#She also has food restrictions so she understands

[p0tat0-g0ddess]

every so often I am reminded that having severe food restrictions sucks actually

[pandaspwnz]

Finally got my hands on a test today because my mom's boyfriend had an extra one (although he also thankfully found some at the pharmacy later!) and I do not have covid! (at least yet)

Mom tested positive for covid yesterday (she's mostly okay, just has a light cough and a runny nose), but we're out of tests now so I'll need to run to the store later (with a mask on ofc) and get more, both to keep track of hers, but also because I also have a sore throat 🙃

[genericpuff]

So what I'm gathering is that in LR Persephone loses all memory when her eyes go red/ powers activate, hence her talking about lapses in memory to Hestia and not knowing why Minthe is mad at her. Is that right?

Saw you left two asks so I'm gonna respond to them both at the same time here if that's okay!!!

You're in the right ballpark, though I will give a little hint - she isn't really losing memory so much as she's not able to access those memories. There's a mental block happening there that we're going to get to the root of later.

That said, Hades does not know why Kore got the name Persephone. When he refers to the lapses in memory he's directly observed, he's referring to 1.) her lack of remembering how she wound up in his car the first time they met (she genuinely does not remember and chalks it up to blacking out from drinking too much), and 2.) her lack of remembering how she was able to subdue the shades in Tower 4 (and the specifics of why she waltzed in there to begin with). Though, I will say the latter is mixed between "she can't remember" and "she doesn't want to say" but the stuff she's omitting she still doesn't fully understand directly because of those lapses in memory that she's experiencing more frequently since moving to Olympus.

Even if she could recall following Withy into Tower 4 of her own volition, she doesn't know why Withy was there or why she felt inclined to walk into a restricted area against her better judgment. She's missing a chunk of time between when she entered and when Hades rescued her.

So when Hades says it's "just like last time" when she couldn't remember, he's specifically referring to the incident in which she wound up in his car and couldn't even remember the full details of what happened the night before:

(this is also why he's so offended and confused when she calls him "smelly" because the night before she had been talking to him as if she was genuinely interested in him and his unique brand of stink LOL)

Their chance interaction at the Panathenea was genuinely the first time they ever met and so the only information he has to go off of about her is what he's experienced first-hand since meeting her (and whatever assumptions he can make about a goddess who is the creation of Demeter).

There's not much else I can divulge at this moment for the sake of not spoiling what I have planned, but considering it's been fun to go more in-depth on this topic, I'll leave y'all with some final food for thought:

Kore and Hades are both written to parallel each other but in different ways throughout the story - one of those things is the fact that they're both unreliable narrators with skewed perceptions of their own pasts and their current realities, for different but similar-ish reasons that will become apparent in due time. Part of Kore's skewed perceptions are largely due to her lapses in memory that she will eventually piece together as her character arc progresses.

That's as much as I'll say for now though as I don't wanna spoil anything else for y'all, but I hope this clears up any confusion and gives you something fun to think about! Thanks so much for reading! <3

[hoodreader]

nerd astrology — jujutsu kaisen (001)

hey y’all! i wanna give my personal opinions on what my favorite characters from my favorite video games, mangas/animes, & comics would be astrologically. today, i’m starting off with the students of jujutsu kaisen!!! [spoiler warning]. 💗 ima discuss some canon events of JJK. not giving away too much plot though, but just so ya know.

YUJI ITADORI — “i like a tall woman… with a nice big ass — just sayin’.”

gemini sun. pisces moon. sagittarius rising.

he’s so sociable, kind, and friendly. very concerned with others & their wellness, thus the seventh house sun. his fixation on “proper deaths” & ensuring justice. it seems like a blend of seventh house and jovial energy. he super go with the flow and adaptable. and he’s very powerful. i think he also love to laugh. even when aoi todo was beating the fuck out of him, he still humored his question when asked. he can be really philosophical / thoughtful. especially with others. he likes to think, and that’s a quality gemini, pisces, and sagittarius all share. i do also see scorpio, but maybe his mars.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO — “i don’t have a preference. as long as she has unshakable character, i won’t ask for more.”

scorpio sun & moon. capricorn rising.

that resting bitch face say earth. the capricorn rising in particular is because he had to grow up wayyy too fast. his pappy was incompetent. but he very aloof & calculated (calculation is ruled by capricorn!). i was thinking he could be a virgo rising, but he lack the neuroticness of a mutable. allat scorpio & capricorn would make sense considering his technique is shadows, though. he is very compassionate & concerned with “the right thing” as well though, which explains the sun conj moon in the eleventh house.

NOBARA KUGISAKI — “if hell froze over and danced the lambada, still no.”

sagittarius sun. aries moon. taurus rising.

loud, brush, aggressive, etc. i find this quality is most people who have a combination of aries & taurus in their charts. the impulsive aries & stubborn taurus create someone with a mixture of that head-butting energy. her personality is big too. can be a bit blunt, as i notice with a lot of sagittarius placements. but the girl can fight. that’s for sure. and she’s pretty smart / calculated.

MAKI ZENIN — “if i stayed there [at the bottom], i would’ve hated myself.”

scorpio sun. capricorn moon. aquarius rising.

i feel she is so saturnian in how her family rejected her. a lot of saturnians are forced into independence at a young age. that detriment moon does a lot in her family ostracizing her. still, she’s insanely disciplined. she had no cursed energy (energy is solar in nature, & saturn is the sun’s detriment) but she compensates for that just how raw she is with practical combat. i think her tenth house scorpio sun would make sense also in how she presents herself — kinda hard and unapproachable, but really she’s just complicated.

TOGE INUMAKI — “fish flakes…”

pisces sun & moon. capricorn rising.

he so weird, & that’s why i luv his character sm. anyways. that calm presence he got in social situations… i feel could be a saturnian ascendant. i could see aquarius, but i couldn’t see a third house in aries for him. which is why i opted for capricorn. instead, he would have a saturnian second house & a jovial third house, which can show his restricted speech but the large impact of his words. i could also see pisces ascendant but i’m not sure about a first house sun, i’d guess first house moon before that. he’s not aggressive, but he gon do what he got to for his friends. giving third house moon. also. the fact that he chooses to communicate with food ingredients is the most third house moon thing ever, and the fact nobody (aside from his circle) understands is the most piscean third house thing ever.

PANDA — “the answer’s obviously pandas!”

taurus sun. pisces moon. libra rising.

a sweetheart and a voice of reason. he’s really laid back & chill, which is super venutian to me. i think there’s a major focus on harmony for him. but again, just ‘cuz he venutian don’t mean he bitchmade. the way he fucked mechamaru up was insane. i chalk it up to his eighth house taurus sun. i think people forget that taurus (the bull) can be aggressive if they want to. other than that though, he’s adaptable and really just wanna avoid unnecessary fall out. he will take it there if y’all want to though.

some of these i have mixed feelings about. but whatever. i’m gonna start reading the manga soon, so as i get better acquainted with the characters, my opinion might change.

thanks for reading!

[witchyafterdark]

— Sebastian Sallow Headcanons; pt. 1

[None of the images belong to me! All credits to the owners and editors of these images!]

During 6th year, he tried his best to do good throughout the school year, and distract himself from the remnants of the Dark Arts' hold on him. Instead of giving into the temptation of the call to research more about the forbidden spells, he instead busied himself helping people with their academics.

He helps MC most of all, scheduling a constant time and day for tutorials about all the lessons they might have missed out on, in spite of their Field Guide. (And yes, he also gifted Ominis with Braille-engraved ingredient bottles for Potions class).

He extends this help towards underclass students, mostly Slytherin ones... cause you know, he still has that House Cup competitive streak in him.

Bonus: When he's in the library to study and tutor others, he usually leaves his blazer and robes back at the dorms to be more comfortable and laidback. He also started to wear reading glasses more frequently than before, and uses it to push back his messy waves when he doesn't need it. That's when he started to wonder why there seems to be more students, mostly girls, asking for his tutorial and academic assistance all the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

⭆⭆⭆

In the midst of Victorian standards of propriety and social decorum between men and women, Sebastian is actually quite well-versed in taking care of women in his life. When it was socially acceptable for men to opt out of "womanly discussions," Sebastian knows more than the average man, thanks to having been attuned to his twin all his life.

He was literally there when Anne was hunched over her food, in pain, at the Great Hall during their 2nd year. After almost carrying her all the way to the Hospital Wing, he demanded to know what was going on with her... until Nurse Blainey told him she started to have her monthly bleeding.

Instead of shying away from the topic, he took it upon himself to research in the library all there is about women's health and anatomy. When he didn't find what he was looking for, that's when he started to sneak into the restricted section for more information than what was available!

Best believe he was by Anne's side the next morning with a handful of chocolates, sweets, and a pair of enchanted warm, fuzzy socks to ease her period pains. This boy is not afraid of hush-hush women problems. He might even go down to the kitchens to make Anne her favorite soup to keep her warm, full, and cozy for bed.

(Will be the best girl dad)

⭆⭆⭆

I firmly believe that Sebastian would eventually stumble upon the cure for Anne as an adult.

Right after graduating from Hogwarts, he would most likely become a curse breaker; not only because it suits him, but he has a restless and tumultuous relationship with himself. Being buried in work while being in foreign lands serve as a good distraction for him. Sitting too long by himself doing nothing can make him ruminate about his past, and that's no good.

If Anne is still alive by the time he finds her cure, he would most certainly try his best to rekindle a connection with her, finding wherever she currently resides. He might even beg Ominis to tell him where she is, promising that his findings are backed up by other curse breakers or whatnot (even if that may not exactly be true), just so he'd be told of Anne's whereabouts.

Understandably, Anne would be extremely wary of all of this. But Sebastian can be extremely persuasive, and would have to be completely transparent with her about all of the information he found. He will get his sister back, and that was a promise he made to himself all those years ago. He never abandoned that promise.

But if Anne had already passed away, stumbling upon the cure during his work travels would make Sebastian spiral out of control. He will most likely disappear from the face of the earth, and not even Ominis' underground connections will be able to trace him.

Dark wizard and poacher camps can be reported to have been decimated to the ground overnight over a span of months, seamingly by the work of a vigilante. But in reality, Sebastian has been unleashing his rage and anger on those people who were like the wizard who cursed his sister. No one can stop him from this moment of grieving. He needs some sort of justice for what happened to Anne, and this is the only way he can think of in the midst of his grief.

Simultaneously, though, he has been collecting illicit and illegal information about all the curses, hexes, rituals, and dark magic he can get his hands on. He needs to know about all of them to be prepared for the worst in the future, however his future might be. This mission of his makes him compile and bind some sort of a tome of all the cures and solutions to the Dark Arts.

This kind of pattern continues of over the course of a couple of years, writing a letter to Ominis and MC every now and then to let them know he's still alive. Once he is quite satisfied and have come to terms with his grief, only then would he reemerge into society.

⭆⭆⭆

On a more lighthearted note, being a curse breaker is something he doesn't actually see himself doing for the rest of his life as he grows older. During his youth, he reveled in his findings and discoveries, taking pride in his abilities to be quick on his feet in perilous situations. Like most young men, he will maximize the years of his prime, traveling to distant lands and seeking opportunities elsewhere.

But as he falls into a groove, he might also feel the effects of the job on himself. Places and faces can get old to him once he realizes that he's no longer the young man he used to be. Weariness slowly seep into his bones, and he would love nothing more at this point than to be embraced into a warm home, and taking life slowly.

He realizes that time waits for no man, and perhaps this all stemmed from seeing Ominis recently. His old friend looking more at peace with himself, calm and contented with his own found family.

This could be the final push for Sebastian to finally hang the coat, and quietly retire from being a curse breaker. And this is where Professor Sallow comes into the picture.

Going back to Hogwarts, now as a teacher, gives him the sense of relief and comfort he didn't know he was yearning for. It's as if he has been holding his breath for so long, and now, he can breathe easy again. He feels safe now, with a renewed sense of purpose.

All of his learnings and discoveries during his prime will most definitely take their place in the familiar shelves of the Hogwarts library. He might even feel nostalgic over the fact the he now has actual unlimited access to the Restricted Section, with some of his books sitting right next to the ones he used to get into trouble for.

[illmother]

ೀ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ⎯ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝓥𝖆𝖓illa 𝗵𝗰𝘀

A/N: GOT MY PRETTY GIRL AND WAS OBSESSED IMMEDIATELY. like you don’t understand how BADLY i want her to bend me over one of her machine things and finger fuck me til’ i have to rely on said machine to keep me upright.

cw: consists of both sft and nsft hcs, tfem!Vanilla, slight bondage, corruption

— i feel like she’d be the type to cook you meals whenever you’re feeling down or stressed like; oh, you’re feeling upset, tired, unwell? eat. you’ll feel better with a full stomach

— will do anything for you, and i mean ANYTHING. even if she thinks she should be against it ‘cus it’s dangerous and whatnot, she still gives in. after all, she can protect you! she always has, and always will

— if you’re busy and working on something, she’ll cut up some fruits for you, think like those little bunny apples !!

— her actions speak louder than words! she’ll give you a back massage if you’re feeling tense and stressed, run you a bath when you’re done with work, cook you food, she’s basically your perfect housewife!

— OH! and don’t bother wasting your money on mechanics or anything like that. why call someone when you have your wonderful Vanilla up and ready to fix any issues in your home

— DEFINITELY a service top. no doubt. she’ll do whatever you want, you don’t even need to touch her for her to be cumming in her pants. but if you ever wanna top, she’ll be your loud, whiny angel <3

— speaking of cum, she cums LOADS. like enough to paint your stomach white. how does it taste? well, it’s far from bad to say the least, a little bit on the sweeter side

— she’s not a woman of many words, but god is she vocal during sex. like full on moaning, and grunting the filthiest shit right into your ear while you’re riding her, your front pressed against hers while she thrusts up into you like there’s no tomorrow

— GOD i can go on about her fingers all day. like hello?? my girl works on machines and mechanics all day for YEARS. she can reach every single nook and cranny of your sobbing cunt with her skillful fingers

— pretty sucky at aftercare, since she hasn’t had any experience with relationships after being in a deserted lab place (?) for over a decade. so you’ll have to teach her things along the way! but don’t worry, she’ll get it soon enough (for now, she just settles on cuddling up to you after a steamy night)

— that being said, being very very inexperienced in anything relationship wise leaves in room for corruption…

— ALSO her rank up art thing??? bondage?? being restricted?? hello??? are you guys seeing my vision rn…OK HEAR ME OUT-

“Do you like this, Pretty girl?” You questioned, voice breathy as you whispered into her ear. Vanilla could only groan in response, as drool dribbling messily down her chin. Having her arms restricted, while you stroked her eager, leaky cock, each pump of your hand painfully slow to her dismay. “Faster,” She choked out, you’d been teasing her for the past hour or so, and she really couldn’t take it anymore, she needed release, bad. She feels like she’ll definitely break if this goes on any longer. “Please, please, please, let me cum…just this once..” She pleaded, so sinful, so beautiful, you really couldn’t say no at this point…not when she was begging to be ruined by you. “Oh, i’ll make you cum alright.” You murmured, before your movements on her pretty cock grew faster. You’ll make her cum, and you won’t stop until she’s shooting blanks. <3

[vroomvroomcircuit]

The World did not end

(A/N): 'ello and welcome to my first F1 fic. I'm quite new here (not to fanfic or tumblr, I mean F1), but I want to give back to the F1 community, since you all helped me out tons during a really rough period these last couple of months.

Pairing: Lando Norris x platonic!reader

Warnings: mentions eating food, death of a loved family member, grief, it sounds sad, but it's actually pretty sweet and hopeful (it's based on a tiktok trend), English is not my first language btw

Wordcount: .7k (she is a shorty)

Masterlist ______________

Finding Mclaren’s reserve driver crying in the cafeteria wasn’t what Lando expected to stumble upon, when I went to check out where the repeating music came from. It sounded like a sad song that could land a high spot on his next Spotify wrapped.

“Uhm, (Y/N), what’s wrong?” he asks gently as he approaches the table. After a startle she turns off her phone, which has been playing the music. Frantically, she wipes her tears. It still does nothing against the fact that she has been crying and that her blood shot eyes are very visible.

Lando shakes his head. When people think Oscar is an introverted person, she is the masterclass of introvertedness. Like, the last stage of a pokémon evolution. That’s why seeing (Y/N) cry in a semi public place like the cafeteria calls for concern.

“There has to be something. The food here is not that bad. I mean, I have the same reaction when I see fish being served, too. But today I felt like the meals were rather good. So do tell. What’s bothering you?”

First she shrugs, the twenty year old not being able to find her voice immediately. “The- the world didn’t end when I was 13.” The tears are coming back again, restricting her voice once again.

Lando gathers her into his arms. even though he doesn’t understand what is happening at all. Does that matter right now, though?

The girl needs another minute or two until she is composed enough to explain the reason behind her crying. “There is this Tiktok trend going viral right now. It’s about people saying what mundane things they are able to do, or-or which things they have achieved, and all that because the world did not end when they were a certain age. They mean they got through some heavy event in their life. And because they got through this, they are able to do said things or achieve this.”

He nods, understanding the bittersweet and hopeful outlook this kind of videos can bring. “And something heavy happened to you at 13?” He probes while trying to keep a cautious tone, not wanting to overstep any boundary he doesn’t see.

“My, you see, when I was 13, my grandmother died. This was the first time I felt real grief. I wished for the world to end, because nothingness would have felt better than this immense amount of grief. And this led me to thinking of how many times I wished for the world to end. Because there were important and life changing events approaching me so quickly. When the world ends, I wouldn’t have to go through them, right?

And suddenly I’m 18, writing my final exams in school and it felt like the biggest task in my life. it felt like make or break. But the world did not end. I was able to graduate.

Then I got into the drivers academy, I am training, studying, and meeting people. I’m doing everything and anything. Because the world did not end when I was 13.

And it didn’t end when I was 16, overwhelmed with studying for school. It also did not happen when I was 19 and put under contract to be a reserve driver for Mclaren.

The world never ended. I begged and cried for all of this to stop. To have peace. Because I thought that I would only feel at peace, when nothing happens anymore. And the world didn’t end and now I sit here with you, talking about a tiktok trend.”

Lando understands her train of thought and sentiment immediately. “You know, I’m happy it didn’t end. These past couple of months with you here were pretty fun. Even Oscar admits it! With that true little smile, not in that monotone tone of his. These interviews and the media stuff is much more fun with these silly remarks of yours. And you are an amazing human being. I’m really glad that your world did not end, because meeting you made mine better.”

(Y/N) laughs, the tears being gone and cheeks heating up at that confession. “I’m glad too. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to ravish my way through the mountain of pasta minutes before you came in.” They giggle, knowing they share similar food preferences and have the culinary plate of a four year old toddler.

And all that, because the world did not end.

[creepy-friday]

Ok ok hear me out 👀

What if, instead of fem! Proxy, we got a fem! Human maid 👀👀👀

Like the Slenderman chose her to take care of the mansions needs such as: cleanliness, general functioning (like electrical management, house repair, etc...), food management, etc...

But she isn't a demon nor proxy, but a human dragged into this life (The Operator is a cruel silly guy)

The Proxies have to watch over her so other residents don't mess with her, and also so she doesn't run away.

THE POWER DYNAMIC WOULD BE THROUGH THE ROOF 😭

YOU'RE BACK<3 this prompt is interesting ngl👀👀 I included more characters for the spice

Creepypasta x Maid!Reader

Characters Included: Proxy focused

Warnings: suggestive/NSFW themes,non-con/dub-con mentions,violence,misogyny,drugs and mental illness references

The difference between the power dynamics between you and the other residents are catastrophically huge

Once Slenderman took you in,he made sure that you understand what your role is from the start.It was a cruel time for him to make the decision to bring an innocent human in a manor full of deranged people,but in his mind he took the right decision

The first sick people who viewed you as a fuck toy would be Masky and Jeff

Since you're in the care of proxies,you are somwhat lucky,the others would mostly keep their hands to themselves

Maybe except Ben who has no restrictions by being a literal ghost,so I can totally see him messing with you for a while

The fact that you are a maid might give the others the opportunity to discover a new kink btw

Masky would slap your ass as you clean the windows "good job,get that body moving"

He's a whiny little bitch.He would scream at you if you missed a spot,if you were late to cook dinner by a minute or if he simply needs your assistance with whatever bullshit he makes up

He even called you to prepare him a bath and harassed you in the bathroom,even threating to drown you for his sick entertainment

The way you look up to him makes his dick hard,he doesn't care if the others find gross that he gets off on the power imbalance,he feels good about it

The only good thing he does is not letting the others fuck with you it doesn't apply to Hoodie

Sure,he might threaten to punish you by letting Jeff has his way with you,but we all know his pride won't let him to let you get fucked by another man yeah,once more,it doesn't apply to Hoodie

Right after a bloody mission he would bring you to his room and make you suck him off "How's it feel to have the dirty work done?Right where you belong"

Washing the blood off of their clothes it's a nightmare.Sometimes,the white masked man would try to scare you by saying all the messed up things he did to get them this red

Toby was happy he can look after a girl ngl.After seeing how scared and lost you are,he decided to make himself your safe space

But even then,he saw you as an opportunity to break himself into,it was a selfish tought,but he really craved to be your "knight in shining armor"

He actually started to stand his ground whenever Masky would start to harass him in front of you,and even if he would get beat up and would shame retreat in his shell for a few days,this boy doesn't give up

I can see him letting you escape in the forest if you pull the right strings,but the fear of what Slenderman would do to both yourself and him made Toby to get you back crying

INSTEAD,he goes on walks with you in the forest whenever you are free,just to give you that false sense of freedom

Even if it's just your job to clean,cook and do household chores,he views them as more intimate and might get romantic feelings towards you he has no self respect

Hoodie would play a lot of mind games with you,sometimes he would make you think he's your ally,sometimes he would give the impression that he's just another wolf from the hungry pack

He actually let you run free in the forest for a few minutes and waited for you to get your hopes up until he would show up from behind and get you back

"Gothca" he said,tackling you to the ground as one of his hands rested on your waist and the other one on the back of your head "let's get you back,shall we?awwwh,don't cry now,you know I wouldn't hurt you!Now I can't say the same about the others if they knew you got this far..so let's keep this between the two of us,what do ya' say?"

The son of a bitch would also blackmail you into having sex with him so that he can "protect you" or so that "he wouldn't snitch about your plans of running away"

Even if your plans would be top tier,he would know about them and would make sure to tear them down as slow as the light in your eyes fade away

If you're feisty he wouldn't feel the need to fight with you,but would rather keep him interested into bringing you down

But if you're on the docile side he would still take it as a challenge to himself,to see in how much time he can make you his loyal puppy

The manor is huge,four floors with large windows where a lot of dust piles up,especially on the inhibited last floor where The Operator works

I can see Masky making you work naked at a busy hour of the day, just for his fucked up entertainment,throwing some nasty comments while burning cigarette buts on your soft skin

EJ would watch from a distance,mercy and guilt piling up in his chest.Altough he doesn't see you as prey,he would certainly think of you as a safe resort to call when his heats/bloodlust appears

Jane would nod her head and advert her eyes,often even asking you if you're okay,just trying to make you feel..a little cared for

Natalie would argue a lot about you with Masky,but after all she's just a resident and Tim is still a proxy at the end of the day.She can't do anything about it.

All in all,your life in the mansion would be assured to be a long one,and depending on your behaviour you can make it a less traumatizing pressuring experience

[goingmerryfics]

hi again! :D I hope you're doing well! im back with the killer requests again- could i request killer as a girl dad?

Girl Dad w/ Killer, Ace, & Law

Content: Obviously SFW & no reader mentioned, just characters and their little girls <3

Notes* YES and I added two more characters because I really wanted to do this prompt!!

Killer

He, also having long hair, LOVES to braid her and have his hair done/played with by her, too. It doesn’t matter how dumb he looks- with uneven ponytails, too many hairclips and bows everywhere -he loves the time spent together 

In fact, doing her hair in the morning is his favorite way of spending time with her. He loves getting a new request for a style every day, and it doesn’t matter how outrageous it sounds because it’s for his little princess

He would even ask around/read some books to teach him how to do hair like any mother would know how to do

He would also be so excited to teach his little girl how to cook! Not because of gender roles of course, but because it’s an activity that he loves to do and is a good life skill for anyone to have.

His lessons start with him holding her and letting her watch, then continue on into letting her add ingredients, and when she’s old enough and understands the dangers of using the stove/oven and knives and such, lets her stand beside him and make her own mini meal while he does the same, so she can watch his steps and perform them herself

It’s great, because she gets to have the freedom of adding whatever ingredients she likes to her food, while learning a life skill hands-on, and also getting to spend time with her dad

She adores her father, too

Only when they’re alone does he take off his mask and let her see him with no restrictions

And of course at one point, he had to explain why he looks the way he does. Maybe she was too young to understand it fully, but she loves him no matter what and that’s all that matters

And as she ages, she begins to look like him, too. At first it makes him uncomfortable- to have a little copy of his face, he wonders if she’ll face the same insecurities and hardships that he does when it comes to self-image. But that’s not the case at all- in fact, she adores that she looks like her daddy!

In a way, she teaches him how to love himself a little bit more.

Ace

He has no idea how to be a dad and he’s so confident in his ability to wing it until he actually comes face to face with the newborn baby girl. Then he panics

He doesn’t know how to parent! He’s hardly responsible for himself! 

Everything is a journey with him. Changing his first diaper, dealing with the constant crying, even making his first bottle is a disaster 

he lit it on fire trying to warm the milk with his devil fruit

And if you think for any moment that it would get easier as she grows, you’d be dead wrong.

She is just like him in terms of activity. She runs everywhere. Gets into everything she’s not supposed to, even at the age where she knows better. She just likes to watch her dad panic and run after her, it’s fun

She’s just as much of a hot-headed trouble maker, and at half his strength at Ace’s age, still just as daring

She’ll challenge anyone, which means Ace really has to keep a close eye on her when they’re in public. There are too many people out there that are happy to hit a kid if need be

But if anyone were to actually lay a finger on her, he would burn them from the inside out.

He calls his daughter his little firefly because of how she lit his life up after having her. For a self-deprecating man who believed himself unworthy of love to have someone in his arms who adored his every move, it only proved how needed he was by others. Not just her, but everyone in his life.

He loves to show her off to anyone that’ll listen, just like how he adores Luffy. Except he’ll hold her up like a trophy he’s won while he does it

While he has a hard time scolding his daughter, he does have his own way of parenting- it’s called distraction. Is she throwing a tantrum because she wants something she can’t have? He’ll start to tickle her, or pick her up by her ankle to hold her upside down, or do anything to make her laugh

He’s a work in progress dad, but he makes it work enough for the both of them. At least he’s proud that he can be a better father than his own was

Law

Law would be strict father, but he would melt with his little girl, and it’s a struggle for him

He values education and knowledge, and would want to teach her everything he knows. But that gets boring for a child, and sometimes he forgets that his little sweetheart needs a brain break every now and then

It’s not that she dislikes hearing her dad talking about medicines and health conditions, but sometimes what he tries to teach her is a little outside of her level of understanding

It would take a little bit for them to get on the same level, with Law reading some parenting books on the matter, but eventually they get into a rhythm of holding a daddy-daughter study session

It’s great. It means they get time alone to spend with each other, and while she’s studying, he can catch up on his own work, stopping only occasionally if she has a question about the text she’s reading so Law can clarify what it means in words that she can understand.

Therefore, his little sweetheart becomes very smart very quickly, and even starts to spout facts that she finds interesting at other crewmembers on the ship. Law is so proud.

Speaking of the others, he’s so protective of his daughter that he even restricted Shachi and Penguin from spending too much time with her after they taught her their mischievous pranks

He doesn’t want her to think that doing things that could potentially be very mean to others is funny. That’s his precious little sweetheart there, he wants her heart to be pure forever

Unfortunately for him though, he often finds her with them, scheming things that no matter what he does, he just can’t stop them because he could never actually give her trouble for something so small. It just annoys the hell out of him

With his past, Law is very careful to watch her health and when she is sick, she’s treated like royalty. Law brings her anything she wants, carries her everywhere, and spends as much time as he can with her all the while blaming himself for her sickness, even if it’s something completely unavoidable

She’s a little bit spoiled since Law won’t really punish her too hard

(Once he put her in timeout and she cried for a little while, and Shachi and Penguin had to hold him back when he immediately tried to go back on it and run to hug her to tell her everything was fine)

But no matter what, they love each other and that’s all that matters

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Four

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Four: In the Discussion

Summary: Harrow tries to get (Y/N) and Steven onto his side. They don't want much to do with him.

            Harrow guided Steven and (Y/N) farther into his neighborhood, gesturing around them proudly.

            “See, this neighborhood used to have the highest crime rate in all the city,” said Harrow. “There was so much suffering, so much pain…” He waved to the people playing music happily. “Good evening. Good evening, everyone.” He turned back to Steven and (Y/N). “It was truly heartbreaking. Now people don’t lock their doors at night. They feel safe.”

            (Y/N) resisted the urge to point out that Harrow had likely judged and killed all those who weren’t part of this “slice of utopia.”

            “Oh, Chase, are those the tomatoes?” said Harrow, smiling at a worker. “You have a green thumb. Beautiful. Thank you.” His attention switched back. “But you don’t tell anyone, no. People don’t want to hear good news. They’d rather cling to their fear, their pain.”

            “Goat…” said Steven, perplexed as one bleated beside him.

            “What? Oh, yes.” Harrow chuckled. “Ah, hello, how are we this evening?” He switched to Mandarin as the girl from before kicked the football to him.

            “Still waiting for you to play me,” she replied in Mandarin as he kicked the ball back.

            “You all speak Chinese?” said Steven.

            “Mandarin,” said (Y/N), truth slipping out.

            Harrow smiled. “(Y/N)’s correct. We all aspire to learn three languages.” He glanced at (Y/N). “How many do you speak?”

            (Y/N) was silent.

            Harrow chuckled. “Come now, it really doesn’t make a difference. It’s not a secret you’re an Avatar.”

            “I speak them all,” said (Y/N).

            Steven stared at them in surprise, and Harrow nodded. Being the Avatar of the Goddess of Truth had some benefits, and speaking/understanding languages was one.

            Harrow guided (Y/N) and Steven into a building where tables of food were set up, a movie was playing, and various people stood around and chatted. It was very warm and comfortable, like a home.

            But beneath it, (Y/N) knew every one of these seemingly peaceful people had allowed others to be judged and killed without a second thought. This heaven was nothing but a sham.

            “You two hungry?” said Harrow. “The food’s free. Steven, you’re a vegan, right?”

            “Yeah…” said Steven, still looking around himself in awe. 

“(Y/N), any dietary restrictions?” asked Harrow.

            “I don’t want to eat.” Yes, (Y/N) was hungry, but they didn’t want to eat what was prepared here.

            “Are you sure? You might want to try the lentil soup. I made it this morning,” said Harrow. “It’s Victor’s recipe.” He gestured to a man on the landing of the stairs on the other side of the room. “Gracias, Victor.” Victor waved back.

            “He’s from the Yucatan,” said Harrow. “He’s…No, he’s very funny.” He handed Steven a tray. “Here.” (Y/N) refused to take anything. That didn’t stop Harrow from speaking to them and Steven, though. “I know being on the right side of things is important to you. Khonshu always tries to ensnare those with a strong moral conscience. I don’t have experience with Ma’at, but as she is also supposed to uphold justice, I suspect it is the same.”

            “You have no conscience,” said Khonshu’s voice angrily.

            “Your sense of right and wrong has been twisted beyond repair,” said Ma’at.

            Steven jumped at Khonshu’s voice, and (Y/N) let out a breath. They weren’t used to Ma’at being upset.

            “You don’t have to listen to them,” assured Harrow benevolently. “Khonshu often throws temper-tantrums, like a two-year-old. None of the gods respect him.” Steven was handed lentil soup. “What is Ma’at like?”

            “She is fair,” said (Y/N).

            “Is she? Strange, then, that she took such a young Avatar. It hardly seems fair to you,” remarked Harrow.

            (Y/N) frowned.

            “Do not listen to him,” said Ma’at.

            “Do you not know? Avatars are supposed to be adults,” continued Harrow. “But you must not have met others. Ah, well, it can’t be too bad, of course. She hasn’t been banished, unlike Khonshu.”

            “I only punish those who have already done harm,” said Khonshu. “I am real justice!”

            “I have done nothing but uphold justice,” said Ma’at.

            (Y/N) was left wondering what other Avatars were like. It was clear Khonshu and Ma’at’s choices were…singular. Was there more to being an Avatar that they didn’t know about? Were there rules? Did deities have a culture and rules? (Y/N)’s mind whirled with questions.

            “What’s Khonshu saying now? ‘I am real justice?’ ” said Harrow.

            “Can you hear him?” asked Steven quietly.

            “Not anymore.” Harrow smiled. “Though I suspect (Y/N) can.”

            (Y/N) didn’t see a reason to hide what he knew. “I can.”

            “Another ‘truth,’ ” chuckled Harrow.

            “How do you know what he says, then?” asked Steven.

            “I was his former Avatar,” said Harrow. “Before you, I was the fist of vengeance.”

            What a title, thought (Y/N).

            “That’s the little American man living inside of me,” said Steven quietly.

            “And that’s, uh, that’s Marc?” said Harrow carefully.

            Steven looked down at his plate and avoided the question. “Soup’s…Yeah, that’s very good. It’s ace. Yeah, it’s lovely.”

            “Khonshu punishes those who have already walked an evil path,” said Harrow, looking at Steven intently. “His retribution comes too late.” He looked at (Y/N). “As does any action Ma’at takes. By the time any fist of vengeance or defender of truth arrives, people have already suffered. Ammit knows this too well. She tears up evil from the root, casting her judgement before any evil’s done. That’s why we must resurrect her.”

            “Right…but isn’t that a bit dodgy?” said Steven. “Like, trusting the judgement of a weird crocodile lady?”

            “You don’t need to doubt her judgement,” said Harrow, smiling. “Ammit will light the path to good by eradicating the choice of evil, which brings us to the scarab.”

            (Y/N)’s pocket felt all the heavier. Around the room, people got up and began to circle from different vantage points, ready for a fight.

            “That scarab functions as a kind of compass, leading us to Ammit’s tomb,” explained Harrow. His people began to converge. “She’s out there, waiting, longing to be freed. While the cruel masses deserve to face her punishment. And in the wake of their screams, evil eradicated. Steven, (Y/N)…to exist at that moment? Heaven on Earth.” He leaned back. “So, the scarab.”

            “Oh, I don’t have it,” said Steven. He wasn’t going to give up (Y/N), a kid, so that was all he said.

            “No?” Harrow raised a brow.

            “Honestly, I don’t have it,” said Steven.

            Harrow looked at (Y/N), and they cursed their inability to lie. Still, they had to say something.

            “Marc took it from me in the Alps. I came to Steven’s flat to find it,” said (Y/N). Hopefully, that would be enough for Harrow to not directly ask “do you have it?” At some point, they wouldn’t be able to dance around the answer “yes.”

            “Well, maybe you know someone who does?” said Harrow, looking between (Y/N) and Steven. “Maybe Marc hid it and you know where?”

            “Don’t you do it.” Marc spoke from Steven’s reflection in the bowl. “Don’t you give it up. He’ll kill you and the kid.”

            (Y/N) blinked. They were unused to having people consider their safety. Ma’at couldn’t due to their job, so this was…new. Since their parents, no adults had looked twice at them. Steven and Marc weren’t exactly people (Y/N) knew or could be sure they could trust, but they at least didn’t want to throw (Y/N) to the wolves. That was…nice.

            “Just give me the body,” said Marc.

            “No, I don’t know who could have it or where,” lied Steven.

            Harrow looked at (Y/N).

            “Marc hid it somewhere. It wasn’t in the flat when I got there.” Two truths. Marc had hidden the scarab, and Steven had brought the duffel bag into the flat after (Y/N) got there.

            “May I speak with Marc?” asked Harrow.

            “Um…uh,” Steven shifted uncomfortably.

            “Marc, what has Khonshu promised you?” said Harrow. “That this is your last mission? Then you’ll be free?” He looked at Steven. “Trust me when I tell you Khonshu is a liar, as are all the gods.” He glanced pointedly at (Y/N). “There is always one last thing.”

            (Y/N) decided to intercede to save Steven from the interrogation. They owed him. “If Ammit judges people before they do anything, isn’t she judging an innocent person?”

            Harrow’s eyes flicked to them, and they continued.

            “It goes against the idea we have the ability to make choices. It says that there’s only one path for us and we have no self-determination,” said (Y/N). Everyone was staring at them, but now that their thoughts were in the air, they weren’t stopping. “And what counts as ‘evil’ to her? If it’s action, she’s admitting to judging someone for what they might do. But if it’s thought, then that makes no sense, since thoughts becoming actions is what is harmful. The thought in itself could be ignored.”

            Harrow sighed. “(Y/N), you’re a child. You may be an Avatar, but you do not understand the scope—”

            “Oh, what about children?” said (Y/N), eyes widening. “Would Ammit kill a child for something they might think or do in thirty years?”

            Steven’s eyes widened in horror at the idea.

            Harrow sighed and collected himself. “I’m glad you mentioned that. Sometimes…the cure is a little taste of the disease. The difference between medicine and poison sometimes is only dosage. Considered a diseased limb. Amputation, horrific and grotesque, is necessary for the overall health.”

            “A child isn’t a diseased limb,” said (Y/N). They looked around at everyone. “Is that what everyone here thinks? That killing—a terrible thing—a child is fine because that child might do something bad in the future? You’re just as bad as the child’s hypothetical future.”

            Steven nodded emphatically. “Sorry, yeah, but…I kind of draw the line there at child murder.”

            Harrow looked away from them in disappointment. Then, he lifted up his cane. “Do you know what this is?”

            “Yep, it’s a cane, yeah,” said Steven.

            “This is—” Harrow stood and held out the cane “—Ammit’s gift to her first Avatar.”

            “Alright…” said Steven.

            (Y/N) eyed it warily as it glowed purple. The followers of Ammit took steps back as Harrow held it up.

            “It contains in it a tiny sliver of her power,” continued Harrow.

            Not good, thought (Y/N). They and Steven stood up from the table and took a careful step back.

            “I don’t want to use it,” said Harrow. That was the truth, but that wouldn’t stop him from indeed using it. “I don’t.”

            “Then don’t,” said Steven, laughing nervously. He and (Y/N) continued to back away. “We can’t help you.”

            “Yes, you can,” said Harrow. “I need to know, where is the scarab?” Steven and (Y/N) were silent. “Where is the scarab?” repeated Harrow, raising the cane towards Steven. “Where is the scarab?”

            “No,” said Steven, shaking his head.

            “Where’s the scarab?” Harrow lifted the cane.

            “Don’t hurt him.” (Y/N) pulled the scarab from their pocket and held it above their head.

            All eyes snapped to them, and (Y/N)’s body went hot with anxiety at the attention. They knew this was stupid and risky, but they couldn’t just stand by while someone was threatened. It wasn’t who they were.

            Harrow stared at it. “You have no idea the value of what you’re holding.” He held out his hand. “Give it to me.”

            (Y/N) shook their head. “I can’t let you release Ammit.”

            Harrow sighed. “I’d really prefer to do this the easy way, but I have to make sacrifices for a better world.”

            Steven’s eyes widened in alarm, and (Y/N)’s grip on the scarab tightened. They needed a way out.

            “There is no deal in this, Marc. Fix this! Fix this!” shouted Khonshu.

            “Do not give it to him, (Y/N). Get out of there!” said Ma’at.

            “Don’t touch them.”

            A woman pushed out of the crowd and stood by Steven and (Y/N)’s side. Layla. She, too, wanted to keep the scarab safe, and seeing Steven (who she still thought was Marc) and (Y/N) threatened was unacceptable.

            Layla glanced at Steven. “Summon the suit.”

            “Sorry, what?” said Steven.

            “Summon the suit,” urged Layla.

            Oh, boy, thought (Y/N), still looking around themself warily.

            “ ‘Summon the soup?’ What are you saying?” asked Steven.

            “The suit. Summon it,” repeated Layla urgently.

            “The suit?” said Steven.

            Layla groaned. “So be it.”

            She grabbed Steven and (Y/N)’s wrists and pulled them after her. A man grabbed for them, but Steven shoved him back.

            “Up!” shouted (Y/N), racing towards the stairs with Layla and Steven on their heels.

            Harrow sighed. It seemed he’d have to use the cane. He slammed it against the ground. The building shook, and purple light erupted from cracks spiderwebbing through the floor and walls.

            (Y/N) paused in front of Victor as he emerged from a side hall, knife in hand. They pushed the scarab into Steven’s hands. It seemed they were going to have to fight.

            Fine.

            To protect innocents, (Y/N) would.

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hypnotic (kai anderson x reader)

cw: breeding kink, eating disorder (it's really really bad), mommy issues, mentions of suicide, parental abuse, cults, kai is his own warning really, murder, overstimulation

a/n: if you're not into this pleaseeeee leaveeeeee i don't want tumblr to delete my blog again. also you can read this fic on ao3 if you'd like, link is in my pinned post. and if, by any chance, you relate to this i am so sorry.

What I wanted right now, was to get out of my house, go anywhere, just so I could stop listening to constant fighting and screaming from my parents. I couldn't bear it anymore. I had one year until college but it seemed impossible to survive that long. 

"Oh, look who locked herself in her room!" My mother bursted in and a pit started forming in my stomach. I didn't move. "When are you going to start being useful? You're in here all the time, you could start paying rent." 

Now, what was I supposed to say to that? If I told her that the reason I spent all my time in my room was because they wouldn't stop screaming at each other and I would just be their punching bag, she wouldn't listen and the situation would only get worse.

"Or maybe it's time for you to find a job. Now you're just living like a parasite." I stared. My mother was a very complex character. I think she would be capable of pulling Gone Girl on us. She has the mentality. Just saying.

My father on the other hand, he's weak. Or she made him weak. I don't remember the last time he stood up for himself. He's tired, I can see that clearly. I just wish they would get a divorce. It's so draining to wake up everyday and live in fear that your every move is going to be a mistake, something to criticize. 

I don't remember the last time I felt truly at peace, but I could afford myself distractions. That's how I ended up scrolling through Tumblr 12 hours per day and forgetting to eat because the skinny girls I came across were just so pretty. Food was my enemy. We couldn't stand each other. And the guilt simply because of eating was the worst feeling ever.

Empty is pretty. And I wanted to look pretty, so I starved. It was my sport. It still is. The joy of seeing my hipbones and ribs after some time was indescribable. I loved to lay awake at night and touch my bones, feel them as I tried to fall asleep. Of course, there were many times when I just couldn't take it anymore and I binged. I would regret it immediately and restrict even more.

"Alright. I'll find a job." I stared at her with empty eyes. I was dizzy, almost like I got drunk. She exited the room and slammed the doors behing her. I think I'm never going to fully understand her.

I stared at my ceiling, having no energy to move, even though I had unfinished assignments hanging above my head, screaming at me to do them, but I just wanted to sleep. School can wait. I think my red lipstick was smudged, but I had no energy to take it off. My hair was a mess, too. I tried to straighten it but my natural waves were too stubborn. I fell asleep.

A week passed. My life stayed the same except for my new job at the restaurant—The Butchery On Main.

The two sweet women who own it were kind enough to let me work even though they don't employ people under eighteen. I worked mostly after my school, until the closing. I didn't mind since I got to leave the house and get a break from my parents. 

People were nice, I took their orders, served their food. The restuarant was mostly empty during my shifts, but nonetheless it was almost hard, working with food. All those calories around me made me want to puke. And I wasn't much of a puker. I had the urge to binge. It was disgusting. But I wasn't going to throw all my work out of the window just like that. 

I had my diet coke and if I got hungry Ivy said that I could eat whatever I wanted, and I wanted cucumber. With pepper. They had those.

Today, I had much free time so I was just sitting at one of the tables and doing my homework while scrolling through Tumblr and eating freshly peeled cucumber with some seasoning on top. I was thriving. I was almost happy. It seemed impossible.

The door opened. A man walked in. He was dressed in black from head to toe and what stood out the most was his blue hair with grown out roots. He walked like he owned the building and everyone in it. I immediately stood up, while he was pulling out his chair, fixing my uniform. I let him read through the menu for a couple of seconds and then decided to approach.

"What would you like to order?" I smiled. I was nice. I am always nice. Why hasn't he looked at me yet? Why is he ignoring my presence? His head was bowed down until he raised it and I was met with black pools that stared at me, or rather through me. I felt dizzy and it wasn't the diet.

"Surprise me," he cocked his head, "I would love to see what you liberals like to eat the most. Maybe it'll make me change my political views."

"Al..right," I dragged on, "Is that all?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Everything will be done in a minute." I wanted to get away from him, as soon as possible. He was probably some Trump obsessed republican who's most likely to tell me to make him a sandwich. Which I am practically doing right now. But I couldn't deny it - He had a beautiful face. I wouldn't consider him that attractive if it weren't for his dead, piercing eyes that silently commanded you to obey every one of his rules. 

The food was ready. I had a feeling I would fall on my face next time I locked my eyes with his, which wasn't good. I didn't even know his name! Rachel, one of the cooks, handed me the best steak they had, house's special, "Who is it for?"

I didn't dare look at him. "The one with the blue hair. Just please don't stare. He's creeping me out."

Her eyes went wide, "That's Kai Anderson."

I looked at her blandly. The name didn't mean anything to me.

"You seriously need to watch more television."

"I'm fine, thanks. And if he's some menatlly deranged politician, then I'm not really missing out."

All the politics drained me, and don't get me wrong, I loved to be informed, but when I had to argue with someone about basic human rights, I'd rather not know anything.

I walked over to his table, and put the food on it. "I hope you're not vegan. Either way, enjoy your food." I kept my eyes everywhere, just not on him. He was so unsettling. I had to get away.

"I certainly will," he said and I walked away without a second glance. Jesus Christ, his mere presence was intense.

My shift ended in half an hour and that's when the restaurant was supposed to close. Ivy left early because of some family emergency, so she asked me to close and lock everything for her. I changed into my regular clothes—denim skirt and a white button down with my favorite black sweater, docs and a pair of knee socks. I untangled my hair and tried to brush it out with my fingers.

The tables were empty. Well, mostly. So-called Kai Anderson was still here, not even eating, just looking at some papers and flipping them over, for a while now.

I needed some extra balls to approach him and ask him to leave. Why did I accept to be the last one here? I could've been home by now, sleeping or watching a sitcom, but instead I'm stuck in this building with the strangest and the scariest man I've ever met. But then again, If I were home, my mother would be screaming at me. So I guess it's a win? Also I had to thank Kai for occupying my mind and not letting me think about food. I seriously needed to go to bed before I ended up eating something. Or worse- binging. I think I had less than 200 calories today which is a sign that I am slowly approaching danger zone. It isn't a diet anymore. I can't eat normally. I thought I could go back, but I guess my body won't let me. Or was it my mind?

"Miss?" Someone waved before my eyes.

"Yes? Sorry." Kai was standing beside the table that I occupied. 

"Are you closing soon?"

Should I lie? But then again, he isn't stupid. "Yes. Do you want to pay?"

"Oh no. I already did. I just wondered what occupied your mind that much." He had no idea.

"Nothing much. Just tired I guess. Can't seem to balance school and work."

"Ah. You see," he sat across me, "I don't believe you."

"Okay? I didn't try to be persuasive."

He smirked. Dear God, why was he so creepy but so hot at the same time?

"I still want to know what made you zone out for that long." Has he been staring at me the whole time?

"That's creepy. I don't even know you."

"What's that got to do with anything? I just asked you to tell me what's been botherung you. You looked fucking stressed."

"It really doesn't matter." I just wanted him to leave. 

"Wait. Here, I'll give you..." he reached into his  back pocket, "Fifty bucks if you tell me."

My lips curved. Come on, you can't blame me. Extra cash at my age isn't something you just don't accept.

"Ah! I knew it," he smiled, "Come on, doll, speak."

"It isn't anything interesting. My mom is just being a bitch, nothing unusual." I gave him the least I could and snatched the cash from his hand.

"She isn't letting you sleep over at your boyfriend's or something?" He laughed like I had the dumbest reason for not liking my mother.

"Not really. She just...Wants too much, I guess? And I'm not able to give her that." It felt weird saying that out loud. I think I never said it.

He stared at me for a second.

"I want to show you a trick." He put his right hand on the table. "Don't worry. It's something me and my older brother always used to do when we were little."

He reached with his pinky finger over to my hand. We locked fingers like we were making a pinky promise. 

"This is weird. And please hurry. My shift ends in fifteen minutes." 

"We have enough time. Okay, listen. Pinky power. Once the skin contact is made, no lies can be told and whatever we say, stays between us," he narrowed his black eyes, "Trust me, if you lie, I will know. Ready?"

When did I agree to this? Well, fuck it, I'll do it anyway.

"Do you love your family?" He asked, his expression serious.

"Yes." His mouth twitched.

"Do you like your family?"

"Absolutely not." I shook my head.

"Why is that?" 

How do I explain this to him without sounding like a total maniac? "My father is weak, he doesn't know how to stand up for himself. And my mother screams at me for merely existing. Her favorite hobby is emotionally draining me, then pulling my hair or slapping me because she feels like it. She regrets having me. I think she wants me to kill myself. It would be easier to have a dead daughter." My mind went blank. I felt nothing in that moment. Whatever he asked, I was going to tell him.

"Did you ever try to kill yourself?," he asked with a flat voice.

I thought for a second. Should I tell him the whole truth? He said he's going to know if I lie, but that doesn't mean...

"Don't think too much." His eyes went dark while I was literally choking under pressure of his gaze.

"No. I was never suicidal. I like living. But I..." words were stuck in my throat, "I...Sometimes, she would starve me. Saying I didn't deserve it. I had no money to buy something to eat. So I made a game out of it. I developed a disorder. It was the only thing I had some control over. I started it out of spite, but now it's real. It's worse than ever. But I don't want to stop."

His expression never changed. Not once. "Do you hate your mother for that?"

"You have no idea."

"I think I do have some idea about hating one of your parents. So, from experience, I need to ask you one more question."

I nodded. "Have you ever dreamt about killing her?"

I wanted to pull back from him, but his hand wouldn't let me. He pulled me even closer. "We can't break the contact," he gritted through his teeth.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," I exhaled, "Yes. And no."

"Elaborate." 

The restuarant was silent. I couldn't even hear the sound of cars outside. Lights were practically out. 

"I...I wanted her dead. But I don't think I would be able to do it. I had a," I inhaled, "A fantasy about someone killing her while I watched. It's so fucked up, but I just couldn't help it. It brought me relief that she was gone and someone cared enough to get rid of her for me." 

I was scared to look at him. He was going to call the mental ward and lock me there. I was fucked. Why did I tell him all of that? 

I looked up.

He was smiling. It wasn't a sympathetic smile, or a sad smile, or anything similar to that. He was grinning like a maniac. He released my hand and I realized my eyes were filled with tears. I blinked them away. 

He shook his head with closed eyes, "You're perfect. Perfect."

My voice was low, weak. "What? How could you think that after what I just told you?"

"Don't ask too many questions. I have a solution for you because I know you're destined for greater things. Tell me, do you wish to never be under your mother's thumb again?"

"I mean, yes? That's going to be when I turn eighteen, so I have to be patient."

He laughed. "Oh, no, baby, no. She's never going to let you go. She'll suffocate you until there is nothing left but a shell. No matter the age or what the law says, you'll always be controlled. While she's alive, at least."

"What are you saying?"

"Do you want my help? Do you wish to be finally free?"

This was so fucked up. I never met this man in my life. Why was he offering me help?

"What's in it for you?"

He cocked his head, "I get to keep you by my side."

My mouth was dry. I was scared, but...excited. Thrill rushed down my body as this psychopath was staring at me, offering me a sick escape. I was supposed to say no. I was supposed to save my soul.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I want your help."

He looked so happy, it made me happy.

"Good. Then, we're leaving now." I was hypnotized by him. I just nodded, not asking where or why, my mother taught me I shouldn't get in the cars with strangers, especially men, but my mother was also the reason for many of my problems. I'll do something that'll piss her off.

I got into Kai's car and shut the door. I was okay with the fact that he might end up killing me.

He said nothing for the most of the ride, but I noticed him glancing over at my skirt that rose up to my thighs. I didn't bother pulling it down. I mean, I wore mini skirts for a reason, right?

I pretended not to notice as I looked at my reflection in the closed window. Hollow cheeks, red lipstick, pale face. I was obsessed. I always wanted to look like a corpse with make up. My face was perfect, lipstick untouched, mascara a little smudged, dark circles under my eyes from sleepless nights. 

"You know you could eat a burger." I looked at him. I almost wanted to hug him. His words made me feel proud, like I achieved something big. And I guess I did.

"Really? Do you know that you're the first person ever to tell me that?" I felt weird happiness in my chest. 

"Well, yeah. Why do you look so surprised? I didn't mean it as a compliment. You have a problem. I'm not even sure it's supposed to be a compliment." He frowned, not taking his eyes off the road.

"It doesn't matter if it's supposed to be a compliment or not. Thank you for saying it." I didn't give two fucks if he thought I was some anorexic lunatic that needed years of therapy. I was happy. And he wasn't my parent or my guardian to tell me what to do.

"Just think about it. What's the point of being so skinny? It's not even attractive."

"The point is in being clean. I don't want to see a pound of fat on my body. It's disgusting. And I am to do with my body as I please. I don't give a fuck if someone likes to eat like a fucking pig because It's not my body, and certainly not my problem." I was so angry. Who the fuck he thought he was?

"Just saying. You look sick. And I mean really, really sick."

"I am aware. Like I'm also aware that I'm fucked in the head. And that's the reason for all of this," I gestured over my figure. 

I could feel his anger. He didn't like that I disagreed with him and stood up for myself, even if I was wrong.

"We're here." He suddenly said, getting out of the car. I followed him into the house I guessed was his. The whole neighborhood was silent. Lights were off everywhere. 

We got into his house and I didn't even got to see it clearly because he practically dragged me into his basement and started changing. He put on a black leather coat while looking for something. His phone? He called someone.

"I'm expecting you'll be here in five? Well don't try to make up excuses. This is a perfect opportunity. I don't care— No, drag yourself and your pathetic wife here." He called two more people and I just stood in the middle of the room staring at him. 

"What's your adress?" Was he really doing that now? "You know what, never mind. I found it." I wasn't going to ask him how. He looked like the person who instead of Instagram browsed dark web. 

"Okay, let's go. They're here." I had to ask him because he said nothing about it. I had to be sure.

"Why are we going to my house?"

Beat. A moment. "To kill your mother, of course."

There were other people with us, but I couldn't see their faces because of the creepy clown masks. Kai had one too. I felt like I was drugged. I didn't know what happened to me. I suppose I had enough. I know Kai is not the answer for my problems, at least not all of them. He's going to get rid of her and then what? No. Stop thinking. 

I listened to my brain this time. It was late. My parents were probably asleep. Probably in separate beds. It's going to be easier for Kai and the others to do the job. They kept their mouths shut and I didn't blame them. I still wasn't sure if I was part of this sick cult or whatever it was. I read enough about them to recognize a cult leader when I see one. 

The car suddenly stopped. We were in front of my house.

"This played out so good, little lamb. I knew you were perfect." Kai's voice was muffled under that mask and his words made my heart flutter. He was so sick. "Don't just stand there, baby. Be a good host. Invite us in. Come on," he gestured with one gloved hand towards my house. I felt everyone's eyes on me as I turned my back and started walking towards the door. What did he mean by this playing out good? Did he plan this before? It certainly did not matter.

We got in, doors creaking, but not enough to wake anyone up. My father was downstairs, in the guestroom, but my Satanic mother was in their bedroom. I went first, up the stairs, one by one, they followed me, Kai first, then the rest of them. 

I showed them the doors. 

Kai got in and they followed him. I shut the door behind me. I felt like I was seeing things through someone else's eyes. I didn't feel guilt and I wasn't regretting my decision. I remember everything through a coat of blur. Knives, a lot of them. They killed her in her sleep. Stabbed her too many times, I lost count. Sheets were soaked with red and the room started smelling like iron too. Kai used her blood to draw some sign on the wall that was facing the bed. It looked like a smiley face, but I wasn't sure. The job was done. I was free. I was free of any charges, since I wasn't home when it happened. I was going to sleep in my bed and wake up in the morning, shocked, petrified, screaming for help, calling the police, my father is going to be terrified too, but relieved. He would never admit it thought. 

We were in the car again. Then in front of Kai's house. "Leave. I want some time alone with our newest member."

"Kai, no. You can't drag her into this. She's just a child—" A feminine voice scorned him under her mask.

"Don't tell me what to do, Winter. Now leave," he raised his voice and I flinched. "We have much to talk about." He took off his mask and smiled knowingly at me. I wasn't scared of him anymore, though I knew I should be. He killed my mother for Christ's sake! 

We went into his basement again. The lights were already on and I watched him as he took off his mask and black coat. His shirt was soaked with my mother's blood. 

"What did you want to talk about?" I cocked my head.

"You were so good. I knew you could do it. Next time, maybe you'll even be the one holding the knife. You didn't even flinch!" He paced through the room and laughed, like he was talking to himself.

"You didn't do this for me, did you?"

He stopped, then looked at me, "I already told you. This played out perfectly. And I've been watching for quite some time now," his eyes darkened "When I found out that the woman who's been talking shit about me over her social media had a daughter, I had to see if she was as bitchy as her mother." Oh, so he did this to save his reputation. Of course.

"And," I swallowed, "Is she?"

He didn't answer me. Instead he marched to the other side of the room and pushed me against the wall, slamming his lips on mine. I was out of breath, not being able to process everything. Oh my god, he was kissing me! This insane, sick in the head, narcissistic, 30-something, psychopath was kissing me and I opened my mouth to him like the whore I was. I wanted him to touch me. No, I needed his blood stained hands on me right now. 

I pulled one of his hands and put it on my chest as his tongue continued to explore my mouth. He took off my sweater and shirt. I was left in a black bra and skirt.

"Aren't you scared of being arrested for fucking a minor?"

"I commited far more monstrous crimes than fucking a seventeen year old and you know it, " he breathed into my mouth. Red lipstick was smudged over his lips. His hand that was on my chest slipped under my skirt and found my panties. 

"You know it," his fingers entered me with ease, "And yet, you're still so fucking wet for me." My mouth fell open as he buried his fingers deeper if that was even possible. I wasn't a virgin, but then again, I've never been with a man. I took my own virginity so that I didn't have to bother. 

"Kai—" I breathed. I needed more.

He sat on one of the chairs beside the circular table and pulled me onto his lap, his thigh between my legs. My clit was aching for some king of friction so I started rubbing myself against the rough fabric of his jeans. 

"Aren't you desperate?" He pushed me on the floor, between his legs, he pulled out his belt and unzipped his pants. His intentions were clear and I was happy to oblige, but I had to touch myself or I'd go insane. I started stroking his already hard dick and rubbing my clit at the same time. 

He noticed. And he wasn't happy about it. "I thought you were going to be patient. But I guess not." He took his belt and with one move he tied my hands behind my back while I was still kneeling in front of him.

"Please, I just need to—"

"Yes, yes, I know, but you have to deserve it. Am I right?"

I nodded hesitantly and he scooped up my hair in his fist and used it to pull my head down. I took him into my mouth as the wetness and ache grew between my legs. 

Kai continued to pull my head down until his tip hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He chuckled.

My eyes teared up as I sucked his dick like my life depended on it.

He grunted and raised his hips, so I knew he was close. And I knew he was going to either come in my mouth or...

He pulled out and finished on my tits, painting my chest with his cum. 

"You were so good," he said with his head tilted back and eyes closed. He let my hair fall down my back and over my face. Kai dressed and got up, then pulled me with him, still tied.

He slammed me on the desk and I was able to just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Not that I minded.

"I feel like I'm going to break you," he said as he traced my very visible ribs with the tips of his fingers. "Break every bone in your body." 

I could feel my stomach sinking in and his words made me even a bigger mess than I already was. "Do it, please, please," I cried out as my hips rose towards him. 

"Since you asked so nicely...And the skirt stays on. Do you know how much willpower it took me not to bury my hand under your skirt and make you beg for more while we were driving?" He pulled my skirt up and didn't even bother to take off the panties, he just ripped them. He towered over me as I layed on his table, feeling the cool air on my swollen clit. 

Kai's fingers went over my aching pussy and my back arched towards his touch. He did nothing for a split second and then came the first slap. I yelped as the burning spread between my legs, but I didn't tell him to stop. He slapped me even harder and I cried out, most ungodly sounds coming from my mouth.

"Don't worry, you can scream as loud as you'd like."

He slapped my dripping cunt once more and after that I was sure I was going to feel his hands on me days after. He didn't wait for me to recover from his brutality, instead he buried two fingers inside me and started scissoring, wanting to spread me even wider. I threw my head back as he added one more. He buried them knuckle deep inside me and began curling them.

"I feel like you're a big girl. You can take one more." He didn't wait for my agreement. His four fingers were inside, making my pussy burn with pleasure. I wasn't able to form words. He spat on me and started massaging my clit while almost his whole hand was thrusting in and out of me. I felt pressure deep in my lower stomach and started panting and moaning for him to continue, but he did exactly the opposite. 

My cunt was left empty without his fingers and I could almost cry. I just needed a bit more.

"Don't look so upset. I'm not finished with you." 

Kai untied me and took his belt. He spread my legs as wide as he could and started spanking my pussy with it. I screamed more in pain than surprise, "Kai, no, stop, please stop-"

The pain was unbearable, but it was just enough  for my clit to start pulsing more and that pressure in my belly to grow. I screamed in pain as he continued to hit me with no mercy. I could feel my walls clenching and my back arched as I came undone. Orgasm hit me and I came down from my high, but Kai didn't stop. 

He started rubbing my abused cunt, overstimulating it. He was deaf to my begging and crying. It was too much. There was no pleasure anymore, just pure pain, but he continued to massage it and after a couple of minutes I was shaking with another orgasm. I knew I was too sensitive, but when I tried to close my legs, he stopped me. Then I noticed his rock hard dick under his jeans and my heart dropped. I was going to pass out. He was going to use me, not caring for my pleasure anymore.

"Just hold still a little more, doll." He pulled his dick out and slammed himself inside me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. Everything hurt, but he didn't care. His thrusts were fast and rough, I couldn't keep up. I could feel his orgasm building and he had no intention of pulling out. Kai continued to slam into me until he reached his peak. He filled me with his seed and when he finally pulled out I could feel it dripping from my pussy.

Kai helped me get up and as he was untying his belt, his hot breath was on my neck. "Welcome to the cult, baby."

[yandere-paramour]

How would Ata deal with a darling who’s absolutely terrified of her and everything going on?

Atalanta is not as soft and emotionally intelligent as Vivien, so this will be a learning curve for her.

She's good at explaining, outlining why she kidnapped you and what she expects from you, but she is not good with abject terror. She doesn't really understand why you would be scared of her and why you might not want to touch/be around her, so her cuddles feel more restricting than comforting.

But being on your own in the penthouse is nice. There are guards outside to make sure you don't leave, but you have the run of the place to yourself. She might send Noelle over for small periods of time to keep you company, but mostly you can relax between 9 and 5.

It's when she comes home that is the problem. You don't have to be worried about her poisoning you because she doesn't cook the food, so that's good, but you do have to eat with her. She won't make you bathe with her, and after that, she just sits and reads until she goes to bed at like 10pm. She gets up early, exercises, showers, and then she's back at work. On weekends, she'll spend time with you but that mostly consists of you both reading in her study or watching movies in the movie room, but when then the most she requires of you is you cuddling with her. She might even be satisfied with you just holding her hand. Maybe her parents come over but then it's just the four of you eating dinner and also reading or maybe playing a board game or some other quiet activity.

The real thing that endears you to Atalanta is just her... banality. She's just so fucking boring. All she does is work, read, or talk to you. She's a super mild person in her daily life, and exposure to her who eats vegetables every day and has a new book delivered to the penthouse every week will really desensitize you. She's just a normal, dull person. Her actions really lend credence to her words.

It's hard to be terrified of someone when you know such intricate details of their life AND they treat you like a goddess AND they've done nothing to scare you in months.

[sheluvv-gambino]

okay before i start i just wanna say how much i love your fics. they got me giggling, twirling my hair, yelling at the characters, all of the above. love you!!!

(my first time typing a request i’m so sorry if it doesn’t make sense 😭🤚🏽) do you think you could do a fic with 1610 Miles and black fem reader who are in a happy/stable relationship, but Gwen tries to break them apart/get miles to hookup with her? then reader finds out and doesnt stand for that shit? like, we beat her ass. i’m tired of seeing so many fics where we just brush it off or yell at Gwen. LIKE, BEAT HER ASS GIRL.

"Oh word!?"

A/N : Yes I added Hobie in just because I absolutely love the man but I didn’t add him as the next romantic partner just because i feel like using hobie as a rebound is so icky.

pairings : Aged up!1610!miles morales x black fem!reader (aged up to 18 because what 15 year old his sleeping with someone under his parents roof.

summary : If it’s okay for Miles to cheat and hurt you then it’s okay for you to proceed with anything you want to do, no matter if a certain blondie with a bad bob gets in the way.

warnings : violence, cheating, weed, gw*n ( Yup she’s a warning in itself especially after the way she did my man dirty.)

There was nothing that Miles could do that would lead you to thinking that he would ever cheat on you until hangouts with Gwen became more frequent.

You’re not a jealous person by any means and you’ve never restricted Miles from having any female friends, you just weren’t built to have a pit of hatred here for another woman that has a friendship with your man.

You would be a hypocrite to not let Miles have any female friends considering how close you and Hobie were. Hobie has never and would never overstep on any boundaries, he respected you and Miles way too much to do that.

But what you were built for was not tolerating when another girl attacks your relationship like a pigeon finally getting access to bread after begging from strangers just to get food.

It wasn’t your fault that Gwen couldn’t find a man nor keep a man.

She took the only genuine friendship she had and used it against Miles just because of how naive he was in that friendship.

Miles had always been sweet to you.He never skipped out on dates and always made you a priority in his life even though he juggled being Spiderman, a son, and your boyfriend.

Miles truly let him be himself when he was around you. He put his full trust into you like you had done with him.

But with Miles being the most perfect boyfriend he thought he could be, he also realised the second he screwed up what he had with you just by entertaining Gwen’s antics which ultimately led to the two of them in bed together heavy breathing.

Of course you realised the second Gwen started acting different with Miles.

You had even talked to Miles about setting boundaries so that she understood her place in Miles life and not to cross a bridge she couldn’t come back from.

“Ion like the way Gwen’s been moving with you lately. It’s like she went from totally platonic to flirting with you with no care in the world.” You said whilst massaging Miles’ scalp as his lay on your chest.

“Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I would’ve seen it.” Miles responded.

“That’s because my love, you are not a woman nor do you have the mind of one. You don’t see the way woman move behind closed doors.” You looked down at him lovingly.

“Maybe your just overreacting. I mean Gwen would never do that. Do you not trust me or something?” Miles questioned with pure disbelief in his voice.

“Nah I didn’t say that and you know it. Of course I trust, why else would i be with you. What I am saying is that right now I don’t trust her and her intentions. I’m telling you now if you don’t dead that shit she’s gonna use that as her way into snake this relationship and hurt us.” You told him now sitting up to have direct eye contact.

“Okay I hear you, mi vida.”

He obviously heard you he just clearly didn’t understand you.

You were walking home from Miles’ apartment when you realised that you left your purse that had your keys inside as well. So you decided to just walk back to Miles’ as you knew he wouldn’t have mind.

You were just there thirty minutes ago what could’ve changed in half an hour

Apparently a lot.

Walking back into Miles’ apartment you took your shoes off to respect his parents rules even when they weren’t here.

You knocked on his door before opening it and walked in.

You weren’t ready for what was in front of you.

They obviously didn’t hear you as they kept up the action on his bed.

“Oh word?! That’s what we doing now? You got that bitch in your bed after I told you how i felt about what she was doing. How incompetent do you have to be to loose a three year relationship over a girl that clearly doesn’t even respect you or me!” You said calmly, you weren’t going to let them know the bubbling tension you felt in your heart in that moment.

They quickly gathered themselves and Miles pulled himself from Gwen and made his way over to you.

Before he could even stutter a half assed apology you launched over to Gwen who was putting her pants back on and dragged her by her brittle hair down to the floor.

You couldn’t even hear what Miles was trying to say, you pounded Gwen’s head in numerous times .

Although she was stronger than you due to her spider powers she clearly had never been a fight without her suit before.

She on the ground trying to cover her head looking like a cockroach that had just been found.

She was bleeding from so many holes that you had given her.

You pulled her up just to slam how by the ridges of Miles’ bed to make her back hurt.

All whilst this was happening Miles was just standing in the corner having no idea what to do.

Sure he had just had sex with Gwen but that didn’t mean she didn’t deserve that ass beating since she was the one to initiate her and Miles’s interaction after you had left.

Finally you had come back to your senses and let go of Gwen.

You booted her with your foot just to be sure you left Miles to deal with a bleeding mess.

“That’s the bitch you put over me, just remember that. We’re done you dumbass nigga!” You looked a Miles as you dusted of your hands and darter out the Morales residence. Even though Jeff loved you like his own he was still a police officer and you had just broken up with his son so the odds weren’t particularly in your favour since you had just beat up Gwen in his home.

As you walked back to your house from Miles’ for the last time you decided to text Hobie.

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“I am so bloody glad I popped over to your dimension.” Hobie laughed as he took in another drag of the joint the two you had lit up.

“Ha ha Hobie, yes me getting cheated on is very funny.” You glared at him and snatching the joint back into your hands.

“Nah I’m sorry lov’ i just weren’t expecting that is all, as cheesy as it sounds I’ll always be ‘ere for ya.” He said genuinely, slugging his arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer.

“Yeah, thanks Mr Hobart Brown!” You giggled, the weed finally hitting you.

“Oi!”

[the-guilty-writer]

No one asked for this but it's too late now.

disabled/mentally ill/chronically ill child and which BAU parent would be the most accomodating.

(of course all of them would be supportive and do their best but some of them would be naturally more accomodating for certain things. Just trust me.)

Some of these are really specific and others are more general be kind please it was 2 am when I thought of this

Spencer- absolutely the best dad an autistic kid could ask for. He knows the signs before a meltdown and exactly what to do. If you're non verbal he learns sign language to help you, gets you stim toys based on what motor function you find the most soothing, and this man would be the biggest supporter of your special interests (really this needs no explaination. I could go on for hours about this)

JJ- a learning disability. Not only is she mama bear who will fight a teacher that critisized you but her whole job revolved around communicating well. She knows how to adjust and break things down and go slow. She would figure out the best way to accomodate you and follow through every time. You never have to worry about her losing her patience with you, she knows you need breaks, and she doesn't care what grade you get- she's just proud that you tried your hardest and got through it.

Penelope- Depression. Not only is this woman nearly impossible to be sad around, but Garcia understands sadness and grief and darkness. She doesn't like it, but she understands it and how awful it feels. She also understand that sometimes you just have to feel the feelings and not try to fix them right away. She's all sunshine and rainbows, but she knows you have to weather the storm first. She helps you get through it, slow and steady, but once it's time to get up and going she knows how to do that too.

Morgan- Any physical disabilty. This man would find the best house possible and then restore it and fit it with any ramp, handles, resizing, etc. you need. Would totally redo your dining room to be a first floor bedroom if you needed it and outfit it with an accessible shower. He finds a way to modify just about any sport you want to try so you can play. Can and will fight buisnesses over their lack of following of accessible laws.

Emily- Ambulatory wheenchair user/dynamic physical disability. She makes sure you have any mobility aids, modifications to the living space, and will fight people if they don't follow accessible laws. But she also makes you feel badass- she points out that canes and crutches make great weapons (talk shit get hit) and using your wheelchair is a power move she always encourages you to take if you need it. If you need bravery, she'd let you borrow hers. Would cut a death glare to anyone who questioned your validity.

Hotch- emotion and mood disorders. Hotch is so steady when it comes to his mood and emotions and he's great at not taking things personally. So it doesn't matter how high or low you are or if you blow up at him and say things you don't mean because he knows it's not always in your control. You can depend on him to be okay when you aren't and make descision when you don't trust that you're in the right state of mind. He's your rock- always stable and consistent and reliable, even when you can't be.

Rossi- disordered eating. HEAR ME OUT OKAY. A lot of people who restrict have one special dish/snack that has significant and GOOD meaning to it and a lot of times it plays a really big role in recovery and Rossi would make sure you have that whenever you want. If you have more selective tendencies he's sure to get the exact thing you like every time because no child of his is going to eat generic we all know the brand name is better. Rossi believes that a relationship with food should be one of love and he helps foster that in the most sensitive and kind way possible

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Any headcanons on how the townsfolk react to the farmer having magic?

Sure thing :D

By the way, it became interesting to me, what kind of magic exactly does the Farmer use in the vanilla game? In fact, only interaction with Junimo, the ability to talk with wild animals and the transmutation of bars (which is more alchemy than magic, I think?) comes to mind. So I decided to write the reaction of the inhabitants as if the Farmer has some kind of spells like a fireball, telekinesis and other such that the first thing comes to mind. Hope you like it, dear anon ❤️

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Unfortunately, Pierre doesn't have anything "magic" for the Farmer in his shop. Oh, they just want to buy seeds? Well, with magic or not, a client is still a client! Just please don't accidentally burn his store with a fire spell or something.

Penny only giggled nervously after receiving information from the Farmer, and the following days she tried to avoid them. Now she is much calmer, but nonetheless, how in the world-?

Abigail knew that the Farmer is not so simple at first glance! Even the fact that they just understand little apple-like spirits delights Abby. It's so cool! If they also have some other combat magic, then it's even better!

Well... This magic of theirs doesn't restrict them from eating normal food, does it? No? Wonderful! Then Gus will gladly serve the Farmer in the Saloon, without any prejudice. Maybe he will even calm down his other visitors, who will climb to the Farmer with their annoying polls after an extra mug of beer.

Magic? Young one, George is not up to your hocus-pocus right now. Go show your tricks with bunnies and hats to kids or someone else, and let him watch his TV. Hmmph!

Rasmodius' only wish is that the young Farmer not fall under the control of his ex-wife if she takes an interest in their giftedness. Besides that, the wizard's door to the tower will always be open for the Farmer if they have a problem with magic control, or they want to learn a new spell.

Magic, you say? Can they conjure pink cake right into Haley's house? What about diamonds? Or maybe even a pony? No? Well, then what's the point in this magic. Boring...

Gunther once heard that people with a "special gift" are looking for incredible artifacts where no ordinary eye can see. Well, now the young Farmer has the opportunity to test this theory in practice, and don't forget to tell Gunther about it!

Sorry bud, but Shane can't be fooled by all this crap. No, don't show him the glowing energy from hands. And don't force objects to levitate in the air. The hell are you- stop lift him into the air with magic, no! Put Shane back down, for fuck's sake! Magic is not real!

"You can do a fire spell? For real? Can you demonstrate?" When the Farmer made a small fireball that emitted from their hand, Sebastian immediately held a cigarette to the little magic fire. "Thanks, I lost my lighter recently."

Tired Kent, having seen a demonstration of magic from the Farmer, simply turns around 180 degrees and goes home. First, the nightmares, and now also hallucinations in reality. He. Need. Fucking. Break.

Don't even think about playing pranks on Pam with these tricks, or she'll whip the Farmer so badly that no magic in the universe will soothe the burning pain in their ass! And she mean it, kiddo. Just don't.

Awesome! It's so awesome! Oh, can Farmer move in the air? How about moving things with their mind? Oh, can they move a slice of pizza in the air? Sam just wants to repeat that 'pizzakinesis' meme from the internet. Aww, c'mon, don't look at him like that, it will be fun!

The poor Farmer immediately regretted that they decided to tell Demetrius about their magical abilities. Because at first the scientist expressed incomprehension, and after the demonstration he took the young Farmer by the hand and almost forcibly led him to the laboratory "to study an incredible phenomenon!"

Robin was the one who quickly cooled her husband's ardor and told him that the Farmer was their friend, not a lab rat. The town carpenter doesn't care too much that the Farmer has some kind of power, because they're a good person. Besides, with neighbors such as Linus and members of the Adventurer's Guild, nothing will surprise Robin.

Speaking of neighbors, Linus will take news very calmly. He himself doesn't have magic in his blood, but he can feel the flows of someone else's energy. Will always support the Farmer if magic bothers them.

Marlon, as an adventurer who has seen an untold number of miracles in his life, will also calmly respond to the magical talent of a young member of his Guild. He will give the Farmer the opportunity to stay in his Guild if someone starts to annoy the Farmer because of their magic.

Gil will also not stand aside and cheer up the young adventurer if they lose heart, treat them to good whiskey (just a little bit) and give wise advice along with Marlon. Magic or not, one should not tease a person because of prejudice towards magic.

Maru, like Demetrius, will also be interested in studying this phenomenon, because she also believes that there is nothing that science could not explain. True, unlike her father, she will politely invite the Farmer to her home, not forcibly pull them along.

Heh, and Lewis was just thinking not to book a clown for the fair this year. Maybe after the show, the Farmer wants to show a couple of tricks for tourists? Don't worry, he'll pay them for their work. A? Real magic? Why yes, of course... magicians never tell their secrets, right? ;)

After many stories of his ol' Man, as well as some of the miracles that he himself found while sailing on the ship, Willy is no longer surprised about anything. If the Farmer wants, they can go fishing together on the beach and Willy will tell him stories about mermaids, miracles and magic.

Even though the Farmer has healing spells, Harvey asks them not to self-medicate. Funny tho, but he's not as surprised by Farmer's magic ("I've seen you do weirder things")

Magic? Oh, the Farmer wants to show her sons card tricks or something? Ok, Jodi doesn't mind, just please don't litter too much in the house, she just cleaned up recently.

Caroline will have mixed feelings about this. The last time she dealt with something magical was when she went to... Ah, no, never mind. As long as the Farmer doesn't harm anyone with their magic, Caroline doesn't mind.

Oh, you want to see real magic? Discounts up to 70% on almost all products at JojaMart, come and get it! (Morris doesn't give a damn about their magic as long as the Farmer buys seeds here and not from competitors).

Krobus knows that some people can wield arcane powers, like the same Wizard. Maybe if the Farmer talks about their abilities and human culture, then Krobus will share interesting facts about the Shadow people.

Elliott doesn't believe Farmer's words at first. "For me, a miracle is when I can untangle my hair without harming it." The Farmer is casting a spell in a language Elliott doesn't know, and now writer's hair is tangle-free, styled and braided. Ok, now Elliott believes in magic.

Oh yes, Emily has felt a strong flow of Farmer's energy since the day they moved to Stardew Valley. She wants to invite them to a crystal meditation sometime so that the Farmer opens their chakras and releases their energy. "Emily, this isn't exactly what-" Oh no, it's too late...

At first, Alex is surprised by this, but then quickly comes to his senses, trying to remain cool. "I really hope you don't use these tricks in sports, because only losers and weaklings will do this."

Sorry Farmer, but Clint is not going to buy gold ore and bars from them, as they themselves claim, "created with the help of magic." People already tried to deceive him like this in other cities. "Clint, this has more to do with alchemy than magic" "You get the point"

"Well, one more unusual neighbor for me," Marnie thought, finally understanding why the Farmer was never afraid to go to the wizard's tower despite her warnings about strange noises.

Leah is also not too surprised by the unusual neighbor. After all, the valley itself is a magical place, just like in fairy tales, so why be surprised by the same wizard or a young Farmer with their magic?

"Oooh! Please, show us some tricks, Mr./Mrs. Farmer! Please! Pretty please!" Now Jas and Vincent will not leave the poor Farmer until the evening.

[fyrewalks]

a (hopefully) comprehensive look at bob and jewishness:

bob grew up in a reform jewish household. between his dad not being jewish and all the upheaval they faced being a military family, bob knows he didn't have the most traditional upbringing. still, both parents made judaism a priority so he doesn't really feel like he missed out on much.

at this point in bob's life, he tends to prioritize cultural/personal celebrations and reflections of his faith. he still goes to shabbat services often, but at the same time, is fine with missing out on synagogue.

a good estimate is that bob goes two to three times a month when he's stateside. generally, he prefers early saturday morning services because he likes friday night being for friends, family, and food. he also tends to skip shabbat service if he's gone earlier in the week for a holiday.

also, sometimes he'll make the joke that shabbat is a time for 'mental rest' and that he's completely justified in playing video games/goofing off. otherwise, he doesn't follow shabbat restrictions.

whenever he moves, he finds local kosher supermarkets, delis, cafes etc first. bob, at his core, is a foodie.

(regardless of if i have him based at top gun or lemoore, he meets megan miller during one of his supermarket hunts. megan is a local navy housewife and invites him to attend shabbat with her family; they become decently close friends and bob occasionally babysits for them. fc: jenny slate)

bob follows 'lazy kosher' meaning he mostly follows the rules in terms of what meats/proteins to eat. he does make exceptions for shrimp and the dairy rule, nor does he keep separate items in his kitchen. most of what he buys has a kosher symbol on it and whenever he's unsure at a restaurant, he just sticks to veggie options.

bob has a floral mezuzah that was gifted to him by his sister, gracie, when he started flight school.

bob doesn't fast on the anniversary of his sister's, stevie's, death. he finds it too hard. he does light a candle for her, though, and donates to the children's hospital she was treated at every year.

the only shiva bob has done was for stevie. he absolutely hated it, but that is mostly due to him being an angry ten year old struggling in the wake of such a devastating loss. bob hasn't visited stevie's grave in a while, but he has been collecting rocks for it.

while it's a bit 'untraditional', bob has a bumble bee tattoo with stevie's name above his left elbow. he won't admit that he was drunk when he got and is generally conflicted on if he'd get another tattoo. he knows that if he did, he'd get one in hebrew.

bob loved learning hebrew and can/does still speak it. he understands yiddish well, but can't carry out full conversations. he uses yiddish the way most people do, saying something looks schmutz or calling a little kid bubbeleh etc.

bob minored in jewish studies in college. it was a way to keep up with hebrew, keep him busy after he stopped drinking, and helped him reconnect with his faith.

bob didn't attend synagogue or go to hillel while his drinking was at it's worst the first two years or so of college. this was less a rejection of his faith and more him knowing, on some level, that if he'd gone to temple, that his drinking and the fight with his parents that precipitated it, would've been acknowledged and he wasn't ready to confront either. getting back into regular temple attendance and involved with hillel after he made the decision to stop drinking is one of the biggest things that helped him keep sober. (he does now drink wine with shabbat and other dinners, but never in social settings like a bar or big group parties.)

unsurprisingly, for bob's mitzvah project, her organized a few bake sales and donated the profits to a local food bank. (if you can't tell, food is a really big thing for him.)

bob donates to charities for most holidays, regardless of if he's celebrating it himself or attending synagogue. he has a handful of foodbanks and family services nonprofits that he cycles through. the idea of charity and giving back is something his mom really pushed as he grew up, especially after they benefited from help in the wake of his mom's depression following stevie's death, and bob's grateful for it now because tikkun olam is a big guiding force for him. this is also why if he runs marathons, he'll do it for a charity. (he will admit he probably doesn't physically volunteer enough outside the occasional foodbank during thanksgiving and purim)

rosh hashana - sometimes he'll attend service, but he always does a nice dinner for it when stateside. he likes experimenting with different apple and honey themed desserts.

yom kippur - bob absolutely prioritizes going to temple for this holiday. he'll go both on yom kippur eve (for kol nidre) and during the day. generally, he will not fast if it falls during the week. instead, he'll give up coffee and keep his food light/bland. this year since it fell on fri/sat, he did fast. he'll either attend a big break the fast get together with friends/family, or go out somewhere nice, regardless of he's fasted or not. he also lights a candle for stevie during this time too.

sukkot - it might be the festival of booths, but he is not making a sukkah himself. his mom never did, so it's not something he grew up helping with. he may go to one at temple or family/friends, and generally just celebrates the first day.

simchat torah - honestly, bob tends to be holiday'd out at this point. he generally skips out now as an adult, but his mom did place some importance on this celebration when he and the girls were younger since reading the torah is a accomplishment no matter how often you've gone through it.

hanukkah - bob goes to synagogue at least once but often more if he's visiting his family. (his mom is the treasure for her synagogue's board, so bob's accepted that he goes with her as often as she does whenever he's visiting florida, regardless of holiday.) his parents focused on giving out small, meaningful/useful gifts and experiences (think tickets to the zoo etc) and that's something bob carries on himself. this is one of his favorite holidays to cook for.

(since bob's dad isn't jewish, he did grow up celebrating christmas and easter. bob definitely has a preference for hanukkah, but he does associate christmas with more fun, frivolous and unnecessary gifts. his parents also only decorated for both at the same time if they overlapped, otherwise there were often times when they only had a tree up for like a week.)

tu bishvat - again, this is a holiday that bob doesn't do much for now as an adult. his family has planted trees for stevie in the past, though. if he does anything for it now, it's likely just to make bread or almond cake for friends/family or any bake sales.

purim - like passover, this is a a holiday that bob is certain to go to temple for. it's also a favorite of his! (tho sometimes he's indecisive and says it's tied with hanukkah.) he loves that it's fun and joyous, and it was likely one of the first things that got him laughing after stevie passed in february. he loves making gift baskets of food and goes all out (fancy jams, candied nuts, etc). please don't make him dress in costume, though, he has no interest in that part. he will also volunteer at a food drive/backe sale during this time too.

passover - bob only does seder for the first night, but will sometimes go to a community seder later on. he also really enjoys cooking for this, but isn't as creative since he mostly just sticks to family recipes - he does now add an orange to his plate. growing up his mom would put chocolate on their matzo, and it's something he still craves outside of passover. he's hit or miss on the no leavened/fermented bread thing outside of a seder meal. also, the maggid/four questions used to make him so nervous as a kid.

shavuot - bob doesn't do much beyond buying or sending fresh flowers to his mom.