#I think I'll keep this one out of any 'main tags' just to be safe

[tentajack]

Day 13 of Repostober (shut up shut up it's still the 13th here on the west coast)! Some old aggie drawings this time, I don't get a chance to draw in these as often as I'd like. That 4th one... is a 'version' of what the inside of a lureplant might look like. Looking like nothing in particular. and if you think it does look like something, you're the pervert here.

[kentopedia]

dating port mafia boss dazai

contents: f!reader, implied violence, mostly dazai spoiling you so much, dazai is very soft in this, one litte nsfw scene !!

note: this reeks of self indulgence :,) my current obsession is pmboss!dazai being so sweet & gentle to his s/o

it goes without saying that if you're in the port mafia when you start dating dazai, he’ll probably want you to take less work in the field.

bc his main goal is keeping you safe, and he constantly worries about you when you're going on dangerous missions !!

though, sometimes you miss being in all the action. so, dazai will send you on missions with chuuya or akutagawa from time to time

he still worries, but he has no doubt they can keep you safe!!

he hates being nervous about whether or not you’ll come back to him, but he never wants you to feel like you're a prisoner in your own home.

if you want to go with him, anywhere or anytime, to any meeting, you just have to ask!

bc he trusts you completely <3 and he also knows you can take care of yourself.

if you want to work in other parts of the mafia, whether that be in training, intelligence, or behind the scenes work, dazai doesn’t care

he pretends to be uncompromising on some issues, but you can convince him of anything with a pretty smile.

but, if you're not in the port mafia, he (unfortunately) will make sure you have a bodyguard with you almost everywhere.

you insist its not necessary, but he knows he's made a lot of enemies that would love to use him against you. :(

though dazai has his moments of insanity (lol), he doesn't want to drive you away from him.

if you say its too much, he'll figure out something else. another way to keep you safe.

eventually, you come live with him, so that takes care of that.

dazai spoils you senseless !!

if he's ever late for a mission, he always comes back with something for you.

sometimes its flowers, sometimes its something even more elaborate

loves loves loves giving you jewelry

but everything he buys is very thoughtful!

he doesn't buy you expensive gifts just to flaunt money

its more that there isn't a price tag on things to him. if he sees something he thinks you'll like, it'll be yours, no matter the cost <3

"i'm home!" you said cheerfully, dropping your bag off by the door as you shouted to dazai through the penthouse.

the sound echoed back, and dazai didn't respond.

with a yawn, you headed towards your bedroom, stretching your muscles as you walked. the weather had been miserable that week, and between the heat and the rain, you were feeling more tired than ever.

what you longed for was a nice hot shower and a night in dazai's arms.

"osamu?" you said again, but the apartment remained quiet. there was no one in your bedroom when you opened the door.

you sighed, disappointed that he wasn't home to lay with you as you took a nap. though, your attention was quickly diverted by the newest addition to your bed.

a soft brown teddy bear, the same color as dazai's eyes, held a card, and a dark velvet box, paired with a bouquet of fresh flowers on your nightstand.

the note was short, but it was enough, and you couldn't help but smile as you read it.

i have to go out of the city for tonight. i'll be back in the morning. sorry i can't be with you, my darling. here's a little apology gift. i love you. - osamu

as usual, the gift was anything but small.

you flipped open the delicate box to reveal a gold necklace, a deep ruby dangling from the chain in the shape of a heart.

for a moment, you did nothing more than stare at the glittering gem that was edged by smaller diamonds, and you swelled with more love than your chest could handle.

carefully, you set the box down, wondering what you ever did to deserve something so beautiful. as much as you wanted to wear it immediately, you'd wait until osamu was back so he could help you put it on.

instead, you placed the card and the necklace by the flowers, and climbed into bed with the stuffed animal. as you nestled deeper into the comforter, curling your arms around the bear, you realized dazai had sprayed it with his cologne before he left.

dazai isn't the best about telling you how he feels. he is so much better at showing it.

if it isn't obvious, he loves buying you gifts! he has so much money as the port mafia boss, and he has no idea what to do with it. why not spend it on you!!

if you see an outfit in the store window that you like, dazai will have it tailored to your precise measurements. (which he has memorized, of course).

he loves shopping for you.

when he buys you pretty dresses, lingerie, and so on, all the other women in the store are swooning over him.

he knows exactly what you like and don't.

even if he thinks you'd look so beautiful in something, he knows your sense of style.

dazai doesn't want you to ever feel obligated to wear something just bc he picked it out for you.

of course, dazai always gives you his card to go shopping

and to get your nails done! he's obsessed with how pretty your hands look after getting a fresh set <3

he's loves them whatever color/design you think looks best. but i'd be lying if i said he wasn't obsessed with red nails.

dazai really loves the way they looked wrapped around his-

you rested your head on dazai's shoulder, letting your hands gently splay across his knee, your fingertips moving in a listless, delicate pattern.

though a film played before you, it was forgotten quickly, dazai's breath catching as he exhaled a laugh. "what are you doing?" he asked, and you smiled innocently, drifting your hand further up his thigh.

"nothing."

he blinked at you with wide brown eyes and swallowed, his throat bobbing as you reached his hip. you wrapped a delicate finger around his zipper, pulling it down slowly.

"nothing, hm?" he countered.

you turned to face him, sweeter now, as you tugged at his waistband. though dazai feigned disinterest for a moment, you felt him twitch beneath the thin layer of clothing.

his focus drifted down to your much softer hand, perfectly manicured and smaller than his own. he seemed fascinated, for a moment, by the way your fingers were moving. "your nails look pretty, love."

"i know.�� you grinned. dazai's hips shifted, and you lowered his waistband, pressing a line of kisses up his neck slowly, teasing him.

you freed his cock, aching and hard, from his pants, and wrapped your hand around him. dazai let out a small gasp, though he watched as you lazily stroked him, the action perfected from experience.

"you're so pretty, 'samu." you watched his face turn red as he tried hard not to fall apart under your touch.

it was reassuring, really, to know that the most powerful man in the city was wrapped around your finger.

"not as pretty as you, baby," he said, but the word came out strained, raspy as you tightened your fist, running your teeth across the taut vein in his neck.

you laughed and moved onto his lap, kicking the remote off the couch before straddling him. his eyes melted into hearts as he stared up at you, begging for a kiss.

"you’ve been so busy this week,” you frowned. “i wanna make you feel good."

dazai jerked into you, breathing stifled as you brush your thumb over the tip. "you always do." his smile was affectionate, but his touch was desperate, digging into your sides. he was already searching for some sort of release.

"so impatient," you said, but you indulged him with a kiss anyway, his hands fisting in your hair as your tongue met his.

he breathed into you mouth, hot and heavy. "fuck," dazai hissed, lifting your hips to slip off your pajama shorts. "it's hard not to be when you're so fucking perfect, sweetheart. i need to be inside you."

dazai loves loves loves taking you out to expensive restaurants <3

he's not a big fan of crowds, though, so he'll rent out the entire place instead, just to get a private room for the two of you.

and if you don't feel like going out, but you want a nice meal, he'll hire a chef for the evening. one that specializes in whatever type of food you want

dazai's not the best cook, but he’ll do often, just because it makes you happy

he gets so much better over time, though.

whatever you want, he'll make it for you! and if he can't, he'll definitely find someone who can.

but! back to dazai letting you use his account to buy anything.

when you go to any shop associated with the mafia, everything is on the house

bc if the boss is going to funnel money into their pockets, the least they could do is give his girl some gifts !!

"is this... going to be all for you today, miss?" the cashier said, looking at the stack of clothing skeptically. he rang up price tag after price tag, watching as the numbers grew exponentially on the screen.

you nodded, smiling politely as he read off the total, a number that no average person would be able to spend reasonably in one go.

but dazai said you could get whatever you wanted for your birthday, and you hadn't let yourself indulge in a shopping spree for a while. so you'd picked up anything that suited you nicely and decided not to worry.

"how will you be paying today?"

you handed over the card, and the cashier read the name, glancing up at you with skeptical eyes.

"dazai osamu?"

you smiled sweetly. "it's my boyfriend's card."

though, the name had caught the attention of an older salesman across the room, and he was to the cashier in two swift steps, knocking him on the back of the head.

"dumbass," the older man swiped the card from the cashier before he could swipe the payment. "don't you know who she is?"

it took the man three more times of reading dazai's name across the plastic for it to click.

"i'm so sorry," he said, wide eyes suddenly anxious. "i had no idea you were—"

"it's okay. don't worry." you smiled, shrugging. "i won't tell him."

you meant it as a joke, but that only seemed to make the younger cashier more nervous.

"we'll take care of everything for you." the elderly salesman said, holding out the card to return it. "it's on us."

"really?" you pinched your eyebrows together, concerned. the bill was steep. it seemed unfair to let them take such a hit to profits. "at least let me pay for some of it.”

"no, don't worry about it. the boss said it was your birthday, so whatever you want, its yours."

for a moment, you weren't sure what to say. though, realizing that this store was just one of the many in yokohama that partnerned with dazai, you finally succumbed to a smile, and accepted their kindness.

you took dazai's card back and slipped it into your purse. "thank you so much.” you said sincerely, turning to leave with a small wave as you gathered up the bags and bags of clothes. "it was nice to meet you. i'll come back soon!"

though they said nothing, they both stared back at you with wide eyes, as most people did when they found out you were the one that had captured dazai's heart.

when dazai finds out how much you love to read, he clears out an entire floor of the port mafia headquarters to make you a library

its done far too elaborately, with classical decorations, a very intricate chandelier, and a view that looks over the entire city

there are special editions, original copies of your favorite books, books in languages you can't even read and so on

he went a little overboard, but he was just so excited to show you :(

"osamu." you stare, blinking at the vast room, not really sure what to say other than his name.

"what?" he's pouting instantly, wondering if he made a mistake, and you didn't like to read as much as he thought. "do you not like it?"

you don't think your heart has ever felt so full before, and you manage a shaky smile, wondering how it didn't split your face in two. "this is too much. you did all this for me?"

and he seems surprised you would even ask such a silly question, because why wouldn't he give you something you've always wanted? "if it makes you feel better, i'll tell you i did it for myself."

you laugh, and then you're launching yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. you nearly cry, because even though he spoils you far too much, this is the most thoughtful gift you've ever received.

"thank you." you whisper, kissing him all over his face, and he smiles, his cheeks warm from your affection.

dazai leads you to a shelf after that, pointing out a few novels that have his name scribbled in the front cover, all with varying states of penmanship.

he's collected all his favorite books there for you, hopeful you'll read them first.

dazai places you next to him in every mafia meeting

if you're going to be his partner, you're also going to be his equal <3

and he knows that you can keep everyone in the mafia in line. he trusts you to be in charge when he's not there

bc everyone in the mafia likes you more than dazai anyway! (except maybe akutagawa)

and yes, dazai is the sweetest to you <3 but certainly not to everyone else

he disposes of people that bother you... far too quickly

the man at the store made you uncomfortable? he doesn't live in the city anymore. someone was too handsy? they'll lose a few fingers.

but if someone in the mafia says even one unkind word to you, you'll never see them again.

"sweetheart, what's wrong?"

you sniffed, wiping the tears from your eyes as his hands snuck around your waist. he pulled you closer towards him, sliding next to you on the bed.

"it's nothing." you swallowed, but your eyes were still glassy no matter how hard you tried to stop crying. "i shouldn't get so worked up about things people say."

"hey," he coaxed your hands away from your face, tilting your chin up. "if it's upsetting you, it's a big deal to me, my love."

you said nothing for a moment, but dazai remained patient, smiling softly at you as he stroked your cheek.

never able to resist the gentleness that he showered only you in, you sighed. "some people just said…” you trailed off, almost not wanting to tell him. it seemed embarrassing, in some way, to say something lewd about yourself, even if you were merely repeating the words.

“said what?”

you chewed the inside of your lip before sighing, knowing dazai wouldn’t let the issue rest until you told him.

“they just said that you only kept me around to fuck me.” you dropped your gaze to your hands for a moment, letting them rest limply in your lap. “that i was just some stupid bitch you’d leave behind soon.”

you watched the smile slowly fall from his lips, his eyes hardening with a fury that wasn't directed at you.

"you know that's not true." he held your hands tightly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "tell me that you know that."

you managed something of a smile. "i know. i really do know how much you love me. doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt my feelings.”

he nodded, somewhat satisfied as the cloudiness began to clear from your face. "who was it? if you don't know they're name, just describe them." his expression was icy, dangerous, even if his hands were soft.

"osamu, i told you it doesn't matter—" you frowned, looking away before he interrupted.

“it does fucking matter." his words came out sharp. "those men work for me, and i'm not going to let them treat you like that. they've got no business being here if they can't respect you."

at the end of the day, dazai's reputation remains very much intact. he will always be feared in the city, despite exposing himself as a man who's so so in love

but everyone in the mafia is secretly pleased to see him a little happier, even if its just around you.

[leafofkudzu]

Greetings and salutations from a summer in full swing, everyone! I hope the season is treating you well, because the first Saturday of a new month is this Saturday, and the festival gods have blessed us with the perfect venue for yet another art party hosted by my guild, [VS] Verdant Shield! That's right, finally the cards have aligned for us to visit one of my favorite locations in game - the Labyrinthine Cliffs!

For those who aren’t familiar with art parties, they’re a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all types to hang out, chat, and create together! Get your favorite character/look together, head to the location, find someone that catches your eye, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! Tl;dr: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Time and /squadjoin information is under the cut, but will also be posted again via reblogs as the squads go up on the day of the party!

Location Information:

No picture needed because the Labyrinthine Cliffs are unforgettable! When the Festival of the Four Winds started on Tuesday everyone should have got an invitation to the festival grounds, and if you didn't you likely have an old one lying around, or can find a portal to the locations from just about any major location you can think of! Head to the Cliffs and look for my tag down by the water - there's a good chance I'll be on the NPC boat that cruises around, or lounging on the beach awaiting the next treasure hunt with everyone!

Time & Squad Details:

As we always do, we’ll be having two parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones - with an hour break in between. People tend to arrive early and/or jump between accounts as soon as the break comes up, so don’t be surprised to see tags and announcements going up ahead of schedule!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Summer Time (aka 3pm Eastern Daylight Time or 5 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Ashelin Falstaff for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Daylight Time (aka 1am Central European Summer Time or an hour before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting this one on my main account and may swap characters a few times, but a safe bet is to either /squadjoin or whisper Teekzi for an invite - just don't be surprised if you get a response from a different character name!

Closing Words:

As is clearly evidenced by this post being in the right format, I did mostly cobble my computer back together after last month's implosion! I wanted to wait until the Festival was announced in order to confirm that it would be active for this month, and then IRL got in the way again (but in a pleasant way this time don't worry), so I'm a smidge delayed. But we got there! Thank you for rolling with my weird Situations these past few months - hosting these events is a joy I will continue to prioritize as long as you all continue to come by and make them awesome! Keep being kind to each other, and I'll see you all on Saturday! ♥

[dyns33]

Only Wastelands part 3

The people have spoken ! Viva the Ghoul ! Feo fuerte y formal. And since I'm all three of that, I'll give you part 3 and not a new story.

Just, be patient, it will be a longer series than even I expected. I think 5 or 6 parts.

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It was now official, Y/N was the unluckiest person in all of the wastelands.

The only thing she had always wanted since she came out of her hole was to survive, for as long as possible, having to do as little harm as possible, and staying all alone, far from creatures, people, Cooper and Vault Tech.

Henry MacLean's smile clearly indicated his pre-atomization work. Smooth talking, manipulating, complimenting and lying to get what he wanted.

No doubt he was considered gifted at the time, but Lucy's father didn't seem to have fully understood that the rules had changed and those who remained had adapted.

He needed a guide and a bodyguard to get to a high-security shelter. Like his daughter, he had a keen eye, he had spotted her as she was about to leave New Vegas, and her pitboy had left him thinking that they were part of the same side.

Y/N would have told him that she only had one side, hers, but she was smart enough to keep a neutral face while he spoke to her. Were all the inhabitants of the Vault so damn talkative ?

"If you come with me, if you help me, I can guarantee you a special place in a wonderful vault. You will be safe, fed, with water, clothes, a bed. It's a good deal, right ?”

“And what makes you think they’ll welcome you with open arms ?”

The question seemed to confuse him for a moment, then he put on his fake smile again, pretending that everything would be fine and that his friends wouldn't let him down.

Either he was totally stupid or he was deluding himself. Hope took a long time to die here.

In any case, even if the deal was tempting, everything was against accepting it. Because she couldn't trust Henry and Vault, because she didn't want to go back underground, because Cooper was looking for this guy and her primery goal was to never see the Ghoul again.

The problem was the armor. Now that he had spotted her and considered her to be his best means of reaching his destination, MacLean was not going to let her go so easily.

He could shoot her if she tried to flee, and he would be hard to kill with his protection. Coop had told her about a malfunction, but Y/N wasn't sure where it was.

To continue to survive, it was therefore wiser to follow MacLean, returning his smile, waiting for the ideal moment to disappear. But the man was not as stupid as he seemed, and he refused to sleep, never leaving her side.

Still less clever than Lucy, he did not connect their pitboys.

When they arrived at his destination, Y/N was sure that this was the end. Vault Tech was made up of assholes, so they were going to kill their dear employee, or they were going to leave him out, and most certainly, they were going to kill her.

But no. In their hypocritical pretense of saviors of humanity, the doors were opened and they were received as nobles.

It would be a lie to say that Y/N didn't appreciate the hot shower she was able to take in her private room. The first in years. She savored the food, she resisted jumping on the bed like a child, and she cried a bit while watching TV, showing scenes of the life before, lost forever.

And after a presentation on community life in the shelters, a movie. An old Western film. With the main star, Cooper Howard.

Y/N had never seen his movies. She had seen the posters, she had heard of the actor, he appeared in Vault ads until his divorce and the accusations of communism.

More serious than in the picture he had given her, quite ridiculous with his fringed suit, he gave a moral lesson to his enemy, saying that killing was wrong. Ah, Coop would die laughing if he heard that now.

This thought made her a little sad. Y/N was mad at him, and at the same time she put herself in his boots.

He had been betrayed by his ex-wife, he had been separated from his daughter, he had transformed into a sort of zombie, still conscious thanks to medication but in danger of losing his mind at any moment, wandering for eternity in the wastelands, where he could be killed, insulted, or see those he took the risk of loving die in front of him.

Maybe he had loved her at one time. She wanted to believe that. She wanted to believe that this man on the screen hadn't disappeared, he was just hurt, bruised, and wanting to protect himself. So it was normal that he didn't want to keep a burden like her any longer.

She had to keep the good memories.

His laugh, the time they danced together in a ruined dinner, his arm around her as she slept on his shoulder.

When he called her a fucking pet, a good ribbance, no one he cared about.

It was a bit out of boredom, and mostly thinking about her next move, that Y/N hacked into the vault's system, to look at their little secrets and get useful information, like where the food was stored and how to get out without being spotted.

She didn't expect to see the name Howard. Barbara and Janey Howard.

Obviously she had fallen into the main, original, most important Vault, which brought together people deemed to be priorities such as the president of the country, the president of Vault Tech, their advisors and their families.

He wasn't as important, and that's why he'd been placed elsewhere, but Henry had been loyal, and he could tell them about the state of the outside world, so they'd let him in. Y/N’s fate was still to be determined.

Leaving now, stealing supplies and waiting for nightfall would have been easy for her. The best thing to do.

But Y/N had often imagined this little girl, adored by her father. Cooper didn't talk about her often, his voice shaking whenever he mentioned Janey. His little Janey.

No doubt he would be here soon, he could get her back himself. But what if he couldn't do it ? What if he was killed trying ? What if the little girl was killed because, thinking she wasn't there, he blew everything up ?

It was not stated whether Barbara was still alive. Y/N didn’t really care. This woman could use her status as a mother all she wanted to justify her actions, what she had done was abominable.

At her request, Janey had been put to sleep, and she was not to be awakened until the outside was perfectly safe and sound, and then the world would be hers.

It was impossible to tell whether that was a good thing or not, whether it wouldn't have been better if she had simply grown up in the Vault after the explosion, or if she hadn't survived to never see all this.

But it was not the time for useless questions like this. Not anymore. Using all her knowledge and discretion, Y/N sneaked up to the cryonyzation chambers.

One thing was certain, Janey was her father's daughter. She had his look, stubborn and clever like him, immediately wary of this stranger who asked her to follow her. Her parents had often told her not to follow people she didn't know.

"Hold on." Y/N said kindly as she took out the photo Cooper had given her. "Look. Your dad gave her to me. He told me a lot about you. His favorite cowgirl. He's looking for you everywhere."

That wasn't entirely true. He had looked for her everywhere. Despair had slowed his motivation a bit after a hundred years.

"Daddy ? You know where my daddy is ?"

"Yes. I'll take you to see him, all right ?"

Her smile. Even the sun was not as radiant as the smile of this little girl, who jumped into her arms, happy to be able to find her daddy.

Y/N would later think about how she didn't want to find the father, and that Janey would be in for a bit of a shock if they ended up meeting him.

After all, Cooper had changed, physically and mentally. It wasn't going to be so easy to explain to her that he had had health problems, but that it was really him, without a nose, with charred skin, yellow teeth, and blood on his hands.

Children were rare in the wastelands. It wasn't a place for them, people weren't crazy enough to procreate. Some could no longer do so, because of the radiation. And the little ones often left very early, for various reasons, both sad and horrible.

She no longer really remembered how to behave around a child, nor how a child behave. For the moment, the little girl was calm, holding her hand as she followed her out of the shelter.

But she might be scared outside. Not obeying, walking too slowly, shouting. Oh, she shouldn't scream, that would attract all the raiders and deathclaws in the area. And if something happened to her, then after three years, the Ghoul would finally come for Y/N.

Just, not to save her.

"It's very dangerous out there. Okay, Janey ?" she explained, kneeling down in front of the little girl to look her in the eyes. "You're going to have to be brave, and do everything I say. Can you do that ?"

"Yes."

"You promise me ? It really wouldn't be easy."

“We cowpokes take it as it comes.” Janey said proudly, her smile as adorable as ever, but her expression showing her seriousness. She understood well.

"Alright. So, don't make a sound. You stay calm, you stay close to me unless I tell you to hide, and you wait for me to come get you."

“And we’re going to see my daddy ?”

"… Yes. We're going to see your dad. We just have to… He loves you a lot, he's been a little sick."

“I’ll give him a kiss so he can heal.”

"We'll see about that. I have Radaway. I'm going to open the door, and I'm going to carry you, because there's a chance the turrets will shoot at us. Don't scream, hold on tight and trust me."

Janey continued to smile, giving a thumbs up. She may not have understood everything after all, but that was normal at her age.

Her little hands would squeeze tighter when they were outside, the heat and putrid air beating down on them, but she didn't make a sound, her head in her neck, while Y/N ran as fast as possible away from here, taking cover, dodging gunfire and ignoring alarms.

In the desert, you couldn't stop until you were sure you were alone, hidden by the night. Then they could sit down, drink a bit, and look at the direction they had to take.

And looking at the map of her pitboy, where Lucy MacLean's exact location was flashing happily, Y/N sighed, adjusting Janey against her so she was sleeping in a comfortable position, knowing full well where she needed to go.

It was time to face her demons.

[owlight]

my request:

Ace, Zoro and Kaku with a partner who is afraid of almost everything (like Usopp), but one day in a battle, the reader puts their fears aside for the first time and fights bravely to protect them.

Hope u have a good day ❤❤

Thank you for requesting,this is short so m sorry ,but I love this 💖💖💖 poured my heart out to cope

Tags: spoilers for Marineford ,saboday, Ennis lobby ,angst (idk why but..they ended up angst), character death,some comfort, GN!reader insert can be read by Anyone<3

Note:sorry for any bad Grammer or..plot wonky , last time I watched Any pre time skip arcs was years ago

Short Scenarios of coward s/o! Protecting Thier man(with Ace ,Zoro Kaku)

Ace

(Y/N) trembled with fear, As the battle raged on, Ace's life was in grave danger. The enemy aimed to strike him down at every chance possible ,you couldn't stand by any longer, watching Ace fight alone and everyone fighting to save him,you loved him dearly he was your lover,you couldn't..just not do anything Summoning every ounce of courage, (Y/N) took a deep breath and charged into the fray, wielding your weapon with newfound determination. "I won't let them harm you, Ace!" (Y/N) shouted, surprising even themselves with their boldness , able to grab ace out of slippery situation from few soldiers Ace's eyes widened in amazement as he witnessed (Y/N) facing their fears head-on, standing tall beside him. "You're incredible, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, filled with admiration and love "I own you my life" he mummers to you as you both continue fighting in hope to find ace a way out of this battle without him begin harmed But as the battle intensified, (Y/N) found themselves in a perilous situation. They had drawn the enemy's attention away from Ace, but it came at a great cost ,she saw ace trying to reach for Luffy to protect him Akainu, usually you would have frozen in fear ,but today wasn't the day,it wasn't the day or the time for you to be a coward,you loved him,he saved you by always Begin in your side ,he never once called you a coward,even though you were a bloody coward in every way possible,you didn't think before you ran with all your might, pushing both Luffy and ace out the way,but putting yourself in the way instead to buy them time, even for a little bit "I'll protect you, no matter what," (Y/N) whispered with a smile, gazing at Ace one last time before collapsing to the ground, your life slowly fading away, Akainu standing before your corpse, a harden look of disgust over him Ace's heart broke, witnessing the sacrifice you made to protect him was the Tears streamed down his face as he grab you Luffy drag him and you away from Akainu fast using his devil fruit to drag you both from Infront of Akainu, as chaos continue,ace couldn't think straight,it was a blur as they escaped ,it was a blur as he witnessed how many people sacrificed themselves for him As he stand Infront of your grave next to white beard grave, he stand with a brand fresh letter on his arm ,the first letter of your name, In that moment, Ace vowed to carry (Y/N)'s legacy with him and honor your bravery. Your love would live on in his heart forever, as he continued to sail the seas along the one who survived the battle,never forgetting the one who had taught him the true meaning of courage and selflessness...and who taught him that his life was worth something,that he should fight to protect it to honor everyone who lost Thier lives saving him

Zoro

In mid of chaos and as the strawhats are trying to fleet the threat of the admiral and the people trying to hunt them down for what happened earlier,Kuma appears, threatening to end the Straw Hat Pirates' journey. Zoro stepped forward to protect the crew as always as he had assigned himself as the crew main line of defensive and to always try to keep them safe from danger,he was in absolute pain , injured and unable to stand but he kept going in hope to keep everyone safe till they can reach back the ship (Y/n) witnessed that and couldn't bear the thought of seeing him more hurt, Determined to keep Zoro safe, (Y/N) mustered the courage they never thought they had and bravely stood in front of Zoro,Zoro looked surprised but determined "What are you doing, (Y/N)? Get back!" he shouted, worried for their safety ,(Y/N) took a deep breath and replied, "I won't let you face this danger alone, Zoro. I may be afraid, but I can't bear to see you hurt, let's face him together,we need to get you to chopper to get help!" With resolve in your heart, (Y/N) faced Kuma alongside Zoro, who fought fiercely but remained mindful of (Y/N)'s safety Kuma, was unshaken but he was for sure bit stressed that the crew is not aware of the danger you are all in now, he decided to do what he should have done the moment everything broke loose,He unleashed his Devil Fruit power, pushing (Y/N) away to a destination of his choosing , somewhere safe and somewhere where you will be able to recover from this battle As (Y/N) disappeared before Zoro's eyes, Zoro believed that Kuma had killed you The pain of losing (Y/N) crushed him, and he vowed to avenge their sacrifice but he was not fast enough to save you or save the others ,Zoro was filled with grief and guilt, blaming himself for not being strong enough to protect (Y/N) and the crew, He was determined to get stronger during the two-year time skip, hoping to never let such a tragedy happen again,During those two years, Zoro trained tirelessly , He honed his skills, pushing himself to the limits and beyond. The memory of (Y/N) and the crew's sacrifice fueled his determination, and he swore to be ready for any challenge that lay ahead After the time skip, the Straw Hat Pirates finally reunited on Sabaody Archipelago. As Zoro stood before their beloved ship,the thousands Sunny, Zoro's heart raced with anticipation and a mix of emotions. He had longed to see (Y/N) again, to know if you had survived and grown stronger like him To his surprise and relief, there stood (Y/N), looking stronger and more confident than ever. You had managed to survive Kuma's attack and found themselves in a land that challenged them to grow, just as Zoro had done ,As their eyes met, both (Y/N) couldn't hold back the tears. You rushed toward Zoro embracing him tightly "it's so good to see you again " Zoro whispered as he pat your back ,(Y/N) smiled through tears, "I promised myself to be stronger, just like you, and find my way back to you,I will never be afraid again for as long I fight for you and the crew" Zoro nodded, knowing that (Y/N) had proven their bravery and determination, The two shared stories of their experiences during the time they were apart, and Zoro admired your newfound strength and resilience and With the crew finally reunited, they set sail once again, ready to take on the challenges of the New World, Zoro and (Y/N) will find themselves facing new challenges though now but at least now ,you can trust yourself to always be able to be brave for the one you love

Kaku

Kaku, a skilled member of the CP9, found himself deeply enamored by a fellow agent named (Y/N),(Y/N) was charming, kind-hearted, and possessed an exceptional talent for gathering intel. However,you had a crippling fear of nearly everything that perhaps made you a more gathering Intel kind of Agent,one day, you had to be sent to a mission that had a risk of a fight,you were anxious but Kaku assured you you will do just fine,beside he will be there to have your back in case something happened As you made your way way through the base alongside kaku, your fears began to intensify. Guards patrolled the corridors, and the tension in the air was palpable. Kaku's heart ached seeing (Y/N) struggling,but he vowed to keep you safe anyway,In a critical moment, a guard spotted them and raised the alarm. Panic surged through (Y/N), but instead of cowering, you stood your ground. "Kaku, I'll handle this! You get to the data room! You are faster than me!" You tell him as you stand your ground ,Kaku hesitated for a moment, torn between leaving (Y/N) and completing the mission. But he trusted (Y/N) and rushed forward, leaving them to confront the guards. (Y/N) mustered courage, trying to quell your fears as you rush forward to stop the guards and buying kaku more time Meanwhile Kaku reached the data room and extracted the information you born needed to gather, But in his heart was with (Y/N), worried and yet proud of your courage and doing his gathering quickly to go join you before you get overwhelmed, not realizing you were holding your own against the guards,With each strike, your confidence grew, and you realized you were capable of much more than you had believed ,Just when it seemed they might be overwhelmed, Kaku arrived, finishing off the last guard. He looked at (Y/N) with admiration, "You were amazing, (Y/N)! Your bravery saved us ,you were so cool my dear,you kicked ass!" (Y/N) blushed, still trembling but with a newfound sense of accomplishment, "I-I couldn't have done it without you too! Thank you for trusting me!" From that day forward, (Y/N) started to embrace Thier fears, acknowledging that it was okay to be afraid sometimes and With Kaku's unwavering support, they continued to grow stronger and braver with each mission you took, (Y/N) learned that courage isn't about being fearless but about facing those fears head-on to protect the ones they loved. And in Kaku, they found a love that empowered and inspired them to be the best versions of themselves – fearless in their love and in the face of adversity

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 9th, 2024

"Comforting" Fried Egg on Toast with Chives. A partially traced study of This Photo by @alkaline-noodles

(Krita, Wet Circle and Soft Chalk default brushes, 15 colors, 45 minutes on and off.) Life still insists on being super mean to me, so it's been very hard to keep up with Eggtober. I'm going to try to do a few more today and catch up soon, but I have things on the 14th and 15th that might leave me too tired.

But to try to get me motivated to work on the eggs again, I decided to use one of the prettiest Egg photos that popped up this year. I did want to do a freehand reference but I sat on that for 3 days and nothing happened so I decided to trace the main elements from an adjusted photo to make it a little easier. Just an exercise to make the task of drawing right now seem less daunting. User @alkaline-noodles, as the originator of the photo I traced, has full permission to use this for any and all purposes since it's their egg. I just really liked the soft sage green and the nice plating and the wispy highlight on the yolk a whole lot. I would have drawn, or traced, the plate too if I thought I could manage it. The whole photo just... felt like being invited to sit and have tea and breakfast on the back deck with an old friend to talk about things. It's just a kind of soft everyday sort of comfort that I really need right now.

Not to glorify suffering, quite the opposite, but I genuinely hope I'm having the worst possible time in the world right now because that would mean that everyone else is doing at least a little better right now. That would make me happy. It's probably not true, but I really want to believe that everyone else out there is doing better. To everyone that's loving and supporting me right now, it means the world. I don't know when I'm going to feel okay again, and I want to choose to be happy for everyone's sakes, because I know a lot of my IRL friends look to me for comfort and happiness and understanding when they're going through shit. I've been characterized on a few separate occasions as the person with the ability to put difficult things into words to help express some of those wriggly feelings. I like to think that's comforting for others. That by being able to find words, I can help people reach others and that by finding the words, they know I understand. I don't know if I'll find the correct words for this personal hardship any time soon. But I feel you all loving me. And it helps. And I'll keep being here however long I need to be until I'm back to the person who finds words for others and who makes others smile. But until then, it would make me very happy to know that everyone else is smiling when I can't. Thank you all.

Tagging Egg King @quezify. There's a little sunshine every morning and a reason to get up and fight for it. Because there are big shiny eggs in the world. And I get to see them all October. So even during what's probably the lowest low I'm going to experience for a while, I'm still glad. Even if I'm going to be a sludge instead of a human being for a while, I'm alive, and I'm loved, and that's enough until the darkness passes. Stay safe, stay warm, and hug your loved ones. And keep sharing beautiful eggs during these trying times.

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[🎈] sway with me [🦊]

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it wasn't uncommon for you to be in the practice room whenever yeonjun had to practice his dancing. there are moments where he'll find an empty practice room and decide to text you: i'm at practice room 101 if you wanna swing by... 👀. and you do swing by because why the hell wouldn't you?

you brought something to keep you busy; nothing much but a couple of files you could proofread a couple of times to make sure you don't miss out on any details for your next briefing. yeonjun sneaks a few peeks at you from time to time and it's this giddy, child-like feeling blossoming in his chest when he notices you looking at him.

if anyone was watching, they would think the two of you were outright disgusting. but given the privacy you two shared in the empty practice room, yeonjun finds the perfect opportunity to–you look up from your file when you notice a shadow blocking half the page you're reading (or was reading).

it makes you snort, putting the file to the side with a raised brow at the sight of his hand extended out to you.

"what?" you scoff a laugh, keeping him waiting like this was hilarious given his puppy eyes and small pout. "take my hand," he wiggles his fingers impatiently.

"i'm not much of a dancer, jun. you know this and should've known since the last time i stepped on your feet a million times."

"eh," he shrugs, bending down to grab onto your hand so he can pull you up, leading you to the middle of the empty space, "it wasn't even close to a million,"

"i don't even–"your words get clogged up when the familiar voice of michael bublé echoes off the walls and yeonjun maneuvers one of your hands to rest on his shoulder as he grips the other, holding it up as he guides you with his other hand on your waist. "i take no responsibility if tubatu loses their main dancer," you announce as he begins to make you move along with him but he stops with a laugh, head thrown back at your remark. it makes you giggle seeing his reaction; how effortless it was for you to make him laugh all the time.

he shakes his head and faces you with a smirk, "it's gonna take more than you stepping on my feet to do any real damage, baby."

"aren't you a cocky motherfu–!" your voice fades off into a squeal when he spins you around as if he's half-dragging, half-floating you around the room with ease but in actual fact, it was because your body trusted him more than your mind did. the muscle memory of feeling safe with him made your heart leap over your head, allowing yeonjun to maneuver you around and avoid your feet stepping onto his to his best ability.

after a solid minute of spinning you around, he slows down to a more mellow pace; ignoring the upbeat tempo from the song as you two catch your breath. he chuckles when you rest your head on his chest, shaking your head with a laugh.

"not so bad, huh?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before you look up to him with a resigned smile, "you just do the darnedest things, don't you?"

"let me spin you around again?"

"as long as you're there to catch me."

"oh," yeonjun grins, already gripping onto your waist and tightening his hold on your hand, "i'll always be there to catch you."

(("what are you, the fbi?" a voice makes soobin's shoulders jump, but he relaxes when he processes it's just beomgyu. "huh?"

the latter snorts, motioning with his head at soobin's hands holding onto a phone, recording past the tiny gap of the practice room where you and yeonjun resided and where you're still dancing.

"why are you being a creep recording them like that?"

"because it's cute and–you know what? use your phone. your quality is better."

"fuck's sake..." beomgyu muttered under his breath, but his actions prove otherwise when he pulls out his phone to comply, "i'm gonna get hyung to buy me that new coat i want if he wants to get this footage."))

[bonny-kookoo]

Lock Me Up | Short #1

In which he realizes some things, but denies himself others.

Tags/Warnings: Detective Agust D my friends, Criminal Kitty!Reader, hybrid Yoongi, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of past abuse, strangers to enemies to I don't even know, sexual tension?, dead dove do not eat

Length: Mid/short

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"Takehiko is under arrest currently, and is being watched until we can all agree on a court date. She's still with you, right?" The detective is being asked, as he takes a drag of his cigarette outside his apartment on the rooftop.

"She is." He agrees.

"But..?" His superior questions over the phone, knowing Yoongi well enough to realize when he's got something to say. "Don't tell me she wants to retract her statement. Tell her she's safe-"

"No, no that's not it." Yoongi denies, flicking the ash off of his cigarette while he leans his arms on the railings. "Rather.. unforseen circumstances that will probably push anything involving her back by a week or so." He explains with a sigh. "At least."

"So she's in heat." His superior chuckles, and Yoongi feels a bit irritated. Kim Seokjin might be a smart man, but he sure knows how to draw amusement from Yoongi's struggles every single time the chance is there.

"Not quite yet, but probably soon. She's medicated, but still, she won't be able to make any date you might have in mind right now." He explains, flicking away the smoked bud somewhere down to the ground while he checks your tracker- just to make sure.

Legally, any statement you make in court won't have any weight as long as you're in heat- so right now, you're pretty much holding the whole process in the air until you're no longer under the influence of any drugs or your hormones to say it bluntly. Yoongi himself entirely forgot about the possibility of this.

"Oh, I was about to ask how you wanted to handle that." Seokjin chuckles.

"Anything else would've gone against proto-"

"Ah come on Min Yoongi, everyone steps over the protocol here and there!" He laughs over the phone. "Do you not like her? She seemed cute when I met her, not going to lie."

"…" Yoongi can't answer. He wants to- but he realizes in this moment that he just.. never thought about it. Does he like you? Or has he just gotten used to you?

Well, he certainly doesn't mind you.

He neither minded going out to get your medications, nor does he mind how you sometimes reach for his hand at night when you sleep. He doesn't mind how you constantly try to rile him up or get on his nerves, and he definitely doesn't mind your presence when he works. But does he like it?

He.. kind of does, come to think of it.

"It's alright to admit it, you know." Seokjin hums over the phone. "I'm not testing you or anything."

"That would be exactly what you'd say if you were testing me." Yoongi argues back defensively. "Listen, I'll supervise her while she's on her meds, and I'll ring you up the minute she's through with it."

"Well, you do you detective blank-face." Seokjin jokes. "Have fun!" He laughs, and Yoongi rolls his eyes before ending the call and walking back into his apartment where you're laying flat on your stomach-

In the middle of the main room.

"And.. what is this?" He asks, though you just groan into floorboards in agony.

"I'm gonna die~!" You wail, and he sighs.

This is going to be the longest heat he'll probably ever have to sit through.

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"Stop- hey, slow down alright? One is enough for now." He tells you, taking away the pack of snacks from you. You immediately become teary eyed, grabbing after them- though his arm is longer, palm pressed against your sternum keeping you away.

"But I'm hungry!" You cry out. "I'll starve! You're gonna make me starve, is that it? Did I bother you so much that you want me dead now?" You ask dramatically, and he takes a deep breath.

"You're not starving." He clarifies as carefully as he can manage, putting the snacks back into the highest shelf where he keeps most of your foods at the moment since you use any moment where he's not looking to practically consume everything edible in his household. "You just feel empty, and you confuse that with hunger." He explains, and now you just look annoyed.

"Yeah well, who's fault is that?" You accuse with crossed arms. "Anyone else would've just screwed me already to get it over and done with." You say, and he looks at you with a blank face.

"I'm not anyone, however." He reminds you.

"I know.. I'm sorry- you're tryin'a be nice and I'm such a bitch for no reason.." you suddenly deflate, walking away from him to crawl underneath a blanket on your chaotic bed, hiding.

It's your medication- and he honestly feels sorry for you.

When you're not cramping and uncomfortable and most of all nauseous, you start to feel empty and hungry, not to mention the mess that's your emotions. One moment you're irritated by nothing, the next you're scared of everything. It's a little tough to handle, he won't lie.

Mostly because he wants to help as much as he can, but there's really a tough limit to what he can actually do without.. well, that.

"Here, drink something instead, that's more important right now." He offers, squatting down at the side of your bed with a bottle of water.

There's no answer.

"You're not asleep."

"How'd you know?!" You suddenly ask, throwing back the covers as you sit up, holding your heat quickly from the whiplash.

"Its not that hard to tell." He- chuckles?!- before he unscrews the cap of the water bottle. You drink eagerly- though you keep your eyes on him the entire time, as if you're thinking of something that involves him. "What?- no no no, my God..." he sighs as you try and talk without having swallowed down the last gulp of water, immediately forcing yourself to cough.

When you finally stop, he tries again. "First drink, then talk." He reminds you, and you nod.

"Can I ask how you got that scar? Like, who did that?" You wonder, finger reaching out to touch it- and he instinctively leans away from you. "Oh sorry, my bad." You apologize, and he shakes it off.

"Its not a cool story, really." He mumbles quietly. "Nothing what you might expect." He shrugs, screwing the cap back onto the bottle before he stands up to put it back into the fridge.

"..so?" You ask meekly, still wanting to know. "I mean you don't have to say-" you start, but he cuts you off as he washes some dishes in the sink.

"Me." He says, and you freeze in your spot. "You asked who did it." He says over his shoulder when he notices your silence, and at that, you watch him with an unreadable expression, before you get up. "What, you wanna look at it aga-"

But he's caught off guard when you simply quietly hug him from the back, soft purring trying to somehow get your feelings across.

And he understands.

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"What is it?" He asks when he notices you pacing again, not wanting to sit down at all it seems like. Your tail snaps upwards at the sound of his voice- but you're not answering for a moment.

"I need to go outside." You say, and he puts his pen down, ready to argue. You've already argued twice about this very specific topic- he can't let you outside like this on your own, the risks too high. And unbeknownst to you, it's not just because you're still a key witness to his case- but also because he personally doesn't want you to roam around outside while clearly still in heat, medicated or not.

He doesn't want to admit it yet, but his reasoning aren't just because he's a hybrid and therefore influenced by you.

"I know! I know you said I can't but I really need something and-" you argue instantly, standing in front of his desk with your legs pushed together suspiciously.

"I bought them already." He tells you nonchalantly, picking up his pen again to continue working. "They're in the bathroom, underneath the sink." He explains, and you stare at him for a moment, before you squint your eyes in suspicion, walking where he told you he'd pit what you need.

There's no way he actually-

He did.

It's definitely a more expensive brand you'd be using- but you won't question it for now, rather glad to be able to clean up and regain some comfort as you do your business and line your underwear with the hybrid-heat pads.

Maybe that'll help him, too.

You know he's affected by you inside his home even if he doesn't admit it- it's not hard to notice. He tends to go outside a lot more, he keeps a window open next to him when he works, he tries to keep any close contact to a minimum. You like that he stays respectful, sure- but you also feel awful about it, because you're just making his job and life so much more complicated right now. No one wants to willingly take care of a medicated hybrid in heat- it's exhausting, annoying, and most of all-

"Everything alright in there?" He asks through the door, knocking pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Y-yeah, no issues!" You call out, and he seems to leave at that, making you deflate. The detective seems to be a pretty good guy underneath that weird tough guy persona he puts up during his work- but it's clear to you that while he might tolerate you, and doesn't truly mind you, he doesn't like you either. He's still someone who despises his own genes, so it's a no-brainer that he probably doesn't like you either.

And you don't blame him at all.

Walking outside the bathroom, you rub your eye- and he immediately gets up to check on you. "What happened?" He wants to know, thinking you're crying, but you wave him off.

"..got.. something in my eye.." you mumble, making him click his tongue as he holds your face in his hands to tilt it upwards so he can see better. He's concentrated on his task, but his grip isn't rough or anything- he's awfully gentle, careful in locating and brushing the hair out ofbyour eye, before he lets go of you again. "..thanks." You mumble, and he nods, walking back to his desk.

"No problem." He simply answers, orange hue from the setting sun coloring the entire interior of his apartment.

"Hey, Detective.?" You ask, carefully pushing some things on his desk with your leg as you sit on the corner, making him furrow his brows at your antics- though he's used to them at this point. "Do you have like- hobbies?" You wonder, and he clicks something on his laptop before he closes the device, leaning back in his seat with crossed arms.

"Not really, no." He answers dryly.

"Boring." You huff. "Not even old-people-stuff like, I don't know, collecting stamps or something?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"No." He simply answers, and you let your shoulders drop.

"Oh come on man, I'm trying to make smalltalk here!" You whine, and he chuckles- something he's been doing recently, and it fills you with happiness, in a way. "You gotta help me out!"

"Why would I?" He asks, leaning his head to the side a bit. "You're pretty entertaining like this." He shrugs.

You, in return, pull out your tongue, before jumping down to walk into the kitchen, attempting to climb on the countertop to reach your snack-stash.

"Hey- stop that!" He immediately calls out rushing to you, pulling you down but your middle before setting you back down onto the ground.

"But De-te-ctive~!" You wail dramatically. "I'm gonna-"

"You're not going to starve, I told you." He reminds you, but you simply suddenly fall limp in his grip, practically melting through his arms like liquid before you're on the ground, giggling. He sighs.

"Your life is gonna be so fucking boring when I'm gone." You joke-

And he knows, deep inside, just how right you are.

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"Pssst, Detective.!" You hiss- but he's dead asleep. "Detective!" You hiss again, but still, he's unconscious.

It's unusual for him to sleep this tightly, not even reacting to you when you're pulling on his arm. And it's freaking you out- because you know for a fact, someone's on the roof, and its a stranger.

You're just about to slap the man, when the window crashes, making you instantly try and hide- but it's no use, because his apartment isn't big at all, and gives you nowhere to truly go in the spur of the moment like this.

You notice how the detective's eyes slowly open, as if he's fighting to wake up- but he still doesn't move.

The food delivered. The young delivery guy at the door that seemed awfully nervous. The soda only he himself had drunk yesterday.

He's so fucking stupid, he thinks to himself.

You can feel Yoongi's grip trying to hold you close to him as you hold onto his hand- but he can't bring himself to do anything else as you finally slip from his fingers, a hit to your head making you go limp as you lose consciousness right in front of his eyes.

And suddenly you're gone, apartment cold and empty again.

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[spacebarbarianweird]

Somnambula

Synopsis: Alethaine Ancunin is sleepwalking and sees visions of her future

Tags: dadstarion, dhampirs, visions of the future

TW: mentions of period blood and CSA. Also, Alethaine stabs Astarion with her butterfly-knife

This was inspired by @vixstarria and this art. And also, here we can finally meet Alethaine's husband-to-be Elren Goldenroot! Also, if you wonder who are the older dhampirs Alethaine sees in her visions - those are main characters of Dhampirs of the Sword Coast: Theris the Bard and Mierni Decarios, Gale's adoptive son.

Alethaine's age - 17 years-old

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

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Headcanons

Alethaine has a nightmare.

She runs through a dark field. The skies are pitch black, but it’s not night – it’s as if the world collapsed into the abyss. A blood-red whirlpool shines in the distance hypnotizing and driving her insane.

For some reason, it’s difficult to run, as if something made Alethaine too clumsy and slow. 

Someone grabs her arm. An elf in armor takes off his helmet. He yells at her in Elven and tries to make her return somewhere safe but Alethaine sets herself free.

Something important needs to be done.

Something bad will happen if she doesn’t go.

The elf kisses her forehead and then unsheathes his sword. Its hand is adorned with a violet star – and Alethaine knows this weapon is ancient even by Elven standards.

Alethaine looks to the North, to the blood-red whirlpool.

When the first horn sounds, the dead will join the fight.

When the second horn sounds, the undead will follow into the battle.

And when the third horn sounds, the mortals will join the fray.

**

A Dwarf named Nandaeck Flintflayer is awakened by his wife, Ruligith. It’s always dark in the Underground part of the Daggerlake, but it’s also deep at night on the surface.

“Someone is in the house,” she whispers. 

“What? Nonsense, go to sleep.”

“I tell you someone is in the house! I saw a shadow!”

“You are just bored because Rutha has moved away!”

Ruligith kicks her husband – ever since their daughter decided she wanted to live in Thornhold with her aunt, her parents found out they have too much free time to quarrel.

Nandaeck takes the lamp and goes down to the kitchen where the mysterious shadow was spotted by his wife.

“I told you, woman, there is nothing… Fuck!”

A teenage elf in a black dress is walking on the ceiling swinging her butterfly knife. From time to time she stops, her eyes shut and feet bare, and stabs something invisible. 

“Don’t yell!” Ruligith mutters angrily. “If you wake her up she will get hurt!”

Finally, Nandaeck fully wakes up to recognize the intruder.

“It’s you, Alethaine? Well, sorry, but Rutha moved out.”

“It’s not like they were close friends.”

“I think they were?”

“Trust me, girls are friendly with each other even if they secretly desire each other’s demise. Alethaine, sweetheart, could you please get down?”

Alethaine, still asleep, turns around and walks to the opposite corner of the ceiling. The dwarf tries to grab the elf’s hand but both he and the unexpected guest are short.

“Give me the broom!”

“Are you going to beat her? I am not treating the bite wounds! Keep an eye on her, I will go to her parents.”

“Don’t leave me alone with her!”

“She is just a girl, she is the same age as Rutha.”

“Yes, and?! I don’t remember Rutha walking on ceilings, having fangs, and doing whatever the fuck this one does in the ruins!”

Suddenly Ruligith gets silent.

“You know what? You go, I'll stay with her. And you better pick up her mother.” 

“I think Astarion will do a better job at taking her off the ceiling.”

“I told you to get Tiriel! She is at home, I saw her in the tavern.”

**

Whatever it is, it’s too painful. Alethaine is exhausted but the dead keep marching towards the blood-red whirlpool. Something terrible has happened. Something really bad.

She turns away and sees the elven army fighting creatures so grotesque that Alethaine feels a primal horror any time she sees them. 

The same elf from before fights them with his sword. Alethaine experiences another wave of fear.

Fear for him.

Strong hands grab her from both sides. A tiefling in red armor. A dark-skinned human with a wizard staff.

“Alethaine, your husband is doing pretty well, we need to keep going!” The wizard says baring his dhampir fangs. “Theris! Protect our backs!”

“Yes, for someone who has never led an army or ruled a kingdom, he is doing very well!” The tiefling adds. “Come on, cousin, we have demons to kill, brothers to avenge, and … well… some mortals to save?”

**

“I have no idea how she managed to leave the house without us noticing!” Tiriel apologies.

Tiriel enters the dwarven kitchen. Alethaine now just stands on the ceiling playing with the butterfly knife. Her mouth is half open, her fangs visible.

A thin string of blood traces her pale leg.

Tiriel approaches her daughter. Thanks to the short floors in the dwarven house Tiriel’s head is at the same level as Alethaine’s.

“Kitten, let’s go home.”

Alethaine shakes her head. Then she frowns and bares her fangs. 

Astarion sighs.

There is no way Astarion can stay home when Alethaine is in trouble, Tiriel thinks.

“Astarion, climb up there and pick her up. But don’t wake her!” she whispers.

“Oh, that’s why you didn’t want me to come,” he says, noticing the blood on Alethaine’s legs.

“Exactly! Trust me, it’s beyond embarrassing for her already - if she knew…”

Astarion walks up to the ceiling and lifts Alethaine up. Whatever Alethaine dreams about it’s not peaceful because the moment her father touches her she makes a screeching sound and stabs him with her knife.

“Princess, that hurts.” Astarion extracts the blade from his chest and the wound immediately heals. “And now I will have to repair this shirt.”

Tiriel gets on the table and grabs her daughter’s hand trying to take the knife away.

Finally, they manage to get her down. Alethaine stands on the floor still muttering something in Elven and baring her fangs, as if something were threatening her. 

Astarion lifts her up again and now she sleeps in his arms like a baby.

“I am very sorry,” Tiriel says. “She never sleepwalked!”

“That’s all right, blood washes away easily,” the dwarf says. “When I had my first blood, I beat the shit out of my older brother, and he was a warrior, mind you.”

“I think I experienced rage for the first time during those days.”

“At least she didn’t kill anyone. Or did she?”

“I doubt it.”

**

Alethaine is no longer in the dark field. She is in a small village shrine, probably Timora’s, but she isn't sure.

A naked elf of maybe fourteen or fifteen years, barely an adolescent by their race standards, presses his back against the wooden wall. He cries silently pressing his pale legs together. Hair the color of molten gold covers his face.

“If you tell anyone, anyone, Elren,'' a man in a cleric tunic approaches him. “I will make sure none of your family makes it out alive. I will do the same I did to you to your cousins. And I will murder your aunt and uncle. You will be all alone, Elren, like the pathetic orphan you are.''

“Don’t… Don’t hurt them,” he whispers in Elven and the cleric slaps him.

“Speak Common, you fucking fairy.”

“I will not tell anyone,” the boy says. “I promise.”

Alethaine feels such a wave of fury that she wants to flay that cleric and put his head on a spike. But she isn’t there. It all happened years ago.

The boy turns his head and Alethaine has an uncanny feeling when he sees her.

He has the same blue eyes the elf in the armor had. 

**

“So, I didn’t go anywhere? I was just walking around the yard?” Alethaine asks suspiciously. 

“Yes, you were in the yard,” Astarion says. “You didn't go anywhere and no one saw you.”

“Good. Because if I did go somewhere, I would be outta this town!”

Astarion chuckles. “No, no one saw you. Your mum brought you back and helped you change, that’s all.”

“Still embarrassing.”

“Trust me, Alethaine, you weren’t a responsible adult from the start. We had to do the same for a few years before you learnt to do things yourself.”

“No, I don’t want to hear more. Did you see anything?”

“No, your mother told me what happened, but I didn’t see anything.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

She rushes into the house. 

“Whose idea was it to give her the butterfly knife?” Tiriel says.

“Yours.”

“No, it wasn’t!”

“You gave it to her for her fifth birthday,” Astarion recalls.

“I was sure it was you!”

“I ordered it at the smith in Secomber. But the idea was yours.”

‘Do you think we can hide it somewhere?”

“Darling, she is seventeen, I don’t think we can take things away from her.” Astarion suddenly feels a very similar embarrassment to Alethaine’s. “Tiriel… Do I… Do I have to know something important about what she’s going through?”

Tiriel shakes her head. “Well, she just feels awful and maybe will lash at you for something stupid. But it seems like it won't happen any time soon? I asked an elven cleric in Secomber, and she said it happens once a decade. ”

“She is a dhampir, we can’t know for sure how it works for her.”

“Imagine having to go through this shit once a month! Human fertility is a curse, not a blessing. Oh, and if she asks you to bring her something, just do it. And if you see spots of blood, ignore them.”

Astarion kisses her cheek. “And we need to make sure she can’t leave the house if she sleepwalks again.”

**

“Elren, get inside,” an elderly half-elf softly touches his nephew’s shoulder. “Come on, this place isn't that bad.”

Elren nods but doesn’t move. His uncle (technically he was his mother’s third cousin but it doesn’t really matter considering he has no other relatives) gives up and returns to his new house, much poorer than the one he owned in their old village. His human wife and daughters chatter, but even with elven hearing Elren barely hears anything.

No matter how many times Uncle says nothing was Elren’s fault, the young elf still thinks he is guilty. Guilty that they had to leave everything and basically run from the angry crowd. “How dare those fairies accuse the cleric of such terrible crimes.” Guilty that his family had to go through all this mess to try to hold the cleric accountable. The guilt that it all happened to him, and no matter how much he rubs his skin, the dirt doesn't go away.  

He will forget, his human aunt says. He will forget because elves live for centuries and no one can remember bad things for so long. By the time his three cousins and their descendants will be in their graves, a still young Elren will forget what happened to him in his distant childhood.

He hopes she is right. 

The seventeen-year-old elf lies on his back spreading his arms. His mother was half a sun elf, half a moon elf, father was Or’Tel’Quessir, a Wood Elf. They say some of his ancestors were star elves, but no one knows for sure. He feels himself stitched into different parts like a ragged doll – even the Elven language is his second. He is trying to learn it from books and by talking to his uncle, but it is all fake for him. He is somehow less of an elf than his relative.

The trance takes Elren easily. He is young and barely re-lives anything. His dreams are weird and grotesque – he thinks it’s just memories of his past lives.

But could they be visions of the future?

He wields a silver sword in his hand and slaughter monstrosities that could only be spawns of the Abyss itself. The skies are dark and only a red whirlpool in the distance casts a gloomy light on the cursed ground. 

One horn – for the dead.

The second, for the undead.

And the third for the living. 

And then Elren sees an elven woman.

She dances.

Her movements are weird – as if she were half-undead – but gracious at the same time. Her beauty is of a macabre nature and Elren wishes to approach her but can’t.

Did he meet her in his past lives? Will he meet her in the future?

The shadows – no, the resurrected corpses, follow her and imitate her movements.

She dances with the dead. 

Her silver hair is the color of moonlight. Her dress is black like the darkest night and her skin is pale like one of an undead. She is both the witch and the queen, the shadow and the silver light. Her fingers are thin and long and the young elf imagines them tracing his cheek and hands. 

It's a deep, dark night when he returns back to reality. Elren sits in silence trying to grasp the image of the elven woman, but she fades away.

But Elren Goldenroot knows that, should he ever meet this necromancer, he will recognize her.

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[king-midas-fortnite]

Hello. I assume there is little need for introduction, but I am Midas. I've recently returned from a brief..."sabbatical", shall we call it, in the Underworld.

My daughter, Jules thought it would be a good idea to keep a blog. Not sure why. Something about venting feelings, connecting with other people not in my crew, etc. Not exactly things I find very high priority, but I suppose it can't kill me. I'd know better than anyone what can, after all. And perhaps it'll make keeping tabs on people of interest easier...

Feel free to reach out, if you wish. Message me, tag me, whatever the case may be. I'll do my best to be active here. Whatever it takes to make my daughter happy. However, I am a busy man. Apologies if I miss anything.

((Keep reading for rules and notes!))

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Rules and guidelines for interacting!

1. This blog is run by an adult. I am 26, my main is @snippydippy. Please keep this in mind when interacting with me. I ask that minors please consider a different Midas.

I will use (()) to indicate when I'm speaking out of character in any posts!

2. I don't mind NSFW content myself, but may not answer questions or reblog content pertaining to sexually explicit topics to keep things relatively appropriate.

3. This blog may contain ship content, it may not. I have ships I like, they may not be the ones you do. While my version of Midas is cis, he's not straight (bi king). If this bothers you, I don't know what to tell you.

4. My DMs and asks will always be open! Please don't be shy, Midas won't bite. I'm down to RP in the reblogs with anyone! However, DM roleplays for other adults only, please.

5. This blog will always be skewed towards a more serious vibe. I take my characterization of Midas very seriously (more so than I probably should for a FN character lol). You won't find much in the way of him being a silly guy. Even if I find it funny, if I don't think a situation would be in character for my version of him, it won't happen.

That's it as far as my rules go aside from the obvious "don't be a dick" sentiments that I feel I shouldn't have to say. Thank you for reading them! Next are just a couple notes on my headcanons for Midas.

-Midas has some control over his Golden Touch. I think of the curse in a way that is similar to chronic pains. Some days, it is manageable, and he can touch whatever he'd like without issue. Some days, it is bad. He has to avoid people, can't eat, and struggles getting through mundane tasks without frustration.

I believe his curse may also be in part tied to his emotions. Any intense anger, sadness, or other strong feelings will make it harder to control the Touch, and it does cause him some amount of pain when it's out of control. (Doing mental gymnastics to explain why Fortnite itself isn't consistent with his power.)

-Jules means everything to Midas. He will do absolutely anything in his power to keep his daughter safe and to keep his relationship with her in good standing. He's wronged her in the past, and is doing all he can to make up for those actions and lost time.

-His time in the underworld changed him a bit. He's less cold to the people close to him. He allows more feeling than pure calculation into his thought processes, but a stranger may not be able to tell. Midas is a relatively closed off man. He does not wear his emotions on his sleeve, and doesn't often make friends without some kind of benefit to be had from the relationship. Be it power or connections. However, the friendships he does have mean a great deal to him. He is quick to provide aid in any way he can to those he cares about.

Another thing about his imprisonment in Hell: Time in the underworld was experienced differently. While we may have waited four years for Midas to return, for him it was much, much longer. Now that he is back, he is determined to never be put in chains ever again.

-My version of him obviously has not left the island after returning from the underworld, instead opting to stay as his curiosity for how things have changed has gotten the better of him. He wants to keep up with the power struggles, and find a way to insert himself back into them.

This blog is semi-independent! Some lore is shared with @perseus-ihatemydad-fortnite in that he helped Midas escape from the Underworld. As well as most often being seen interacting with @kado-fortnite and @valeria-fortnite

Tags I'll use!

#Midas Answers -For asks answered in character

#Midas Posts -For interactions in character

#Gold Reserves -In-character reblogs of art, aesthetic posts, etc.

#Gold Encounter -For interactions between other characters that are meant to be read as happening in-person/privately

#Journal Entries - For uh. For Journal Entries lol. These are, in a meta sense, private to him. They are for interactions that happen on the Discord server rather than Tumblr for reader convenience.

- 👑 for anon messages

#Shut your trap snippy -For posts like these that include me talking OOC (I know, long tag. It's just what I've been using on my main blog for years to tag my own garbage lol)

Screenshot in this post and my header are from @corvidazed 💛

Thank you for getting all the way down here! I hope our interactions are fun!

[ohshcconfessions]

Welcome to ohshcconfessions! This is a confession blog for Tumblr's Ouran High School Host Club fandom.

This is a place to confess anything about the ohshc fandom, media, or characters

This blog is currently only run by me and I post mainly on a running queue. Sometimes I'll answer them straight out of the askbox. My main is @lnsane-ace and you can call me Ace.

If I have not posted your confession, feel free to ask me about it or send it in again! Sometimes I make dumb mistakes too.

(No, I do not agree with all the confessions I will post here. I simply give people a safe place to post them where others from the fandom can interact)

RULES (subject to change):

1. Keep confessions about OHSHC or its fandom. other confessions will likely not be posted.

2. Do not harass or specifically target others when sending asks. This includes name dropping or being bigoted towards them (such as racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc...)

Replying to others is fine, but try not to get into heated arguments, or your confessions probably won't be posted. Keep it respectful towards one another. (I’ve had some anon confessions turn into people berating me, so please try to respect each other)

3. Do not be NSFW. I don’t mind if you’re being a little suggestive, but i don’t want this blog to be 18+

4. If I think a confession will start an argument or is racist, misogynist, homophobic, transphobic, etc. towards any character or any real person, no, it will not be posted.

5. Enjoy! <3

TAGS MEANINGS:

#ohshc confessions - confessions about the ohshc media

#ohshc fandom confessions - confessions about the fandom of ohshc

#not confessions - posts that dont relate to ohshc

#mod ace answers - i answer questions you ask (related to the blog or OHSHC)

#crossover confession post - posts that may involve other fandoms/reblogs/just random talk with my mutuals

All in all, I hope this is a fun place for the OHSHC fandom to thrive!

[perpetuallypottytraining]

(im the anon that said regression is not nsfw)

oh okay i get it kind of :thumbs_up:

do u talk abt potty training stuff on ur main age regression acc too or is it just this one? cuz if u do i might follow idk hehe

okay, I thiiiink these are the same person? Probably? Unclear. I'll answer both here, for clarity.

1 - No, I don't talk about potty training stuff on my main, not anymore. I moved those posts here a couple of years ago. The only content that's there are maybe some reblogs from other regressors.

2 - Okay, first of all, age regressors did NOT come up with those terms, nor do they have exclusive rights to use them. Those terms have been used by people for, like, ever. Parents calling their kids "little ones", family members calling out "littles, come over here!" to refer to any younger members, the obvious origins of "mom" and "dad" and their variants, and "caregivers" being tied to both people who care for babies, children, the elderly, and those with disabilities.

If anything, age players have more rights to the terms "littles" and "caregiver" in the context that we're using on this site. They're the ones who originated/popularized them. I know this because I was here, on this site, in 2016, when age regressors decided to split off from the sfw age play community, and there was legitimately tons of discourse about who had the "right" to those terms.

(who here remembers the chire and the other handful of communities that attempted to exclude anyone who liked the parental nicknames and the usage of the word "little" in their regression? I do. god, do I remember. this is the main reason that a lot of old regression blogs specify that they're "community free regression")

Second, I... don't? Tag anything here as ageplay? Everything here is just tagged with omo tags, then with assorted organizational tags - there is nothing here tagged with agere or ageplay - just posts that use the very vague term of "little" and the other term of "caregiver" within the post itself.

(which, I just feel the need to repeat, is a word that even normies use!! my own parents, aunts, and uncles call me and my cousins littles!!! Outside of that, "Littles" is a shared community term!! Littles and Caregivers, as we use them, originated from Dominant Daddy/Mommy and Little Boy/Little Girl - it's the gender neutral version!! Cg/L! Regressors are the ones who decided to keep it!! Because it's vague!! That's intentional!!)

But, yeah, you're allowed to feel your feelings, and, honestly, the fact that you're uncomfortable with the "playing grown-up" tag is something that I anticipated when I made that tag - that it might make people uncomfortable! But, I've been working on making my own boundaries and enforcing them, while not immediately catering to make other people comfortable at the detriment of my own comfort/space.

This is my blog. People didn't like when I put non-sexual omo on my agere blog because it helped me regress. That's okay, and even I became uncomfortable with it after a while, so! I made this blog! It's not my agere blog. It's my soft omo blog. It's nsfw and for adults only. And, only just recently, I decided to take advantage of those two facts and put some other nsfw posts here. I do not want to make yet another sideblog for the handful of "icky" posts I'd like to reblog, especially when this blog is already here.

A nice thing about Tumblr is that tags are now blockable, so if, for some reason, you wanted to follow me still, you'd still be able too view all my other posts while excluding that specific tag. Or you can block me, if you wanted to - you curate your own online experience, and I'll hold no ill will towards you for making sure that you're comfortable and safe.

As for saying thats someone can't be both an age regressor and an age player? Literally what are you talking out????? Huh???? Do you think that adults can't age regress and slip into the mindset of a child while also being capable of, while in adult headspace, in a consensual relationship, roleplay as a child for sexual gratification??? Those are two different things!!! Ageplay is roleplay, and as such, one is capable of adult things! Agere is someone slipping into the headspace of a child!! Healthy communication with one's partner makes it clear what's okay in one headspace and what's okay in the other!!!

I'm not even an ageplayer and even I know that it's possible to do both 😭😭😭 and I just read fanfiction and people's actual blogs!!

As for your sign off, um. Okay? I don't even interact with a.geredips posts and blogs.... even if they're very relevant to me and my regression! Not even with my main!! (I'm also very shy and timid and a bit scared to interact) And, on my main, if people who follow me start breaking people's DNI, I literally softblock or block them - if they can't follow people's boundaries, then they can't interact! I'm just one blog, and I doubt that if anyone wanted to demonize age regressors, they need any help from me - people who deliberately mistag are probably more than enough tbh.

Ageplay and age regression, like it or not, was cut from the same cloth - a cloth made out of a gradient from black to white, with shades of grey all in between. Like a baby blanket! Black/ageplay and ABDL on one side, white/agere on the other, with you and me and my friends and mutuals somewhere in the middle, all spread out across!

Plenty of adults don't think anyone should return to the comfort of childhood things, and look at the whole blanket with scorn and disgust. Cutting off more and more of the blanket, because you think that my grey isn't as palatable as your grey, is not going to change these people's minds. Both of us live in the grey zone, and I personally think that by accepting more of the grey, our baby blanket will be strong enough to handle anything - even and especially people who think our blanket should be torn to shreds.

[legendofmorons]

Sugar, spice, and everything nice (Four)

Pairing: Four x baker! Reader

Rating:G

Summary: You get to reunite with your husband, and you spend some time catching up with him.

Warnings: None

Other: If I missed anything please let me know

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Your husband had disappeared without a trace nearly six months ago, thankfully your soul mate tie means anything that is put on his skin shows up on your's. So he's alive.

And you both get to talk to each other.

Oddly enough he hasn't written anything since two days ago and you're starting to really worry.

You're taking someone's order when the bell chimes and a group of men armed to the teeth enter.

"Alright I'll have that out in just a bit!" You say to the person as you put their order ticket on the line.

You eye the group of men for two seconds before your sight zeroes in on your husband.

you feel your chest tighten and warm all at once, smiling slightly more genuine.

"(Y/n)!" One of your employees calls from the back, "Can you come help us?"

Well shit, guess your husband will have to wait.

You watch his eyes fall to you, and he smiles brightly at you as you turn to leave. You give a gentle wave as you turn all the way, entering the kitchen.

You find the problem is easy enough to fix, a simple pipe problem. Usually you'd call a plumber but with a wrench it's a five minute fix.

Washing your hands after fixing the problem you smile at the fact that your husband is back. In your bakery and back. Safe and alive!

"I'm taking my lunch!" You call as you place your apron on the hook by the kitchen door.

You walk back into the main part, apron and name tag off this time as you grab a round of blueberry muffins on the house for your husband and his friends.

"Hey Link." You say as you slide into the booth beside him.

You set the muffins on the table easily before leaning against Four gently.

"(Y/n)!" He says happily, voice bright and cheerful.

"This is your spouse?" Asks the oldest of the group.

"Yeah, this is (Y/n). Love, these are other heroes of courage."

"It's nice to meet you."

"He won't shut up about you." Says a male with blonde hair that looks dip dyed pink at one side.

"That's sweet of you." You say, leaning to kiss his cheek.

"I'm so happy to see you. I've missed you so much." Four said absolutely beaming, "Can the others stay with us for a bit?"

"As long as they don't purposely burn our house down, sure."

"Accidentally is fine?" One asks in confused awe.

"I've handled worse." You shrug, "So are you all named Link?"

"Yeah. But we have Nicknames. I'm Time."

"Twilight. "

"Warriors. "

"Wild."

"I'm wind!"

"It's nice to meet you, I'm sky."

"I'm Legend."

"I'm Hyrule!"

"And you?" You prompt turning to your husband with a smile.

"I'm called four."

"Fitting." You say evenly, thinking back to the many many times Four's colors have been around you.

"I think so. How have you been?"

Four take your hand in his, squeezing gently.

"I'm good, I've been worried but otherwise I'm good."

"I'm sorry about this. But-"

"It's okay, Love. I get it, you may be my husband but you're Hylia's hero."

There's something bitter in your voice, they can all hear it.

You will never hold his fate against him... but it still is hard to share your lover with the world. His good heart takes him away a lot.

But you also know that hero as he may be, he'd do anything to keep you safe. Even destroy the world.

Time gives a sympathetic look, "I've always felt the worst for our families."

"We know what it means to love a hero." You say with a shrug, "I am more worried for you guys."

"I suppose."

"Now enough of the sad talk, I wanna hear all about your latest adventures!" You say with a grin.

Four is taking one of the muffins muffins before he looks at you with bright eyes. "You should see Wild fish- he lives up to his name."

"Well with a name like that you have to."

"Do you have any clue why Four uses that name?" Hyrule asks.

"His sword." You say simply, not sure how much the others know and not wanting to out your lover. "Now, has my husband been good to you?"

"He made me a new sword!" Wild grins.

"He's been very helpful." Time says.

"I'm glad. I should probably head home if you guys are staying- I have to grab groceries and stuff."

"I'll come with you." Four says quickly.

"All right. Come on four, the rest of you relax and the muffins are on the house."

The group shares a look but lets you leave.

You lead Four towards the kitchen to grab your wallet and keys and bag. "Taking the rest of the day off, family thing!" You call into the kitchen before taking Four's hand and leaving with him.

You hold Four's hand still as you head towards the market, "Did I tell you about the mess of a delivery this morning?"

"No! What happened?"

"Ugh- well we were supposed to get our egg and milk delivery from Lon Lon, right? Malon was sick so she sent one of the new workers- they forgot eggs!"

"They didn't!"

"They did! So I had to wait another hour before we could start our prep this morning which threw off our whole morning!"

"That really. sucks."

"It's fine, enough people like my stuff to wait. We just opened late."

"Well I'm glad it worked out."

"Me too." You say, lifting your entwined hands to hiss the back of his gently. "I'm even more glad to have you with me."

The market is slow, most people are at work but thankfully it's open.

"I've missed you." You say to Four as you walk around, browsing.

"I've missed you too. A lot."

"Have you had fun?"

"Yeah... It's nice. The others really understand me."

"Good. I'm glad. You of all people deserve that."

"But I'm happy to be back. I was so excited when we ended up back here, I couldn't not surprise you!"

"Well I'm surprised for sure. Do you think stew will be okay for dinner?"

"Stew will be great."

"Perfect- oh I should make strawberry shortcake."

"You spoil us."

"You. I spoil you, the others just get the treats as well."

"You're perfect."

"Hardly."

Four just smile as you grab the things needed.

You pay, holding the bagged items by your side.

"(Y/n)?"

"Yes?"

"I'm glad I get to hold you tonight."

"I'm glad too."

"Would it be okay if all of us held you?"

"All of- you mean your colors right? Not the strange heroes?"

Four laughs, shaking his head. "Of course my colors."

"Then yes. But not until you eat and take a good warm bath. You look exhausted."

"I am."

"That's okay. I'm here to help."

"Thank you for that."

"Anytime."

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Evening falls, and the boys all take various spots to sleep.

Wild and Wind take the pull out couch, curled together as soon as they fall asleep- which is quickly.

Hyrule and Legend sleep on pads from couch and chair cushions.

The guest room is shared by Sky and Twilight, a trundle bed under the main bed.

Time and Warriors are put on cots in the living room.

You're just glad you have so many sleeping options, between friends and family crashing it has been necessary but not quite to this extent.

You close the door behind you as Four sets all his things away.

You turn, changing into night clothes as Four does the same, your own body exhausted from the day. You can only imagine how he feels.

You turn, watching him lift the sword above his head before a flash of light reveals all four of his colors.

"Hello, love." Your voice is tired but welcoming.

"(Y/n)." They chorus.

"Put the swords down and come to bed." You urge, eyeing the king size mattress with longing.

You move to get into bed as the boys put their swords away before rushing after you.

Red gets to you first, cuddling up to your right.

Green takes your left while Blue gets behind Red to hold you from there.

Vio just moves to lay across the green so his head is on your heart, he may be reserved but he's genuinely happy to be with you. hearing your heartbeat soothes him.

"I've missed you."

"We missed you too." Red says with a smile.

"It's been too quiet at home."

"That's not going to be a problem much longer. We're going to finish the job and come back."

"You better."

"We will."

"Good. because when you finish the quest I need your help fixing my oven at work- I keep burning myself."

"We'll be happy to help."

[ask-hfttmnt]

WELCOME TO THE BLOG!

RULES:

NO NSFW!! Keep things at least PG-14. We are mostly minors, and even then I don't think any of us wanna hear inappropriate nonsense. It's just plain gross and uncomforting.

No heavy flirting!! Jokes and little things are fine, but too much of it all the time can make us uncomfortable, especially since we are all teens.

ABSOLUTELY NO TCEST, PROSHIPPERS, LEORAI SHIPPERS, ETC! GET THAT SHIT OUT OF HERE AND STAY OUT!! Please and thank you <3

Be respectful, please! No one here wants to deal with total jerks and haters. Don't like this? Keep to yourself and leave. We aren't forcing anyone to stay.

Be patient with us! We are sometimes busy and don't always have the time to respond or the motivation to be online.

No spamming! We will get to you when we can. If we don't answer something, it's because it's either unrelated, breaks the rules, or we just haven't seen it yet.

Lastly, have fun! No need to be shy. We try to be as friendly as possible (most of us at least).

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INTRODUCTIONS:

💙"Wusup! Name's Leonardo, but you can call me Leo or Leon. I'm the cool leader in blue and the oldest Hamato brother! I'm also the most handsome, haha! Feel free to stick around and chat."

💜"Greetings. I'm Donatello. Some of my other names include Donnie, Don, Dee... you get the gist. I'm the brains of the group because SOMEONE around here needed an education. I'm the second oldest and sadly "twins" with Mr. Massive-Ego. If I'm not busy, I'll talk I guess.."

❤️"Sup. I'm Raphael. Or just Raph works too. I'm the muscle among my brothers. Don't let my size fool you, I happen to be the middle child. So... yeah."

🧡"HI HI HI HI! I'm Michelangelo! Or Mikey, Mike, Michael, Angelo... whichever works! I'm the youngest brother and most playful and creative! I love to meet new people, so don't be shy!"

💛"Hello there! I'm April O'Neil, but just April works! I'm a close friend of the turtles and have been for some time now. If I'm not busy at work, I'll try to answer what I can!"

🩶"Yo! This is the one and only Casey Jones. I'm an athletic guy who likes to do my part in keeping this city safe from all sorts of trouble. If I'm not busy, feel free to swing by and chat!"

🩷"Hiii! I'm Angelica Jones, but you can call me Angel or Angie too if you want. I'm Casey's younger sibling, and he thought it would be a good idea to have me try and talk to people, so here I am! I'm not very chatty, though, but I will try my best to respond to what I can."

💚"Howdy, I guess. Name's North. I'm honestly just here because the others wouldn't shut up till I agreed to do this. Ask whatever, just know I won't answer something I deem too personal.."

🖤"Sup laddies and lassies. The name's Shep. North dragged me into this as well, so ask me anything I suppose. Just don't get all hurt if my answers are too brutal for ya."

TAGS:

#that blue dude = Leo

#donniepedia = Donnie

#big red = Raph

#mike n ike = Mikey

#april showers = April

#hockey talky = Casey

#little angel = Angie

#sly fox = North

#shepticeye = Shep

#other talks = anyone else getting involved

#yappin = just talking about random things (rambling)

#friendly chats = answering the ask box

#arts n crafts = showing off drawings or projects

interactions = interacting with other accounts (mostly reblogs)

OOC:

Hello! I'm the mod for this blog and the creator of this AU! This is an RP blog based on my own TMNT AU known as Hunt for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Any other RP blogs, feel free to interact if you want!

My main blog is @rosewashereyt and my tmnt blog is @rosey-mango

#rose is here = ooc related stuff

If you see things in double brackets [[---]], it's ooc as well!

Shep is an OC that belongs to Sunny aka @atiredweirdo

Any interactions with him go through Sunny first, just fyi!

[luffyrose]

Ghost in a Birdcage - DC x DP AU

I got a name for the Au! I am referencing the song Rule #4 Fish in a Birdcage as the title. I thought the song actually fit this whole au pretty well so yeah :D

Anyway, I told y'all I was working on stuff and part of it was this (plus the memes, which I'll share later) as well as thinking of a design for my Danny in this AU. I have a few ideas, but I'll probably work on the story itself before actually solidifying it.

Here's a little bit of sadness and softness from the past in this AU. Idk if this will be put into the main story, but it's just a general short story that is canon for this au.

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GiaB AU Taglist: @markus209 @olivethetreebitch @chrysanthemum9484 @blackroserelina @avelnfear @edgyboi10000 @lokiaddams @samgirl98 @phoenixdemonqueen @iceknight-of-sun @autumnwulf @chronicallyonline-fandomwh0r3 @thegatorsgoose @nikki-pondtheauthor @jaxinkh @paper-bag-boy @dxrksong @lesling123 @learning-to-fly-on-my-own @gmkelz11

(As a lil side note the tag list is gonna be on any writing I do for this au, if I make other posts about it I'll leave it to the tag for people to find. Not including a link to the Ao3 when I do make the fic or one-shot series itself, taglist will be there too :D)

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Small sniffles filled the room. Jason's gaze shifted toward his little brother, a frown overtaking the anger that'd been apparent on his own face. Danny, his precious little brother, was laying on the mattress on the ground beside him. Turning and scooting closer, Jason's hand lightly landed atop slightly wet and messy curls.

"Danny, are you feeling better?"

He could see the younger open his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by coughs. Along with the coughs, a loud clattering noise came from the door that had been locked from the outside. Gritting his teeth, the instant yelling from outside telling them to shut up making him look toward the door. Really, almost three years, and Catherine still couldn't accept that a toddler was going to be loud. Danny wasn't even loud on purpose! Huffing in silent rage, Jason's eyes fell back on his little brother.

Danny was staring up at Jay, his eyes wide in slight fear at the yelling, but he knew his brother would protect them. He was very small, almost 4 now according to Jason! But he was also very smart. His brother told him that a lot, especially when he hid away when the yelling or fights started. Danny liked to be smart. He didn't like seeing the other with new injuries though, but Jason let him put bandaids on them, and then he would take them out to the library.

The library was nice.

Catherine, that's what Jason always called the angry lady, didn't like to go in there. She didn't like to go anywhere with them, but Jason liked to take him places so it was okay. They didn't go places when sick though...so why was Jason getting some of his stuff?

"We're gonna go to the library buddy."

Seeing the smile that crossed the kid's face, the tension in his shoulder's loosened, but with the loud rattling of the door and cursing, they were right back to how they were before. Getting up quickly, he shoved what he could into a little bag and helped Danny up, the small boy coughing again.

"CALEB DANIEL TODD I SWEAR WHEN I GET THIS DOOR-"

Jason didn't let Danny hear the rest of it, carefully getting them both out onto the fire escape. He knew Catherine had been...less than ideal. His father was worse. But now with Willis gone, she didn't hold back. Half the time she wasn't home, the other half the time Jason was keeping her away from Danny. Sometimes he wished she just wouldn't come home, or that Danny wouldn't be in danger because she did.

So he made a plan. He was gonna get Danny a better home. A safe one. Except, when he'd gotten sick and wasn't getting better with the cold medicine he stole, Jason's plans didn't matter so much anymore. Danny needed somewhere to get better, but he needed a way to do that first. He'd found a way...though he didn't like it.

Carrying the younger on his back, the backpack slung over his front while a star blanket Jason had actually bought for once was draped over them both. Danny was watching the people they passed by, a small but nervous smile on his face before he inevitably hid his head in the crook of Jason's neck. "Jay Jay..." The elder hummed, feeling the smaller hands tighten for a moment after. "Is Cat-rin gonna be mad at you again?"

Slowing for only a second, Jason scanned the area before looking at his brother. Danny was too smart for his age, and Jason knew it was because of their stupid 'parents'. "She's not gonna have the time to be mad at me..." He trailed off, the lump in his throat stopping him from saying anything else until they were already in front of the Library. Slipping through the door when a young adult couple was leaving, too distracted in their conversation to notice the two poor kids, they made their way to a small dusty nook.

The nook itself was filled with old books that most no one wanted to read, and the librarian who'd seen them reading there tended to leave them be. Setting Danny down, Jason held up a finger, turning to go get some better books from elsewhere. A small sneeze made him chuckle, knowing his little brother hated how dusty it was when they hadn't been back for a while. Slipping through the isles he got himself some bigger books, and a few picture books for Danny. He knew the kid would read one or two before asking for Jason to read him his books, so he'd started picking light-hearted stories or classics whenever the two came.

Making his way back and sitting down, Jason passed the smaller storybook about stars to his brother, watching Danny's expression almost glow at seeing it. At first, Jason let himself be absorbed in his own book, the only thing other than it he paid attention to being the gentle pressure that was Danny leaning against him. It was after a little while that Jason realized Danny hadn't started to bug him like usual. Looking over from his own book, he saw Danny staring at one of the pictures of a constellation.

"Do you wanna learn more about the stars?"

He'd jumped, but Danny had nodded after a moment. Something was bugging him, Jason could tell, but he wasn't about to push it. Instead, he smiled and grabbed one of the nearby books. It was a much older book, more of a journal really, but it held a bunch of sketches of the constellations. So the two sat there, whispering to one another in the privacy of the little nook. Jason was glad he knew some astrology, and Danny was so genuinely amazed, that he could ignore the lingering pain from old injuries that hadn't had time to heal.

Feeling a small tug, Jason looked toward Danny, frowning slightly when he saw small tears. "Jay Jay...are you gonna go somewhere?" He could feel the pit in his stomach knot even more at that, staring for a moment before a wobbly smile tried to cover his face.

"...What?"

A sniffle caused the smile to fall. "Danny, hey, buddy, I'm not going anywhere...I- I'm gonna find somewhere better for you though. Somewhere where you'll get to feel better and not be afraid." Looking down as Danny's small tears covered his face, he gently used his sleeve to wipe them away, knowing he would never have the heart to lie to him. "That's not gonna happen yet though...and when you have a nice home, I'll make sure to visit. We can read and look at constellations too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll do everything I can to try and keep that promise, alright?"

"Promises are hard to keep..."

Jason felt a sigh escape his lips, putting the book fully to the side and pulling Danny in for a hug. "They are...but just because they are doesn't mean that I won't try my best." Holding onto the younger, he felt the tears soak through the shirt on his chest, ignoring it. After Danny had stopped crying, he moved the boy back, hands on his shoulders. "If I can't keep my promise, you can get back at me." The small gasp from that made him laugh.

He seemed almost offended that Jason had said such a thing. "I don't wanna!" Jason tried not to laugh more, ruffling the younger's hair. "If you don't" —he was clearly thinking deeply about a suitable punishment— "then you have to help me." A proud smile formed on his face. With a slight smirk, Jason pulled the other back onto laying on his chest.

"Help ya with what?"

"With family."

It was quiet for a moment, Jason's fingers twitching for a moment before he started messing with Danny's hair. "How so little mans?" Danny seemed even more confused, pursing his lips as he kicked his feet some. Watching him with a small smile, Jason couldn't help but think this was the reason he'd survived so long. Danny was the one good thing in his life that had no strings attached. He was fine with that...but he needed Danny to be alright, even if it meant not being right there.

"You gotta help us have a BIIIIGGGG family. With more sib-a-lings!"

There was a snort from the older, ruffling Danny's hair. "You said it wrong you little dingus." Danny's own laughter erupted from him after a moment, swatting Jason's hand away. "But sure. If I break my promise, then I'll help you get a big and nice family." The toddler seemed to absolutely beam at that. "However! I still get to be the best brother-" Danny giggled at that, "and if anything is ever wrong you come to me, no matter what. Alright?"

With a happy nod, Danny's hair was once again ruffled up by Jason, the laughter filling up the small area they were in. Even when a few older ladies glanced over, not a word was spoken to the two. And when the librarian found both boys sleeping...well, if she gently readjusted the blanket they'd brought and let them sleep it was between her and the other librarians.

[cat-of-starlight]

Ok-

In the wake of the new Limbus Brainrot because Canto 4 ended, I've been seeing a certain... Dante related theory... making the rounds again and I wanted to post my thoughts about it.

Putting it under the cut for length reasons- No specific spoilers?, I just don't wanna blast people with the text wall lmao

I gotta say, I really hate the Dante = Ayin theory. Desperately.

Not any hate to the people theorizing- not like that, I just already have a deep hatred of [x person is actually y person]/Reincarnation/etc. theories.

Why, you may ask? Well, in the case of this theory specifically, I have three main reasons.

1 - The vibes of the two characters themselves

Important note, I actually like both characters. I know some people have A Lot to say about Ayin, and honestly so do I (Probably different things but yea), but I generally don't mind him as much as some other people seem to.

I also love Dante.

And Specifically, I'll say- I like them both for Incredibly Different Reasons. Different enough reasons that I feel that mixing the two would ruin them both. I mean sure, Dante CLEARLY has something going on in the memories they can't yet remember, but honestly? Ayin already had his arc. HAD his chance in the spotlight- a whole game of it. I wouldn't mind a cameo, or reason for him to be important in some way, but I'd be crushed if all the reasons I've come to love Dante were smothered by "oops all Ayin"

I feel like it would make it almost... Pointless? "Oh yea this character may have had their whole character arc, but surprise! They aren't REALLY their own person and are instead this dude who already had his character arc!"

2 - They/Them Dante Supremacy™

Now, considering that the meme They/Them Dante post that I made blew up and is now my most popular post on my blog, I think its safe to say where I stand on the Dante's Pronouns part of everything-

I think it would be kind of... dismissive of that to make "Oh yea they were they/them to hide their identity" Because uhhh. Their identity is already hidden. We can't see their face. Literally anyone could have their head taken, a clock replaced, and that outfit slapped on and it generally wouldn't matter-

I feel like it kind of would send the message of "They can only count as they/them because their everything is hidden and we can't tell anyway" which??? No??? Even once Dante's actual head gets revealed, if people start switching calling them to whatever gender they look the most like and the game still uses they/them I'm Going To Bite People.

3 - ??

The least plot relevant, and the most just vibe based is- I just kinda feel like this type of reveal in writing often kinda feels like a cop out? I mean, I'm sure there's probably a well done version of one of these, but I sure as hell haven't found it yet-

I mean, in a BIG city with TONS of characters, there is SO MUCH plot that a character can have, without needing to jump back to a character that they already have. Sure- Project Moon Protags often have a Big Reveal, and its often Shocking- but does it really need to be a rehashed reveal from the first game? "boo he's old news get new material" ya know?

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Anyway yea. I don't like the theory- Never have from the first time I saw a post about it.

If you like it, feel free to keep on with it- I don't mean this to say "If you theorize this, you suck" or anything, I just keep seeing it, and felt the desire to put my own two cents in~

But yea, keep on with it if you like it? Maybe tag it something specific and I'll just block the tag lmao