#Okay i think its time for me to go to bed. time for grandpa to head out

[crazysodomite]

taur who purrs so loud you hear it from another room

[spaceyaemonds]

thinking about jack abbot, whose 50th birthday is right around the corner. bug’s a little older than 2, and sucks all the energy right out of him. between tea parties, dolls, all the outside play and begging for just one more sweet treat. he wouldn’t change a thing, he’s obsessed with being her dad, and loves her more than anything, despite how old it makes him feel most days.

late one night, she’s snuggled between the two of you in bed. jack’s got his glasses on the bridge of his nose as he reads, gently holding her little foot that had been digging into his side.

he glances over, she’s half on top of you, mouth open as she snores.

“she gets that from you, just so you know.” you don’t even glance up from your phone when he says it, just huff out a quite laugh.

“if you think so, grandpa.”

he looks from her small, perfect face to yours, heart growing about three sizes.

“i think the two of you are the best things that ever happened to me.”

you smile, setting your phone down and turning your head toward him, “yeah?”

“absolutely. i may be exhausted all the time, but at least she sleeps all night and for the most part can communicate her needs now instead of just cry. plus, she actually enjoys me now.”

for a split second, he spots a nervous look on your face, but before he can ask about it, you gently move your daughter so you can lay down and face him.

“i have to tell you something,” you whisper it, like it’s a big secret.

he leans closer, brow furrowed, “okay?” he whispers back, eyes glancing at bug for just a second to make sure she isn’t waking up when she stirs slightly.

you take a deep breath, reaching for his hand and holding it gently. his holds his breath, mind running to try to figure out what you’re about to tell him.

“you’re going to be extra exhausted in about 30 weeks.”

despite the nervous look in your eyes, he sees a familiar gleam of excitement as a small grin makes its way onto your face.

the furrow in his brow deepens for a moment, confusion lining his features as he looks at you, studying you.

it hits him quickly what you mean, and he doesn’t know how he missed it.

how tired you’ve been, the strange hunger all through the day, and the fact that bug had mentioned at least twice in the last month that you had gotten sick that day.

“really?” he whispers out, voice cracking slightly, needing to hear it, needing you to confirm it.

“yeah.” you still look slightly nervous, biting your lip slightly.

he takes you by surprise when he all but launches himself at you, holding you as tightly as he can with bug in between the two of you.

[deliur]

helloo can I request a thanos x reader fic where thanos gets jealous over the reader being too friendly with the other players which then turns into angry sex🦦

Pure Jealousy.

Relationship: Thanos x F!reader

Warnings: Rough S3x, slapping, Slight Dacryphilia, Angry Sex, usage of “Bitch” and “Slut”, Rough Oral sex (M!receiving)

If this is not your cup of tea, move on. Warning! This is SMUT!

There you were. So close, yet so painfully far. Your beautiful hair sat comfortably on your shoulders, bouncing as you laughed at something Dae-Ho said. What was so funny about what he had said? What did he have that Thanos didn’t? Thanos was funny, strong, and charming. Thanos had only just met you yesterday, only thinking you were just a good piece of ass he could score. Nothing less, definitely nothing more. So what the fuck was this he was feeling? It confused him, it angered him! He leaned against the pole of the bunk bed, fidgeting with a pill in his mouth as he watched you in complete anger…? No, this wasn’t anger. Was he… jealous? No. Never, he was great. He was the best! You should have been honored to have a guy such as him interested in you!

You nodded in agreeance to Dae-Ho’s statement about player 100 being an old and senile grandpa. “I bet he doesn’t even know where he is half the time when he wakes up to the music in the morning!” Dae-Ho added, nudging your shoulder with the back of his hand. You held your sides as you couldn’t contain your laughter. Thanos felt his stomach twist. This was already hard to watch, but his last straw was him touching you like that. He finally leaned up off against the bunk pole, making his way over to you and Dae-Ho. Your back was turned in the direction Thanos was coming at you from. Only Dae-Ho stopped laughing when he spotted his dark demeanor. You raised an eyebrow in confusion at Dae-Ho’s expression before you felt a hand on your shoulder from behind you.

“The fuck is this?” Thanos asked with a sour tongue, glaring at Dae-Ho then looking at you. You knew how bad Thanos’ jealousy issues were, you swallowed dryly before turning around to face him. “I couldn’t find you, so Dae-Ho and I were talking… is that okay??” You asked with a sense of attitude. Thanos looked at Dae-Ho with dislikement. “Fuck off, ponytail.” He said before he grabbed you by your elbow, roughly, at that. You didn’t know where you were being brought. You looked back at Dae-Ho with sorry eyes as Thanos noticed, yanking you to make you turn around. Soon enough, he shoved you through the push door to the storage closet. You stumbled backwards, falling into the shelf as Thanos let the door slam behind the two of you. Your vision focused on his rough, tattooed hand locking the deadbolt as he then reached for your jaw, grimacing. “You think that shits fuckin’ cute?? Was me eyeing you not enough, bitch??” He asked, forcing you to look into his eyes. His dark, void colored eyes pierced right through your soul currently. You tried to come up with a response before his lips crashed against yours, and hard. His tongue forced its way through your puffy lips, intertwining with your tongue before you bit his bottom lip, drawing blood as an act of fighting back. Thanos pulled back, running the back of his hand across his lip before slowly looking up at you. “You’re being feisty, senorita…”

Thanos snickered. Fuck, that was hot. You backed into a corner. “Thanos- I swear, it was just friendly talk!” You exclaimed before Thanos grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, roughly kissing and sucking your neck. He was angry, but he worshipped your body like a Goddess’. You lulled your head to the side as you moaned softly before he pulled back, letting go of your wrists. He stepped back.

“Strip, you fuckin slut.” He said in demand. You stared at him with wide eyes, not moving quick enough. Thanos grabbed your throat slightly rough. “What the fuck did I just say? Strip. Be a good girl.” He said before you quickly obliged, stripping down to your bra and panties. Your eyes watered at how demanding he was, but fuck, this was hot. He saw the tears in your eyes and groaned softly. Your sorry face. He groaned, grabbing both your wrists and spinning you around, bending you over as your face was shoved against the wall roughly, his large hand nestled in your hair as the other on held your wrists. He let your wrists go before you felt a large open palmed SMACK! Against your soft, round ass. You cried out in pain, which only turned him on more. He roughly yanked your panties down, revealing your aching cunt. Your breath picked up. He reached his hand around to your face, dipping his fingers in your mouth as he teased you. You moaned as he inserted his two digits into your pussy roughly. It was a sudden filling feeling. “FUCK-!” You managed to get out before he slapped you right across the back. “Be fucking quiet, slut. I’m gonna show you why i’m better than that cuck.” He said harshly before pulling his fingers back out. He wouldn’t let you have satisfaction. Oh no. He forced you down on your knees, pulling his hands and boxers down as his long, thick, girthy cock sprang free. Pre-cum beaded at the tip. He looked down at you, rubbing his tip against your lips. “Suck it, bitch.” He said harshly. You slowly put the tip in your mouth. Not fast enough, apparently. Thanos grabbed a fistful of your hair as he began throat fucking you, the sight of your pitiful teary eyes making him even harder, if possible.

He groaned loudly. A deep, low, guttural groan. Your pussy twitched, a pool of your juices forming under you. You gagged as he shoved his dick far back in your throat, he was close, but not yet. He had to make you feel sorry. He pulled his dick from your mouth, drool dripping down your chin as your mascara ran. He slapped you slightly soft. “Get up.” He said. Which you did. He bent you over, pressing your face against the wall again. “Why are you doing this aga-” your words were interrupting with you gasping loudly. Your eyes brimmed with tears as he stretched you so suddenly. He pulled out before ramming his dick back into you again, his hand pressing your face harshly against the wall. He slapped your ass, hard. It left a mark. He groaned, his head rolling back as his eyes did too. Wet sounds of your ass slapping against his pelvis filled the room. “Would Dae-Ho fuck you like this, huh baby?” he asked harshly. You shook your head no. “No, what? Say my name, slut. It’s the least you could do.” He said, slapping your ass again. “No, Thanos- fffuck….” You moaned loudly, Thanos didn’t care now. He groaned at the sound of his name on your pretty little tongue. His dick twitched in you as his hips got sloppy. He reached his spare hand under you, and rubbed his thumb against your clit. You twitched, legs shaking as climax approached. “Fucking cum with me, bitch.” He said sternly with a low growl, a groan following as you let out a loud moan, your orgasming coming over you. He shoved his dick as deep as he could, cumming deep. Thick ropes of cum coated your walls. He pulled out of you, he sat down, leaning against the wall, pulling you down with him.

He inspected your face, holding your jaw. “You gonna do that shit again?” He asked.

“No.. I promise I won’t..” You responded as he put on a shit eating grin.

This wouldn’t be the last time he fucked you like this.

[starlinggirll]

i ADOREEE ur writings very much, im looking forward for ur new work i.e. young dad!art nd young mom!reader 🤩🤩, keep going!!!!

a day with young dad!art and young mom!reader . . .

(they have a little girl in this!!)

9:00AM: your head was comfortably resting against art's bicep, hand gently clutching at his as you both slept soundly. then tiny knocks interrupted his sleep, you continued sleeping like a log, as always. "mama?" the high pitched voice made art sigh, rubbing his eyes while sitting up. "what are you doing here so early sweetheart?" he cooed, gently kissing your cheek so you could wake up. and all you replied was with a "mm, let me sleep." that was muffled against his skin. he smiled before scooping the little girl up, placing her ontop of your chest. "she wants you this morning.

10:30AM: after waking up, brushing yours and your daughters teeth, you both walked to the kitchen. to be greeted with a shirtless art cooking breakfast. you set your daughter in the booster seat before going to art so you can get your mom hugs. "you want eggs or cereal?" he would ask while resting his cheek ontop of your head. "mm cereal. i think she wants eggs." you mumbled back, glancing at the little girl gazing at both of you with curiosity.

12:00PM: "what time do we need to be at your parents house?" art asks while letting his daughter tug at his curls. "like in an hour?" you hum, resting your head on art's lap, taking advantage of the position to tickle you daughter's tiny toes. "shouldnt we start getting ready?"

1:30PM: after an hour and a half of getting ready, both of you are finally in the car. your daughter sleeping in the booster seat in the backseat while art drives. "remember, big smile, okay? and if my dad says anything unpleasant to you just tell me and i'll-" "calm down, baby." he interrupts, his hand going to your thigh. "its okay. i know how to handle myself."

1:55PM: "c'mon sweetie," you purr while taking your daughter out of the seat. "lets go see grandma and grandpa!" the little girl squeals, hugging you tightly while you carry her to the house. art following shortly after getting the diaper bag and your purse, which you had forgotten at the car.

4:58PM: "well that went..." art sighed, helping you put the little girl back into the booster seat. "better than i imagined?" he laughs softly, kissing his daughter's forehead. "see?" your hand gently rubbed his arm. "i told you they would soften up to you," he leaned into you, burying his face into your neck with a soft nod. "if you're lucky you might even be my dad's favorite son in law." you teased, wrapping your arms around art's shoulders. "i need to put a ring in that finger if yours to earn that title." he hummed, kissing your neck softly, still clutching you tightly. "yeah?" both of you looked at eachother, almost as if reading eachothers minds. "not right tho." but of you said at the same time before bursting out laughing. "yeah, not right now. but you're getting a big chunky ring when the time comes."

8:00PM: "its bed time for you, young girl." you announced while picking up the whiny little girl. "but mamaaa-" was the only thing she said, mostly because that was all the words she really knew to say properly at the moment. "uh uh, no whining or we wont go to the movies tomorrow." that shuts her up real quick. you tuck the little girl in, smiling softly before kissing her forehead. "mommy and daddy love you, soooo much." you whispering, brushing hair out of her face. "okay! good night." you walked to the door, "dont let the bed bugs bite." which was accompanied by a high pitched giggle from your daughter.

8:12PM: "did you put her to sleep?" asks art, walking out of the bathroom, hair soaked, chest glistening with water and with a towel wrapped around her waist. you nodded, laying on your stomach while watching tv. "yuppp." he sat beside you, leaning down to kiss your jaw, which resulted in his hair getting you all wet. "oh my god go away!" you whined. "you're getting everything wet!" "and not you?" he teased, cupping your thighs to pull you to him. "cant a guy not want to get his girlfriend wet anymore?" he shook his head like a dog, causing water to sprinkle everywhere, including you. "art donaldson." you muttered, glaring at him. "go dry your hair or i swear you wont be getting any action toni-" "yes ma'am." he kissed your cheek before scurrying off to the restroom.

8:20PM: he walks out of the restroom, finding your almost sleeping form in the bed. he huffs, walking to you, crawling ontop of you. "sleeping already? you promised me some 'action', dont you remember?" he whined, finding the crook of your neck to nestle his face there. "please? just one round i swear." he's totally lying. with how much you turn him on with just the slightest look his way, he knows there'll be more than just one round.

9:30PM: "a-art stop!" you whined, head resting against his shoulder, nails leaving red claw marks on his back as he fucked you missionary. "shh. you're gonna wake our daughter up," he purred, covering your mouth with his mouth while picking up his face. "you blabbered against his palm, eyes rolling back while your back arched, "m'coming!" you cried against his palm.

10:30PM: "good girl, up and down." he whispered, hands cupping your hips to guide your movements, he leaned in, your boobs suffocating his face but he didnt care, he loved this position. "faster," he whimpered against your chest, his fingers leaving red fingerprints against your flesh.

11:26PM: you layed on his chest, completely spent. you fell asleep the moment your head touched his chest. he cradled you softly, hand rubbing your lower back while his fingers brushed sweaty pieces of hair off your forehead. "goodnight." he mumbled, closing his eyes while pulling the covers up to your shoulders.

[i-cant-sing]

Thinking about my own grandpa and how he'd comfort me with sweets/icecream whenever i had the slightest inconvenience and i just dream of whether he'd still do it to me as a 23 year old, ruffling my hair, letting me cut his birthday cake, scolding my parents when they got mad at me (yes i snitched on my parents), wiping my fat tears with his handkerchief, showing me his drawings of airplane engines as cold air blasted through the ac, letting me eat food from his plate that my mom made me bring him lol.

and like it grandparents are sooo sweet man. they couldve been okay-ish parents to their own kids, but then they get grandkids and they're like a whole different species *sniffle* theyre so precious.

and now my mind goes to that yandere todoroki clan au (i think it was the bullied series) where at the end, reader dies because of rei, and the whole fam loses their sanity. then one day, reader is reincarnated (its her quirk) as dabi's baby and dabi shares the news with his siblings because he needs to restore their sanity too (cause he feels responsible for them too, the "eldest kid" syndrome).

anyways, after you, his daughter had died, enji lost it and killed rei and then just vanished into the mountains to mourn his loss. years later, for whatever reason, he finds out about you. he's standing there, watching toddler you looking at him with curiosity. you stumble towards him, and Enji's on his knees at this point, he's in shock. your scars, your marks from your previous life dont even register to him until later on, all he can focus is you- its you, his baby. his daugher. his child that he swore to protect and failed.

your legs give out when you reach him but your hands reach for him and enji's already lifting you up, bringing you to his chest. his eyes are filled with tears as u look at him and babble, your hands grabbing onto his shirt, touching his face, big doe eyes staring at him.

he hugs you, silent sobs wrecking his body as he gets a whiff of your head. you- you smell just like her- like his daughter.

It really is you.

he doesn't let go of you, even when you eventually fall asleep in his arms, rocking you gently as he stares down at you in awe and disbelief. he doesn't let you go even when dabi tries to take you back, even when dabi insists that he won't keep you two apart, that you need to rest in your bed as he explains everything.

he finally let's you go when you wake up and reach for your dad (dabi), crying when enji doesn't let you leave his arms. but he relents, enji relents when you cry- it hurts him so bad, he's reminded of all the times how you used to cry before, how you used to beg him for help, beg him to save you. his heart breaks to see you like this, in tears.

enji's only partially conscious of what dabi is saying to him, explaining to him that you're now "his" daughter and enji's "granddaughter" and that's how things will be if they need to work. But enji doesn't care whether you're his daughter or not, all he cares about is that he's in your life because he needs to- he will keep you safe. He won't make the same mistakes again. Never.

i can just imagine the siblings and enji all sitting down together to make decisions about your life in extreme detail so that they ensure that no harm befalls you ever again, and if by some extreme badluck you die, they need to make sure that you reincarnate back to them.

they plan your every day, they make sure that at least one of them is with you at all times, and most importantly, they make sure youre safe and happy. when you start going to school, you're taken to school by Shotou because Dabi (who went back to working as a chef) has to go to work early. then at school, your teacher is more than likely Fuyumi (and if she's not your teacher, then she still works at your school). then after school, you're picked up by Enji who takes you out for ice cream (always, he doesnt care if its before u have had lunch. he needs to make up for all the times he couldnt give u ice cream because of rei) and also buy you any toys u want. enji is just enjoying you padding away and pointing at things that catch your eye. at home, natsuo has returned from his shift at the hospital and then starts heating up the food dabi had already made for you, before letting enji put you down for nap time. when you wake up, natsuo takes your vitals and a basic medical check. by dinner, dabi is home and you welcome him by launching yourself at his legs with a thud. he laughs, picks you up and pecks your cheek before taking you into the kitchen with him to make dinner while you tell him all about your day.

[fea-resources]

Unhinged Discord Commentary As RP Starters Pt. 1

*throws sparkles everywhere* This is how you cheer someone up, right?

There's some places you don't want sparkles.

Shame on the lame.

I didn't run into a wall this time. I ran into the fridge.

How can one go through life never saying words like "sexy" or "sexual". Like, what else would you say? "Intercoursy"? "Intercoursal"?

Okay but where are their NOSES.

Why is that cute? Science explain please.

RABBIT STEW FOR THE RABBIT STEW GOD.

The horse confirmed for a necrophiliac.

Let the bear and horse be together.

Horse x Bear forever.

He's a slut. All you need to know.

Slap a sexy bunny suit on his ass. Go. Live out your dreams.

He's a slut, not a stripper.

*throws a brick* Stay down this time.

Love is like a machine… sometimes you need a good screw to fix it.

Hey good lookin', what's cookin'? Get it? Because I'm an arsonist.

I'd really like to thump your bible.

I'm agnostic but damn I'm pretty sure that's blasphemy.

You'd be surprised how many are curious to taste human flesh.

Well I didn't say he was a slut without talent.

That may be but [Name] just might kill him with embarrassment first.

He never counted on SEX APPEAL. Should've sent a lesbian, not a gay.

Oh, I'm still gonna fuck with your assets. Emphasis on the Ass.

Well that's good. I hear murder is frowned upon.

THIS IS NOT WHAT I WAS PROMISED. SUPER HAPPY FUN TIME OVER.

You tell me. You're the one tryna serenade me to bed and then stab me, ya kinky fuck.

I trusted you! …not sure why since we, like… just met.

CLOSE YOUR EYES SO I CAN KILL YOU.

Are you telling me you don't want adventure, glory, and best of all, FIERY DEATH?

Adventure and glory sound nice but… I don't know about that last part. I'll get back to you on that one.

The answer is "Yes" cuz let's be real, bards only immortalize the ones that die.

In other news I didn't think it was possible to almost choke on a hiccup yet here we are.

"You had accountability issues as a child"… wait, do you actually think I outgrew those?

I probably committed more blasphemy than anyone else in that whole building but damn it was fun.

One day [Name's] gonna hit just the wrong nerve and I'm gonna grab that scarf and strangle them with it.

Let grandpa bemoan his age.

May the salt be with you.

The mosquitos never bother me and everyone asks why and I tell them its because I have too much salt flowing through my veins.

*chugs a whole jar of pickle juice without breaking eye contact*

Consume them. C O N S U M E.

I changed my mind, that's Plan C. We're skipping B.

That was bad and you should feel bad. But I know you won't, so I don't know why I said it.

I've been laying here like a jellyfish on the beach for an hour but sleep is just not happening.

Yes, I had to. I would literally die if I didn't do it. I'd explode. Poof. It'd be awful. [Name] bits everywhere.

Wanna help me shove a slut into a volcano?

Man, I almost didn't have to be a Top for once but SOMEONE. TRIED TO KILL ME.

I would say to stab [Name] but then I remember that he likes it.

I'll bet a dick up the ass that you can't beat me.

Don't fuck where, fuck me.

…thanks. I totally. Feel so much better now. About my impending doom.

Man, it really sucks down here. I pity you, small man.

Small enough to reach places in a time of crisis? Yeah, except in the crisis of reaching the top shelf.

Well I know what rabbits do to anything that holds still long enough. But do continue.

Needs more well-cooked faces.

Now I know why my parents sheltered me.

*confused rabbit squawking*

That may be so but I'm not the one with a thing for the head fucker.

Instruction manual: do not buy the [Name] pet if you are not prepared to say "god damn it" at least twice per day.

This is going to get me killed, oh god yes.

HOW DARE YOU SSS-SSSSS-SSSS-SSSPEAK THE TONGUE OF MY SSSS-SSS-SSSSSSSS-SSSNAKE PEOPLE 🐍

I salted my head off to Hell and back the other day so now its your turn.

Hold my acupuncture pins.

Fuck them and rescue the high horse they rode in on because that horse doesn't deserve to be ridden by them.

It's mid-June, yet I can't feel my toes.

Just chant "shadow no shadowing" three times. It worked on the dog.

I had to read it three times because the first two times I read it as "his mum is IN the ground" and I was like… wow, that's dark, and then I realized it said his mum IS the ground.

Hey, I'm not judging, except… no, wait, I'm totally judging.

Don't know what you're talking about there, Salty McSalterson.

So you know that one night in minecraft we were rushing to get back home and got ourselves and the path blown to Hell by creepers? I went to fill those holes in and guess what shows up as I'm working on filling them with no way out.

I'd say they should put their dukes up but tell them to put their leggies up instead because that's all they have.

So would this be a bad time to say "its the thought that counts"?

A baby? I don't have time for a baby. I can barely handle my own job. Babies are trouble. Put it in the mailbox and send it back, and if I see a head or a leg sticking back out, you are gone.

Devour him! ...Imeanwhat. Sorry, what, no cannibalism here.

They seem like a Diapers-Until-6-Years-Old kinda person.

Can we be like. Drugged-pot-hippies-but-not-really-high together?

Earlier I was like "I'm worried" and another person told me "you need to stop worrying, it's concerning".

Bright eyed and bushy tailed is a squirrel on crack.

So… death = normally taboo cuddles and affection? I should die more often.

Cuddleslut Mode Activated.

Help me sink [Name] to the bottom of the ocean. I don't know where s/he went wrong but I'm ending them.

I'm sorry that s/he's probably gonna corrupt the shit out of [Name], but conversely, [Name]'s not sorry at all.

'What AREN'T we up to?' is a better question. What we're up IN is the answer.

Screw you and your fricking long legs!

Listen to that wind moan. Wind doesn't have hands but it does blow.

Maybe a chair to the face will quiet them down.

So where do I get these highs you have? It must be nice.

I have no idea where my highs come from. They just pop in and serenade you and then sneak off the next morning like a filthy hoe after a good night of steamy sex-- I have no idea what I'm saying anymore A LO HA OOOIIIIII...

Don't you dare moan you sinner!

[puppycoughf]

okokok sso sorry if this is too soon for like. requests n stuffs but !!! i dunno where your hc blog is ,,,, so uh

perhaps spare some any lil mouthwashing daisuke hcs ??,, maaaybe with some cg swansea caus. i cry for themb they're sososo dear to me so father n son

aagain so soerry if this is too soon or anything wiwia !!!!

🔧|| Little!Daisuke Headcanons!

<< with CG!Swansea >>

🎀 A/N × hiya anon! Never too soon for some headcanons I'd say! + if you'd like to know my hc blog, please dm me for an @/!

REGRESSOR DAISUKE HEADCANONS..

🔧 ; Daisuke has been an age regressor for as long as he can remember. He regressed for majority of his childhood leading up to his adult years. After joining on Tulpar space freighter, he stopped being an age regressor all together to pursue his work and to make his mentor figure (Swansea) proud in the process. In reality; no matter how much Daisuke tried to push down his age regression, it seemed to come back harder than before. Making it harder and harder for him to work properly and stay in a big mindset at the same time.

🔧 ; Swansea is a good person. Sure he's a grumpy old man, and can be rather stern and somewhat harsh to Daisuke, he still loves Daisuke and internally thinks of him as his own kid. He doesn't show it verbally, and he doesn't know how to give physical affectionate— he does care for Daisuke. Despite the grumpiness, harshness and strict personality, he is a good man who just wants Daisuke to take care of himself. He's been living for a long time, and knows how harsh the world is. He just wishes to make it less painful for him. When Daisuke joined Tulpar, their relationship started off rocky. Eventually however, they developed a son-father relationship.

🔧 ; when Daisuke and Swansea's relationship became strong and more stable, Daisuke told Swansea about his agere. With months on hiding his little side and trying with all his might to make it go away; finally he broke down and ended up telling Swansea everything. Swansea didn't understand it, but with his 'old man knowledge' he gave Daisuke some advice. At the end of the conversation he accepted Daisuke and asked what he can do to help.

🔧 ; Daisuke is a older kid regressor ! So he regresses around the 7-9ish range. Each time he's little he is never the same age in a row. So he often jumps between ages depending on why he's regressing in the first place.

🔧 ;; he's a VERY hyper little. He very much rather be with other regressors then be by himself. If not with other Littles, he wants to be around Swansea. While he's somewhat dependent on his own term (as he's used to it), he still allows Swansea to take care of him if Swansea wanted to.

🔧 ;; Swansea is a papa caregiver. He was never a father to biological children, but Daisuke is close enough to a son he never had. He's kinda like a father/grandpa figure

🔧 ;; Daisuke's favorite little drink & food is chocolate milk and Mac n cheese! Oddly enough, it reminds him of home. Whenever he's little, he has a odd attraction to the smell of scented candles. So he always has a candle or few burning near his bed.

🔧 ;; when little, his favorite nicknames to be called are kid, kiddo and little man. (Little man is the one Swansea came up with. So it kinda stuck with Daisuke.)

🔧 ;; Swansea, however, is unsure about petnames or nicknames in general. He isn't used to them, but he seems to be okay with dad or papa being used by Daisuke. Otherwise not a huge fan of being called anything other than his name or shorten variation of it.

🔧 ;; Daisuke does little tugs on Swansea's shirt and or pants to get his attention.

🔧 ;; basically regressed Daisuke and Swansea's relationship in a nutshell:

Daisuke: *babbles*

Swansea: "Oh yeah?"

Daisuke: *even more babbles*

Swansea: "that's interesting. Tell me more"

🔧 ;; Daisuke is verbal when regressed, but often just chooses not to talk because its too much work.

🔧 ;; on his wishlist: to get proper little gear:( he doesn't have any, so in the meantime he only has his thumb. He wishes to have a paci and a onsie one day...

[lensman-arms-race]

Skibidi Toilet episode 78

Holy shit, Boom cooked! How was that fourteen minutes? It felt like three!

I did like getting the whole episode in one go instead of in parts. I hope Boom does it this way from now on (maybe with the odd non-canon silly short here and there to tide us over).

I expect a big part of why it took so long was from sorting out the lawsuit with Next Level! And... we've heard several times 'the episodes will take less time to make', and then that didn't happen. I think what happens is that Boom pushes himself to try something new, it takes ages for him to work it out, then he says 'okay, I know how to do that now, I can churn that out quickly!' And then, instead of only using the techniques he's already mastered, he pushes himself to try something else new, and the cycle repeats. Maybe it'll go faster if he keeps Deer from Ohio on permanently!

Naturally, spoilers abound.

Toilet-Cam 2.0! :D

Notice how the Skibidi is working on the cyan side and the Camera is working on the amber side (the colours of each other's factions)!

(I don't like the helmet, though. An asset made for a round-headed human looks stupid on a rectangular-headed creature.)

It'll be interesting to see what this thing does. The first Toilet-Cam was made to infiltrate the Skibs, but now that they're working on the same side (at least for now), what can it do with a toilet body that it couldn't do with an Alliance strider body?

Notice this geezer with a missile launcher. I hope we get to see him use it - he looks like a grizzled old grandpa-type character who'll probably say something badass.

I took this screengrab for the cute Soundkind (who is possibly echolocating! They're making cute woob sounds), but what is that on the bed in the background?

Looks like a naked melted guy. Is this a Half-Life asset?

Cutesy reference to Steak the YouTuber. :D (That's not me reaching - Boom did send Steak this scene as a leak and joked that it was a reference.)

...Where did that meat come from? I don't think we've seen normal animals in Skibidi Toilet ever! (The Skibidi kitty does not count as a 'normal' animal.)

The Cams get a transmission error and this one taps its head to perform percussive maintenance. That's adorable!

Not that it really matters either way, but who sent this? I'm guessing it's the TVs because of the purple. If it was the Secret Agent, we'd expect it to be green because he's done that to Cameras before.

Holy shit - I think this is the first on-screen human death that wasn't in a goofy fashion. (The humans who were killed near the church died just off-screen.) Piranha Judge Dredd bites this poor lady's head off!

I only noticed this because someone on Reddit pointed it out: you can see the lady's eyeball embedded in Piranha-guy's teeth.

Is this guy a young Astro like the Juggernaut puppy? Are all baby Astros fucking ugly and they turn more human-like as they grow older?

...Do Astros take on the physical appearance of whatever species they devour the most?

I'm not sure what's going on here. Duchess coughs/spits into her hand - what is she doing? She appears, has a munch on the dead lady and comments on how raw the meat is, then gets shot at by POV. What provokes her to spit into her hand right now?

I suppose it's too much to hope that the human lady ingested something that's poisonous to Astros and now it's affecting Duchess, bwoo ha ha.

There were unionized group of researchers in Eastern Europe. Their status is unknown. You need to rescue and deliver the survivors.

Who's this referring to? I assume it's a group of humans we haven't met yet. Could it be where the Secret Agent worked before he became the Administrator of Alpha Hills? And holy crap - we're about to get our first Skibidi POV episode!

A tiny interaction, but an informative one. Buzzsaw (now equipped with the portable POV camera) gives a thumbs-up to Tri-Cam, who doesn't return it (with a slight head-shake no). Buzz is happily going along with the truce for now (in fact, it was his squad-mate Rambo who initiated it!), but Tri-Cam isn't happy about it.

What a huge size difference between Tri-Cam and the two newer soldier Cams! I think the first techfolk built by humans were more or less human-sized because they were supposed to be able to work in the same spaces as us, but now that human civilisation has collapsed that's no longer important. The techfolk are free to design their shells to meet their needs.

Sabre's moobs are absolutely getting bigger over time, aren't they? Either that or he's bad at reading washing instructions and keeps shrinking his clothes.

I wonder if the scarf-wearing TV is inspired by any fan-made characters? Giving TVs scarves seems to be a popular design choice!

I saw someone on Reddit suggest these are the first three TVs we see. The first two normal TVs we 'officially' see go ;) and c: - and although Sabre doesn't officially appear until much later, there is a purple-screened TV visible in some background scenes as far back as episode 30-something. That could well be Sabre!

The TVs teleport away - now we know they haven't stopped using the teleportation network altogether.

Firstly: Polycephaly, my beloved! Swoon!

Secondly: "Hugs?" - has Boom seen Drakk's Buzzsaw x Polycephaly fics??! 👀

I reckon he's at least looked at fanfics in aggregate (or had someone compile the info for him) just to get an idea of what characters and pairings are most popular.

If I go on AO3 and have it show me Skibidi Toilet fics and exclude crossovers and fics under 1000 words (because those are more likely to be stupid joke fics), I get 271 results. That means that the currently 18 Buzz x Poly fics are a not insignificant chunk of them!

I laughed like a twat. When the figurines for Polycephaly and Buzzsaw come out, they need to be made so that Buzz's hand fits Poly's crotch.

You can't tell from the still image, but Polycephaly makes a very subtle jolt and Buzz very slightly caresses with his thumb. Yes, it's funny, but it's also so delightful how Boom puts so many tiny details into his animations.

...Missed opportunity for Buzz to say 'Now I know why they call you Polycephaly'.

God, I wish that were me.

(I wish Polycephaly didn't tuck his tie into his trousers; it's not a good look. My boy needs a cummerbund or something.)

But then!

Big lore drop incoming that made my brainworms squeal.

We travel through the void... and Polycephaly speaks forwards.

Do you possess even dimliest concept of what this place is?

Is it future? Or is it past?

Is this the moment G-Toilet crashed to Earth?

Maybe Titan TV said 'you can't kill the dead' because TVs perceive time in reverse. From their point of view, they start off dead. 👀

Presumably we're really seeing these scenes in the void - if they were just Buzzsaw's hallucinations, the portable camera wouldn't be able to pick those up.

What resides in the corners of this darkness and what happens when outside entity stays there for too long? One of us has the answer.

Ohhh my goodness, oh my goodness, this makes my tits erect. The Void as a spoopy domain is a concept I use in my fics, and I'm not the only one to think it. I reckon either Boom reads fanfic, or we fic-writers have very similar ideas to Boom on what TVs and the Void should do. Both of which are very gratifying!

Jeffrey wouldn't mind some company.

Banging my head on the wall. Eating my own hands. Biting pieces off the wall and eating my teeth. /positive

Jeffrey. My beloved.

Twisted abomination of a TV that resides in the corners of this darkness. Who stayed there too long. Oh my goodness. The lore. The implications.

(I even had a somewhat similar idea for an OC, but it was in RP only so Boom couldn't possibly have seen it. That means we really do have similar ideas about TVs. Oh wow.)

Can Jeffrey leave the void? Does he want to? Is it his prison, or his home? Was he a prototype for Polycephaly? The first TV to discover and attempt teleportation? So many juicy possibilities!

I wonder if Boom did that so he could see what fics would emerge as a result?

Also lmao at the mood whiplash from ball-grab to eldritch fuckery. (Was Buzz holding onto Poly's robot knackers during that whole monologue?)

Lord help me, I'm gonna fuckin' kill.

Oh, Buzz has two hands now? Guess the saw bit is detachable.

Buzz's swords slice off Astro heads with ease - hopefully the Skibs share these upgrades with the Alliance.

The sword bit on Polycephaly's back is actually a sword!

No prisoners, Bozo.

Buzz performs his second on-screen war crime. (Killing an enemy who's surrendered - the first one was killing a medic.)

Rest in shit.

Brilliant line. And one I'm surprised I've never heard before.

Oh, there's the saw. And yes, he does do with it just what it looks as though he's about to do.

(That is a weird sentence. English is weird.)

Probably a war crime, but the Geneva Convention likely doesn't protect alien invaders.

It's pretty funny the juxtaposition between how brutal the actual Skibidi Toilet canon is, compared to the funny little toys that you can buy in toy shops next to the Pokemon plushies and Five Fortnights at Poppy's or whatever kids like these days.

Wow, even in the post-apocalypse YouTube rebuilt their building after G-Toilet flattened it! :D

So who's the purple streak?

Him! The he! My beloved boy!

"You're screwed." [unscrews]

Genius bit of subtitling. :D

The Detainer claws are growing on me a bit. I still prefer those cuddly stems, though. Also Polycephaly needs his poly of cephalus.

Tiny bit of character building: Buzz says "Nice job, friend" and Poly replies "Watch yo back, dumbass." Polycephaly says 'watch your back' instead of 'shut the fuck up' or similar. (Well, I assume it's true to the subs; I haven't bothered playing it backwards to find out.)

Larry shows us he's not just a pretty face. (Is he called that because of the phrase 'happy as Larry'?)

...Wow! Can all the TVs detach and fly their heads now?

Bwoo ha ha! Yesmate!

Buzzsaw helpfully takes Larry's body with him. It's funny how it stays rigid instead of ragdolling. :D (Also, Larry has now touched Polycephaly's balls by proxy.)

Poor Buzzsaw gets left behind on the battlefield because he takes action to stop a cloaked Astro from hijacking Polycephaly's teleport. The text 'spy detected' was presumably rendered by the portable camera - is it relaying its HUD to Buzz's shades? Or is Buzz just very good at spotting things? He is a former human, after all, and we're very good at noticing patterns and deviations!

Larry's head is still in the field piloting the dead Astro, so presumably Larry's headless body will arrive back at base. I'd like to think that people put things in the neckhole and take silly selfies with it. Maybe incompetent workers get berated with 'Larry is more productive than you' (because he just sits there and doesn't break anything).

Maybe Larry eventually makes his way back to base and finds his body being used as a vase.

Larry (still piloting the Astro shell) doesn't seem to notice Buzz or be inclined to help him. Larry is now a Chekhov's Gun for sure. Is Larry on a mission to retrieve Titan TV's shoulder-screen that got left behind at the fight with Juggernaut? Something has to happen with that screen! Boom made a conscious decision to have it fall off intact instead of being obviously damaged beyond repair.

Luckily for Buzz, the Soundkind have been cooking!

Notice the silly guy jumping.

...I'm really baffled by how many people seem to think this was Titan Speakerman. The scale is clearly all wrong, there's no core, and the silhouette is too different for it to read as the same character.

At first I thought this was just a large speakerman and they're now all this tanked up, but it seems this is an elite unit! Boom said their name is Executor - I suspect Boom was going for 'Executioner' but English isn't his first language.

Boom also called Executor a 'semi-Titan'. Maybe we'll start seeing these giant elites in the other factions too? (Though Polycephaly arguably could count as the TVs' semi-Titan.)

Well, now we know why the episode took so long. It probably took 3 months just to render all these bloody particles!

She! The her! Oh my fucking goodness!

The shorts version of this scene had Everybody Wants to Rule the World, which was some welcome nostalgia but I prefer the soundtrack in the full version. It needs the gnarly synthwave.

The crosses are a certainly a choice of imagery. They're the wrong way around to be a reference to cross-guard lightsabres. (Are they an Evangelion reference? I've never seen that but I've heard it has lots of cruciform imagery because the makers thought it looked cool.)

There's an exciting moment of character development when Speaker Matriarch throws Buzz's sword back to him. It wasn't that long ago they were on opposite sides, and the Matriarch watched her comrade Dark Speakerman die at the hands of Buzz's comrade. And yet she's willing to fight alongside him for now.

If this is how juiced up the Executor and the Matriarch are, how fucking overpowered is the Titan going to be?

No more hiding.

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (29)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: smut (MDNI), piv, unprotected sex (we don't do that here),

A/N NOT BETA. YOU GUYS! If you would like to be huge supporters for me check out my KO-FI link in my bio. It will be in my masterlist as well. It would be a huge help not just to support my financial needs but to also help me continue writing.

The boys had called you all to Namjoon bedroom the moment you had arrived at work. You began to worry a bit but went along with their demands. When Jin opened up the door for you, all the boys were waiting for you looking a bit tense.

“What's going on?” You asked, looking around.

“We've come up with something to break free from here.” Hoseok explained to you.

“Tell me!” You gasped, eyes going wide at the prospect of finally being able to take the boys out. “Please, I'll try my best!” You told them.

All the boys let out a breath, almost worried that you wouldn’t be willing to help them. It wasn’t that they didn’t believe in you, it was more of the fact that they were worried about you thinking how this would affect your future. That didn’t seem to be the case though.

“It's a bit complicated and we have to make sure you have all the resources ready for this.” Namjoon grabbed onto your hand. “You will be risking your life as well as the people around you. We want to keep you safe.”

You smiled softly at him, placing a hand on his cheek as you rubbed his skin with your thumb. “Anything.” You told him. “I promise I'll follow everything.”

“The east part is taking us out.” Yoongi spoke from the bed. “However, it's after that we'll have to move quick.” He turned to you. “You're going to lose your job after this, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Saving you and everybody else from eternal abuse over some petty job that–mind you–is doing the abuse?” You spoke up. “A million times over; I have my degree. We'll take down this company for all its horrors.”

The boys looked at each other, giving each other a nod. You were different. Something they waited years for. It was finally time for them to go home.

“Taehyung has the ability to transfigure things—us included.” Hoseok began. “He'll turn us into something that won't be noticeable in your pockets. You'll take us out of the facility once everyone is going home after work.”

“And then?” You asked.

“From there we have until morning before they notice we’re gone.” Jin answered.

You weren’t going to be able to turn up to work the next day if you wanted to get them to safety as quickly as possible. The only thing that left you unsettled was leaving behind everyone else while taking the boys out. You knew they would never leave them behind but that didn’t stop you from feeling guilty.

“What about everyone else?” You looked at all of them.

“We can't risk getting everyone out at one time.” Namjoon sighed. “I know it's terrible but they'll have to wait just a bit more.”

“Okay.” You nodded your head.

Namjoon pulled you into his side, placing his chin over your head.

“Once we leave here though, we have to make haste to Yuri lake.” Yoongi sat up, legs falling off the side of Namjoon’s bed.

“There is no time to delay. We have to get home to tell Bang Nim about what Hanseol is doing.” Hoseok finished.

“Yuri lake?” You pondered. “The moon pool in the mountains?”

“Hobi said it's on your grandparents property.” Jimin spoke up.

“It is.” You nodded. “My grandpa still lives there. He's said he was going to leave it to my mother and her siblings after he passes.” You spoke softly thinking about your grandfather.

While you had lived in Gwangju with your parents, your grandparents lived in the Wolchulsan countryside. They had an entire mountain range in their backyard, what kind of child wouldn’t enjoy going to see it. You spent all your summers with your grandparents because you had always loved going to explore their farm as a child. The mountains also had tons of cave systems within them. One of which you could recall had a moon pool inside.

Your grandmother passed away a few years ago, right after you finished your studies. She had been so proud of you when you told your grandparents you were accepted into the university in Seoul. While you told her you were going to the big city, you would still be coming back down to see them during the summer.

And you had been. You still went the past summer to spend time with your grandpa. You would go back and forth between your home with your parents and the farm with your grandfather. The only thing on your mind was making sure to call beforehand to tell him that you were going to be visiting.

“(Y/N), if we do this your grandfather will also be in danger.” Namjoon pulled you back to look at you.

“Then we find a way to keep him safe.” You told him. “He'll understand. He can be stubborn but he knows when there is danger he has to leave.”

“Is that it?” You asked, wanting to be sure they were ready for it.

All the boys looked to Namjoon waiting for his response. “I guess so.”

You spent an hour going over more plans for the escape with the boys. There was a good amount of trust going into Taehyung but everyone spoke that they believed in him. They were all proud of what he was able to do with you so they were more than trustful in him.

When they all left Namjoon’s room, you almost felt like crying at the idea of finally taking them out of this place. This past month and half has been something unforgettable. You wouldn’t imagine going into a new job would entitle working for magical creatures that exist. Or being hired by a demon that could erase your mind.

It was a bit mind blowing how much you managed to find out in just a couple of days. Everything you ever thought of–understood–had changed completely in the span of a couple of hours. You also didn’t realize how much love you had to give until you found seven different men to give it to.

When you turned around, you found Namjoon sitting at the edge of his bed, head in his hands as he rubbed at his face. You walked up to him, slotting yourself between his legs making him look up at you. As you took his wrist into your hands, he opened his eyes a pur coming from his chest at the sight of you.

“You're worried.” You told him.

“Is it that obvious?” He scoffed, taking his arms from you.

He wrapped them around your waist, sticking his face into your chest. You giggled as he rubbed his cheeks against them, the rumble from his chest causing you to smile.

“Namjoon, you've given up so much.” You told him softly, running your hand through his hair. “And I know you have tried so hard to save everyone.” You pulled his face up to look at you. “It's your turn to be saved. Let me do that for you.”

“I don't want you to get hurt.” He whispered.

“One scratch on me is nothing compared to the wounds you've suffered.” You softly placed your lips onto his.

There was something about Namjoon that made you let go of everything. LIke you knew he was going to take care of you. The way he kissed you was soft, but you knew deep down that you were meant to allow him access to all that you had. He was a dominating person who demanded attention wherever he walked. And just like that he was a dominating person in bed too.

His large hands were splayed along your back, making you arch your chest into his. As he pulled you closer, you placed a knee down between his legs but he didn’t want you there. He quickly took a hold of your thigh and moved to place your knee on the other side of his hips. He did the same with your other leg, gradually making you sit down in his lap.

Once you locked your legs behind him, Namjoon stood up with you and turned you around to lay you on the bed comfortably. Feeling Namjoon press his chest onto yours and engulf your body made you feel small. Not physically but like you weren’t as powerful as you thought yourself to be.

For once you had finally met someone who you were willing to let everything go for.

Namjoon placed a hand near your head, leaning up to stare down at you. Your breath got caught in your throat, hands going to touch his chest. He was taking in breaths through his mouth, trying to come up with what to say.

“Namjoon?” You quietly spoke.

He shut his eyes tightly, fisting the sheets near your head. He dropped his forehead down to yours which caused you to gasp. You felt his hot searing skin touch you but it was gone the next moment. You wanted to rub at the spot wondering where the pain went.

“What happened?” You asked him.

He still had his eyes shut, but the moment they opened up his pupils quickly reduced in size and turned slitted. You gasped quietly as purple swirled around his irises, completely overtaking his dark eyes.

“My body temperature was rising and I didn’t want to hurt you.” He whispered.

“Namjoon we can stop–” You tried to say but he shook his head.

“No,” He told you, leaning down to give you a kiss. “It’s just what Jungkook went through. I’ve just lived long enough to know how to have a handle over it.”

He leaned forward again, planting his lips with yours in a rush. Your head began to feel dizzy at the heat coming off of Namjoon. However for some reason it was only making you more aware of everything around you. The hairs on your arm were standing up–your core was starting to get slick without so much as a thought crossing your mind to arouse you.

Namjoon pulled back from your lips with a pop, making quick work to take off your pants and underwear causing you to gasp.

“Namjoon?” You called to him.

Looking up, your eyes went wide as they took in his hooded expression and clenched jaw. He looked bigger to you for some reason. Steam was coming off his body that left you worried about his safety as well as yours.

After taking off his clothing, like a predator, he slowly placed his hands on the bed, crawling over your body to make you lean back onto the bed. He kept his head down, keeping his purple eyes on yours.

“Namjoon?” You whispered again, eyes drifting down to his lips.

“I have a hold of it.” He answered. “My body won’t hurt you. Not in this kind of state.”

You nodded your head, at a loss for words as you became dizzy again. The only thing you could think about was how cold your legs seemed to be. Namjoon’s warmth that radiated from his chest seemed to have an effect on you and you were basking in it.

You felt a shiver wrack down your body as Namjoon’s lips went to your neck. As he moved lower, he pushed your shirt up to expose more of your skin, taking in a deep breath when he reached your navel. He stopped for a moment, nose twitching at your heat that was bare for him to feel on his chest.

You felt his fingers twitch at your side, digging into your skin as they warmed up your body more than it already was. You flinched a bit when Namjoon suddenly shot his head up, looking up at you.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked you.

You gave him a small smile, reaching a hand out to stroke his cheek. “I’m okay.” You told him.

“Then hold on.”

Your eyes went wide at the smirk he gave you, quickly hiding from your stare as his head was suddenly buried between your legs. You didn’t get the chance to comprehend what he was doing seeing as the moment his tongue touched your heat you let out a moan and tried to clench your legs.

The way he moved along your lower lips was much different to the way Jungkook had. The younger man was sloppy, using everything and making sure to cover everything. However Namjoon was precise in what he did. The tip of his tongue probed at your entrance, going up and down your slit.

You arched your back into his face, gasping out trying to take in some kind of breath but it seemed Namjoon kept taking it right out of you. He grew annoyed with your twitching it seemed, quickly leaning up as he shifted one of your legs down onto the bed and the other higher up to his shoulder.

The position had you crying and your muscles stretching. He had you wide open to accommodate him, dragging your body up to his mouth. When you heard him growl your vision went blank for a moment.

With the heat that seemed to act like an aphrodisiac and the sounds rumbling out of his chest, you began to feel your orgasm building up. You tried to reach out for Namjoon, crying out as you couldn’t find something to hold onto. He must have felt your conflict because he quickly removed a hand to reach out towards you.

As his fingers curled around yours, your vision went black and your legs twitched at your orgasm. As our core clenched and unclenched, Namjoon allowed himself to place his entire mouth on you to suck whatever it was you would give him.

When your orgasm finally stopped, Namjoon softly dropped your legs down onto the bed, messaging your skin to calm you down from your high. With your open mouth and blissed out expression, Namjoon smiled crawling back up to your face.

You slowly opened your eyes, taking him in above you. Leaning up to brush your lips against his, you wanted to feel him on you again to calm down your nerves. He moved to brush his fingertips against your cheeks, placing his forehead against yours. Your eyes slipped closed as strong emotions of love and care overtook you.

“You’re one of us now.” He whispered to you. “We won’t allow anything to happen to you.”

You gasped quietly at the feeling of his length between the both of you. Namjoon stood back up, one leg placed on the edge of the bed. Grabbing onto your hips he quickly dragged you closer to the end, allowing him to slot between your legs. He made you lock your legs behind his back, going back to give you a searing kiss after he got you where he wanted.

You felt your body relax rather than tense at his intrusion. There wasn’t a burn like the others, instead all you felt was immense pleasure. The pants you let out in Namjoon’s ear had him growling again. The blunt nails digging into the skin of your hips made you mewl at the feeling.

The moment Namjoon was sheathed all the way, all you could think about was clawing at his back and wanting him to move. Even if he didn’t have to wait, he still took a moment. Judging from how he seemed to clench his eyes shut, it probably had to be because he didn’t want to finish too quickly.

And the moment your hips tried to move to gain some kind of friction, that was all it took for Namjoon to slam your hips down with a warning growl and his purple eyes to stare down at you. You squeaked out, quickly stopping your movements.

He leaned back to your ear. “I’m not trying to scare you, Little One.” He said breathlessly. “But I’m the one taking care of you. Be patient.”

You nodded quickly, moving to touch any part of him in order to ground you back down to the plane of the living. And the moment he felt your body relax once more, he began to move his hips.

You once again felt the dominance he had about him that made you want to allow him to take care of you. It wasn’t that you were going into a separate head space, it was just that Namjoon had that air about him that was caring. Something that made him someone others looked up to when it came to their problems. For you, it was just an emotion you were no stranger to. You had always been someone who cared for people, and for once there was someone who wanted to care for you.

With Namjoon leaning over your body, your fingers dug into his back. And when your second orgasm was approaching you began to grip onto it tightly. Even in your orgasmic bliss, you didn’t want to scratch at his back for fear of hurting his already damaged skin.

When Namjoon’s orgasm came full force, your eyes snapped open at the roar he let out. His eyes seemed to glow and his teeth were much sharper than normal. It was a sight to see someone like Namjoon let go in such a primal way.

He had quickly pulled out before anything happened. He let go onto the floor rather than on you, dropping both hands down near you after his high began to go down. Your own need to take care of him began to swell in your chest as you watch him try to calm down.

You moved from your position, slowly dragging his arm up with you to led him to lay down. He was sluggish, tired from the entire deal. You smiled softly at his look. You almost wanted to cry with how much it seemed everything was weighing on him. For once he had let go of that stress.

Namjoon pulled you closer, swallowing as his eyes closed shut. “Why are you upset?” He asked you.

You pulled back from his chest, looking up at him. “Because–you’re always so stressed and for once you need someone to care for you.” You lean up just a bit. “I know that might be how you act but trust me in this.” You reached over to give him a soft kiss.

“It’s your turn to be cared for.”

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Loyalist of Clubs.

There are so many regrets born out of ignorance. So many bonds lost to time.

He wishes he could have done more then.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

“Wh-What’s happening, Trey?”

The question comes from the boy huddled on the guest bed. He’s smallish and demure, like a rose bud yet to bloom. His eyes and cheeks are the same color as his hair—red, from crying.

Trey awkwardly peels himself away from the door. Even shut, shouting is audible from beyond it.

“HE KIDNAPPED MY SON!! Bring him back this instant, or I’ll call the authorities!”

“Ma’am, please calm down. They’re children—”

Trey pictures Mrs. Rosehearts as a balloon, bright red and inflated with hot air. The more she screams, the more air leaks put of her twisted mouth. She shrinks and shrinks until she poofs out of existence.

It doesn’t feel right to stand, so he sits on the bed beside his friend. The frame groans from their combined weights, light as they are.

“… I’m not sure,” Trey admits. “I saw you upset and grabbed your hand and ran. I didn’t want you to be stuck in that situation anymore.”

He pats a pillow. Attempts to comfort his friend.

“You can stay here.” Forever, if you want. But he doesn’t say that, only hopes it in his heart. The solution is so simple in his kid mind. “At least until your mom isn’t mad anymore.”

“Is that… allowed?”

“Sure it is. My parents won’t mind—er, probably. They like having new people over. We’ll pretend it’s a normal sleepover.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s when you sleep over at another person’s house—that’s where the name comes from. You stay up late, watch movies, play games, eat snacks, and then fall asleep together.”

Riddle’s eyes widen. “That sounds like breaking so many rules,” he says nervously.

“Those are the rules for sleepovers. The point is to have fun.”

“Fun…” Riddle nibbles on his lip, drawing his knees closer to his torso. He hugs his legs, collapsing into himself with a sniff. “I-I don’t know—I don’t like not knowing. I’m scared, Trey. Mama is so angry with me. I’m not supposed to…”

“It’s okay to not know. No one knows everything.”

“Mama does. Everyone says so. That’s why she’s always right.”

“That’s not true. I know she’s wrong about this—about us, and about Che’nya.” He grabs Riddle’s clammy hand and squeezes. “She can’t keep us three from being friends.”

“We are…?”

“Yup.” Trey pokes him, then points to himself, “We’re friends. And friends stick up for each other, watch each other’s backs.”

Riddle hesitates. “Is that… the rule?”

“You can think of it like that if you want. But I didn’t do any of this because of some rule, I did it because I wanted to help you somehow, any way I can."

"B-But we're just kids. What can we do?"

Trey worriedly glances at the door--the adults' voices haven't quieted at all--then at Riddle and the stress deeply etched into his round face. This isn't a good place for him right now either.

"We could... go over to Che'nya's. He and his grandpa will be happy to see us, and we can all have that sleepover.”

Riddle looks bewildered at the mere suggestion. "We're going to leave?"

"Shouldn't be too hard. We've already played hooky before," Trey says, tugging him up and off the bed by the arm. "Besides, a walk can help take your mind off of things."

We can be ourselves. We can forget our worries. Everything can be as it was.

Riddle’s eyes are wide with alarm. His knees wobble, and Trey catches him.

“It’ll be fine! I’ll be with you all the way—so if we get yelled at, we can be yelled at together. You won’t be alone.”

Not ever again.

Riddle responds in a shaky mew. His cheeks are wet from crying, and his words trembling—but his trust is firm. “O-Okay… I believe in you. Let’s go. Let’s go see Che’nya.”

Trey smiles reassuringly. “Alright, we’ll escape through the window. It’s a classic. You know how to do it safely by now, right?”

“Yes…!”

The two boys scramble to the bedroom window, undoing its latch and sliding it up. Trey leads the charge, easily clearing the sill. He looks back, urging Riddle to follow.

The threshold is daunting, less the boundary between inside and out and more like the bridge to a world unknown. When Riddle charges at the open window, he expects to smack into the wall. To fall, to fail.

The ground rumbles,

Splintering, fissures appearing.

“You got this!!” Trey cheers from the other side.

Riddle vaults too early and slips.

Panic shoots through him like a bolt of lightning.

Something erupts from out of the floor, racing under the boy to break his fall. Riddle lands on a thick, cushy stalk, leaves twisting around it. Above him, a giant head of petals--blue, bell-shaped, and ringing.

Bluebell.

Another flower sprouts by the boy's feet, bearing a crimson mouth--two lips, pulled back in a laugh. "Frolic, rejoice," says the Tulip. "Be free.”

“Free, free,” a patch of tiny, shrinking violets choruses.

“To dance around the posies and spin daisy chains and search for four leaf clovers.”

“We’ll lift you up when you’re down.”

Plants are poking out from every inch of the guest room, making their own quips and banter. Trey should be startled, but instead he laughs and waves for Riddle.

He waves back shyly, then gasps. His feet find something squishy yet solid under them.

Mushrooms with flat caps, a whole flight of them, in ascending height. The boy clumsily crosses them, each step sending up a cloud of fat, lazy spores. Riddle sneezes, nearly careening off the side—but a wall of snapping dragons or sly gloves in foxes closes in, surprisingly gentle as they support him.

He hops over the sill with ease.

And the flowers follow.

It’s a rainbow come alive, color sprawling over the roads and knitting rooftops with new lattice designs. Some designs dare to go higher and flashier: beanstalks that pierce the clouds, fruit clusters so heavy they bend and droop, petals dripping with jewels. Even the air is more jubilant, filled with shimmering particles--pollen?

Sunshine opens on Riddle’s face.

“Whaaaa~ So pretty!!”

“Isn’t it?” Trey’s grin is so wide his teeth ache. “We should hurry and get Che’nya so he can see this too.”

“It’s going to take so long to wade through all of this.”

“Fine by me." Trey grabs his friend's hand. It feels so small in his, and he thinks of a seed in need of water and light. "We can take our time to stop and smell the roses!”

His other hand reaches out and finds the stem of a large passing dandelion tuft. It forms an umbrella from its fuzzy white tendrils, the perfect shape for sailing on the wind.

Whoosh.

Trey and Riddle squeal as they're whisked off.

Up, up, and away, where their troubles can't chase them.

[shybongocat]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 22~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Morning arrived. The shop been eerily quiet today, no job requests from people in need or Morrison bugging us with jobs to take care of. It was calming to not be constantly on edge for stuff like that reminding you of the simple things in life before your world turned into literal hell.

You were to the first to wake up, Vergil and Dante remained soundly sleeping on the bed, Vergil lightly snoring while Dante snored like a caveman. You made you laugh how they could be such polar opposites from each other, must be nice having a sibling.

You didn’t drown in their sleeping forms for too long as you quietly got from the bed and hopped to your feet. The air felt chilly as it was peak morning hours, the sun just barely peaking over the horizon. You walked toward the door as you quietly closed it behind you. As you shifted towards the hall, you noticed a shadowy figure down the other side of the hall.

“My-my looks like someone’s an early bird I see” the low husky tone echoed down the hall. It surprised for a second, its shadowy figure soon approaches the dim light of opening to the front of the shop. V walked into frame, cane in hand. “Haha.. just wanted to get some fresh air” you nervously chuckled, slowly making your way down the hall. “I too was also thinking the same thing. Wanna join me?” V offered, extending his free hand out to you. Your mind hesitated for a moment as you approached V, you turned your head back to Dante room, his snoring loud as ever still sounded from his room.

Shouldn’t be to bad right? Just going for a walk for some fresh air. You took a deep breath before your lips parted “sure”

V simply smiled as he took your hand in his, leading the way to the entrance of the shop. He opened the door as he waited beside it, bowing down to you gesturing you lady’s first. You softly chuckled as you accepted the gesture, walking out first into the open street, the wind blowed lightly, goosebumps prickling your skin but it weirdly felt nice, the nice chill air enveloping your lungs. This hit the spot.

V tapped your shoulder, his cane clacking on the ground. You turned to him flashing a soft smile, walking along the sidewalk ahead of him.

-

You and V walked for some time, passing by closed shops or restaurants. You remembered that one coffee and breakfast shop Vergil took you once, that was the first ever date you’ve ever been on. The way his face soften at the slight chuckle you made, or just holding his hand. You sometimes miss those sweet times with him.

V caught you lost in thought, his eyes studying you carefully. He finally understood why his other half found you so enthralling, so captivating with such unique beauty. As your h/c hair softly flowed in the wind revealing more of your facial features, your eyes staring absentmindedly ahead, the sun now peaking the horizon, capturing your e/c eyes in its rays, it glittered like the most pristine diamond he’s even seen. Your skins casting soft shadows along your s/c skin.

“Hey hey! V don’t get too lost in her why don’tcha?” Griffon cawed from behind. The sudden voice sent your body into full guard mode, leaping ahead as you turned around in a battle ready stance. The bird squealed as it wings flapped quickly, also startled. V remained unnerved as he pinched his nose in annoyance. You were puzzled seeing what looks to be a demon bird flying next to him.

“Do not be alarmed my angel, he is just my familiar” V huffed, extending his arm sideways for it to perch on its forearm.

Familiars? Now that you think about it, you do remember your grandpa telling you that demons can summons familiars and stuff. He would go on about him fighting demons that could summons powerful familiar's at will during his time as a demon hunter.

“Oh-okay” you replied, taking a deep breath in, sighing with relief you weren’t in demon territory at this time.

“The name griffon if this knuckle head didn’t tell ya already” griffon cawed, leaping off V’s arm flying toward you. His wings flapped as he circled around you studying you. You were weary of it still, keeping a sharp eye on him.

Griffon hummed as he retreated from you and back over to V’s side “oh yea V, she’s definitely unique” he whispered. You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms against you chest, curious to when he ment. The air began to warm up as the suns rays finally shined down over head. You and V turned your head toward the sun, shading your eyes in the process.

Everyone must be waking up soon. Maybe it’s best to head back before Dante has another fit again with V.

“Let head back now” you said, tone soft as your eyes averted over to V. He simply nodded as you both walked side by side back to the shop.

The walk back wasn’t too long as you only walked a couple of blocks away, so you weren’t really too worried if Dante ever found you with V.

-

Approaching the shop, you noticed the devil may cry sign was on. Your mind went straight to Lady since you know she’s always an early bird like you. Your hunches were soon proven right as you and V approached the door. Lady was occupying herself with sweeping and dusting off the furniture. You opened the doors as you and V walked in, lady turned her head to see you two. “Oh hey guys! Why you guys up so early?” Lady questioned, her eyebrows raised slightly. “Just wanted to get some fresh air and stuff” you replied, walking over to her picking up a used duster aiding her in tiding up the shop. She smiled appreciating the help as she resumed sweeping dust bunnies from nooks and cracks.

It wasn’t long before you and lady completed cleaning up what you could of the shop. V quietly kept to himself on the couch, reading a book, griffon cuddled up on his lap in a loaf, and this black panther named shadow he told you about as you cleaned, though you were half listening. You saw him laid resting behind his legs, V using him as a makeshift foot stand. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t jealous oh him having such cute companions. You’ve never grew up with pets before as you mother never allowed any animals of the sort in her house. Which you understood as to keep the house clean and spotless but still it was always on your mind.

“Fuck… that was a good ass nap” Dante voice rang out as he yawned, walking into view from the hallway, Vergil how lazily followed behind, his eyes still lidded from sleep. You and lady looked over to them, greeting them good morning. Dante exchanged you both good mornings as well while Vergil hummed. V remained silent, still glued to his book.

“Where were you babe? I put you down to sleep and the next thing I see your gone.. thought some lousy demon snatched you or something” Dante teased, leaning down to kiss you cupping your cheek with his hand. You rolled your eyes jokingly “just want tot get some fresh air” you replied, nudging him in the side. Vergil wrapped his arms around you from behind, embracing your delicate figure, planting a kiss on your head. You felt warm inside seeing them bathe you in affection.

-

The day went on without a fuss, Nero finally took up on the offer to get flight lessons from Dante, tho he wanted to die inside even doing it but Kyrie insisted he learn so he obeyed. You joined them in watching Nero flight lesson. Kyrie, Nico and lady joined as well while Trish and V remained back the shop. You didn’t want to force her so you all followed behind Dante and Nero.

You guys soon arrived in an open lot, debris everywhere but mostly open.

“This will be your training ground nephew” Dante announced, chuckling lowly. Nero groaned feeling deeply annoyed “don’t call me that..” he hissed, rolling his eyes. “Tough cookie huh?” Dante laughed before regaining composure. “Alright! Lesson one, shift into your devil trigger” Dante said slacking his posture arms crossed. Nero nodded shifting into his devil trigger. You and girls watched by the sidelines on a rusted bleacher, it was a weird feeling being there, feeling like your some mom watching their kid play sports. You weirdly liked it,

“Good, now I’ll demonstrate first” Dante says, quickly shifting into his devil trigger. “Now it’s almost like riding a bike, you just get the feeling on your new appendage then..” as dante spread his wings, preparing for lift off “fly” Dante voice echoed into the air as he leaped into the air.

“You got this baby!” Kyrie cheered, her smile flashing at Nero. He glanced over to her seeing his beloved cheering for him, sending a shock of encouragement through him.

Dante soon descended from the air as she landed on the dirt ground, a gust of dust encircling him. “Now you try” Dante motioned his to Nero.

Nero tried spreading his ghostly wings out, it looked stiff and jagged as he concentrated hard. “Fuck! I can’t do this!” Nero whined, losing his concentration “whoah whoah there, don’t give up so quick” Dante eases, slowly approaching Nero “don’t concentrate to hard or you’ll never learn, just.. think without thinking it” Dante instructs, maneuvering behind him, his hand guiding along his wings to relax it. “Okay..” Nero sighs, shutting his eyes softly. “Just imagine yourself swimming, how your body instinctively keeps you afloat” Dante says, taking a step back.

Nero wings relaxes as it spreads wide, it shifts from hand like wings to a more bird like appearance, almost like an.. angel. His wings slowly begin to flap, Nero carefully concentrating, gusts of dust flying around his wings as it continues to flap. Dante smirked watching him, he’s a fast learner, just like his father.

Everyone watched intently as Nero begin to slightly lift off the ground, everyone was amazed. As quick as he lifted he soon fell as he lost his concentration. “Fuck!” Nero hissed, Dante chuckled slowly clapping. “There you go kid, you get the feeling now?” Dante questioned teasingly, bending down to his level with a sly smirk. Nero rolled his eyes “somewhat I guess” he huffs, regaining posture trying again.

-

It was nearing close to sunset and Nero was only able to to fly just a few feet off the ground. It wasn’t much but it was plenty of progress for day 1 on training, so you’ll give him credit for that.

There were empty pizza boxes scattered around the bleachers. Dante snoozing away on the bleachers seats, while Nero practiced on the open lot.

Kyrie felt it was good enough to call it a day, as she called out to Nero “let’s take a break for today honey!” Nero glanced her to her “alright babe” he calls back shifting out of his devil trigger, running toward the bleachers. You tapped Dante chest waking him from his nap “time to go” you soft speak, he hums as he gets up, stretching his tense muscles before getting up.

Soon everyone got up and made our way back to the shop. It was a very relaxing day, no demon attacks, no danger lurking about. Just peace. You wished everyday was like this but days like this won’t be forever when you live in a demon infested world. Hopefully tomorrow won’t bad, right?

[jqmalikhsgib]

bloom

ten

“i wanna talk to daddy too!”

“it’s still my turn, jas! mamma tell jas to stop.” aster yells for his mom.

eddie was currently on the phone trying to talk to all of his kids. he had two more concerts left before he heads home to finally be with his family.

he definitely needed to get back. they never argued like this whenever he was around. he feels guilty for being gone even more than ever.

“you talk to him forever, aster!”

“alright, kids! you’re all gonna get your turn to talk to daddy, okay? aster, let your sister talk to him now, okay?”

“but mamma.”

“listen to your mother, ash. daddy loves you and he’ll be home soon, okay?”

aster sniffles. he hands the phone to his baby sister before running towards his mom and crying. yn frowns, hating seeing her baby so sad.

“i miss him, mamma.”

“i know, baby. but he’ll be back home soon, okay? then he’ll give you so many cuddles.”

“promise?”

“i promise, baby.” yn cuddles her son as she kisses the top of his head. she smiles as she watches her eldest daughter go on and on about the new toy her uncle steve bought her.

eddie just hums in response. he makes a mental note to tell steve to stop spoiling the kids. between him and dustin, the kids will need another toy box. and they already had three.

“oh and daddy, luna called you by your name yesterday! mamma says it was funny but i ‘member you told us not to call you that. i told her but she didn’t really listen.”

eddie chuckles.

“yeah? good job baby! did you tell her my names daddy or dada, or dad?”

“mhm! she just kept saying it, daddy. don’t know why she’s not listening.”

“she’s still a baby, sweetie. she’s only two. she doesn’t understand. but you did a good job. now it’s past your bedtime baby. give mamma the phone, okay?”

“okay! i love you, daddy.”

“i love you too, jas. give daddy a kiss, yeah?”

jasmine puckers her lips and kisses the phone just the same as her father. she walks over to her mom and hands her the phone.

“hey.”

“hi, baby. are our other little munchkins sleep?”

“yeah, that are. lunaria tried to fight her sleep knowing you’d call late. poor thing, could barely keep her eyes open past 8:30.”

“my poor angel. i can’t wait to get home to you. only two more shows, baby. then im back with my family and we can make up for lost time.” he whispers the last part. yn could practically see his smirk.

“eds!”

“i just miss you. im gonna take my sweet time too. have grandpa wayne take the kids for the night. just you and i all night.”

“kids, get to bed yeah?! daddy says he loves you.”

“love you daddy!”

“love you, dad.”

the oldest two went to their room.

yn gets back to her conversation with her fiancee. “eddie, we talked about this. you can’t keep doing that knowing you can’t do anything to help me.”

“im sorry baby. just—god i miss you. ive been thinking bout you for hours on stage. got myself hard and everything.”

“yeah? how’d that go with the crowd? did they notice?”

“im sure they did. i wouldn’t be surprised if its all over twitter.”

“you weren’t that hard were you?”

“you remember those black leather pants i wore to steve’s and nancy’s wedding?”

“you didn’t! i told you not to pack those.”

“they’re my favorite pair of pants. but wearing them reminds me of the night lily was conceived.”

“eds! it’s your fault if your print ends up on social media. i told you not to wear those. suffer the consequences.” yn shakes her head and giggles.

“not funny, babe. it’s your fault.”

“how?!”

“i don’t know yet.”

“im in love with an goofball, i swear.” yn shakes her head before yawning.

“baby, get some sleep okay?! ill talk to you later.”

“but i miss you.” yn whines.

“but you’re tired! i love you okay? get some rest baby.”

“fine! i love you too, rockstar.”

[jkl-fff]

It's time to play a game yourself~

Simplest rules, simplest meanings:

Goal: Describe, your perfect [Day]

Rule: 1

If you don't say something won't go wrong, it will go wrong

Rule 2:

If someone thinks of something that could go wrong, that you didn't mention, they shall comment it, therefore not making it a perfect day anymore, making you loose

Rule 3:

Nothing is allowed like just "bomb go boom, day ruined"

And neither just :"I slept 24 hours"

If nothing bad is found, you Win.

G O!

Thanks! Okay, here goes! (We're going to assume the day starts at sunrise, for simplicty's sake.)

****

I rise from bed without aches or pains at sunrise, as do my dogs, in our home that has remained and will remained structurally sound and fully functional in all its typical operations (plumbing and electricity). After providing them, my cats, my grandpa, and myself with healthy, wholesome breakfast, I take the dogs for a brisk and refreshing walk that lasts roughly an hour and during which we are entirely safe from accident. The weather is pleasant and perfect, my clothes are comfortable and stylish, nobody bothers me.

I then work on my story during the morning, surpassing the daily goal of 500 words and being satisfied with the quality of the writing. After that's finished, I'm able to access some enjoyable and interesting Youtube videos, my various social media accounts with throught-provoking posts to read (nothing bad happens in the world to upset or irritate me), and various games on my fully functional phone (at which I win) to pass the time. I even do a second sessions of writing, surpassing another 500 words of quality without stress. My laptop functions optimally throughout the day. Periodically, I take breaks to allow the dogs some playtime outside (which is fun and without injury and allows them to do their business while I stretch), to get a drink for myself (which I do not spill and which quenches my thirst), or to give the cats some affectionate attention (which they enjoy sweetly and safely).

When appropriate, I make a nourishing lunch and dinner for myself and my family. All of our food is fresh and delicious and expertly cooked by me, and none of us have any health issues whatsoever while we enjoy it. Everybody is in a good mood and in good health.

In the evening, I spend some time with my brothers and their wives playing the board game "Mansions of Madness" (a family favorite) (all the pieces are accounted for and nothing interrupts our game play). Our coversation is witty and engaging and free of strife. We all meet up without accident and eventually return to our respective homes without accident. I give the cats their supper, just as healthy and wholesome as their breakfast was. I take the dogs for their evening walk, just as safe and pleasant as the morning walk.

Showering, brushing my teeth, and preparing for bed have all the hot water and toothpaste and floss I need. I do not slip in the tub or in any way hurt myself. I go to bed with the dogs around 10 pm, and we all fall asleep peavefully and sleep comfortably and safely clear through to sunrise without any distrubances troubling us.

****

Hopefully I've crafted a simple yet ironclad day. But have at it, still, internet! Try and ruin my time!

[arshiatyu]

EZEKIEL LORE

PART #1

They were a kind, energetic, hyper human whom was blessed by the gods. Soon, they figured out it was a curse as the next day, their hands turned black, their nails grew sharper and longer. They covered it up with a cloak whenever they went out, but one day when they were walking it was very windy. And it blew it off, and they were exposed, the mothers covered the children’s eyes, and the men chased them out of the village. As it went on and on, they soon became known as stories and legends. And years, and years had passed. And now, they had a god. The god of sin. The people made a statue of them based off of the tales that were passed through generations. Soon seeing them as a god. Later on, there was a small child. She was playing hide and seek and had gotten lost. She went into a cave, it was dark, and there were sharp vines just about everywhere. Soon, she saw a bright light and walked up to it. It was the God Of Sin. The one who had gotten chased out of the city and became tales long ago. But they were different than tales described. They had ten arms, their eyes closed, they weren’t regular human size. It was as if they were a giant. Soon, the child spoke up. “Hello..?” The child muttered under her breath, the god had tilted its head towards the small child, their eyes not opening. “Are you perhaps a child, little one?” The god spoke in a cold soft tone. “Yes..” the child replied. “May I ask why you are here?” “I got lost…” the child said, the god hummed and held out one of their hands and spoke softly. “Take my hand.” The child slightly flinched before putting her small palm into the God’s. The god brought the small child up to their face to look at them as they opened one of their eyes. And looked at her. “Hm, may I ask where you’re from?” The god spoke again. “A tiny village that goes…I think west..?” The child muttered as the god hummed in response and nodded before putting the child down. The god then told the child to turn and look the other way. The child nodded and did so, a few moments later. The god spoke again. “You can look.” But this time the gif looked human size, but still the same. The girls eyes sparkled. “Wow!! How’d you do that?!” The child spoke, the god just chuckled and heals out their hand. “That’s nothing I can explain. But anyways, would you like me to see you home?” The girl nodded excitedly. The god booped her nose. “And this will be our little secret.” The girl nodded as she took the gods hand. The gods smile has softened. Later. The girl arrived home all jumpy and happy with a flower crown in her hair. Her grandpa asked her. “Where have you been?” He had asked “With a new friend!” She replied, the grandpa had smiled and nodded. “Okay then, if you say so.” She giggled and went to her room and plopped onto her bed as she looked out the window. Looking at the stars. “I hope tomorrow’s going to be even better!!” She said before taking off her shoes and getting into bed. And then on, the child secretly met up. Year after year. Soon, the girl was sixteen. But she didn’t show up to meet the god. The god was confused as she put on a cloak and looked around in the cave, then out into the forest. Soon finding her, but…the child…she had died. She was shot with an arrow. The gods eyes had swelled up and started to water with those of sorrow. They kneeled and had sat down next to the child, resting the child’s head in their lap as they sobbed and caressed her head. They as soon buried the girl near their cave and put a small gravestone made out vines with the flower crown on it from when she was young. The god muttered under their breath. “Those hunters…” the god knew it was the hunters of the village, thinking the child was perhaps a deer or spy. Shooting the poor child. So, the god went to their human form, looking like an ordinary human. The god had arrived to the village, and started asking people around if they had saw hunters. Some people knew, some didn’t. Later on, the God found the hunters and hummed. “You are the hunters from the first the other day who shot an arrow, correct?”

Requested by @irlbrownieflash !!

[i-cant-sing]

My mind is just coming up with amazing ideas today. I guess that's what happens when u don't study for a week... (this is all happening my academic burnout sm)

I present to you- Yandere Dad Hawks x bird kid reader.

Look Dad Keigo was gonna be a doting father for any kid, biological or not, but there's just something about his bio kid who also HAS HIS QUIRK😭😭😭 Like he can't stop awing at the sight of his little baby bird having tiny tiny red wings like papa.

The ever loving, forever doting, always spoiling his baby, that's the kind of dad Keigo is. I mean, putting his own childhood trauma aside, he still wants you to have the best childhood ever. There are very few things he says no to (only coming second to Dad Dabi who only says no to things that will actively put you in danger. Want ice cream for breakfast? Okay. Want to go to 7/11 with grandpa Enji? Hell no.). Child reader wants an Endeavour hero figure? Of course, darling! Here, take one from daddy's collection 🥰🥰🥰 Dont wanna eat your peas? Sorry, doll. You're gonna have to finish your plate, even if you try to look adorably menacing by fluffing up your wings.

Oh and your wings😭 You know how Rei has a weird thing for your hair (and she definitely gives you a flea bath after you hang out with hawks)? Yeah that's how Keigo is with your wings- obsessed. He takes care of them, cleans them out and even has you sit for hours if that's how long it takes him to groom them. "Its no use swatting me, baby. I'm still not letting you move an inch until I'm done. So, just sit back and relax.🥰" keigo would say as he hands his phone to watch some shows.

I headcanon that Keigo's kid will be sassy and quick as him. The two can bicker for hours, and no ones really sure whether you're just that good at arguments or if Keigo just let's you win because he loves you so much.

I can also see Keigo and reader bonding over their mutual love for pro hero Endeavour (but in very different ways💀)

Dad Keigo adores spending time with you, especially now that you're put in a safehouse with only a handful people he let's you meet. A major part of his life is feeding you. Maybe it's the bird brain, maybe it's his childhood trauma, but Keigo has to cook meals for you and he has to watch you eat them. He's not sure, but it makes him be at peace knowing that you sleep with a tummy full and a warm bed.

I think as far as flying goes, Keigo tells you to only to do it under his supervision. You know how sometimes you forget how ti breathe and then making a concious effort to breathe makes it difficult to do so? That's what Keigo thinks happens. He thinks that if you fly alone, you might suddenly forget how flap your wings or maybe you get tired and then you're just crashing down to the ground. Unfortunately for his weak heart, you don't listen to him and fly as high as you can.

Would Keigo let you go to school? Initially, yes. But it only takes one incident, something even as harmless as a stupid prank call threatening his child (Dabi did the call), and that's enough for him to go hay wire and pull you out of school and move to a new safehouse, cut off from anyone and everyone. When he has to leave, he'd either drop you off at Enji's, OR have someone from the Hero Comminsion come and babysit you.

You can pout and cry and scream at him all you want, he's not changing his mind. You're his baby, his only light, only will to live, he can't risk your life.

His life would only become more complicated if either of you get a love interest. For you, the choices are: Katsuki, Tokoyami, Izuku. For him, the choices are: Dabi, your baby mama, Miruko.

[rosenrot234]

I still have hope for this family. It'll take time. But they'll be okay. Imagine the wonderful worlds this family can make together when they're more at peace. I can see Alicia maybe writing down her memories of the canvas. A way for her to speak again if she doesn't feel like painting or needs a break from a canvas. Grief is not easy. I was such a Clea type of griever when my grandpa died. Just pure "IM COPING BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU" anger. I was trying to be strong for my mom and grandma. Eventually I broke and blamed my Grandpa for dying. Obviously I didn't mean it. But that's just how I felt and I just remember finally breaking down and sobbing against my Mom. This was after maybe I wanna say half a year. I remember still being too scared to see him in the hospital. I didn't want my last memories of him to be how he was in that bed. It was cancer so it wasn't a peaceful death for him. God I still wish I could go back in time and just hug him. But I think he understood that I was just too scared. I was around 17 so right around Maelles age. Sorry, rambling. Not exactly something I talked about much. I've been so terrified of death all my life. Then this game shows up and just gives me the sweetest Esquie hug. A safe place to just experience all these emotions and let it out. I'll always be thankful for that. This game straight up helped me process some of this stuff better and its been close to 20 years since Grandpa died. Whodathunkit this Therapy Session came with a sick video game huh?