#I wont be a gifted child anymore

[stardynamite]

Guyssss I’m turning 18 next week which means that I’ll officially be older than Saiki in the show Saiki K 😩

I don’t wannaaaaaa gnnnnn

[vlvtrkii]

when you realise that it was not weird phase in your astrology not the winter depression not the academic flop year but some chemical permanent fucking hormonal problem in your brain

[anxiousnerdwritings]

The Malfoy clan makes a visit to see Dursley!Reader because Malfoy has become platonic yandere for reader because he saw how Harry sees them as a sibling so og plan was to have the reader admire him in an older sibling way but backfires and now adores reader as a little sibling. His parents just want to meet the muggleborn that their son wont shut up about. They become platonic yanderes over time and once meeting reader for real it seals the deal. They have a new child in the malfoy plan. Harry opens the door and damn near has a heart attack seeing his archenemy and his family at the door. Reader comes up behind Harry "Oh Draco! What a surprise! Its lovely to see you again, how has break been treating you thus far?" Oh and are these your parents?" Why its lovely to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, your son has been so gracious to me at Hogwart and has been a great friend! Mrs. Malfoy I love your dress! And Mr. Malfoy Draco tells me you work at the ministry I would love to ask you some questions regarding your work if that is alright?" And Harry is just standing there with a popped blood vessel in his eye and twitching trying not to flip the fuck out. The Dursleys are cowering but are trying to make small talk to be polite. Mrs. Malfoy is being a passive aggressive queen to Petunia "Oh, you must be having handful with two magical children and ONLY being a muggle with no magic it must be hard. Maybe reader can stay with us for a summer to catch up on learning about the world where reader BELONGS to." Mr. Malfoy is putting down Mr. Dursley and his company. "Drills? Why you muggles come up with such inventions and us Superior- I mean magicals are lucky to be gifted with our powers so everything is just so much easier, you must be overwhelmed with a magical child. Narcissa and I would be more than willing to give you a break for a summer and you could go back to being NORMAL." Mrs and Mr Dursley are fuming with them implying that they aren't suited to take care of their own child. Draco and Harry are glaring at each other and Dudley is just staring at these weird people trying to take his little sibling.

I really love the idea of some of the purebloods from Hogwarts and their families just dropping by the Dursley’s house unannounced to see the Reader and get an idea of the muggle family of theirs. Like, as disgusted and perplexed they all are they’re willing to push their prejudice down for a period of time, at least some of it, just for the Reader.

If the Reader were a Slytherin then it would be a lot easier for him to get to them with out Harry around or finding out, at least until he had the Marauders map in his possession. He could easily take on that older sibling role right from Harry if the Reader was a part of his house and in his presence more than Harry’s/the Golden Trio’s/the Weasley’s. He’d be able to monopolize them more than he could if they were in any other house. But I could see Draco reaching out to the Reader if they weren’t in his house through letters. He’d secretly write to them while at school and continue to write to them while at home.

At first, Lucius and Narcissa aren’t very tolerating of the muggle status of their son’s new friend, more Lucius then Narcissa really. Narcissa is honestly happy with the fact that Draco is as happy as he is with the Reader. She slowly doesn’t even consider their blood status anymore whenever they’re brought up. With as much as Draco talks about them and how much he wants them to become more of a prominent part of his life and eventually their family, Narcissa warms up to the idea of it. She feels like she may as well already know the Reader herself with how much Draco goes on and on about them and of course as a dutiful mother she’s always there to listen to him drone on.

Lucius is the one who takes a while to come around to the whole idea of not only interacting with a muggle but bringing one into their family as well. It doesn’t help but add to his frustrations when his wife eventually gets to a point of not acknowledging the Reader being a muggle whatsoever anymore. When he finally confronts his wife about her coming to have accepted this muggle already he’s hit with the most ridiculous response he’s ever heard leave his wife’s mouth; “If we don’t acknowledge it, it doesn’t exist.” How can they not acknowledge it?! They’ll be the laughing stock of the wizarding world, as well as the pureblood community. But eventually Lucius finds himself giving in and indulging both his wife and son, until he himself begins to stop acknowledging the little details and just thinking of the Reader as a soon to be part of the family.

Same as Draco, I could see Lucius and Narcissa eventually beginning to write the Reader themselves. It would start off small, them trying to get the Reader to warm up to them and build some trust before they start mentioning how lonely Draco truly is and how much their friendship means to Draco, how much closer he would like to become with the Reader, or how they should come over for visits during the holidays and spend some time with Draco. They’d also bring up how much they look forward to eventually meeting the Reader and having them at their home. I could definitely see Draco in his letters telling the Reader not to let Harry read any of their letters or find out about their correspondence/friendship. That it would only cause trouble, that Harry wouldn’t let them interact with each other anymore or ever again.

The fateful day that the Malfoy’s do make a visit to 4 Privet Drive, Harry about almost dies from shock on the spot. Once he fully processes that it is in fact Draco and Lucius Malfoy at his doorstep, Harry immediately slams the door in their faces or he would have if Lucius hadn’t used his cane to stop the door from closing. Draco totally saunters his way in, purposefully bumping shoulders with Harry when he does so and then his mother and father make their way in too, taking a moment to take in the decor of a muggle home (or rather lack thereof). The Reader is completely taken by surprise at the Malfoy’s visit but is happy to finally meet and spend some time with Draco, that is if Draco’s gotten them to warm up to and like him since he knows damn well that Harry and the Golden Trio have totally shit talked him to hell and back. Meanwhile, Harry is utterly at a loss, all he can do is glare daggers at Draco specifically but he tosses a glare in Lucius and Narcissa’s way once in awhile too.

Petunia, Vernon and Dudley are absolutely caught off guard by this unannounced, impromptu visit. Hell, they don’t even know these people or have heard about them before but here they are already in their home. Petunia especially feels the off vibes of the situation and one look at Harry’s reaction to the strangers in their home she knows something’s up. Although her youngest child seems pretty okay with it, but that doesn’t take away from the anxiety that runs through Petunia’s body. She can already tell that she’s not going to like these people one bit by the end of this visit.

Once the Reader’s parents are introduced, Narcissa and Lucius immediately put on their best fake smiles and compliments here and there, at least the best they can muster. They are trying to keep themselves in check to an extent, albeit they can’t help but to let their distaste show in some way, shape, or form. Given how out of the blue this is I definitely see each Dursley taking a respective Malfoy with them to pass some time while tea and snacks are being prepared or even lunch or dinner, whatever ever it may be. Lucius gets stuck sitting with Vernon talking about what each other does for a living and overall just trying to one up one another in their successfulness that Lucius ends up winning while totally laughing at and putting down Vernon. Narcissa ends up with Petunia in the kitchen helping put together whatever for everyone to enjoy, judging the fact that they don’t have a house elf to do this all for them and that things would have already been pre-prepped and made before company arrived. Narcissa would further judge Petunia in her upkeep of the home, basically anything that Petunia could take pride in as a housewife. Meanwhile, Dudley is left to awkwardly fourth-wheel Harry, Draco and the Reader. He’s very intimidated and extremely uncomfortable by the intensity radiating off both Harry and Draco as the two glare at each other with the Reader clueless between them.

As much as Lucius and Narcissa consider themselves having done pretty good with their interactions with the muggles compared to how they could have been, they are pretty taken aback by Petunia and Vernon’s animosity towards them when they bring up taking the Reader off their hands for their sake. Lucius and Narcissa try to make it sound like the best thing for the Reader; a new environment, a new family may just be the only thing for them to be successful in the magical world later on. Vernon and Petunia wouldn’t really want to rob their own child of something as important as that, would they? As much as Vernon and Petunia care about and love their child, they know damn well these people are no good and they certainly have no right to take their child away from them. Things start to heat up but Lucius and Narcissa keep themselves composed and leave when the Dursley’s demand they do, dragging a begrudging and upset Draco with them but this isn’t over. Petunia and Vernon have no idea who they’re dealing with.

Vernon gloats about forcing out that ‘freakish’ family from their home, but Petunia can’t help but to feel on edge and given how Harry seemed to be feeling the same, she knew she had every reason to be on edge. Sometime later on, Petunia would pull Harry aside and question him about these strange people. She would have done it sooner but there wasn’t much of a chance to while they all were here. And when Harry tells her about just who these people are and how powerful their family is in the wizarding world, Petunia is even more riddled with anxiety and worry for her precious child and what is going to come the family’s way now that they’ve had these people enter their lives.

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Came up with another half-baked au. Calling it the Baby On Board AU bc i like puns

So through some uncalled for magic POOF! Luffy is surround by children (like age 4?) that are part him and part different members of his crew. You heard me right. In a single moment the entire strawhat crew became teen parents. To these guys:

Im taking name suggestions for all babies! Here's the Zoro x Luffy baby

She is a Daddy's Girl through and through. Zoro was beyond awkward at first but she melted his heart within the hour. He doesnt feel complete unless hes got his swords on one hip and her on the other. Wanted her to be a perfect mix of Luffy and Zoro so she got Luffy's eyes, curly hair, and freckles and Zoro's hair color, eye color, and ability to nap constantly. You often find her and Zoro sleeping in the shade with her cuddled up on his chest. They are adorable but Zoro clearly has no idea what to do with her so she gets away with everything

Luffy x Nami baby!

Now this little boy is quiet and Nami didnt even get experience with children when she was a child so they mostly stare at each other in the beginning. I dont have anything for their story yet

Luffy x Usopp!

TROUBLEMAKER. She's inherited Luffy's fearlessness and Usopp has never been more stressed in his life. When she's not with her siblings she's with one of her dads. She's Usopp's little helper

Sanji's baby!

She is the light of Sanji's life he dotes on her so much. He only calls her "Princess" and "My Lady" and she has him wrapped around her itty bitty finger. Sanji loves playing with her hair and she likes to have fairy tea parties while he's prepping dinner. Sanji goes mother bear when she's out of his sight. He will wax poetry about her to anyone who will listen. Sanji is that parent that cant go two seconds without talking about their child. His arms are always loaded up with gifts for her. He has no shame doing girly-girl stuff with her

HA HA YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS IT

YOU WERE WRONG

Koby x Luffy!

Koby is still with the Marines so he takes her with him. She has Luffy's appetite and Koby knows in that moment she's half Luffy. Eventually Garp finds out and of course he has to visit his great grandbaby. Helempo (however you spell his name) is out here sweating bullets while Garp is becoming the doting grandpa of the century in front of the whole crew. Koby is also stressed as hell because he's still a cadet and now he's a dad and now the vice admiral is invested in his daughter and its all a lot. Also his only sorta-friend is avoiding the baby like she's the plague because he has no idea how to interact with her (and he's jealous. Koby wont bunk with him on cold nights anymore bc he's already bunking with the baby. How else is he suppose to sneak totally platonic cuddles?!)

[burnedwriter]

What type of lovers they are pt1.

A/n:i will be taking a small break and creating pt 2 so stay tuned!,i will step away from tumblr bc these last 2 days have been rough 2 of my posts have been community labelled,its only the dottore ones which makes me think that there is a hater out there that is reporting me,plz if you dont like my posts just scroll its not that hard

Warnings:smut,gentle s*x(kazuha),petnames(kazuha,kaeya),semipublic(kaeya),cockwarming(kaeya)breeding(childe),rough s*x(childe),breeding king,!afab reader

A,/n:im not responsible for what people read

🍁Kazuha

🍁kazuha is a romantic lover.He would write poems for you when he leaves for his travels,so you wont miss his presence while hes away.

🍁he will bring you small gifts and flowers from the places he has visited back home to you.

🍁if you really want to join him to his travels,though hesitant at first since hes concerned for your safety but he will accept you to join him.He cant say no when you look at him with those puppy eyes plus you wanted your life to become interesting than the boring one you are living right now.

nsfw

🍁hes really gentle with you showering you with kisses as hes exploring every inch of your body.He has memoriesed what you like and hat you dont during your time and knows exactly what to do to make you weak for him.

🍁he uses you as his muse and has wrote many poems about you,he will read them when he is alone so he can never forget your beauty.

🍁hes really gentle with you and will not be rough until you tell him to even then he would ask you if you are alright or need him to stop

🍁outdoors sex is very common for the both of you,you would usually go to picknicks far away from civilazation,and one thing always leads to another and now hes on top of you.

‘‘zuzu’‘you moaned as kazuha rolled his hips in a lazy pace

‘‘you are doing amazing my muse,let me hear your voice’‘kazuha praised you,continuing his slow pace

it was true this place was far away from any city in inazuma,you didnt have to wory about your moans being too loud because now it was only you and him

‘‘please zuzu,can you go faster~’‘you whined getting impatient from his gentle pace

‘‘anything for you my muse’‘

❄Kaeya

❄Due to his work being the calvary captain,hes constantly busy but that doesnt mean he doesnt invite you to his office and keep him company while hes doing his paper work

❄he will set up dates to make up for it though it would usually be at the tavern,both of you will drink and have fun

❄he has opened up about his childhood,talking about the big fight between him and diluc and how it affected him both physicly and mentally over the years.You are the only one that has seen whats under the eyepatch and what his eye looks like from that day

nsfw

❄he loves teasing you all the time,whispering dirty things in your ear before leaving for work,making you wanting more.He loves seeing you desperate for him to touch you.

❄Quickies are very common between the 2 of you,as i said before hes a very busy person due to his work,but he will try to make time so you can both take your time and enjoy it

❄he loves fucking you in his office.The feeling of getting caught turns him on.

‘‘kaeya we are going to get caught’‘you whispered

his hand on your hips keeping you from squarming on his lap as he continued his conversation with jean like you werent sitting on his cock,you tried your best not to loose your mind,wanting to move your hips to get some friction.

‘‘are you ok?’‘Jean asked concerned as she saw your face  turn red as a tomato.

‘‘yeah im fine,dont worry about me Jean’‘you replied cearing your throat trying not to look suspicious

‘‘are you sure  sweetheart?~’‘he teased you,a small smirk started to appear at the corner of his mouth.

You bit your buttom lip trying to capture any monas that might escape from your lips as kaeya tried to readjust his position,his cock brushing off of your sweetspot.

‘‘wont bother you anymore,please take some rest’‘Jean said to you before getting up from her seat and walked towards the door,leaving the room.

Waiting for her to be far away from kaeya’s office,as you finally got to move,you started moving up and down his cock.Kaeya leaned back and spread his legs, you were able to use them to balance yourself

‘‘ang~,you are an impatient little thing arent you’‘‘he groan as you continued to bounce up and down chasing your orgasm.

‘‘fuck~kaeya~’‘you let out a low moan trying not to attact any attention from the guards

‘‘you are doing amazing sweetheart,let me help you a bit’‘he said holding your hips firmly fastening up your pace.

‘‘im close~’‘

With one last bounce,you felt your walls squeezed his cock practicly milking him as you finally achieved your long awaited climax.

🐋tartaglia/childe

🐋ajax is  a loyal lover

🐋he has discussed with you from the start that he wants to start a big family just like his and he would spoil them with his harbinger money 100%

🐋He doesnt want you to get involved with his work,since he doesnt want you to get hurt or even worst...get killed he cares so much about you it would absoloutly break him if something ever happened to you and wont stop blaming himself about not being able to protect you.

🐋Just like kazuha he brings you gift from the places he travels but th difference is that its expensive or exclusive jewelry he would find in nations

nsfw

🐋When it comes to fucking you,hes rough.This man thinks the bedroom is also a battlefield.Prepare to wake up the next morning with bruses and hickeys all over your body.

🐋Speaking of hickeys he will leave them to places that are visible such as your neck and/or collarbone to show who you belong to.He would also leave some hickeys in places only he can see like your inner things and chest.

🐋This man has a breeding kink,you cant tell me he doesnt.He want you to start a family together afterall and he will make sure to fill you up to the brim.

‘‘fuck your cunt is milking my cock’‘he groaned loudly as he fucked you mercilesly

your legs pressed at the either sides of your head as you laid back on his chest,with this position he was able to reach deeper than the previous ones.

‘‘Ah~Ajax~’‘you whimpered throwing your head back on his shoulder

‘‘fuck im close, i w-want you to take to take every ast bit of my cum ~’‘he breathed out not stopping his brutal pace.

‘‘Ah~,YES YES!’‘you screamed,holding onto the bedsheets for dear life as you feel your eyes rolling at the back of your head.Both of you reaching your climax,you could feel his seed insideyou filling you up

‘‘i wont pull out until i know you are full’‘

[rzyraffek]

Fallout4 characters with teen!sole

Bestie you are litteraly describing one of my oc's! Of course its purley platonic😊 teen!sole is also from valut and was in fidge for last 200years. I refer to them as 'kid' bcs thats how some of characters would probably treat them anyways. Also its a screenshot vuz I accidentally deleted the ask and luckily had some sort of proof

Maccready

The only guy here with any expirence with kids

Dad vibe

Type of guy who says "We need to cut it off" after Sole tells him their hand hurts

Will teach them how to shoot, hunt ect

Also scold them every time they talk with any shady people??? Like he really doesnt want them to end up like him with whole 'gunners incident'

He thinks that Sole would get along with Duncan well!

If Sole calls him 'dad' mans gotta be so happy

Deacon

Secretly worried about their saftey, like Commonwealth is dangerous place for trained adults, and for kids ESPECIALLY ones who have no knowlage about defence or weapons

But he never shows his worries, just hangs around being cool dude he is😎😎

Rich cousin/uncle vibe

You like this cool hat you saw like week ago? Boom see it apear inside your closed 2days later

His love language (quick remidner that love also can be platonic🙄😎) is giving them little gifts when they don't see him or leaving notes with remiders on them ^^

Quick reminder that he and his wife wanted to have kids! So yeah Sole makes him wonder if thats how it feels to have kids tbh

If Sole calls him 'dad' bro will freeze and panic, probably pretending that he thought that was a joke but he's sweating so hard rn

Hancock

Wtf a child? Here?

Bestie you really shouldn't be here

If Sole is in this cringy teen phase when they do drugs/cigarettes, watch him say stuff like "drugs=bad" meanwhile taking some mentats

Your friendly local drug dealer vibe

Dude gonna teach them how to manipulate assholes, trow knifes, gaslight and still look stylish

If Sole ever tells him about their parents he will be angry, like ??? Why would anyone do anything to a kid???

He will litteraly pay fahrenheit to watch them when he's busy

Preson

"Fire, pretty sky and a lot of storytelling in middle of nowhere" vibe

Im 100% sure he knows how to play on guitar and will try to teach them

He will try to act mature and lead them to the right path but he won't try to be their "new perent" unless Sole is clear that they see him as father figure, he will never even bring this up.

When they call him 'dad' mans will be the happiest minuteman in history. Also if kid will even mention their past caretakers he will just tell them to forget about them cuz they aren't coming back and they are never going to hurt Sole anymore

Gage

How on earth some kid killed Colter? No one knows but Gage is impressed.

He gets annoyed by lack of knowlage and skills, ye ye he gets that they are like 13 or something but come on hes not going to do anything for them. Huh what do you mean you are from valut? Before the war?? Damn kid and im happy to be alive. Stop lying

*sighs* "jesus boss let me do it"

Older brother vibes.

"How many times i have to tell you, dont hang out with pack members they have bad influence on you AND do not even think about going near Nisha"

He needs to learn ALOT he dumped his family and even if he had younger siblings he never really took care of anyone, never, so yeah it is challenging

If Sole somehow calls him 'dad' they were probably incredibly tired or something very emotional happened. No matter how it happend Gage will ignore it and later overthink when Sole wont be around, like ??? Me??? Gee what kind of parental figure this kid had?? Should I check on them more often??

Danse

Uhh erm a child ee greeting?

Akward

At first he sees Sole as lil civilan and just tells them where to find nearest safe place/diamond city cuz hes very very busy and cant take care of child while on duty. If kid hangs around more he will probably warm up

Of course he will ask about their parents but when Sole tells him some upsetting stuff he won't ask again, he won't tell them to go home either. He will just idk let them vibe

I can imagine Sole just tagging along his missions by just begging him to hang out with them constantly. They quickly get along. Very lonley soldier and kid who lost everyone.

One of those 'depressed dude adopts random child he found in middle of knowhere' prompt

When Sole calls him 'dad' he gonna get emotional fr fr pls civilan he's on duty he cant cry rn 😭

Yall I loved writting for gage i might do part 2 with Gage just trying to figure out how kids work. Also another pole cuz I still have no clue how to delete those on phone. And as always, I used x reader tags ONLY to reach bigger audience 🦊

[catgumi]

Sinking deeper. Ebbing black, all around the edges of his vision, lungs pooling shadows so dense he was coughing them up in all the breaths he was dying to take. It was okay. It was okay if this was how it all ended. It didn't matter anymore. Megumi had never been strong, never been right for this world and the name he had been born into, he knew it was bound to happen eventually. Another cog amongst cogs, no autonomy, forced to move teeth against teeth, by the hand turning the wheel. He found solace in the goodness of good people, in the way they illuminated everything for him. All he wanted was to protect that light. In the end he had failed again.

And again.

Tsumiki was dead.

And again.

Yuuji would never be the same.

And again.

It was all his fault, everything was his fault and he couldn't take it anymore. Tenebrosity, in stretches far and near from where he drowned. A void beneath his fingers, no ground under his feet. Floating in a hell absent of fire, so dark and cold. This was the place he had made for himself. The home he'd carved out years ago when the longing for someone or at least something had driven him mad.

He closed his eyes, let it flood his being — this isolation inside the walls he'd created.

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“-gumi! Megumi!”

His eyes shot open, following the jolt of consciousness to his body. Warm, warm hands on his shoulders, shaking him as Megumi's entire world spun. Gasping, shuddering, sweat and tears, he was trembling in all his entirety, starting from the marrow of his bones.

Yuuji let out a sigh of relief, hands gliding up, pulling his numb form closer into a hug. “You scared me for a second there, Megs. Bad dream?”

Oh.

Is that all it was? A bad dream?

Megumi's hands twisted in the fabric of Yuuji's shirt. It lifted slightly, exposing skin long marred beyond the point of repair. There was Yuuji's face, smiling at him with scars he would never be able to rid himself of. Light that blinded him irrevocably, that stung instead of soothed, because Yuuji now was different than when Megumi had first met him. Yuuji had nothing left, and it was all his fault, because Megumi had taken it all away from him.

“Hey, hey,” his voice was gentle, and he cradled Megumi close, arm thrown over his shoulder to stop the violent quivers wracking through his frame, “it's okay, everything's fine.”

It wasn't. Megumi knew it wasn't, Yuuji must've known that he knew. Still, he consoled him like how you would a child. Still, he stayed and held him like no one had done before. Megumi did not deserve it. He did not deserve this kindness, this care, from someone good that he had ruined forever. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from leaning close, and clutching onto Yuuji and crying in his arms, because this was it. Clinging to it — lifelines in sunlight and scabs — a sinner and his redemption.

This was all he had craved.

“Don't-” Megumi rasped, “it's enough. I've had-”

“We'll make it through tonight.” Yuuji interrupted him. Hand in his hair, stroking gently. Giving him love he was unworthy of, that he wanted to run from because he could not hold it in the hands that had destroyed everything to begin with. He tried again, to tell Yuuji it was okay to leave him. To let him die like everyone else did. Abandon him, with or without reason. Yuuji shushed him gently, instead. “That's all we have to do, Megumi. I'm here. Please. Let's make it through tonight.”

Megumi went limp. Again, he was giving up. Just for tonight, he wanted to sink into this embrace.

(okay, the last one wasn't hurt/comfort, but you can have this one which technically is supposed to be,, 🤧 from a different fic but i hope it's a substantial apology for whatever happened to yuuji in the last one😭 thank you again for your insanely sweet words!! one day ill let one of my fics out of the cage, hopefully😔)

i wont accept ur apology for brutalizing yuji however im gna take this as a gift all the same🙏🙏 tgis is genuinely beautiful omg.u write megumi so well im in awe.,,. ur dialogue skills r genuinely incredible n ur writing style is sopoetic im sobbing . idont even know who u are but ur one of my fav jjk writers by far

[tea-132]

[CINDERELLA BOY BEACH BOY ARC SPOILERS !!!!!]

(Pls turn away if you havent read the recent beachboy arc (ep 31))

A little self indulgent fic/prediction i think will happen in the next episode

Now i dont usually write fics like this and preffer to illustrate more but if i illustrate this whole thing its gona take a whole while so :,))

Anyways its sort of my first time posting a short fic like this, i didnt really have a structure or anything so pls go easy on me :,)

(though constructive critiscm is welcomed)

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They were getting along just fine before so why did things have to end up this way?

Maybe Buddy was right- maybe he was too innocent and trusting

But he really did want to give Buddy a chance. But he definitely blew it.

That jerk.

He really thinks he can act all smug after doing that saying "he taught him a lesson". Heh maybe that kick will teach *him* a lesson.

This story will end soon anyway when Deacon gets here. Hah wonder if he can even leave Buddy on the island alone. Thats what he gets for betraying his trust-

Yet- that face Buddy had- maybe he actually regrets it?

What if he's being forced by the ex libris to do this?

Oh well doesn't matter

Its not his problem-

He has his own problems to worry about-

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Wonder when Deacon will come? And wonder how he's holding up? Probably better than Chase is doing at the moment..

Chase laid his face on his palm as the tropical island breeze and gentle sway of the waves soothed his heart a bit. His eyes felt dry after all the crying, not only is he going to come to Deacon with a scarred face, but also a puffed up one.

That'll be embarassing. This is all Buddy's fault..

Speaking of Buddy for some reason Chase swore he saw something move just now. Oh no not him again.

With his voice a bit shaky he answered with a crack in his voice "What the heck do you want now? ...jerk."

Buddy just stood there still with the spear in his hand. His bangs slightly concealed his eyes but it wasnt too hard to figure out the grim expression on his face.

Then he got closer to Chase raising his spear.

"H-hey!! Dont you think you damaged my skin enough?! Back off Buddy!" (Do you want another kick to your face or wha 💀)

With no time to run all he could do is shield himself with his arms and close his eyes.

*Thunk*

"Huh?" He felt around and didnt feel like he got stabbed anywhere... then..?

"Here."

He saw green but then his vision focused. Buddy was quite literally shoving a coconut in his face.

"... you can have it.. if you want." He said in a quiet subtle tone. Looking away, as if a child was trying to give some sort of "apology gift".

Chase looked at Buddy with wide eyes, bewildered at the goth's actions once again.

As much as he wanted to deny the coconut from this jerk. He just cant pass up the oppurtunity for a free, finally opened coconut he's been trying to get all this time.

"....thanks" Chase takes the coconut from his hands.

And Buddy hesitantly sits next to him.

"Dont think a coconut can fix the scar on my face you know?" He said in an angry tone

"You know when you get out of the books the scar wont be there anymore right?"

"Yeah but it still hurts you jerk!"

Then there was silence between the two again. Chase angrily but obviously enjoying his coconut.

Then Buddy says something about his lore and it goes on from there jdbdjdbdj

Ok thats all the predictions i have for now 😭 i dont think im gona finish this unless i get more ideas or smth 😭

But tysm for reading till the end! Jsbdj hope you guys enjoyed this lil thing i did

Dunno if im gona do more of these but who knows- ill most likely do more drawings though-

[straw-hat-steph]

How I feel about WHO ??

Sebastian X GN Farmer - (dialogue heavy) one shot

Just over 800 words

The idea for this came from completing Leah’s six heart event in an attempt to be friends with everyone on my save file. You can mentally swap out Sebastian for another partner if you want! (as long as it isn’t Leah of course)

“Someone just knocked on the door !”

“Okay dont worry I’ll get it”

Half putting on their boots and half stumbling, y/n makes it to the front door. It’s not unusual for someone to be here during this time, offering seeds or stray pets but it's still exciting nonetheless, especially considering the farmer has been making an effort to become friends with more people in town.

“Oh Leah ! Hi” y/n said once they opened the door, surprised to see a new friend

“Hello y/n, beautiful day isnt it ? i hope its not too early but i have brought you a gift”

On the other side of the door, Sebastian’s interest is peaked, he picks up a fussing baby from the floor and slowly walks towards the entrance of the house.

“It’s a sculpture I’ve been working on, just for you” Leah explained, earning very different looks of shock and awe from both the farmer and Sebastian.

Y/n reaches out for the sculpture and places it delicately on the porch beside them.

“It’s called… ‘How i feel about y/n’. I hope you like it” the artist continues.

“It’s amazing Leah thank you so much but you didn't have to”

“Oh don't worry about it! You’ve been so nice to me lately, bringing me salads and bottles of wine from your farm. It’s a way of me repaying you”

“Well you didnt have to but thank you so much, I’ll have to find the perfect spot for it”

Y/n briefly looked round to see their husband looking at them from the kitchen with a puzzled look on their face.

“Okay well I wont keep you for any longer. Are you coming to the stardrop tonight ?”

“Yes I am! I have some diamonds and oranges that I need to give to Gus” Y/n exclaimed, happy that someone reminded them of their to-do list

“Okay?” Leah said, now sharing the same confused look as Sebastian “Well I’ll be sat at my regular table, I dont think Elliot is joining me anymore so it will be nice to have some company”

“Oh of course I’ll come over and say hello” the farmer smiled, excited to be making friends outside of their husband and his band mates.

After saying goodbye, y/n watches as Leah maneuvers around the various barns and coops before heading back down the path towards cindersap forest. They bring in the piece of art and look at their husband.

“That was nice of them-“

“How I feel about WHO?!” Sebastian shouted, a smile creeping onto their face, leaning on the kitchen counters like an angry parent.

Y/n pretends to tuck a piece of hair behind their ear before putting the piece down and walking up to Sebastian with outstretched arms.

“If you’re cheating on me you can just say so” He playfully bats the farmer away.

“Oh my god stop being so dramatic”

“No I mean it! I mean I would have to figure out how to get the kids’ beds in my moms basement but we would remain civil. As a child of divorce I understand completely”

“Please shut up she was just being nice”

Sebastian pulls the farmer in close, their faces even closer.

“We’re married with two kids and I’ve never made you a piece of art”

“Well maybe you should”

“Have you met my mum ?? Wood carving skills are in my genes”

“And yet here i am … artless”

Sebastian tips back his head and laughs. Y/n is so glad he’s not the jealous type.

“I guess after all this time, I didn’t realise I had competition”

“You got too comfortable then. My life is like a dating sim these days”

Y/n moves out of Sebastian’s arms and walks away, trying to carry on with whatever was happening before Leah showed up. Sebastian followed them anyway.

“Oh really?” He questioned, still smiling “tell me what else i have to compete with”

“Well … Elliot dedicated his new book to me”

Sebastian acts as if he’s been shot and stumbles slightly, making Y/n laugh this time

“And Shane let me meet his chickens”

He pretends to be shot in a different part of his body. Sometimes you wonder if anyone else sees how much of an idiot he really is.

“I can’t believe Shane showed you his c-“

“Chickens!” Y/n shouts while finally stepping out of the farmhouse door.

“I cant believe I’m in this house, raising our children and you’re flirting with all of Pelican Town!”

“But you’re the one I married” Y/n laughs “I guess something about the motorbike and board games put you above the rest”

“Good” he smiles before standing on his usual spot on the porch, watching their partner throw themselves into their work. It’s times like this when he thinks about how close he was to leaving this whole town and life behind.

BONUS:

“You’ve been staring at it for hours”

“I cant tell what its supposed to be”

“It’s how they feel about me”

“It’s weird”

“It’s art”

did you like it ?? you can find more here !!

[everythingsinred]

lil musing on natsume + manga

anyway im not mad at the world anymore. i choose peace! let's talk about natsume's manga for two seconds bc i realized just now that @crimoncitrus , @thesightofworms, and i discovered the reason why natsume reads yaoi while we were playing the ga karuta game and i never reported those findings!

its just cuz rui and nobara like yaoi so theres a lot of that particular reading material in the da. natsume loves to read manga so. he makes do with whats around... i love that explanation SO MUCH bc it gives a new dimension to the da class dynamics. natsume hates those two people but is willing to swipe the books they bring to class lmao.

personally i think that explains why he reads so many random things, yaoi aside. he reads sanrio catalogs and books on jam and cooking. idk boy's a bookworm! he'll take anything as long as he can read. kinda like how as a child, if i was visiting my grandparents in serbia i'd end up looking through encyclopedias and shitty mystery novels i probably wouldnt rly consider otherwise bc its all that was available. natsume just reads anything, i guess.

including mikan's anger at mochu here as further evidence that he was able to give a really good gift! in the tokyopop she even accuses mochu of cheating...

for natsume's bday, mochu got him "manga he really wanted to read" and natsume looked as visibly excited as natsume ever lets himself be, probably bc hes happy to be able to read smth he wants rather than whatevers laying around. i know our boy's a special star and probably has plenty of money to fund a manga collection, but he doesnt seem to enjoy going to central town any of the times we see him there and he's usually just eager to leave asap so i dont think he makes a habit of going out of his way to buy manga. plus, i imagine mochu's huge haul for him took time and care that natsume wasn't willing to put in for himself. but mochu cares abt natsume so was willing to painstakingly search for his friend's favorite titles.

i know he usually uses manga to cover his face in class, but that's because he's tired and sick and needs rest. the glimpses we have of his bedroom suggest he reads manga there...

look at those books!

anyway rip to natsume bc his laziness wins over his desire to read something he actually enjoys everytime.

also for some reason despite the fact that i dont rly watch a lot of shounen, i wont be moved on my headcanon that natsume would. my reasoning is.... because.

[niredsw]

so uhhh im bored af and i feel like i should make people know about this not that i think anyone cares about my life but here ya go rin lore everyone!

TW: mention of abuse, rape, and a lot of religious trauma

i apologize for the spelling mistakes from the start, i wont care about them rn

so yeah, lets start with my parents

mom: she grew up in a toxic abusive religious household where my grandpa was rarely home, she was the middle child of 4 siblings (the smallest ones are twins) and was literally the 'only good child of the pack'. my big aunt cant even take care of herself and she has 2 chlidren, she recently divorced her husband and is on the way of becoming an alcoholic. my uncle was praised by my grandma his entire life because he is 'the only son' and is nothing but a spoiled brat whos children are also problematic af. my little aunt is the only one i love and she has a daughter (deniz, my fav cousin) and an adopted daughter from her husbands ex-marriage, shes sweet and i dont believe how she survived in that family.

grandma, shes the worst. one day mom and her sibling were all in my big aunts house and i was sitting with them, they talked about how grandma beat them up daily because of the smallest things, the clothes she hang up to dry didnt dry on time? she beat up one of her kids (not my uncle, if i may add) i was terrified when i heard that about her and im not seeing her the same anymore. mom got married at 21 just to escape from that house and she ended up being the only child thats living in the same city as grandma. grandma also manipulated me my whole childhood, telling me i should be a good muslim and get hijabed at 12 when i first got my period, teaching me things most muslim people didnt even know their whole life when i was only 7, telling me men are always right and i should just obey what they say yada yada ya, she still treats me like her personal servant and keeps telling thing like "you look like a whore in that shorts" and shit, idc anymore but growing up with it is not very helpful tbh

so, mom beating me up when shes angry is not because shes abusive, its the only way she learned and shes not strong enough to break the cycle, so dont get angry at her its not her fault

dad: tbh i dont know if dad had gone throught anything like mom but his family is full of relative marriages and his uncle (whos 64) has a child as my age, she went to a mental asylum because of her father and just got out a few days ago, if i may add, his uncles suck but my grandma is the only normal one (and the only, oldest girl) among 5 siblings so i think thats pretty lucky, but growing up in a neighbourhood full of those kind of people definitely affected him and it shows over the years

yea well now its my time i guess

i was a bad child. i did some bad things. i swear i did it all for fun and it meant nothing

OKAY sorry sorry this is not it im not jojo siwa in a disguise (or i am?)

so, i had a pretty good childhood, if you ignore all of these things;

my family went in a hella dept because of my uncle (i told you hes a piece of shit) and we were always very careful with money, my parents tried to make it up to me and my sis with a lot of things but it did affected us

i dont know how we ended up in that debt but we sold our house and coffe shop so we could pay it, i was 8 when it all happened and i dont really remember most of it

my voice thingy and all of those health problems, i lose my hearing from time to time, have a genetical heart disease thingy, yada yada ya i am not gonna list all of them, lets just say after i was 6 i knew everyone in that hospital i was going practically 3 times a week

also i was the top student in primary school, the first one to learn how to read in my class and was practically a gifted child before i burn out but i dont care about that shit anymore im already a pretty big failure

then, we moved to my current city

4th grade was shit, my teacher didnt even care about her students, it was so easy to eb the top of my class but that school was really shitty, a pedophile teacher, who tried to rape and would do if i didnt kick his balls, a psycho kid in my sis's class that was sent to kids jail in 2nd grade, basically, shithole.

then i won a scholarship from my current school and i've been there for 5 years now, gonna start my 2nd year of highschool in a few weeks

i dont talk about middle school because that shit was crazy but also pretty boring at the same time, so yeah i think thats the rin lore? idk? nobody needs to amswer or say anything i just wanted to share it here so i dont have to explain it every time something bad happens to me

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Okay so I’ve read almost every single on of your work and dear god. You have a gift 😭. okay so a lot of your tropes are pretty straight forward on the Steve and Bucky dynamics. But have you ever like thought of the trope of nomad style Steve Rogers and winter solider style Bucky (in my opinion the most intimidating looks they had). But the point is I’m a absolute sucker for a subby sensitive Steve Rogers, but he doesn’t realize it himself until Bucky comes around and it’s the first time like in a fight he could actually lose ya know? Then Bucky comes along and it’s all confusing for his poor head he doesn’t understand what’s happening. He’s a grown man, sporting a beard and 7 feet of muscle and he’s being held by the balls by his best guy. The need to fuck Bucky and be fucked by him.

Aw, I'm glad you've enjoyed my fics!!

And yes yes YES

This Stucky-

They give me HUGE two tops with major sexual tension having to figure out who is actually gonna be the top because they both can't be. Kind of like in the fic-

"Stark Naked: Captain XXX and the Soldier" by thepinupchemist

Anyway, fic rec aside, let me tell you, anon, this has been in my drafts forever because 1. I really really like this idea and have been waiting for an actual idea about it to come to me as opposed to just shouting FUCK YEAH I LOVE THIS PAIRING and that being it and 2. I've been busy with school as I'm sure you're all tired of hearing about by now.

But an idea-!

*warning for gun & metal arm kink

Okay, so, I think these two fucking huge hunks would meet in a modern AU.

A modern-ish AU in which Steve isn't Captain America anymore (Sam is instead) but he's not retired either, he's just nomad.

Steve's technically still an Avenger in that he avenges, but he's not really a part of the team anymore (unless Nat or Sam calls him in for back up, he'll follow them both until the day God lets him finally die). He's rough around the edges. He's nomad. Cruising around on a beat up motorcycle, holding onto the thing with bruised knuckles clutching at the handlebar, an ancient, dusty leather jacket is thrown over his broad, intimidating shoulders so long as it's not too hot outside, leaving him in only a t-shirt old enough that the color has worn out and the seams are coming apart and torn up dark denim jeans. He's got a hairy chest and hairy forearms and beard with hair long enough that curls around his ears.

Steve is just fucking done with all the bullshit that's been thrown at him.

He plays by his own rules now, he takes no shit. I mean, his own rules are still moral and pure-hearted but, his body is no longer sanctioned government property.

He is no one's poster child any longer.

No one owns Steve.

James, aka, The Winter Soldier might be able to own him...

James might be able to own him with just a look and a quirk of that smart mouth or, hell, he could own him with even less than that too because James walks into Steve's life with this cocky swagger.

This swagger that drips off of The Winter Soldier intoxicatingly. His hips move sinfully whenever he walks and his thighs look so thick and strong all the time, making Steve impulsively clench his jaw when looking at James as if he can't stand the man.

Either way, Steve always has to tear his eyes away from James and all that black leather, re-calibrating silver metal, and dark hair. It takes so much effort to focus elsewhere and it is made even worse by the way James smirks at him every time he sees Steve glance his way. (Even if it's in the middle of a battle because he's apparently a fucking reckless daredevil with the most handsome face and he wont hold back from flirting as chaos rains around them.) And James always sees his sneaking stares. He sees fucking everything. He's a goddamn sniper.

James is a sniper that was captured as a young military man, trained under HYDRA's control, and then an escaped prisoner turned contract killer. A ghost story no one saw coming; a story is not unlike Natasha's, so it's no wonder they get along. It's no wonder Natasha thinks he's wonderful and smiles at Steve like a fox when asking him if he's finally ready for a little bit of metal? She's not talking about a lip piercing this time. Not a piercing of any kind, or... at least not any Steve can see *gulp*

Overall though, James is a fucking bastard.

He's cocky, brash, and every other word for confident too. Just as he should be because goddamn. James has cheekbones sharp and high. James has a jaw square and somehow always perfectly rough with stubble. And James has eyes like smoke that fall on Steve and seem to smolder even though he never makes an actual move beyond teasing.

The way he talks circles around Steve with that charming, pink mouth makes Steve feel like a mouse being played with by a cat. He feels like he's under a predators paw, being played with in a good way, for the first time in his life.

Steve fucking loves it, or- no.

He hates it.

He-

He isn't sure how he feels about it to be honest. He knows something about James does something to him. It strikes a cord inside of him all of the time, but especially when James licks his lips while staring in his direction. Especially when he asks if he'd like a sparr sometime, cocksure in his drawl, saying Sam hasn't ever won despite what he claims. Especially when... okay, maybe especially everything about the man.

It -all of him - does something to Steve. Something intense and smoldering and whatever it is, it makes Steve glad he doesn't have to see him every day. It'd be bad for Steve, he's sure of it. Steve doesn't know what would happen to him, but he knows it wouldn't be good for his rational thinking.

And, yeah, Steve doesn't often work with James. These days Natasha's path and even Sam's path are both much different to his own. James, as The Winter Soldier, seems to happily follow Natalia into whatever must be done while he outwardly growls and bickers with Sam but goes to save his hide. (Steve gets the impression that Bucky doesn't actually mind Sam that much though somehow. There's something about them. He knows Sam is having a good time, ripping into the stoic sniper and he suspects Bucky feels the same towards Sam even if he'll never tell.) But...

When Steve does have to work with him with Natasha at their side...

Steve is in hell.

He is in fucking hell waiting for Natasha to come back to their safe house after venturing out, covertly (she'll be the best at not blowing their deep cover), because at least then he will have something to focus on but James. Alone with the other man and unable to draw himself away, not that he could get far in the small safe house.

James who had started the evening by showering then showing back up in the communal living space where Steve had been hanging out, pretending to watch TV, in nothing but grey sweatpants. Steve has a heightened metabolism but he could subsist on the feast of James' thighs alone and that's not even to mention the soft yet still heavy dick print in said grey sweats 🥴. James wasn't just in grey sweats though... he also had forced his huge shoulders and thick chest and big arms and abs into an unbearably tight white t-shirt post shower. A white t-shirt that's gone transparent around his shoulders from the dampness of his long hair, left down to air-dry, only pushed back out of his face, not otherwise styled but still showing off his unreal facial structure.

But. Somehow.

Somehow, that's not even the worst of Steve's torture. No. The worst is everything that followed seeing James stripped down, left bare of any tac gear, exposed and vulnerable yet still so... so impressive. Prowling about the safe house like a panther. Stalking off into the bedroom and returning to living room with two bags of supplies and his rifle. One bag he sets aside for now. The other, he grabs and unzips, pulling out various tools that Steve recognizes as used for firearm cleaning. And that's almost the worst part, over seeing James in such... fantastic clothes.

Firearms are too loud for Steve to comfortably use (a downside to super-hearing) but the effect of seeing James begin to unload, disassemble, wipe down, insert brushes into the barrel, wipe down again, lube, then stroke lube and gun oil into the weapon, well, it's not comfortable for Steve either.

But.

It's the opposite kind of uncomfortable that hearing a gun firing is for Steve. It's not blindingly, painfully loud in the room. Instead, it's silent other than the pounding of Steve's heart in his ears. His pants are too tight, restricting the painful swelling of his thick cock. Still, his eyes can't do anything but chase James' hands- inappropriate as it is. Completely enthralled by watching the sniper handle his weapon where he's propped it up between his spread legs.

He's so... graceful.

He's clearly done this a million times. Systematically taking it apart and cleaning all the parts then putting them right back together. The light shines off of the clean metal of the gun as well as off of his metal fingers. His flesh and blood hand has gun oil dripping down his thick, lengthy fingers. Steve inhales sharply, hoping his blush is at least somewhat contained by his beard.

Again though, that's not even the worst thing to happen that night. Just them. Alone in the safe house. A gun, dangerous and imposing between James legs like Steve can only imagine other... things... of his are.

The worst?

Oh, that's easily watching James set aside his weapon and the corresponding tools to clean and maintain it in favor of reaching for the second bag which holds highly specialized brushes, sprays, and towels that are used for cleaning his metal arm. Witnessing the other man clean his arm is horrible.

His eyebrows set into a serious line, his lower lip gets caught between his teeth, and he keeos quietly grunting as he digs into the grooves and flexes his fingers and forces the metal plates to recalibrate.

Steve whimpers. A noise in all his years he's never heard himself make. He can't help it though. Not when the compulsion to melt off the recliner he had been spread out in, his forgotten beer in hand (rather watching James with heavy eyelids), and instead sit at his feet, mouth closed needly around those fingers to lick the wet, glistening oil off of his smooth, heavy, metal fingers is so strong that it feels like a ton of bricks hitting him over the back of the head.

James looks up, shoving a brush a little bit deeper between the groove in his arm at the perfect time to make himself groan and curl his fingers in a seemingly convulsive but no less arousing way than if it'd been practiced. His smoke grey eyes are dark. He raises a confident eyebrow, silently asking a question that raises an answer in Steve he himself wasn't aware of before James forced it out of him.

You finally had enough teasing, Stevie?

Yes.

Bonus: this fucking MOMENT

(Apologies for the shitty gif of said moment I know there are better ones out there, I just couldn't find one right now, so I made one real quick on my phone haha)

[un-favoredprotag]

why hello there you. i come bearing a gift! you wont like it :3

( with the power of anon magic, you're suddenly a child. youre still mentally yourself youre just like a 10yo right now. have fun with that. it'll wear off in like 5 asks or so. )

- 🌼🐈‍⬛

>[You lay there on the floor, alot smaller than expected, you feel comfortable .... but your also so small that your clothes probably dont fit you anymore...]

[cogbreath]

not a vent but it is a ramble of personal things but

im seriously so so like... shocked idk. i didnt expect this to happen. it seems like its really gonna happen. but im nervous. theres been times before where it was like. my mom was talking about how he might not be allowed 2 live here anymore and i was so hyped but then nothing came of it. i cant have that happen again. im 21 years old man. and i dont have a life because of the shit living arrangements we have going on bc of him. if hes really fed up and leaving this is gonnabe so fucking huge.......... like i said before i want his room so i can expand my waifu shrines 😈 ... lol. im being lighthearted. i seriously had 0 hope for a while. and idk. i once had a serious breakdown in front of my mom wherre i admitted that i felt like i was genuinely gonna end up killing him. and tbh i thought that there was a chance that ended up being the only way out. im really happy if this is true and im getting an actual happy ending for once. ive been. wanting this so desperately since i was a kid guys. seriously. i hate that man so much. hes a disgusting abusive asshole with 0 compassion + he m*lested me. hes got mad health problems that my mom manages for him and i wonder if shes worried about how he'll do on his own with that. personallly i dont care. i dont care. i want him out. i dont want my mama being his caregiver nomore. cruel cruel man. for all my life ive watched that man degrade her ans berate her and expect her to serve him afterwards ..... ive had to deal with overhearing him harassing her for never having sex with him.. which is something that was always extra painful for me because of my own sexual trauma.... theres honna be a lot of scary changes like my mom says i have to get a job again. im really not not good at working due to my disabilities. but i could hold a job for a year before i ended up losing it. it was very trauamtic. i dont want to work again. but i will be freed from the familial agony. its a lot guys. seriously. ive been so so so isolated and disconnected from eberything and everyone because of it for all my life. ive never been able to truly be a person because of it. it became my job to help my mother emotionally and mentally to degrees that no child really should havr to because she had no one else. i dont fault or resent her at all for that and im happy to defend her and help her and listen to her. its a lot though and especially when i was younger. also

ill probably do drugs less often because i wont be trying to drown out another fight theyre having.

im nervous because im a a psychotic autistic agoraphobic and i will have to be going outside now. but. i will be going outside now... which means having a life. my mom will be with me still. i will still live with her and probably will most my life because of my circumstances. but i love her. im okay with having to maybe do some scary things because of that. dude. theres a convention near me soon that i was hoping to go to. i kinda just had it as a pipe dream though. because basiclaly i have no ability or opportunities to leave the house. but now i will. im really hopping that this is rwal and i'll be able to go... its my goal. i want to make a misty monsoon cosplay. i really do. im crying rn bexause im just so excited to get a chance at things. trust me thougu im still gonna be a asocial shutin first and foremost. dont worry guys i wont be abandoning you. im a dedicated poster. but you know. im gonna be posting under better circumstances inshallah.

also this is a lot for me spiritually. my dad is heavily islamophobic and ive not been able to safely be open because of him. ive prayed and prayed a lot to allah to help make things to where i can finally do that. i really really feel like allah has given me a great gift here im so happy allahu akbar

[69misato69]

childe n zhongli but childe just cant help but spoil his husband so much because hes so inlove with him!! buys him every little trinket he looks at, treats him to any meal, all of that. childe, who'd absolutely book the most expensive hotel room, order the fanciest wine for them. just childe who can't help but do everything his husband would ever demand. childe who'd go on his knees for his beloved at any time because how would he be able to say no?? childe who knows zhonglis wish is his command. them ugh

revels in delusional homosexual thoughts 🍁

i wholeheartedly agree and its probably my favorite flavors of zc mainly because i assume zhongli would expect a completely different experience when he stepped down from archonhood. like he was used to this life of people asking for guidance and blessings and showing their appreciation with offerings and gifts in return. so i think its likely that he prepared himself for a life where people wont really know who he is anymore, there would no longer be extravagant displays of gratitude and all that he desired would no longer be at his fingertips.

that is, of course, until childe enters his life and suddenly he is showered with lavish gifts again, not just expensive but also thoughtful. items that zhongli briefly mentions during conversation but childe makes a mental note of it immediately and soon surprises him with said item, etc.

nsfw after this

for intimacy my headcanons change literally on a daily basis but one thing i am certain of is that regardless of his position he's just so giving, generous and caring with zhongli to the extent that he sometimes has to stop childe from pushing himself too far. since zl being satisfied is more than enough for him he (without even realizing) deprives himself of stimulation, too caught up in tending to him. and when that happens zhongli is always there to ground him, he lays childe down and kisses him all over, cleans him up, tells him that he is beautiful and that he's eternally grateful for childe's love.

also, not in a condescending way because zl loves his people and finds mortals fascinating but he would just be amazed with how a human, after so many centuries of being alive could make his heart race the way childe does. which is why i hate them (affectionately)

[amaurotine-daydreaming]

XXIII. Suit

“Milord.” Lyna snapped her feet together, straightened her back, and braced her arms in a Crystarium salute.

Under his cowl, a broad smile spread across the Exarch’s face. “At ease, Lyna. Allow me to offer my congratulations on your induction into the Crystarium Guard.”

Even at sixteen summers, Lyna was now more than a full head taller than her guardian. She relaxed her stance and allowed herself a small smile down at him.

“I do not wish to keep you from your duties,” said the Exarch, “but if you have a moment, I have prepared a gift for you to mark the occasion.”

Lyna crossed her arms, turning wry. “Favoritism, my lord?”

He shrugged, still smiling. “I pray you will humor my indulgence as a proud guardian, just this once.”

She unfolded her arms, feeling the slightest bit the proud daughter despite herself. “Very well.”

—

There were years–about ten, precious years–in Lyna’s childhood where the Exarch had seen her express herself without reservation, years in which she allowed herself the carefree joy and open curiosity to which all children should be granted.

But the outside world gradually crept in, as the outside world is wont to do. He had always sought to give her as peaceful a young life as possible in the protective embrace of the Crystarium, without hiding her from the realities of this Light-drowned world. The Twelve knew she had suffered tragedy at the hands of the Light young, as so many did.

Then Lyna reached adolescence, and the Exarch watched as she withdrew into herself more. With his own quietude and painstakingly crafted persona of stoicism, he supposed he had not helped.

He did not begrudge her this change, but neither would he deny the joy he felt seeing pride in her eyes at the induction ceremony, and again standing before him; she hid it well, but he knew she was moved that he thought to mark the occasion with a gift.

“You will be familiar with this room,” the Exarch said, unlocking one of the nigh countless chambers of the Tower. Within was an armory stocked with racks upon racks of weaponry: bows, polearms, staves, swords…

Lyna’s lips parted with awe. “This room…I do not remember how I managed to find it the first time, and I never could again.”

“Which was just as well, for it is no place for a child,” the Exarch said, with a chastened laugh. “I fear I am at fault for it having been accessible in the first place.

“With your induction to the Guard, I wanted to give you the opportunity to consider the specialty you wish to pursue.” He swept his hand in a broad arc. “Whichever you feel suits you, I will have a replica commissioned.”

“I…do not know what to say,” Lyna breathed, looking around at the widest array of armaments that probably existed anywhere in Norvrandt. Some of them she didn’t even recognize. “Or, for that matter, where to begin.”

“Any choice you make need not be permanent.”

She turned to look over her shoulder. “But you, milord…you have mastered more than one art.”

“I also have had many more years to hone my skills,” he reminded her. “And even with the benefit of that time, a jack of all trades is, as they say, the master of none. There was even a time I wielded a bow, but I found my true calling in the arcane.”

Lyna ran her hand down the length of a compound bow. He had once been an archer? Or perhaps even a bard. But she did not ask, not anymore–instead she tucked away this new, treasured detail in her heart for safekeeping.

The Exarch glanced over his shoulder at the staff he carried ever near at hand. “Even when I turn to other arts as necessary, they derive from spellcraft–armaments crafted from aether, not steel. Otherwise I would not have the strength to wield them.” He smiled. “I couldn’t help but notice, however, that spellcraft does not seem to be in your area of interest.”

“No, milord,” Lyna admitted. “I find more comfort in the weight of steel.”

“Let us put aside spellcasting, then.” The Exarch walked further into the room, beyond the staves and scepters and battered leather grimoires. Lyna followed.

“I see that you are considering the bow,” he said. “Archery can be a prudent choice in your encounters with sin eaters. You will have the ability to strike them down before they can reach you, or if they are in flight. It will also allow you to aid someone if you are too far away to reach them on foot. However, I need not tell you that you will be at a disadvantage should their ranks close in around you.”

He stopped–they had reached a section of exclusively martial weapons. Lyna scanned through a variety of spiked horas, claws, and short blades. She tested the weight of a dagger in her hand, then carefully set it down again. The Exarch had intuited correctly, she realized: she wanted to be able to help her comrades-in-arms, no matter where she stood on the battlefield. Her chest tightened to think that her choice of weapon could cost lives–even her own–simply because she hadn’t been able to choose an appropriate weapon to master for her role….

The Exarch, it seemed, knew her better than she knew herself. And yet here she was, more than dozen summers in his care and still hoarding what little she knew of him like a starveling finding breadcrumbs. Her shoulders fell in a sigh.

“Lyna? Is something amiss?”

“No, my lord. It is simply…a lot of choices.”

Lyna moved on to a double-headed battle axe and stopped to gaze up at it. 

“Ah, the labrys,” said the Exarch, with a note of wistfulness. “I once knew a woman who….” He stopped and shook his head. “My apologies, that is neither here nor there. What you should know is that in practiced hands, it can become a cyclone of steel, a nigh-impenetrable wall of both offense and defense. As well it should be, since it would be your only defense.” 

“May I take it down?”

“Of course. See how it feels, and mind the weight of it.”

Grasping the labrys’s haft with both hands, Lyna gingerly lifted it from the rack…and staggered slightly under its weight. Her cheeks burned, but she managed not to drop the weapon. 

“Rest the haft and blade horizontally and spread your hands apart to distribute the weight, or keep your hands closer to the base and use your shoulder as a rest.”

Lyna heaved the weapon up and, in an effort not to accidentally take off part of her ear, dropped the haft so close to the edge of her shoulder she nearly toppled. The Exarch instinctively went to steady her, but she was quick to balance herself and he respectfully stood back. 

“Quite intimidating, if I do say so myself.”

Lyna rolled her eyes, embarrassed. 

“It is a bit heavy,” she admitted. “I will adjust to it in time, I am sure, but…” She frowned, shifting her weight and looking up at it. “Such weight feels counterproductive to mobility.”

She gingerly tilted the labrys forward. Its weight fell off her shoulder and the haft landed in her waiting palm.

“I am coming closer to a decision,” she stated, and replaced the axe on the rack. She was grateful the Exarch was never a man to laugh at someone else’s struggles, because putting the weapon back did not turn out to be as graceful an act as she would’ve liked. But she managed.

On the next rack were a selection of swords and shields, and further down from that were lances. Lyna walked over to the lances first. These were much easier to pick up, and she examined her choice up and down.

“This one I am partial to,” she said. “It has range and mobility, and…what is this?” She pointed to the top of the lance, where splitting from the simple metal point was a curved head, almost like a sickle, as well as a few barbs.

“Ah, the guisarme,” said the Exarch, smiling. “It’s specialized to hook and trip as well as impale.”

That sounded quite useful. But… Lyna ran her fingers along the wood haft.

“There is a danger of it breaking, yes. ‘Tis a risk to all weapons, of course, but for this one the drawback is more pronounced. However, it would be more than possible for the artisans of the Mean to fashion a more durable haft made from an alloy.”

Lyna hummed thoughtfully, frowning to herself. She replaced the guisarme on the rack for the moment and glanced back over at the swords and shields.

“Armaments of choice for some of the earliest and most storied heroes,” said the Exarch, looking over them with admiration fair glowing in his voice. “With one hand you may drive back the enemy, and with the other be a bulwark for yourself and innocents.” 

“You sound like you’re enjoying this, my lord.”

The Exarch chuckled. “As you well know, I have a tendency towards nostalgia for the stories of eld.”

“And these?” Hanging nearby was a pair of disc-shaped blades. With her height Lyna easily reached them, and was careful to loop her fingers along the inner edges as she lifted them from their pegs. Even with gloves on, the gleam of the sharp metal served as ample warning of the cut it was capable of.

“Chakrams,” stated the Exarch, although in holding them Lyna now recognized them. They were an uncommon choice of weapon, but not an unheard of one. “An excellent weapon for mobility and range without sacrificing the sharpness of steel. With a simple attunement to your aether, you will be able to recall them without risk of injury.”

Lyna tested their weight. Of all of the weapons she had tried so far, this one felt the closest to right. Except…

She made a face. 

“Ah,” said the Exarch, understanding. “Are you concerned about its associations?”

Lyna nodded curtly. Chakrams were sometimes used in twirling dances alongside sword-swallowers and other street performers. She did not want to introduce herself to the Guard’s ranks with a weapon that called to mind entertainment before aught else. 

“I would encourage you not to dismiss them out-of-hand, as it were,” said the Exarch. “If you worry about the respect of your fellows, I believe that will come sooner than you think.”

She eyed him. “You will not intervene on my behalf in that, I trust?”

The Exarch put a hand over his heart, shaking his head. “On my word, I will not. I am simply stating my confidence in your abilities to inspire your comrades in the days to come.

“And I know you are not one to allow pride to lead you to forsake a weapon that may best suit you.”

Lyna looked down, humbled. “You are right, of course.” 

With a chakram securely in each hand Lyna stretched her arms out, crossed them in front of her and then drew them back–a stretch in slow motion. Sharp. Lightweight. Mobile.

“Yes,” she said, holding one up to examine it more carefully in the light. “I believe these will suit me.”