gown you wear prove Nanami’s words correct.

Nanami rises from his seat, places his book on his chair, and walks to the window. “Where am I?” you ask. “I mean, other than in your infirmary.” He twists the blinds open, hitting you with rays of sun and a sight of apple trees blossoming with pink flowers outside your window. “Willow Springs,” he answers. “Your friends brought you here about three days ago. They rode like hell to get you here after you–”

“Wait, wait,” you cut in, your eyes widening at the newfound information. “I’ve been here for three days?” Nanami nods, closing the blinds the minute you begin to rub your temples.

You try to backtrack your steps and remember the last time you were conscious. You see flashes of the Devil’s Trail and its hot, sandy trails; the snake lashing at your ankle; the starry night sky; Gojo and Geto’s eyes. They’re all just flashes. No clear, cut memories you can focus on. “Why the hell can’t I remember nothin’?!” you exclaim. “Why can I–oh, my head hurts.”

Your head feels like it’s about to explode with how hard it’s pounding. Not to mention how parched you are. As if reading your mind, Nanami passes you the glass of water along with the bowl of fruit. “Relax, eat and take a sip.”

You do as he says and take a long sip of the water before taking off the lid on the bowl and popping a strawberry into your mouth. The sweet, juicy, tarty taste of the berry explodes onto your tongue and you tingle with pleasure. Nanami watches you from afar, arms crossed.

Then he begins to relay more information to you: “After you were bit by that snake, the venom had a prolonged spread, meanin’ that it didn’t spread as quickly in the first few hours after you got bit. But after some time, probably during the night into the next morning, it slowly spread throughout your veins. Your immune system couldn’t fight the toxins, so that’s why you fainted at some point and were unconscious for so long.”

He comes over to the end of the bed and takes hold of the warm cotton blanket covering you. “Brace yourself,” he says before peeling back the blanket to reveal your foot.

You gape in horror at your foot tightly wrapped in bandages, your toes slightly red and peeking out of the handmade boot. “Oh, my God,” you gasp. “Look at my toenails!” They are black as if some kind of fungus has formed underneath them.

“Those will clear up with the antibiotics I’ve been givin’ you,” Nanami explains. “As I said before, the Gunslingers rode like hell to get you here and immediately made a call to me to ask for help. Since you’ve been out, I’ve been takin’ care of you.”

You blink up at the doctor, your heart fluttering at the mention of the Gunslingers. They brought you here? “They thought you were dead when they brought you in,” Nanami solemnly continues. “If they would’ve waited a day longer to bring you here, you would’ve been.”

You don’t even want to think about that. “Where are they?” you ask. “Where’s my horse?”

“All stayin’ at a bed and breakfast ten minutes away for the time being while you recover,” the doctor replies. “They’ve been visitin’ you daily, so they’ll be happy to know that you’ve awakened.”

Once again, your stomach flaps and flutters like a jar full of butterflies at the mention of the gunslinging duo. Not only did they rush to bring you here while you were on the brink of death, but they also have been visiting you. You sip your water to hide how much this affects you. “Well, thank you for the help, Kento,” you say, “but I need to–”

“I’m sorry, but you can’t go anywhere just yet,” Nanami interrupts, his tone soft but firm. You blink at him, confused. “You’ll have to rest at least for another week and gradually move on to walkin’ again. But you will walk.”

You gape at him, wondering if he’s deadass. A week?! You can’t afford to lose a week of lying about when your target is out there somewhere…and probably looking for you. “Listen, I can’t be here right now,” you sternly argue, peeling back the blanket. “I have someone after me. Benji the Bandit–”

“Doesn’t know you’re here,” Nanami says, putting the blanket back on you. “And before you ask, yes, our sheriff knows you and the Gunslingers are here, but he agreed to keep you here until you’ve recovered and as long as you don’t cause trouble. I doubt you’ll do much of that on that foot.”

He nods down at your tightly wrapped foot that could scare even the hardest man alive. You sigh, realizing he’s right. You can’t do anything right now. “Thank you,” you say. “I mean it and…I’m sorry I’m so paranoid.”

You feel embarrassed for acting the way that you do. Suddenly, you remember Geto’s words that he said to you on the Devil’s Trail: “You’re too hellbent…too reckless…”

You wither with shame, realizing that he’s right. The reason you were put on those train tracks and bitten by that snake is all because of you and your stupid decisions. Maybe a week stuck in a bed is exactly what you need. Maybe it’s God’s way of telling you, “Slow the fuck down, my child!”

Nanami shrugs, looking like it couldn’t bother him less. “Don’t mention it. I told you already that this town respects what you and the Gunslingers do for those who’ve been victimized by troubled folk.” You smile, feeling good about that. You didn’t realize so many people respected you other than feared you.

The door suddenly creaks open and a young man with fluffy, pink hair and a bright smile pokes his head in. “Oh, she’s awake!” he says. “Mr. Nanamin, there’s an old couple downstairs who wants to see you, sir!”

Nanami nods, already walking to the door. “Thank you, Itadori.” The pink-haired boy’s smile grows wider and he pops out of frame. “Excuse me for a moment,” Nanami says, taking his glasses off and placing them in his coat pocket. “Help yourself to the rest of the fruit.”

He then closes the door and leaves you alone to your own devices. You sit there and chomp on the sliced apples, oranges, and strawberries before you hear the door creak open once more. “She’s right in here,” Nanami whispers. “Just please be gentle with her. She looks like she’s had a rough journey.”

Your heart leaps, thinking that it’s the Gunslingers coming to see you. Though these visitors aren’t, your heart still pounds as fast as a hummingbird’s wings at the sight of the old couple standing before you.

The woman wears a floral blue dress and matching flats, her silver hair that you remember always playing with when you were younger tied into a long braid going down her back. Her face has more lines than before, aged with time, but she still has those loving brown eyes that remind you of those chocolate chip cookies she used to bake you, warm and sweet.

She covers her mouth at the sight of you, her eyes glassy and the gold band on her ring finger gleaming. It’s nice to know that after all this time, they are still together. “Y/N,” she tearfully sobs. “Oh, my darlin’, it’s really you!”

You feel tears begin to push past your eyes too when you recognize them. “Mama,” you whisper. “Papa.”

Her husband, who has more prominent lines and wrinkles in his face, takes his cowboy hat off of his head, showing off the same salt-and-pepper hair that he has on his chin. He wears a flannel and slacks with a corduroy jacket that you remember him always wearing.

“Sweetheart,” he gasps. “Thank God, you’re okay! We’ve been worried sick about you, my love!”

Mr. Eren and Mrs. Yuri Tokyoami immediately rush to your bed and stand on either side of it. They don’t touch you immediately, too afraid of startling you or possibly accidentally ripping out a wire, but they still take your hands in either of yours, gripping them tightly.

You can’t believe it. You can’t believe your parents are here after all this time. “How’d you find me?” you ask, shocked.

“We’re year-long patients of Dr. Nanami,” Yuri explains. “Your father needed his knee fixed years ago and we mentioned him to you.” You look at Nanami who only smiles, silently watching by the door.

“Minus the outlaw part,” Eren chuckles, placing his hat at the foot of the bed. “I guess he put the pieces together once you were here and he called us immediately. We moved here three years after you left ‘cause the taxes got too high. After I sold the old farm and Yuri’s apprentice took over the bakery, we bought a much bigger farm here a couple of miles down the road.”

The gears in your head turn slowly, processing all of this newfound information, but when your dad tells you that they moved to Willow Springs three years after you left home, you pause. “Y-You’ve been livin’ here this whole time?” you shakily ask.

He nods, his expression confused. He doesn’t understand. He can’t understand. Neither one of them could ever.

For so long, you’ve been wondering where they are and if they still lived in Elden’s Valley. You resisted the urge to go home, to call, or to even write a letter. You wondered if they still missed you or if they were still looking for you…if they even remembered you.

And here they are now, aged with time and yet still so full of the same love they had for you years ago when they found you in that cart of flowers.

You burst into tears again, covering your face. Yuri places a hand on your back, comforting you. Then you feel both of their arms around you, finally being embraced by the people you love most. “I’m sorry,” you sob. “I would’ve sent a letter or called if I knew, but I couldn’t–”

“Honey, we know,” Yuri coos, caressing your hair. “We’ve seen you in newspapers and on those ‘Wanted’ posters. All we could do was pray for you to be safe and to one day come back to us.”

To hear that be made perfectly clear to you—that they never forgot you—makes you cry even harder. “I’ve done so many things!” you cry. “Papa, I-I’ve–”

“Hush now, darlin’,” he shushes you, pressing your head into his chest. He smells of tobacco and mint like he always has. “You’re still our little girl. Our flower, no matter what you’ve done in life. We could never be disappointed in you, my love.”

You clutch his jacket and cry, cry, cry, letting all of your pain and longing come up to the surface. And at some point, Nanami leaves the room to give you time alone with your family who cry with you.

*******

That night, after your parents leave you to head back home, you spend the night in Nanami’s infirmary where you’re visited by two ghosts of your very recent past.

Those ghosts being Geto and Gojo the Gunslingers. You’re chomping down on your dinner of assorted fruits, a spring salad, and green tea (Nanami insisted you eat light for now) when you hear a sudden knock at the door. Nanami has retired to his home, leaving the overnight staff to watch over you.

You turn, expecting to see one of his aids or nurses there, but your stomach flips when you see Gojo standing there in his cowboy attire, hat and boots included. He only thing different with him are the sunglasses he has on instead of his blindfold. He looks like the fourth blind mouse with them on, but you also find them endearing.

“Well, look who decided to join the land of the livin’ again,” he jokes. He takes the glasses down, giving you a peak of his blue eyes. “Did a bad dream wake ya, little miss?”

Geto slides through behind him, taking his black cowboy hat off while Geto keeps his on. His hair is tied into a ponytail, the simple yet sexy hairstyle accentuating his handsome face. “It’s good to see you up, Y/N,” he sighs, sounding relieved. “We were worried.”

They walk farther into the room, Geto taking a seat in the chair beside your bed while Gojo leans against the wall near the window. You sit up in the bed, feeling slightly embarrassed for them to see you in such a state. You can tell that Geto is genuine too when he says they were worried and you think back to Nanami telling you how hard they rode to get you here.

“Thank you,” you softly say. Gojo smiles, happy to hear you talking. “We’ve got another visitor here to see ya.” He peels back the curtains to the window and raps lightly on the glass.

A familiar, long face with big, black eyes and a silky fur appears behind the glass, staring at you. “Reneigh, darlin’!” you joyfully shout. As if hearing you, her ears wiggle. “We’ve been takin’ care of her while you recovered,” Gojo explains. “Just brushin’ her and braidin’ her hair. She’s a sweetheart.”

Hearing that they’ve been caring for your horse while you were unconscious makes your heart flutter. You pass it off as being grateful for their generosity. You take. sip of your tea, breathing in the steam, herbs, and lemon. “Nanami told me y’all visited me while I was out.”

Gojo nods, moving to pick an orange slice out of your fruit bowl without asking. You let him do it. ��Had to make sure you were okay,” he says like it’s so obvious. “Y’know, we thought you were already dead when we brought ya here. You felt like a limb noodle.”

“Well, snake venom will do that to ya,” you chuckle. The duo laughs along with you. “Y’all met my parents too, apparently.” Geto’s eyes light up with recognition. “Oh, the farmer and his sweet wife?” he asks. You nod, inwardly cringing as you remember your parents mentioning the two while they were here.

While Yuri was rather happy about the idea of the two being your friends, Eren was less than approving. “You’re friends with the Gunslingers?” he asked, sounding extremely perturbed by the idea. Yuri laid a hand on his arm, calming him. “Eren, honey, they saved her life,” she argued. “And they were so nice to us!”

You gaped up at them, almost dropping your glass of water. “Y’all met them?” you gasped.

Yuri nodded, smiling fondly. “Oh, they’re such gentlemen,” she gushed. “They came here to visit you at the same time as us one day and we learned that they rode ya in here. Such sweet men, they are.” You still gape at her starry-eyed expression, the gears in your head slowly turning. Geto and Gojo met your parents?

Eren grunts indifferently. “They may be sweet, but they’re still wanted outlaws.”

In that moment, you see yourself in him like you’re looking in a mirror. You would have said this same thing months ago before you met Geto and Gojo. All outlaws were the same to you…until them. And you need to defend them. “And so am I, Papa,” you argued, placing your hand on his bigger, wrinkled one. “They don’t kill innocents. They go after evil people, just like me!”

“And they saved her life,” Yuri added, her eyes loving yet firm as they stared into her husband’s. “Just give ‘em a chance, dear. Y/N did and they seem very happy together.” She turned to you, still starry-eyed and excited. “So how long have you known ‘em? When’s the wedding?”

You blinked at her, confused. And then you went hot with humiliation. “H-Huh?!” you stammered. “No, Mama, you’ve got it wrong! We’re just friends!”

Eren looked relieved while Yuri looked like you just shot her. “See, Yuri?” he sighed. “Always jumpin’ to conclusions. She’ll get married when she gets married!” You didn’t ask why your mom seemed so overjoyed about you marrying two of the most notorious outlaws in the Wild West, but you didn’t want to know.

You flush as you look at the two now, Yuri’s question about marriage still bothering you like a pesty fly. “So how were you two handlin’ things?” You ask, wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible.

Gojo points at the fruit bowl questionably and you nod, rolling your eyes. Now he decides to ask? He plucks a strawberry out of the bunch this time. “Eh, it’s kinda weird bein’ in one place for so long, but we’ve gotten used to it. It’s pretty nice to sleep in a clean bed and take a shower every mornin’.”

“We’re stayin’ at a bed an’ breakfast for now,” Geto explains. “Just until you’re healed up, but we don’t really have a timestamp on how long we’ll be stayin’ there for.”

“And it’s for free!” Gojo happily announces, his joy over such a thing endearing to you. “The old lady who runs the place told us she loves us for our work, so she gave us the room free of charge.” He smirks at you. “To tell ya the truth, I think she just wants to fuck us.”

Suddenly, a series of memories come flooding back to you: the starry Western skies; the moonlight turning the tips of the trees silver; the softness of Geto and Gojo’s hair between your fingers; their calloused hands; their wet tongues and soft mouths; Gojo’s piano fingers sliding inside of you while Geto plays with your—

You press a hand to your head, wincing at the embarrassing memories. Now they decide to come back to you of all times?! Geto notices your discomfort and places a gentle hand on your knee. “You alright?” he asks, concerned.

When you flinch at his touch, he notices and quickly backs off, afraid that he hurt you. “Y-Yeah,” you reply a little too quickly. “M’fine.” You cough into your hand, attempting to recover. “So when are we thinkin’ of gettin’ back on the road to find Benji?” you ask, changing the subject.

The duo look at each other, silently speaking to one another, and you can see that you said the wrong thing. Gojo quickly sprinkles some sugar on the awkward moment though. “Whoa there, girl,” he chuckles. “Relax! You just woke up from a venom-indunced coma. Can’t the Bandit wait till you’re better?”

“But I am better!” you protest despite your black toenails and throbbing foot. “Nanami said I should be good in a week, so we can leave then.”

Geto becomes the voice of reason despite your disagreement with him. “You need rest,” he soothingly says. “We’ll have plenty of time to go after Benji once you’re 100%, but for now, just take this time to recuperate.” You think about his and Gojo’s reactions to holding you almost-lifeless body and give in to the duo’s “suggestion”. And just like that, it’s settled.

“So what’s this about us gettin’ married?” Gojo asks, plucking another orange slice from your fruit bowl. “Your mama seemed pretty animate about that.” He gives you a smirk as he goes to peel the slice, but you snatch it back before he can.

“Please shut up,” you sigh while Geto laughs.

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lilmcttens · 1 year ago

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(My) Amity Headcanons

In the Timeskip Luz distracts Amity on phone calls so much that she burns whatever she's cooking while she's standing in front of the stove! Emira has to keep a sharp eye on her and Edric quickly extinguishes it.

Whenever Amity says no to something Em & Ed wanna do together. They ask Luz to please, please, back them up and ask her and she'll usually cave and say. "Alright."

The Blight twins were really confused. At first at the beginning of Amity's dating Luz why Amity was into Luz. When they did all the same mischievous things that Luz did. Somehow it's different when it's coming from Luz! Including pranks which would get on their nerves a little bit!

Amity has a small rivalry with Mattholomue for class council. However, it's not nearly as intense as that of his and Gus's rivalry or Amity's forced rivalry with Boscha due to her mom and Boscha's mom still competing since Hexside days.

At one point Emira and Edric felt like they were becoming the third wheel to their own sister due to her dating Luz and tried desperately to get her attention or make her mad but nothing was working. So they sat her down and expressed their concerns and she quickly came to their rescue and promised both of them she would never abandon them for her love.

Amity schemes to get Ed and Em to show affection to each other. It’s not horrible or invasive I don’t think cause since the twins are pretty hands-on and affectionate anyway. It works. But the gist of it is that they’ll be good hugging her tightly and she somehow squeezes out and sneaks away, but somehow leaves Em and Ed hugging one another and then they jump back at one another disgusted and shout her name. Which just leaves her laughing at them.

Has Nightmares about Hooty's kidnapping and will never forget it.

Amity's hair used to once a time be as green as her sibling's hair, but the queen of not touching up her roots let it fade over time to be the light shade we saw in season 1.

Amity is not a fan of medicine and does not like to willingly take it much; but if she absolutely must she will force herself to do so, however, she will not give anyone else an easy time giving it to her. She’s just never liked the taste of any.

Amity's been a bit of a chaotic goofball since she was a child, but living with a mother like Odalia it's not only hard for her to express herself, but Emira and Edric have a hard time too. However, she became playful and teasing when she started dating Luz. She didn't really change in that since of rekindling her childhood she just became more of the person she really wanted to be. That fun-loving side was always there someone just had to come along and help coax it out of her.

(I think that's beautiful because there are so many saying Amity "lost her personality" I would argue she just thrived to become more of who she was hiding from the world. Maybe she hides behind a cool front, but she's a goofball at heart.)

Amity magically enchants her favorite black nail polish so it never chips. A trick learned from Odalia. Appearances are key! Also, AMITY HAS FANGS. We were robbed.

When Ghost knows Amity is emotionally vulnerable and needs familia love she will grab the Blights Emira, Edric, Alador, | minus Odalia (sometimes) and with her teeth or her claws or grappling their pant legs in her fangs lead them to her

Amity gets as sleepy as Alador.

Tries to keep a perfect sleep schedule.

(My) Amity kept the star ⭐️ and moon pajamas!

Strawberries are Amity's favorite human fruit.

Amity had no choice but to hold her twin siblings' hands while growing up when they went out somewhere. If they decided to sneak off somewhere too they might often take her along while she pulled back with her heels on the ground against the grain, but it was for her own good and safety.

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a-chuffed-floating-panda · 2 months ago

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A love in the eye of the hurricane ch10 (unedited)

(Originally posted 3 July 2022. Slightly better edited chapter)

Amala looked over at Tashi’s table, where she was sitting with Palden, Jamyang and Gawa.

Jaya was off getting her second plate of food.

“So,” she started, “I heard Palden teaches medicine at her temple, one of the youngest too.” She only knew that because she caught Jamyang- literally- when she jumped towers with a bit too many books in her arms. And when she’d asked why she was carrying books on medicine, she’d beamed at her and answered,

“Because Lala, Palden’s smart. She is one of the youngest to teach medicine at her temple. I wanna do something similar.” She wholeheartedly believed that Jamyang could do something similar, but she would learn to squabble with the elders.

She’d heard talks about Jamyang, maybe getting her arrows early. The child in question had no plans in getting them early, aiming at her seventeenth year at the earliest

Choda’s utensils clacked loudly against her plate. “Well, good for her.” She scowled at her plate, having played with her remaining food for the last fifteen minutes.

Ceba and Chesa shared glances at each other. She continued, “and I heard she got her arrows at 14.” Amala eyed all the feelings in Choda’s ever changing expression.

Anger, being one she’d never seen as often as now.

“Really?”

“That’s impressive.”

“Can you not,” The corner of her mouth twitched, as if she wanted to say something else but stopped herself, “I don’t want to speak about her right.” Her brows pinched as she focused on her food.

Having an inkling, Amala pressed, “why?”

Ceba jumped onto that. “yeah why? It’s an enormous achievement and something that should be celebrated.”

“I just don’t want to, okay?” She snapped, catching them off guard, looking remorseful immediately.

“Okay, fine,” There was worry in Chesa’s brow, “we won’t talk about her.”

“You can-just, not now, okay?” She looked conflicted, eyes glazed over, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It’s okay,” Amala put a hand on her shoulder, “we know you. You don’t snap unless something is bothering you,” she hoped that her voice didn’t appear condescending, “so you can tell us when you’re ready.”

She met Jamyang’s stare from across the room, glanced at Choda and then back at her.

Was this jealousy she was seeing?

Jamyang and Yara approached them hand in hand after lunch. “No tact at all, Lala.” She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel being scolded by someone seven winters her junior.

Then there’s the questioning stares of her friends.

“Come,” she grabbed her hand, “Assam has approved you to join our support group.” “H-he did?” Was that why he was at their table? “Yeah? Why did you think he was at your table?” She looked at her friends behind her. “I will borrow her for a bit. I’ll return her later.”

Had this not been the situation it was, she totally would’ve laughed. She hadn’t seen Jamyang- Yara did it often- huff and puff in such annoyance ever since she was three winters and couldn’t get her snacks on time.

There’s a bunch of birds in Tashi’s room, like a lot of them. Amala didn’t know what to make of it. All of them quieted when she entered.

It was scary.

Tashi looked up at her from where she was laying in Palden’s lap, “Hello Lala.” She smiled at her, a genuine wide smile that reached her eyes. Not one of her tired ones that’s become the norm.

“Hello Tashi,” Jamyang guided her in between all the birds. She made sure to not accidentally step on one of them and got a seat close to the others; the birds functioned like a buffer, protecting those sitting in the little circle.

“Everyone,” Jamyang addressed the birds, “this is Amala, a new member of our ever-growing support group.” That got a chortle out of Tashi. “Assam has approved of her and you will start treating her decently.”

What does she do? All the birds looked at her with way too knowing eyes, human like almost. It was uncomfortable.

“Um,” she waved at them, “hello?” Yara giggled at her, “why do you sound confused?” She picked up a bird and nuzzled it. “They’re just birds.” Amala swallowed her retort.

A small chick tumbled on its feet towards her and its mother swooped in front of it and puffed her chest out at her.

Just birds, right.

“You’re unfamiliar to them.” Jamyang scooped the chick and its mother up in her palms and put them in hers. Amala did not panic. “They’re careful to trust people because they’re members of our support group and their job is to protect and comfort Tashi when none of us can be there.”

The chick seemed content, nuzzling into the palms of her hands. The mother bird, on the other hand, glared her down, as if the slightest wrong movement was going to set her off.

“U-uh,” she stuttered, eyes moving repeatedly in between the fluff balls in her hands and at Jamyang. “What?” She blinked owlishly at her. Amala couldn’t see if she did it on purpose or not; she knew her feelings around animals, especially birds.

“The mother bird is really scary….”

Tashi let out a breathy laugh and sat up with some support from Palden, “are you still anxious around birds?” And scooped the mother and chick duo up, the two of them nuzzling into her palms and looking way more content than they did with her.

“I’m not that anxious around them anymore.” She admitted.

“Right, and you did not freak out at the sight of Aika when you first saw her?”

“You can’t blame me for that one, fire breathing birds aren’t normal around here!”

Tashi doubled over in laughter, the act making Amala’s eyes widened.

She hadn’t heard that sound in a while.

She wasn’t fond of birds because of an incident with an eel-swan when she was a child.

There was always a distance between her and whatever bird or animal she was admiring after that.

When Tashi threw her legs over her lap, Amala felt a little less out of place among the hundreds- yes, hundreds, Yara confirmed it- of birds surrounding them. “They won’t bite,” she looked down at Tashi who had at least six birds perching all over her torso,- including that mother chick duo- she tensed when a curious young bullfinch pranced up to her.

“…. are you sure?”

Tashi nodded, “yup, the most they’ll do is grab your finger with their beak when they don’t want you doing something.”

The bullfinch head butted her leg, a movement so small she barely felt it with the robes she wore. It head butted her leg again while producing a low ‘whee’ sound. Other individuals would’ve picked it up and cooed at how cute it was, but she wasn’t like other individuals.

“Pick him up.” She half expected Tashi to say that, but it was Palden.

Tashi was busy enjoying- dozing off, she was so dozing off- the sensation of Palden playing with her hair.

Swallowing hard, she scooped the little fluff ball up with a trembling hand.

He didn’t bite her. He didn’t do a lot actually, just sat there with his wings tucked into his body, looking content.

When she looked up, Palden was smiling at her. “Tashi,” the said person made a distracted ‘mmh,’ sound, “told me all about your fear. Congratulations. It takes a brave person to face their fear.”

Amala didn’t feel brave at all.

But this bullfinch wasn’t too bad, a little cute. His feathers were soft, tickling her palm. How old was he? He didn’t bite her, so that was good.

“How often do they all,” she gestured at the surrounding birds, “come here?”

“Almost every day, I think?” Palden tugged lightly at Tashi’s hair, rousing her from the light sleep. “Hmm? What?” She blinked blearily up at them.

“How often do the birds-,”

“-Members! They’re members!” Jamyang pouted at them from across the room- Why in the world was there a flame in Gawa’s hands…?

“Yeah! Get it right!” Jaya was just as pouty as her best friend.

Gawa and Yara might have said nothing, but their glares said enough.

Comically sweating under the weight of their glares, Palden corrected herself. “How often do the members,” she glanced at the children for approval, “come and visit you?”

Tashi huffed a laugh out- another sound Amala hadn’t heard in a while. “this is the first time all of them have come together like this. But I get visited every day or so by a small group of bullfinches. Oolong and Matcha came with them yesterday, though.” The last part sounded like an afterthought

Amala looked around. There were a lot of birds. “They don’t mess up your room at all?” She asked, honest question. Tashi shook her head. It was unfamiliar to see her in the position Choda or Chesa normally took.

“They don’t. Most they do is ask for pets. Other than that, they sit about doing their thing.”

“They don’t?” She repeated, just to be sure, nothing else. Definitely not for the bird in her palm. Nope. Not at all.

Her voice was light, and her expression was soft when she responded. “They don’t.”

Tashi looked rested. Her smiles are genuine- all of her emotions so far have been genuine. She’d heard her laugh too, something she hadn’t heard in months.

There was a lingering sadness in her eyes when she wasn’t smiling. A sadness that she knew that cause of.

She looked over at the children when Jaya loudly voiced her disbelief over something Gawa said.

“No way!” The flame over her palm puffed into smoke. That had to be a party trick.

“Yes way!” She sat in a meditative position. “You just have to meditate and look for a fuzzy, warm feeling.” There’s a look of recognition on Jamyang’s face as they followed her example. “And when you find that fuzzy warm feeling, you pull towards you.”

Amala looked back at them, Palden looked troubled, mumbling something about not wanting to get into trouble. “I hope I don’t get into trouble for that….”

She looked down at Tashi, who was watching them with a curious glint in her brown eyes; it looked like she wanted to get up and join them.

“Are you okay?” She kept her voice down so that only they could hear her. Tashi looked at her out of the corner of her eye. “I-I don’t know.” She answered. “But it’s not as horrible now with this…support club.”

“I’m a member too now.” She tried to sound nonchalant, but with how Tashi and Palden looked at her, she fell short.

“I figured,” her smile was wry, “don’t- don’t-,”

“I’m not gonna tell her or anyone.” She answered. “I promise you that.”

Tashi looked relieved. A heavy weight looked to have lifted from her chest with her knowing. “Thank you.”

She looked over at the group of kids when Gawa spoke. There were burnt pieces of paper around her. “You know Hayma, right?” All of them nodded, including herself.

“She’s from a family that can use three chakras: fire, water and earth. And side note, all of them are like, really attractive. I’m not joking about how beautiful and handsome they can get-,”

Somewhere in the middle of Gawa’s rambling, she touched on how flirtatious they could be and how good they were at it.

Amala looked over when Palden chuckled under her breath.

“They’re wonderful lovers too.” She looked at her, down at Tashi- who had an equally stupefied expression- and then back up at her. The next thing she did, oh the next thing she did, was just- ughhh!

She winked. She winked at them.

Tashi gasped at her. “Tell me.”

Amala couldn’t share that sentiment more, she’s met Hayma, seen how beautiful she was- Sister Tsering was lucky.

“Tell us everything.”

Gawa had given them special paper after they’d pulled at the warm fuzzy feeling and she’d instructed them to channel that warm fuzzy feeling into the paper.

Jaya’s paper cut into many pieces. Like many pieces, even more than Gawa when she’d first shown them, but hers didn’t catch fire like Gawa’s did.

Yara’s paper sliced into four pieces, with one of them getting wet at the corners.

Jamyang got the same results as her twin, with the paper slicing into four pieces and one of them getting wet at the corners.

“Oooh, minor water affinity.” Gawa oohed at their pieces of paper. “I honestly didn’t expect anything. I expected all of you to get the same results as Jaya.”

Yara picked up a wet piece of paper and stared at it with wide eyes. “What does it mean?”

“It means,” Gawa said, “that you can use some water chakra.”

Remembering Amanthi and how she juggled pebbles, Jamyang asked. “So can we move water in the same way Amanthi juggles pebbles in her hand?”

Gawa puffed her cheek out in thought. “I think so, yeah, but I’m not completely sure. It could be similar to me and how I can’t generate a flame with my chi, but I can pick it up and manipulate it if it’s already generated.” She said. “Or it could be similar to Danan, who can create gigantic waves, but can’t create small ones.” Yara gaped at that information. She’d befriended him in the same way Jamyang did, through keeping quiet about his mischief.

“Then there’s those that can’t do it at all. It’s either or when you can use elemental chakra, nothing in between.”

Jaya pouted at her pieces of paper. “What does mine mean? That I can use wind chakra?”

Gawa nodded. “Yep.” Jaya’s shoulders sagged. “That’s not different from my bending.”

“But it is.” She insisted and pointed to her and Yara’s papers. “That’s considered normal for wind chakra users.” She pointed to Jaya’s. “That’s not considered normal.”

“It isn’t?”

“That it’s cut up as much as it is means that your wind chakra is very powerful. You have a lot of potential.”

Jaya could do some really advanced bending techniques that she couldn’t do, so Jamyang could attest to that.

“Oh, okay.” Jaya smiled, not looking that upset anymore. “Thank you.”

Jamyang did, somewhere down a conversation when they were walking to the plaza, get called ‘handsome’ by Gawa. It totally threw her for a loop.

She had to stop. That comment threw her for such a loop that she had to pause so that the words could really sink in. “I’m handsome?” She repeated, unsure of how to react.

Does she say thank you? Should she say thank you?

Gawa and all the others around her, including Jaya, Yara, Dache, Aden and four of her classmates, stopped and looked at her.

“I think you’re handsome, at least.” She said. Dolkar crossed her arms as she looked at her. Ghamo did the same, with her head cocked to the side and brows furrowed.

Dolkar uncrossed her arms. “I don’t know. She seems pretty girly to me.”

Ghamo’s eyes squinted at her. “Hmm, I think I see it. Could you give me an example?”

“Like, wait, let me-,” Gawa hurried over and grabbed Aden’s and Dache’s hands, pulling them to stand next to her. “Straighten your back.” They did, and Gawa turned to Ghamo again. “See?” She gestured to her- Jamyang didn’t know what she gestured at- Ghamo’s eyes returned to normal and she cocked her head to the other side with a small smile.

“Yeah.” She nodded, still smiling. “Yeah, you’re pretty and you’re handsome.”

“Right? It’s this weird mix between handsome and pretty where in some situations she looks really handsome and in other situations, she looks really pretty.” Jamyang blushed at her words.

“Hmm.” Dolkar and Norbu looked closer at her

Nyima, did something similar to Ghamo, smirking lightly, looking her up and down. “Yeah, you’re handsome.”

Then Yara, with a stupid grin, chimed in with something that threw her even more off guard. “If you and Jamyang got together, then she’d be the boyfriend.” That threw Gawa off guard, as she flushed a bright red and sputtered at them.

Jaya’s booming laugh echoed around them. The whole tower must be curious about what was going on.

“Yeah.” She gasped in between breaths. “Jamyang…Jamyang’s totally the boyfriend.” Aden shifted his position with Gawa, and Dache moved with him to look at them.

“Yeah.” There’s a growing smile on Aden’s face as he said that. “Yeah.” It was sort of frustrating that he didn’t elaborate.

It was worse when Dache said nothing and just smiled.

Jamyang didn’t know how the conversation shifted to this topic. She looked down at Gawa, who looked up at her, and they immediately looked away from each other.

Maybe it was a good thing that she’s handsome by Gawa’s standards.

Then Dolkar said this. “You remind me of Xiyun and Baizhai when they first got together.” And somehow, Jamyang blushed even more. She should’ve probably said something back, like how that wasn’t true or something, but she didn’t for some reason.

She wasn’t alone. Gawa didn’t say anything either.

Jamyang approached Sister Jetsun and Amanthi by the temple stairs.

Don’t tell the others that she snuck away to do this.

“Something bothering you?” Sister Jetsun asked seconds after she leaned into her side. “I-uh, I got called handsome.”

“You did?” They both respond, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, I don’t really know how to react.” “Well.” Sister Jetsun started. “Did you not like being called handsome?”

“Oh, Gawa was the one to say it first, so I didn’t mind.” Sister Jetsun and Amanthi shared a look. “I just don’t know how to respond to it. I’ve never been called handsome before. Can I even be called handsome? I’m a girl. Do I say thank you for that?”

“Yes, a girl can be called handsome.” Sister Jetsun answered, patting her head. “You say thank you and if the opportunity comes, compliment them back.”

When Jamyang left to go back to her friends, Jetsun snuck a kiss at Amanthi. She snuck another kiss at her, a little longer than the previous one, and pushed strands of red hair behind her ear.

Barely pulling away, she mumbled against her lips. “I think you’re handsome.”

Amanthi grinned and pulled her into another kiss.

“Are you busy later?” She whispered against her neck. A smile tugged at Jetsun’s lips. “Nope, I’m not.” She bit her lip, feeling the anticipation for her next words. “The Sister wouldn’t mind me borrowing you for the day then?”

“Nope.” she repeated and leaned against her. “Not at all.”

Tashi regretted not going with Palden and Eastern Sister Nyima or Amala when she helped the kids take down prayer flags.

There was an increasing urge to bolt when Choda sat down next to her; She was close enough that she could catch a whiff of the jasmine incense she used at her altar. “I’ve been reflecting on my past behaviour and…” She hesitated. “It wasn’t right of me to do what I did. I’m sorry.”

It was always like that when they would fight over something. They’d take some time apart, reflect on their behaviour and come to one another to apologise after a few days. Tashi expected Choda to come by to apologise, eventually. Just not now, after a small cry fest in her room with Amala and Palden.

An eerie calm settled in her mind, and there was nothing. Just calmness. Was this the Zen mind Palden talked about? “It’s okay. I accept your apology.”

“You don’t have to.” Choda looked down, unable to meet her eyes. “It was horrible of me to try and force something out of you, especially something personal.” She looked up at her for a moment and looked off to the side.

“I guess I was a little jealous, too.” She looked embarrassed to admit that.

“You were?”

“Yeah, that you could confide in a cool, very smart, but unknown master when you usually confide in me with problems. I am jealous still, I guess.” She remembered the times she’d seen Palden sneak out of Tashi’s room and the burning jealousy she would feel every time.

She’d confronted her the last time. It ended with her wrist getting sprained and Palden healing it.

She didn’t understand why Palden healed it. She attempted to attack a master. A sprained wrist should’ve served as a punishment for the disrespectful act. But she healed her sprain, gave her a one-armed hug, smiled and told her ‘to just look a little closer’ and left her to her thoughts.

Tashi looked at her, something warm clutching in her chest. “I can’t exactly confide in you when the problem involves you.” Choda’s grey eyes were wide and expressive when she looked at her.

“It- it does? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?” Tashi shook her head gently. “I just think about you too much sometimes, that’s it.”

The calmness left her mind just as quick as it entered. An icy wave of emotions slammed into her, gnawing at her chest and choking her. Don’t break down, don’t break down-

She stood up on shaky feet, smiled at Choda, and sped off.

Choda wasn’t quick enough to grab her, watching silently as Tashi zoomed away from her.

Gawa was strong, that was a big observation on Jamyang’s part.

She picked Nyima up when she couldn’t reach the prayer flags and balanced her on her shoulders with relative ease.

Cool.

“She’s strong.” Anzan looked over when he heard her comment and grinned. “Yeah, she is. She beats me at all the competitions we have.” “How is she so strong?” She would admit that she’s envious, so many of her friends could pick her up with ease and run while carrying her.

She couldn’t do that.

“It’s a mix of carefully concentrated chakra around the muscles and correct breathing.” He answered. “I can sorta do it, but not as well as her.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have as good control over my chakra as her, so if I channel some chakra like she’s doing there, I can risk injuring myself.”

Gawa had cautioned them when she’d given them the pieces of paper. Chakra and chi were different powers to channel from. Chi was everywhere and was comparable with a calm river, while chakra was only in the body with a power and strength similar to a big waterfall, requiring a different way of channeling than the easy pull of chi.

“Monk Danan says that it’ll get better when I get older.” He’d been surprisingly relaxed about her taking impromptu staff lessons from Palden and sneaking out at night. Talking more freely and offering some tips here and there woven into some anecdote whenever an adult was near.

He’d even asked if she was curious about swords or spears. She’d answered with the want of maybe picking up the jian, but she didn’t know where to hide it; combat fans like Sister Jetsun's and Sisters Tsering's spears, Amanrhi said that they were modified, were easier to hide than a plain sword.

“A lot of things get better when you get older.” She replied,

He turned to her with expectant eyes. “Yeah?”

She nodded, feeling like Jaya probably did when she decided to be ‘smart.’ “I can reach the highest shelf in the library without risking pulling all the books down with me.” He laughed. “I can also master the techniques that Jaya can use and you can learn to channel your chakra so that you can do the same thing that Gawa can do.”

She looked over at Gawa, who was still balancing Nyima on her shoulders.

That’s so cool.

He grinned. “Hehe, I guess.” He eyed her out of his peripheral vision for a long second, a familiarity brimming in his eyes.

“You reminded me a lot of Keiko.” Jamyang didn’t know who that was, but something told her she should.

“I do?” She couldn’t help asking.

“Mhm.” He nodded. There’s a gentleness in his expression that wasn’t there before. “Keiko had a calm demeanor, just like yours. She read a lot of technique scrolls, they filled her room. She always beat me in sparring matches. Gawa couldn’t win either.”

Ah?

“But even after she beat us, she would heal our bruises and pay for a round of stretchy ice cream.” Had the words ‘stretchy ice cream,’ been mentioned in any other situation, she would’ve asked for proof or immediately said ‘that it wasn’t possible, ice cream wasn’t stretchy.’

“What weapon did she train with?” Figuring out who Keiko was, was more important.

“Hm? Oh the bo staff, it was her priority weapon while it was my secondary one.”

… Really?

“We all were rivals, but Gawa and Keiko sparred more frequently because they prioritised the same weapon. You should have seen them-,”

Jamyang heard a mad cackle for some reason. Like, mad cackle. None of the others around her give any indication of having heard it. Anzan continued gushing about a spar with no pause.

“She gifted us specially made bo-staff made from red wood from Uzushio with a personalized carving on each.” He grinned, there’s a soft unrepentant flush dusting his cheeks. “Mine says ‘The iron body with a soft heart.’”

Feeling the apprehension of asking her next question, she waited a bit, letting Anzan tell the story of why those words were chosen to be carved.

“What does Gawa’s staff say?”

“Mmh.” He looked up in thought with a small frown. “It’s either ‘An unshakable will to fight until the very end’ or ‘An indomitable spirit that fights until the very end. I don’t remember the exact wording.’”

She looked over at Gawa again, who was now balancing Ghamo on her shoulders.

Has she mentioned how cool she thought that was?

“How is Keiko doing now?” The moment of truth, would his answer be the same as Gawa’s?

Anzan shrugged his shoulders, a grieving expression marring his face. “I don’t know, Keiko died because of her injuries when she tried running away from a demon. Many people were sad then. I hope she is doing well.”

Jamyang heard running footsteps, the sound of something igniting and roaring flames. A lot of children were running around them. There’s one thing explained. But there were no fires around them. The big bonfire was tomorrow.

“Demon? Like Mara?”

“Sorta like Mara, but not like Mara. Those demons eat humans.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

There was a certain look on Choda as she approached them.

She stared at Amala, insisting and desperate. “What does she mean that ‘she thinks about me too much at times?’”

Jamyang looked up from the prayer flags she’d been helping Chesa sort out; Sister Tsering said that they were going to be hanged up at the chortens around the temple.

“She ran away before I could ask her to clarify.” Choda said while moving closer to her.

“Amala.” She repeated, putting her hands on her shoulders. “You know what’s going on. Tell me.”

Amala was quiet, smiling at her in the same way Jamyang did.

“Well, what do you think she meant?”

Whatever reply she had in mind died on her tongue.

“I- I-,” she inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Me?” She pointed to herself with a shaking finger.

“I’m the one she-.” Choda got pale at an alarming rate and her hand fell limp at her side.

Amala grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a hug, her arms loose around Choda’s waist. “Yeah.” She whispered. “You are.”

“Oh….” In a very un-Choda like manner, she slowly rested her head against her shoulder and slumped, something that she prepared for, wrapping her arms a little tighter around her.

She remembered the many odd times where a Tashi had been distant in the past, which she thought nothing of at first -Tashi had told them she needed some space at times, which fair, Amala often took some me-time too- but she didn’t get it when she started outright avoiding them at times.

Made a lot more sense now, though.

Izumi shrieked at something a teenage monk from the Southern Temple did. The next thing she heard was Michiko’s and Takumi’s laughter.

“Anzan?”

“Yeah?” He looked up from the string of bells he carefully was taking apart.

The best person to ask was her best friend. “What does Gawa like?” She knew some of the stuff she liked, but she wanted her gift to be special. “I don’t know what to get for her birthday.”

He chuckled. “Gawa will literally get so thankful if anyone spends money on her that will she throw herself at them.” Regardless, Jamyang still wanted to get her something special.

“But she likes to carve wood figurines, she even makes her own threngwa’s, and she paints with her Ama when she comes to the temple- she’s a thangka painter and they sell well around Feekaji no Agari and Kuchikaji no Agari.” Jamyang’s brows raised at the multiple uses of Agari.

At first she thought it was one temple, maybe two, with his mention of the Yara Lhatse being near Nichikadi no Agari. She didn’t think of the possibility of there being more ‘Agari temples.’

“She likes to explore the forests and caves around the temple and has caused quite the chaos among the monks and nuns by disappearing on impromptu explorations.” He chuckled, his face pulling up in a certain way that told her he was remembering something. “But she always brings back something from those trips- like two months ago, she found a nest of Ryeong eggs and managed to befriend the mother, so sometimes when I go with her we return on the back of a Ryeong.” He grinned at her.

“It’s just the coolest!” Jamyang didn’t know what that was, but she shared his excitement.

“She likes to train with the bo, but she wants to learn how to use other weapons too, like the katana and the changdao or the nagamaki. She likes to train in tajitsu too, y’know hand to hand combat?”

She nodded, having read a few books about that as a topic. “Yeah.”

“She has many scrolls and books on styles from the different temples. One of her favourite styles is from Wat tham Suea, like uhm, the tiger cave temple?” He put a finger to his chin. “I think that’s translated correctly. They’re known for their iron shins and unique style with movements based on a rocking horse.” Jamyang wasn’t prepared for the comparison, but she tried to imagine it.

A rocking horse moved constantly, so if they were to emulate that, then they must be difficult to hit. That was pure speculation on her part.

“Palden’s from that temple, just so you know.” There was another thing to add to the list of what made Palden so cool. “It’s hidden somewhere in the mountain forests of the earth kingdom. Even I’m not sure of where it is, I think it might be close to Taku?” His eyes squinted as he said that last part.

There’s surprise on her part. She’s been to Taku before and never once had she’d seen anyone resembling a monk or a nun. No bison or lemurs either. She wondered how they could keep themselves hidden, coming from her perspective from a temple that everyone knows.

“-Anyway, her favourite colours are red and blue, but it’s a specific blue. I’ll show you after this…..”

Anzan talked a lot.

She got a lot more than she’d bargained for, but she got to learn what Gawa liked and some more information on the other temples.

She’d asked about the multiple uses of Agari. There were sixteen big temples, Anzan said, four in every direction. Higashi or Agari, meaning east in their dialect, so the temples he’d mentioned were the Northern, Eastern and Southern temples in the East.

“What about the Western temple?”

“Oh, it’s at Agari.” Jamyang stared at him, confused. “What?”

“Oh, sorry.” He face-palmed. “I forget sometimes. Agari the mountain, it’s at Agari the mountain.”

“There’s a mountain named ‘East?’” Weird.

“Yeah, weird right?”

“It’s a little weird, yeah, but it’s better than us. We have few to no names for the mountains around here.” Anzan thought that was weird.

“So you’re from the Western temple in the east?”

He nodded. “Yeah, the Irikaji no Agari. The western wind of the east.” He answered. “But the actual name of the temple itself is Taktsang. You wouldn’t happen to know of it, would you?” Her mouth dropped at the name. That’s his temple?! “Guru Rinpoche visited your temple! Oh, how cool! Didn’t he meditate in tiger caves?”

Anzan grinned. “He did….”

Assam and a hoard- she counted 25- of other birds found her as she jumped towers on her way towards a secluded part of the temple where Palden would go for meditation.

She spotted Aika’s red feathers in the hoard, giving her a loud caw in greeting. Jamyang laughed and waved at her as she cawed out small bursts of fire.

Sister Jamyang said that Aika had been spending a lot of time at the bison stables.

Assam chirped and flew towards her, landing in her palm. The rest of the hoard landed around them.

“Hello.” She rubbed his head, making him chatter as he leaned into her finger. “We’re going to see Tashi. Wanna come?” Assam chirped, nipping lightly at her fingers, as if the thought of him possibly declining the invitation offended him.

Assam and many other birds in the Chenrezig forest understood a lot more than the common bird would. Jamyang held him up close to her face and he ‘squee-ed’ at her.

There had to be a little more to him than being an ordinary bird.

She giggled and started walking. “Okay, okay, sorry for the assumption, come on oof-,” She walked into someone, there’s a warm hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay, bhumo-la?” That was a woman’s voice. Jamyang took two steps backward, mindful of not stepping on the birds, to thank her.

“Yeah, I….” Her words disappeared on her mid-sentence. She walked into a nun that much was obvious, having recognised the feel of the robes.

There’s an ever-growing shock on the nun’s face as they continue to stare at each other.

Jamyang had absolutely no idea who she was looking at and yet she knew who she was looking at.

She’s reminded of the story of Kirin and her mother, who reunited with the help of Detective Kazuya; Kirin had described the feeling of ‘knowing the unknown woman at the marketplace’

“Jamyang?” She had the same calm brown eyes that Jaya told her she and Yara had.

“Yes?” The nun crouched down to her height. “Can I hug you?” Yes yes yes, Jamyang hurried to put Assam on her shoulder.

“I-uh, yes. Yes, you can hug me.”

She’s pulled into a warm hug, her head resting against her shoulder. It was a really good hug.

This was ama. This was hers and Yara’s ama.

“What are you doing so far away from the others?” Ama asked and pulled away.

“I’m gonna go see Tashi and Palden and Eastern Sister Nyima.” She said. “Tashi sorta confessed that she liked Choda, but she didn’t mean to, so I just wanted to be sure that she’s okay.”

Aika cawed, poking at her with her beak.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” She tapped her beak, making her croon.

Jamyang fidgeted and looked at her. “Do you- do you want to come with me? Tashi could use all the support she can get.”

Ama looked��. grateful? Jamyang couldn’t tell what that facial expression meant.

“Okay.” She stood up and held her hand out for her to hold. Jamyang smiled, grabbed it, and held it tightly.

Ama’s hand was big and warm. It was comforting. Her ring finger felt a little crooked. She wondered why. Yara would start crying if she figured out that this was their ama. She wondered what Jaya would do.

She could think of that later, Assam crooned on her shoulder. Ama was here, and that was the important thing.

Tashi could benefit from ama’s nice hugs too. She wondered what they would say when they saw them together.

Notes:

AHHHHH, I finished this chapter early and had time to do other stuff. Yay for being productive. Half of the next chapter will conclude the smoke festival, and I'm thinking 10 or so more chapters of this. Like half are kiddies being kiddies and the other half are kiddies slowly getting older and feelings happening, y'know? All of that. Choda's jealous and Tashi did sorta confess her feelings before running away. Amala is scared of birds and some animals, but a small bird might change that. Jamyang gets called handsome and it just threw her so off guard and then Dolkar compared them to Xiyun and Baizhai when they first got together. I giggled when I wrote that. Jamyang concludes that Gawa is strong, something that she isn't and thinks it's really cool. Keiko is the name of the friend Gawa talked about some chapters back. And Jamyang meets her mother! The second thing I had to cut from a previous chapter. Some words: Mara: the demon that tried to tempt Buddha during his meditation towards enlightenment Guru Rinpoche: Guru Padmasambhava, credited for founding the Nyingma school of Tibetan buddhism Taktsang: a temple in Paro valley in Bhutan that Padmasambhava visited Feekaji no Agari: Southern wind of the east Kuchikaji no Agari: Eastern wind of the east Changdao: a Chinese sword similar to the odachi Nagamaki: a sword with a really long handle, mainly used for large sweeping and swiping attacks Ryeong: Korean dragon Wat tham suea: A temple in Thailand I think those are all the words?

#a love in the eye of the hurricane #ALITEOTH #Aliteoth original chapters #oc fanfiction #atla oc fanfiction #oc centric #airbenders & airbending #pre yangchen era #oc jamyang #stories from people at ordinary temples #stories from people at ordinary temples series

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toomanyfandomsorkinafs · 3 months ago

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ASAHHGGHHH I LOVE RANTING ABIUT CHARACTERS AND CONNECTING IT TO SONGS!!!

A Mask Of My Own Face - Lemon Demon

its about a person who thinks that the person they are pretending to be is the same as themself. They think that they are the only one in the world pretending to be themself.(SO TIMMY CODED CAUSE THAT BOY IS A WET CAT THAT PRETENDS TO BE BRAVE!!)

Fish in a bird cage - Fish in a bird cage

The songs about the inherent wrongness and powerlessness of the fish and its situation, trapped worlds away from where it can exist comfortably and healthily. And it talks about how the ‘brother’ needs help the fish to actually live and have a normal reality.(Timmy and his godparents. Nothing else needed to be said.)

Slippers - Madilyn Mei

It’s about wanting to do so much yet never being able to achieve them. Being so afraid of what would happen you never do it. (Every time Timmy does something for himself, it goes wrong. So he starts doing things for others and it still goes wrong.)

We’ll Meet Again - Frank Sinatra

“We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when.” (Timmy and his godparents when he has to lose them :( )

Disembodied Mind - Sparkbird

It’s about someone having trouble separating things that came from their mind and reality. So much that they start becoming consumed by their mind until they can’t go back. (Timmy and the secret wish. He can’t give up his fairies, he can’t. He can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake anymore.)

Human Being (demo) - Emei

It’s about a person is just a dick. Not even trying to hide the fact that they’re almost inhumane. (Okay less Timmy but it’s more like Timmy to Vicky BUT!!! Still good song!!)

I’d rather sleep - Kero Kero Bonito

This song is referring to someone struggling to grow up. They are almost afraid to, wishing to stay dreaming in which there’s no stress of the world around them. (The secret wish!! Timmy is scared to grow up and lose Wanda and Cosmo! He’s stuck in a dream!)

Devil Town - Cavetown

It’s about parents who are divorcing causing trauma to the children. The parents aren’t good either, blaming the children for the divorce. But the child isn’t too afraid because they know they aren’t the only one to experience this. (Okay while Timmy’s parents aren’t divorced, they aren’t good. But Timmy’s coping with his fairies and the fact that he isn’t the only one person to need fairies.)

Boys Will Be Bugs - Cavetown

This song is about the toxic masculinity toward teenage boys that is portrayed in society. The singer recognises that he doesn’t fit in with this stereotype. He doesn’t wanna be mean and bully anyone; he just wants to play with bugs. (There are like two episodes where Timmy basically becomes trans. He’s bullied for being odd and dumb. Cosmo and Wanda are his bugs.)

Unsweetened Lemonade - Am��lie Farren

Self-destruction, bitterness, and the decay of love and relationships. The lyrics contain a mix of dark, metaphorical imagery and introspective reflections. (I can’t explain why this reminds me about Timmy. He gives the vibe of being a angry child who tries and tries to redeem himself, slowly giving up on trying at all)

Doctor - Jack Stauber’s Micropop

This song is about the importance of self-love and the healing power of acceptance and kindness. The lyrics suggest that love is the only medicine for whatever feelings of helplessness the singer is experiencing and encourages them to take 'three of these a day' - presumably referring to acts of kindness towards themselves. In the outro, the singer seems to recognize that the struggles they face may persist despite their efforts, expressing that they may become 'sick again', emphasizing the importance of repeating these self-care practices to ensure their wellbeing in the long run. (This is fucking Timmy when he finally loses his fairies. He’s alone, he’s got no one. There’s no one that understands him like his fairies. He’s ‘sick’ again.)

Good Kid - Chris McCarrell, The Lightning Thief company

The character, Percy, explains his story from his point of view of trying to do and be good yet it never being enough. Always trying to be a ‘good kid’ yet no one believes him when he says he can be better. (Timmy?? Every time he tries to help, to do good, it back fires. It’s like putting out the fire with water but someone swapped the water for gasoline.)

If ANYONE has any songs that fit timmy turner pls tell me I wanna make my playlist bigger :]

#That’s all for now :P #I might add more one day

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straycatboogie · 2 years ago

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2023/04/24

BGM: Erasure - Who Needs Love Like That

I confess a dirty truth like yesterday. This morning I checked my condition but I couldn't feel like I could work anymore. Because I couldn't stop my fart. The gasses came out almost endlessly, and it impressed me a lot. What a great vitality in me. I wanna live more... Ah, dear readers (I write this like the "Lolita" I'm reading now). What a shame. By that condition, my inner voice whispered me that "Quit just for today". I called my workplace and told "tomorrow I'm going to work certainly". The gas stopped at last, and I stayed quiet in my room. But, it's sad because the "hyperactive" character from autism didn't let me calm. And I found that I had been watching a funny video. It was the one about TONIKAKU AKARUI YASUMURA, who got famous in Britain by his performance. Oh my gosh. But I was certainly healed by it. I was impressed by the comedy's potential power.

I got kind messages on Facebook and other social media again. A person shared with me really "embracing" tweets... Indeed, I had been worried as "Is it really OK? I am actually getting spoiled", but those messages healed me. I thought "just for today". You might say to me "don't run away", "you're hiding behind autism", "you should know you are adult" (although I am trying to scold myself like those). But... just for today! Just today. And let me spoil myself completely, just today. Tomorrow I work again. On LINE, I got a message that said "your inspiration is important, so you should treat your judgement preciously". I had breakfast and took a bath with my full effort, and let my head calm. I thought it would become an endless shame if I posted something carelessly on the internet. It was really an emergency time.

At lunchtime, I had the same sandwiches as yesterday. I tried to sleep again but my body made me move recklessly. I was burned by the feeling that made me hurry to be recovered. I was sicken by the guilty of quitting my work. So, I am really sorry, I enjoyed chatting on Discord in English... A person said to me that "it's from the human nature". I thought of googling that word "human nature", and wanted to borrow Hume's book by its hit. I suddenly, although the reason was completely unknown, remembered Ango Sakaguchi, a Japanese author. About Ango, I read his works when I felt sickness. When I felt "I shall give up", I read him. Dangerous, but it must work as a medicine. I read an anthology of his quotes from the bookshelf. I felt that I accepted the message "listen to your soul's screaming". I will read Ango, with Nabokov.

And... the day I exactly had thought I would go mad ended. But the night didn't make me quiet. So I tried to read "Lolita" and "Philosophical Investigations", and chatted on Discord. Paradoxes in me. I quit my work, but don't quit writing like this. I show my great theories but also am suffered from my fart. I am really weak, and can't see other people's eyes at the workplace, but I say this kind of "bigmouth"... but it is necessary for me to vent my thoughts. I apologize this. I sent a message to the person who had sent me a message in this morning. I shouldn't make her worry. She said to me "you are alright so do not hurry up". You can notice recovered yourself naturally. That's a truth... I chose believing this and slept. A quite, ultra lazy day ended.

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iamnotfishh · 3 years ago

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Prompts for zombie apocalypse happening in the world of heroes and villains:

-villain/hero gets bitten but instead of turning into a zombie, they’re turned into a humbie (half zombie half human) and fights the urge to not bite villain/hero

-reluctant hero is forced to team up with an eager villain who wants to save people

-high school au where hero and villain have to hide in the classroom/rooftop, etc… and get along for the sake of zombies not hearing them

-a goofy villain accompanies a kid whose dad/mom made the cure to the zombie virus. Plot twist: the kid is the cure (perhaps they have an ability to cure zombies? Or, if they bite zombies, they turn back)

-hero/villain’s younger sibling has the ability to control the dead. Once the news spread over, everybody wants them on their team but they just want to find their older sibling, hero/villain.

-hero/villain develops pneumonia(or any illness), but since medicine is scarce, and they don’t want to tell hero/villain, they hide it until it’s too late

-“I’m going to find a cure, do you wanna tag along?” “As long as I get to hold your hand.”

-sociopathic hero falls in love with the lowlife criminal they’ve been manipulating(bonus points if they decide to longer use them for their personal gain). When they see superhero or anyone from the hero agency, they get overprotective

-hero and villain sidekick find a unlocked phone, to not call for the police, but to watch memes/vines on YouTube.

-villain and hero find an abandoned motel and decide to stay there for the night. The other rooms with two beds are scattered with zombies, so they have to share one bed.

“I’m sleeping on the floor.” “You do you, I’ll sleep on the bed then.” Next morning, hero/villain’s arms are around hero/villain

“I know we haven’t been in good terms, but like, can we cuddle? I have nightmares every night and I usually have a stuffed animal to cuddle with but now I don’t.” “You- ugh, fine… Just don’t get too close.” insert hero/villain stroking hero/villain’s hair whilst wrapping their legs with hero/villain’s.

-bunch of kids save hero and villain from a horde of zombies.

The leader tells them that they are impulsive and are immature. In the background, the youngest has already gathered food, the smartest has found a ton of blankets, and the smallest borders the door. Hero and villain are impressed yet annoyed.

-touch starved hero/villain with humbie hero/villain.

“Can I at least get a hug?” “I’m afraid that I’ll bite you if we do that.” “You haven’t bitten me yet.” “Only because my instincts are holding back my hunger.”

Or, “We’ll go to the rooftop, save the survivors and-” hero/villain holds the halfling’s hand. For a moment, they stared at each other’s faces but hero/villain let go. The other mumbles to themself before trailing behind the halfling, “wish it lasted longer…”

-hero and villain sidekick coming up with a plan for a zombie apocalypse cause of their love for sci-fi but wait, it happens and holy shit we have a base and enough food to last for months

-hero and villain finally going to the supermarket but one of them spots their favorite snack/drink or both and run to get it, unaware of the zombies. Now hero/villain have to protect their lil’ dumbass from dying

-high school au where hero and villain are in their school uniforms, unaware that they’re enemies, but survive together and become best friends (they start to notice when one of them has a familiar fighting style or if the other has a familiar dodging ability)

-“get me a hammer.” “Here,” passes a wrench “A hammer!” “Oh sorry, I’m partially blind.” passes a torch “You know what, I’ll get it myself.”

-Two civilians who aren’t getting along, are hiding in their cubicles. Little did they know, they’re both dating in their hero and villain identities.

#heroes and villains #zombie apocolypse au #hero x villain #my writing #sorry if I haven’t posted in a while #my motivation went downhill #prompts

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aliceblisss · 3 years ago

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Hey!! Would you write a fluff sickfic where druig tries to hide not feeling well to not be a burden on whoever you decide to pair him with?

Sick Druig x Reader (fluff)

A/N: it’s short but sweet :) thanks for your request! Hope you like it <3

CW: language

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“I’m fine. I was an eternal for fucks sake!” Druig insisted he was fine just as his stubborn ass literally almost fell over.

“Whoa whoa,” I catch him and help him lay on the couch, “Clearly you’re not fine. But that’s okay because I’m gonna take care of you”

He glares at me. I give him a big smile.

I place my hand on his forehead, “Shit you’re burning up. Hold on”

I run over to the kitchen to get a cup of water and Tylenol.

“This is ridiculous. When I chose to become human this wasn’t part of the deal” He yells with his heavy Irish accent that sometimes makes me laugh.

I hold in my laughter, “Guess you forgot to read the fine print”

“Very funny”

He’s normally not this grumpy but I guess being sick for the first time in over a thousand years can put you in quite the mood.

“Welcome to what it means to be human Druig. I promise you’ll get used to it” I sit on the edge of the couch and hand him his cup of water and painkillers.

He eyes the pills suspiciously. “Tylenol, Druig, it’s just medicine”. He begrudgingly took the pills.

I got up and grabbed a blanket and started to tuck him in. “Wha-what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh for the love of god relax, I’m just tucking you in. Ajax never tucked you in for bed?” I teased.

“She wasn’t my mother y’know”

I finished tucking him in, he looked like a swaddled baby, I couldn’t help but snicker. “There, doesn’t that feel nice?”

“I suppose” he mumbled.

“Well, I’m gonna make you some chicken noodle soup. Keep drinking water” I said with a finger pointed at him, letting him know it wasn’t a suggestion.

I walk over to the kitchen once again and get started on the soup. I hear him yell, “I can’t exactly do that now that you’ve swaddled my arms y/n!”

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I come back after a while with the soup ready to find him asleep. He looks so cute and peaceful, I smile.

He really needs his rest so I put the soup away for him to eat later. I hear him move around on the couch and mumble my name.

Worried something might be wrong I rush towards him to find he’s perfectly fine. But he’s still mumbling and talking incoherently. That’s when I realize, he’s a sleep talker.

I kneel beside him, “Druig? You awake?”

He opens his eyes but when I wave my hand in front of his face he doesn’t respond. “Holy shit” I whisper trying not to laugh.

“Y/n!” He suddenly exclaims my name which startles me. “Y/n, she’s really pretty”.

My face goes red. Did he just—

“Her earlobes are very nice I’ll have you know” he mumbles as if he’s talking to someone, only I don’t know who.

“Druig?” I say softly but I’m afraid to wake him.

He smiles, “She smells like honey, I like honey. Buzz buzzz”

I throw my hand over my mouth to keep myself from bursting into laughter. He’s really out of it. I might as well see what else I can get out of him.

“What else do you like about her?” I ask. For a moment I thought he wouldn’t respond, but he did.

“Bloody hell, everything. She has eyes, they’re beautiful. And her smile n’ hair” he slurs his words and yet somehow I can make out what he’s saying.

I’m probably red as a tomato at this point, my cheeks hurt from smiling like a goof. Does he really feel this way about me?

“Anything else?” I ask, dying to know more.

“Plenty. She’s very smart that one. And funny, but don’t tell her I said that,” he laughed, “it’ll go to her head”

“But she’s also,” he continued, taking a pause to contemplate, “very kind. She is the kindest human I’ve ever met. She takes care of me, and I wanna take care of her y’know? She’s just bloody perfect”

I muster up the courage to ask, “Do you love her?”

But he went back to talking incoherently and then just stopped all together, sleeping soundly.

Damn it. I have to know. I can’t just pretend I never heard all this. But what if it’s not true? What if they’re just that, incoherent words?

I have to know.

“Druig? Druig wake up” I start shaking his shoulder, jolting him awake.

“Hm? What?” His voice is groggy and his eyebrows are knit together in confusion.

“I-I um,” fuck, maybe I shouldn’t be doing this, “I have a question”

He props himself up on his elbow and looks at me, our faces close, but not close enough.

“Do you love me?” I say hesitantly. He blinks a few times and his mouth falls slightly open; clearly taken aback by my question. In my eyes there’s panic that I made the wrong choice.

“Yes, y/n, I always have” he says with a smile. I let go of a breath I didn’t know I was holding and rest my forehead on his.

We both laugh, “I love you too” I say.

“What made you ask though?”

I giggle, “No reason” and go in for a kiss but he stops me.

“As much as I wanna kiss you, I don’t wanna get you sick” he says.

I look at him in the eyes; those beautiful blue eyes and say, “You can take care of me if I do”.

#ab requests #mcu #eternals #the eternals #druig #druig request #druig fluff #druig x reader #sickfic

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years ago

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Okay, so I’ve read several Obey me boys react to a sick MC hc’s/fic but normally MC has a simple cold or fever and after watching the episodes “Suds” from Spongebob, I decided why not amplify that shit? :D (It’s more of a crack, angst, and fluff)

I’d like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to a sick!MC BUT they are gravely ill; I’m talking sunken eyes, raspy voice, vomiting after every meal, hella frail, and they just look like walking death. To make matters even scarier, MC’s eye or arm would fall off while they’re trying to calm the panicking bois.

MC: I’m fine, it was just a cough ☺️ *eye falls out* Don’t worry about that 🙂 *puts eye back in*

What makes it hurt even more is that MC’s been overworking themselves with RAD, helping the brothers, and trying to survive the Devildom to not even worry about their health. Literally demons that would ignore/threaten MC became concerned for the new human. It doesn’t help that MC just wants to help others so damn bad. If the illness strains their legs to the point of them being unable to walk, that’s not gonna stop them from physically pulling themselves to where the brothers are to help them, noodle legs and all.

MC:*is on Death’s doorstep but hears the Brothers talk about a problem in the kitchen*

Lucifer: Beel, don’t eat the jar of you can’t open it-*damn near chokes on his tongue when he sees MC dragging their body to the boys and they look even worse than usual*

MC: I can help :D

I’m messed up for such an idea and I understand if you don’t wanna do it or don’t feel comfy with it. Something about seeing these bois become hella protective and worried for MC makes my heart happy 😭

No, I would love to do it, but MC puts her eye back!? Is she a zombie? (Maybe that is a different headcannon/AU for a different day...)

I looked up the Suds (disease) forum on the spongebob wiki and it said it was the cold with extra symptoms. So MC has an extreme cold! One that makes their eyes pop out and their arms fall off... with a dash of "I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms, at night I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep."

I am stuck on how to make this a headcannon set, so these are going to blurbs of little interactions the brothers have had with a gravely ill!MC

This was really fun to write and kind of what I needed to day. I hope you enjoy this and let me know if this isn't right so I can fix it!

TW: Mentions broken bones, falling out eyes, and pulling off arms

Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Brothers Reactions to a Gravely ill MC

💙 Lucifer and Beel ❤-

Lucifer has been going around the House most of the morning taking care of his Brothers in MC's stead. MC woke up with a terrible pounding in their head and he knew that they just needed to rest by how pale their skin was. Yet it was difficult for him to manage his brothers without them. Especially when it came to Beel and his appetite.

"Beel please do not eat the entire jar of peanut butter."

"But it is faster..."

"No it isn't, you just think it is-"

Lucifer stops his scolding as he hears smacking coming from the hallway. Both brothers look toward each other before slowly approaching the doorway.

There, pulling themselves by their hands across the dirty floor is MC. Their legs are twisted in a painful way behind them.

Immediately the pair run over with Beel picking them up in his arms and Lucifer inspecting their legs confusedly.

"MC, how did you do this?" Beels voice is lace with concern.

"Oh. I rolled off my bed and they ended up like that. I wanted to come and see how you were doing!" A smile fills their face as they stare at the two perplexed demons.

"Is there a way to fix something like this?" Lucifer face is filled with confusion.

"Oh yeah! Beel, set me down in the chair." The two brothers then watch as MC snaps their kneecaps back into place before beginning to giggle and swing their legs.

"See! All better! They are still a little too weak for me to walk though."

The two glance at each other completely disturbed.

Lucifer swallows the lump in his throat and eventually speaks up, "I didn't know human illnesses were so... brutal."

💚 Satan, Levi 🧡 and Belphie 💜 -

Satan, Levi, and Belphie were given some very important jobs. They were told to feed the sick human, give them medicine, and make them sleep. They were also supposed to help the human stay comfortable so there wouldn't be any incidents like this morning.

"Let me fix your pillow, MC" Satan reaches around gently fluffing it while they lean forward.

"You guys are so sweet, but you really don't have to do this. I am fine! Seriously!"

"I'm not so sure about that..." Levi as WI concern as he hold up a spoonful of soup to MC's mouth.

MC opens their mouth and hums in satisfaction as they taste it.

"Lucifer said there were some... complications... this morning and you need to be watched over. So we are here if you need anything." Belphie's voice is soft sleep as he speaks. His head rests on MC's lap as they card their fingers through his hair.

"Whatever you- Achoo!" As MC sneezes their hands cup in front of their face. When they remove them their eyeball sits in their hands.

The shock of the sneeze wakes Belphie and he sits up.

"AHHHH" Levi jumps back dropping the soup on the ground.

"What are you screaming about Levia-" Satan looks to Levi to see him pointing at MC's hands when he looks down he sees their eye staring back at him and he pales.

"Ugh, I got hair on it again." MC begins to pull off a hair as Belphie finishes rubbing his eyes and sees for himself what the commotion is about.

"Oh no. MC, I don't think this is normal." Belphie's voice is soft as he looks to MC's face.

"No, it's fine. See." MC then proceeds to pop their eye back in and the three watch in horror as it spins around until the iris is facing forward once again. All the while MC is smiling.

"This can't be a normal human disease." Levi says as he holds himself back from vomiting.

💛 Mammon and Asmo 💖 -

Asmo had offered to take care of all of MC's hygiene needs while they got better. He had thought it would be some good alone time with them. Sadly, he was interrupted when Mammon had insisted on helping bathe MC. Now MC sits in a warm bubble bath and Mammon and Asmo sit on the rim of the tub helping scrub MC arm and hair respectively.

"You both are so sweet for doing this. I would have been fine taking a shower after I got better." MC smiles quickly at Mammon and then up towards Asmo.

"Well I couldn't have you sitting in your own filth! Even though you look amazing all the time, a nice bath can relax your aching bone and make you feel better." Asmo has a chipper tone as he grabs some water from the bathtub to rinse out the shampoo.

"Yeah. Besides I couldn't have Asmo here doing it by himself. I didn't want him takin' advantage of ya in this state." Mammon grumbled as he gently tugged on MC's arm while scrubbing.

"I would never take advantage of them, Mammon. I am not some scumbag like you." Asmo's voice got louder as he began to scrub harder.

"I ain't no scumbag! Tell him MC!" As he speaks he tugs a little harder and the pair he a tear as MC's arm comes off at the shoulder. MC winces at the sound.

"Mammon, what did you do to my precious MC!?" Asmo clings to MC's head trying to pull them as far away from Mammon as possible.

"Nothing! I wasn't pulling that hard! Was I MC? I thought I was being gentle?!" Mammon's voice is frantic as he still holds MC's arm.

MC snatches the arm back before saying, "Calm down. Both of you. It's fine."

With a loud popping sound MC pushes their shoulder back into place. They sigh in relief and swing their arm to make sure the limb still works.

"There we go. You don't know how cold your shoulder bone gets without an arm attached to it."

MC then ducks their head below the water rinsing the rest of the shampoo out. While the two demons sit there completely dazed.

So that is what Lucifer tried to warn them about.

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thememestho · 4 years ago

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　 HALLOWEEN PICK-UP LINES MEME

pulled from various online lists, some nsfw, some awkward, some cheesy. feel free to change pronouns or reverse as you see fit.

“Are you a monster? Because you look Frankenfine.”

“You must be the devil because it just got hot in here.”

“I’m not a bat but a night with me will turn your world upside down.”

“Are you a jack-o-lantern? Because you’re lighting up the room.”

“I’m not going as a ghost this year, but you can still get under my sheets.”

“Want to check my pants for a treat?”

“I’ll get your heart racing faster than the haunted house.”

“Want to get tangled in my spider web tonight?”

“Forget your broom, ride me instead?”

“If I were a zombie, I’d eat you first.”

“I bet I can make you scream tonight.”

“I don’t want your candy, I just want your number.”

“Isn’t it spooky how your number isn’t in my phone?”

"I 'witch' you'd go out with me."

“I didn't get any Hershey's. Can you share some kisses?"

"I'm the ghoul for you."

"You must be a zombie, you're drop-dead gorgeous."

"Talking to you makes me feel like I'm under a spell."

"Are you a ghost? Because I think you should be my boo.”

“Normally I’d wish for Milky Ways but you’re the only treat I want this Halloween.”

“I must be a Jack-O-Lantern, ’cuz I light up everytime I see you.”

“Are you a bat? Because I sure am hung up on you.”

“If you play your cards right, you might be the one who sucks tonight.”

“Your costume looks complicated. Need help taking it off?”

“I would totally carve your pumpkin.”

“My striped stockings would look great on your bedroom floor.”

“Wanna see my Trojan Horse?”

“Nurse, can I have a little sugar to help the medicine go down?”

“I’m a handsome prince and my sword is no trick.”

“If you were a jack-o’-lantern, I’d totally light your candle.”

“Can I ride your broomstick? I lost mine.”

“You must love Halloween! You don’t need to buy a costume to look like an angel.”

“Arrrr, give me that booty!”

“You should dress up as a baker for Halloween with that set of buns.”

“Pardon me for drooling, but without my jaw, I can’t help myself!”

“Is that a magic wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Wanna search me for buried treasure?”

“That is quite the booty you’ve got there.”

“Want to be part of my costume? I’ll let you under my sheets.”

“Good thing I’m here, it has to be illegal to look that good.”

“You must be the answer to my prayers.”

“Hey Cinderella, it’s about time I took you home. It’s nearly midnight!”

“What’s a nice ghoul like you doing in a crypt like this?”

“I’m a doctor and you look like you could use these shots.”

“I’m dressed up as a werewolf right now, but I become a real beast in the bedroom.”

“Is that candy in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Trick or treat at my place and I guarantee you’ll get a full-size Snickers bar!”

“I’m an animal in the bedroom.”

“You’re the most boo-tiful ghost I’ve seen all night!”

“You’re a skele-10 in my book.”

“Did you know there are 206 bones in the human body? Would you mind one more?”

“You know what they say about… Big Feet.”

“Why’d you dress up as a princess, when you could have simply come in plain clothes as “the most beautiful girl here”?”

“I know I don’t have a chance, but I just wanted to hear an angel speak.”

“You’re such a treat that I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.”

“Your mausoleum or mine?”

“Hey pumpkin, I bet I can put a smile on your face!”

“You look dead sexy. Mostly dead, but still sexy.”

“I heard there is a vampire on the loose you better stay with me tonight.”

“I didn’t know that my favorite Halloween treat came in life size!”

“That skeleton over there said he’d get your number for me, but he didn’t have the guts, so here I am.”

“ If you think I'm hot now, wait until you see what I turn into at midnight.”

“I can't find a costume for Halloween, so can I just go as your boyfriend?”

“I can see a date in our future.”

“ Your costume must’ve brought all the boys to the graveyard.”

“Are you a spiderweb? Because I’m tangled up in you.”

“Just what I thought, your costume is made out of 100% girlfriend/boyfriend material.”

“I guess I should’ve dressed up as a Zombie, you look like you have a lot of brains.”

“You look fang-tastic tonight.”

“We’d get along — I can feel it in my bones.”

“If you were mine I’d give you all treats and no tricks.”

#rp memes #rp meme #inbox memes #rp prompts #meme

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fluffynexu · 3 years ago

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marriage and birthrate in the empire

like with many cultures and societies, the empire has its customs and norms when it comes to things like marriage.

for the vast majority of ppl in the empire, sith or imperial, monogamy is the most common type of marriage seen. and within monogamous unions the couple can be of any combo of gender or sex.

for simplicity’s sake the color code is as followed: RED, female BLUE, male PURPLE, trans/nb/intersex

those in higher castes have more stipulations, considerations, and thought put into their partners rather than those in lower castes who can casually hook up with whoever they want.

another type of marriage that is seen, though not very commonly, are polygamous marriages.

with a poly marriage there is the head of house (crown icon) and the spouses/consorts (no crown).

these unions are typically only seen among sith families with prestige and history, but it’s not completely unheard of for some imperials to have them as well.

a monogamous marriage can turn into a poly one. if the head of house is like “hey, there’s this person i met... and i kinda like them? maybe if you vibe with them, i can bring them into our union?” and their spouse says “cool beans.” then yea, more spouses lol.

within a poly union, all children must be of the head of house’s bloodline. and the children produced with the first spouse (grey box) become the household heir(s)... usually.

and while all of the spouses/consorts may be married to the head of house, any/all parties can engage in whatever intimate activities they want with each other. the only “unacceptable” thing would be to produce any children that does not involve the head of house.

so you could have two husbands or wives that are way more into each other than the head of house. and it’s all seen as totally cool and fine. such attitudes however are more common among the sith than with humans.

now speaking of heirs.

for those in the upper castes, having An Heir of some sort is important and kind of a big deal. it’s part of the reason why getting juuust the right marriage partner is so important. it’ll usually be a thing the families discuss and negotiate over months or even years.

it’s serious business... lol.

but regardless of type of marriage (monogamous or poly), there is the one getting married (crown) and the one being married off (no crown).

those that are married off take the family name of their spouse and all resulting children of the union have that family name.

with the children you’ll either have an heir or a chosen heir.

in the GREEN circle up above you have an example of a plain, regular heir. that is to say, the firstborn.

in the ORANGE circle you have a chosen heir. not the firstborn.

there could be a myriad of reasons on why the family decided on a chosen heir over a regular one. maybe the oldest kid is a dumbass and fucks up. maybe they died before getting married. maybe the kid didn’t want that responsibility. etc.

again, as we move down the caste ladder, the less and less important all these inter-familial details become.

most “common” folk simply hook up with whoever they like, have kids, and their kids go off and do the same. they may not even take on their spouses name depending on how much they care about that.

just on a side note, if the married couple isn’t capable of producing children by themselves modern medicine and technology can help. or if the option exist, they could go the old school, natural route.

for example, among same sex sith couples (PINK rectangles) they will look for and hook up with other couples and... help each other out.

these unions don’t happen too often since they’re only there to make the babies and go on their way lol. though, the two families could stay connected and friendly if they wish.

now this is a lot of pomp and circumstance to get some babies! and you’d be right lol.

bringing in some REAL LIFE FACTS lol, but here’s how things went down and are going down for ppl irl on earth.

you see everywhere on the planet, before the advent of industrialization, you had populations like this.

all the babies. so many babies. but not too many old folk.

and it’s obvious why. no birth control, lack of modern medicine, famine, diseases, wars, etc etc etc. a lot of ppl died before getting ripe and old.

nowadays, or at least among the Wealthy Industrialized~ nations, it looks something like this.

also a couple of real graphs just to show how drastically things have changed.

a lot less babies!

this is attributed to a LOT of things. full super in depth research here if anyone wants: https://ourworldindata.org/fertility-rate

but in short... yea. birth control, women being educated and being allowed to work means they don’t have to just pump out kids. (which is GOOD btw). and the fact we have a lot more food and access to medicine means more ppl are living longer.

this ofc, is leading to Actual problems tho. bc if you don’t have enough New Ppl to replace the Old Ppl... yea, there will be some societal issues. now, i’m so nOT an expert but imho countries like the US could off set this by... immigration. by letting other ppl into the country to make up for a declining birthrate... but i digress!

within the empire you could have something like this during wartime where you’d have a portion of your adult population go off to fight and probably die.

but the IDEAL is this:

a perfect square of population if you will lol.

as older generations age out and die off, you have newer generation to fill their roles and keep the imperial dream going.

now unlike some modern countries irl that do a terrible job of trying to incentivize young adults into having kids (we all know who lol), the empire aids and supports parents 110%.

paid leave (for both), govt run daycares and schools so that when the kids are old enough to go to those the parents can focus back on their work. either tax breaks or monthly allowances from the govt to help pay for the kids. and usually, extended familial support is more common in the empire. so the question for most ppl in the empire isn’t “do you want to have kids?” but rather “when are you having kids?”

if however someone just vehemently opposes the idea of being a parent, there is no down side. the empire will not force parenthood on ppl since that’s a terrible idea for everyone involved.

that’s basically it... a more informal and jumbled post i know lol.

a few side notes?

teen pregnancy isn’t really a thing. if it happens the attitude is “you’re basically a child so no, you’re not gonna have baby.” (abortion is seen as a health service)

when imperials join the military at 20 (the legal adult age in the empire) everyone, regardless of sex, gets a birth control implant. bc having a lot of young adults close together... ppl are bound to get horny and you don’t wanna have the possibility of anyone having kids in inopportune circumstances so yea. they can have the implant removed whenever their mandatory service is done and get straight to making babies if they want lol.

children born out of wedlock def exist. very frowned upon in upper castes. not really a big deal with lower castes.

can you adopt kids. yes. and unlike rl where you have to pay lots of money, you don’t really pay anything. but the govt will require a lot of forms and check ups and visits and etc etc.

can adopted children become house heirs? yes. if that is the wish of their parent.

god the drama and tropes there must be in their media... “well your father is a lesser consort, so how bout you stfu!” “D:<”

are there “pure love” marriages in upper castes? yes. but a lot of drama revolve around those depending on who is the one being married off.

also, sith can and have been totally disowned if they decide to marry someone without their family’s approval. (this is serious business for them! lol)

y’all are free to send me questions or comments or whatever.

#swtor #worldbuilding #god idk what else to tag this as #literally just... brain vomit #composing some thoughts into one place #long post

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aloeboba · 3 years ago

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SO, brain said todoroki working the night shift at a cvs during the summer or something and I think this has already been done, actually (but i don’t remember it so i’m not plagiarizing).

But the absolute chaos that could string from this whole thing. He’s probably a cashier.

First off, he would be so done with this thing.

Like the weirdos who come into gas stations at 3 am are the people he has to deal with

So we have one sleep deprived todo and like 30 sketchy customers with issues

“no ma’am, the coupon isn’t valid. in fact it’s been expired since 2008″

“no sir, i can only scan one coupon per purchase, per customer”

He probably has so many of those interactions that he does, in fact, take multiple coupons at once and expired extra bucks.

Although, when its much to late for our icyhot boy, he probably messes with people on purpose just because he’s bored and too delusional to act like a sane person.

*scans card* “it won’t go through” “oh well try again” “*scans card and it goes through* it won’t go through”

*scanning a pill bottle* “you know, I heard the yakuza was using this as a front for their quirk enhancers, didn’t end well though. Turned people into giant mosquitoes. You should have seen it. Couldn’t eave my house for a month.”

Someone: *grabbing a container of ice cream*

Todo: i heard there was a lawsuit against them. something about smuggling drugs through that exact flavor. Hid it in the caramel chunks.”

If he has to suffer so do they

He also gossips with the older women.

Todoroki is the kind of guy to probably actively flirt with the manager or boss or something to get on their good side or just to get a 50 cent raise

Upgrade: he cannot flirt that well. it’s probably confusing with mixed in Spanish words (?) but the manager finds his efforts cute and somehow flattering.

He definetly bumps into a poorly disguised dabi at some point at 4 am buying cheap hair dye

Todoroki: *eye contact*

Dabi: *nervous eye contact*

Todoroki: ...

Dabi: ...

Todoroki: that’ll be 10 dollars

Dabi: but it says 6

Todoroki: its 10 dollars

*staring continues*

Dabi, who doesn’t want to make a scene: FiNe *digging around in his pocket*

The manager doesn’t tell him that they hired a new night shift shelve stalker so when he hears rustling and footsteps, he just assumes its a big rat or smth

No not a big rat

A human??

Oh uraraka

At first its kind of awkward (especially because todo got so tired of the noise he came at her with a broom and lysol; it did not end well) so they just kind of acknowledge the fact that they know each by staring at each other for minutes at a time, even when he’s checking someone out

They finally decide to talk to each other and its only chaos from there.

They race each other in baskets through the isles and replace labels on shampoo bottles

They probably sniff the perfume behind the counter and rate the smells (once todoroki stole a sample), doing bad french accents and huffing them like they were wine (that didn’t end well though because they both needed sinus medicine afterwards)

Todoroki, doing a bad french accent: ah yes, stronk, woodsy, cheap...

Uraraka: mm-hm, airy and floral, just like the fabreeze I keep in my room

Todo: this one is, yes, yes... balsomic... vinegar that is. what is this?

Uraraka: mm, bubbly and familiar. ah right, like non-toxic scented glue.

Todo: this one is-- *coughing* the worst. I do not recommend this scent, Uraraka.

They were once caught by a someone and todo gave him a dollar to keep his mouth shut

Uraraka and todoroki end up bonding or whatever in the form of pranks and chaos and end up growing closer than they thought they would

They look forward to seeing each other

What i’m trying to say here is this is romance

Todochako fam

Like right now they’re in between dating and best friends (whatever you wanna call that. Will and Grace, maybe?)

Mitsuki goes on a late night run one night and probably recognizes him as katsuki’s classmate and surprised to see him working as cashier like “dont your daddy got money??”

“yes ma’am but i despise him”

She probably goes on a rant abt katsuki and work and he just nods along and throws in a few comments about his job or whatever

“you know, you seem like a nice boy, todoroki-kun. I wouldn’t mind if you dated my son”.

“no offense, mrs. bakugou, but i would punch him.”

They become fast friends

She invites him over sometimes, at some point meets uraraka and loves her also

unfortunatly i have no more to write because i can’t think of anything else but this was fun actually :D I think this is a really fun idea so i might (or if someone else wants to) write a fic about this but idk bc i’m what the kids call “unmotivated most days” so use what you want with these.

(also, i’ve never worked at a cvs before so idk if this is accurate)

edit: i was lowkey brain dead from working on a computer all day when i wrote most of this so honestly i have no clue whats going rereading it so i apologize for the literal weirdness and parts that make no sense so i make edit it later :\

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raindancer2004 · 3 years ago

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Alec’s My Best Friend

Word Count: 1,411 Alec x Child OC Warnings: Lots of fluff. Strictly Platonic relationship between Alec and OC.

Fluff prompt: Hello! I’m back! Could you also do Comfort / Fluff Prompt List for Alec Volturi? @college-is-coming

40: “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit” 41: “Wanna bet?”

Translation: Piccolo – Little one. Principessa - Princess

Athenodora and Sulpicia often visited the local orphanage often and would donate clothes and toys to the children, something the Kings approved of as it helped with the Queens longing to be mothers. Dora noticed a blonde little girl with blue eyes who looked to be no more than four-years-old. She was sitting in the corner reading / looking at a book all on her own. Dora recalled from memory that this little girl was always sitting in the corner on her own. Dora decided she wanted to adopt her and give her a home and a family.

Dora spoke to the lady who ran the orphanage and she agreed to let Dora take the girl home knowing the little girl would be well cared for. Dora and Sia took her home and although Caius was a little upset at not being consulted prior to the child coming to the castle to live, his heart melted the moment the girl smiled at up him and asked “Are you my new daddy?” He smiled back at her as he lifted her into his arms “Yes piccolo, I am” He held her close breathing in her scent ‘apple and mint’ Dora couldn’t help but smile at the sight before her. The three blondes looked like a real family too.

Caius and Dora changed her name from Neve to Rose for two reasons; one; both Neve and Dora disliked the name and two; this would make her truly their daughter.

Everyone fell in love with little Rose, their new princess the moment they met her. Rose got to spend a lot of time with the four elite guards as they were the bodyguards of the Kings and were the Queen’s favourite guards.

Rose took an instant liking to Alec, who in return took an instant liking to her much to everyone’s surprise seeing as she was human. Jane was the only one who wasn’t surprised by his actions and noticed the slight resemblance and similar mannerisms immediately, knowing Alec did too and smiled at her brother and Rose.

Demetri recalled Jane telling him once that she and Alec had a younger sister but that she had passed away before her third birthday and how Alec had doted on her. He also knew how protective Alec was of Jane despite her being gifted and noticed that he had become protective of Rose too.

Alec had promised Rose that he would show her his new Art supplies and that they could do some painting after his shift. Rose was so excited that she told everyone she saw that morning. “Demi guess what Alec and I are doing this afternoon?” She asked with a beaming smile “You’re going to paint his toenails using Jane’s nail polishes?” Demetri guessed and Rose giggled shaking her head “No silly. Try again” “Ok ok. I know, the two of you are going to play with your dolls and have a tea party?” He tried again and she giggled harder this time “Na uh, tea parties are just for us Demi” She whispered as she looked around the corridor. He smiled down at her actions “Well, I give up. What are you and Alec doing later?” He asked as he crouched down to her level “He’s going to show me his Art stuff and then we’re going to do some painting” She replied “Well that sounds like lots of fun, doesn’t it?” He said as he lifted her into his arms “Where to Principessa?” She thought for a moment before replying “I’d like to see Heidi please” He smiled and bowed his head “Of course, she’s in the kitchen.”

Alec showed Rose his new Art supplies and she watched as her eyes lit up and she bounced up and down excitedly. They spent the afternoon in his room painting although Rose got quite a bit of paint on the old shirt Alec had given her to wear. Rose was proud of the portrait of Alec she painted for him as well as the fingerpainted butterfly for Jane.

It had been snowing in Volterra for three days now and everything was covered in thick white snow “It looks so pretty” Rose said to Dora as she stared out her bedroom window “It does, maybe later we can play out in it” Dora replied and watched as her daughter’s face lit up “Really mummy? Can Alec come too?” “Yes, really piccolo. Alec can come too if he wants to” Dora replied and watched as her daughter ran from the room, knowing exactly where she was going.

Rose ran straight into Demetri’s room forgetting to knock, luckily for her the door was open “Hello Demi. Have you seen Alec?” She asked “Why are you looking for Alec?” Felix asks before Demetri could reply “Because Alec’s my best friend” Rose replies matter of factly, placing her hands on her hips “And I want to play in the snow with my best friend” She added. Demetri chuckled at her “Come with me Principessa, I’ll take you to him” “Thank you Demi” She replied with a smile.

Demetri grabbed his coat on the way out of the room and stopped by Rose’s room to get her coat, scarf and gloves “Put these on first, then we’ll go to Alec” Demetri said softly as he helped put them on.

They found Alec in the throne room “Alec” She called out and ran straight to him, he caught her with ease lifting her up into his arms “Rose, you look all warm and snug” He replied “That’s because I’m going to play in the snow and I want you to come with me” She told him with a smile “Well if you go outside with Demetri for now, I’ll meet you after my shift. How does that sound?” “FUN!” She cried out smiling, making the vampires in the room chuckle. Alec put her down and she ran from the room “I’ll race you Demi” He chuckled and ran after her.

Ten minutes later Rose and Demetri had a supply of snowballs ready to throw at Alec as soon as he came outside. Demetri popped his head up from behind the water feature in the garden holding up two snowballs ready to throw them at Alec’s back, although he handed one off to Rose. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit Demetri” Alec called out and Rose laughed “It was me Alec, not Demi” Her soft giggles filling the garden and Alec just turned and smiled at her before bending down and making a snowball of his own. “Run little one or I’m going to get you” “Wanna bet?” She called out and took off running, laughing as she did so.

Demetri chuckled watching Alec run at slow human pace after the little princess. Rose threw a snowball over her shoulder and it hit the tree, missing Alec completely. Alec gently threw the snowball and watched as it crumbled once it hit back “Gotcha” He called out smiling.

Demetri made a selection of snowballs for Rose “Here little one” He handed her two more snowballs “Traitor” Alec called out “She’s only little and you’re a grown up” Demetri replied. “I’m bored of our snowball fight. Alec can we build a snowman now?” She asked jumping up and down and toppled over in the snow, both vampires laughed at her. “I’ll leave you two to build your snowmen” Demetri said and left them to play in the snow.

Alec and Rose spent a few hours in the garden and made three snowmen, varying in height and named them; Alec, Jane and Rose. Alec taught Rose how to make snow angels and left a trail of them around the garden. Her giggles filled the air and Alec couldn’t help smiling at his little friend “Look Alec, I’ve made another angel” She pointed to the snow angel behind her “It’s a bit small though” He teased her “That’s because I’m small silly” She replied shaking her head at him.

Once finished playing in the snow Alec took Rose back into the castle and made her a hot chocolate and snuggled with her under some blankets on the sofa in his room and read her a story ‘George’s Marvellous Medicine.’ “Thank you for today Alec. You’re my best friend” She said sleepily and snuggled into his side “You’re welcome and you’re my best friend too” He replied softly and placed a kiss to her hair.

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