#THIS EPILOGUE IS JUST PERFECT!!!

[misfit-megumi]

Little Feet - Touya x Reader

For my Follower Celebration. I wrote this in the Passing Peonies Universe, I hope my Anon Requester won't mind.

0. 

The bell chimes as the door opens. Rico smiles as he gingerly makes his way through the shop, careful not to throw any plants of the shelves. Not for the first time Touya is amazed how he could have ended up with a job like this with a Quirk like his.

“Himiko.” Touya calls for her. “Your husband is here.”

Himiko is nothing but a flash of blond hair and a green apron as she moves past him, leaping into Rico’s arms with a shriek.

“Baby!” She peppers kisses over his face and Touya turns away to give them some privacy. 

You’ve come out from the back room as well, carrying a Bonsai in your arms.

“Let me.” He moves over to take the heavy plant from you, taking the time to press his mouth against your temple.

“We’re going out for lunch.” Himiko declares somewhere from behind him and he turns, comment ready when he notices something that has him freeze.

He knows Rico to be protective, kind and overall gentle with everything that he does. But this is new. 

Himiko is standing in front of him, holding his left hand with both of hers, playing with his wedding ring. That’s a common sight but Rico’s right hand is protectively splayed over Himiko’s belly in a way that can only mean one thing.

Your hand lands on his elbow a second too late, as his tongue moves faster than his brain.

“Are you pregnant?” He asks and Himiko’s eyes flick up to his, something like fear visible in her eyes.

“Yes.” Rico answers for his wife. “We are.” There is so much pride in his voice Touya can feel it settle around him, like the first snow of the year. 

You gush excitedly next to him and not for the first time it feels like there are two separate conversations going on. One between you and Rico and one between him and Himiko. 

He swallows thickly and thinks what he wants to say. What she needs to hear…

“They better call me Uncle Touya.” He says, “The kid, I mean.”

Himiko’s face changes in slow motion, her eyes grow big with surprise before they fill with a soft fondness she rarely shows openly to anyone but those closest to her.

“Course.” Rico says and looks down at Himiko. “Right?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “Of Course.”

They leave soon after for their lunch date, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask and step closer, take his hand and play with his fingers.

“I didn’t know they were planning to have children.”

“Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t.” You shrug. “But they are happy and they have all means necessary to raise a happy and healthy child.”

“Do you want children?” He turns to look at you. “I mean I know you want children and I want them too but I’ve been so caught up in just living one day after the other, I forgot to think about that we’re getting older and-”

You laugh softly and kiss him. 

“We’re not that old yet, Touya. We still have time if you don’t feel ready yet.”

“How about that?” He asks. “I��ll make sure that each day turns out nice and you’ll take the planning for the future?”

You laugh again. “We’re already doing that anyway, Touya. But yes, let’s do it that way.”

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1.

Two yellow eyes blink back at Touya in a mess of chocolate pudding.

“Izumi.” He huffs softly and is rewarded with a bright, cheeky smile. “Yes, you know exactly what you did, I’m sure.”

The boy, barely one and a half years old yet big for his age, smashes his hands down into the mess covering his plate.

“I thought you loved chocolate pudding.” Touya grabs some wipes from the counter and starts wiping the boy's face, careful to be gentle.

With a groan, you wake up from your nap. Touya sends you a smile over the head of Izumi who’s at least not fighting against getting cleaned up.

“You’re already eating?” You ask, rubbing your face. “How long did I sleep?”

“Just long enough for Izumi to redecorate his face. When’s Himiko coming to pick him up? Did she say anything?”

“I don’t remember.” You yawn and sink down into the pillows again. “Gosh, I’m so tired.”

“That’s your coffee consumption coming back to haunt you.” He teases you and pulls Izumi out of his high chair.

The boy giggles happily as he gets carried over to where you are.

“Aunty.” He says softly, stretching out his arms towards you. Touya looks down at him, pride filling his chest. 

“Yes, that’s right Izumi. That’s Aunty. Can you say Uncle too?”

“Dada.” Izumi blinks up at him. 

“No, not Dada. Rico is Dada. You know, the big guy who puts you to bed every night?”

“Mama.” Izumi smiles brightly and you giggle at the defeated look on Touya’s face.

“Not Mama either. If you keep this up, I won’t let you play with our daughter when she’s born, you hear me?”

“Don’t be mean, Touya.” You huff and pull Izumi closer to you. The boy looks up at Touya and curls around your belly as if he knows that someone important is growing inside of it.

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2.

His daughter is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

She’s red faced and wrinkly, hands balled to fists and screaming her head off.

Her eyes are as blue as his, capturing him the first time she opens them.

There are no words for what he feels. Warmth is seeping into every fiber of his body as he holds her, little Touju. This is a new kind of fire and one he never wants to go out.

“Look at her.” He tells you as Touju drinks eagerly, one of her tiny hands free from the blanket she’s wrapped in. “She’s so perfect.”

He kisses your temple, presses his face into your hair to hide his tears. But you know him better than that, your free hand finding his. You offer him comfort with your touch, a hand to hold onto. 

“I wonder if my Dad felt this way.” He tells you in a whisper, the words barely getting past his throat. “When I was born.”

“I think he did. I can’t imagine a parent not feeling this way for their child.”

He curls around you on the small hospital bed, wishing he could freeze his moment forever. Just you and him and Touju and nothing to be afraid of, nothing that can hurt any of you.

“Why wasn’t he a better father then?” He asks, tears burning in his eyes, choking him. “Why-?”

“Touya.” Your voice is soft but firm enough to pull him out of his mind. 

“I don’t want to excuse your fathers behaviours in the past but you cannot forget that he did not have any support besides your mother. You’ve been able to utilize therapy and other support. You are not the same.”

He falls silent after that, bringing your joined hands up to rest them under Touju, holding her close.

You don’t speak either, allowing him to process the moment.

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3.

There’s no better thing than spending Sunday Mornings with his daughter on his chest while you sleep next to him.

Touju shares his tendency to wake up early, but as soon as she’s fed she falls quiet again. Her warm body fits perfectly against his and he smiles at her whenever she manages to lift her head to look at him.

There’s no better thing than her sweet babbling, her excited giggles or the face she makes when she eats, fully content with the world.

Touju might be the most loved child in the world.

His mother sewed her baby blanket by hand and the stuffed yellow duck that never leaves Touju’s side was made by your mother. 

His brothers and sister have a groupchat where they discuss who gets to babysit next and his father is known to hijack their plans by showing up first.

And then there’s Izumi.

The backroom is littered with pictures of the two children. 

Izumi holding Touju. The two of them cuddled up during a picnic. 

He’s close to his own little brother Yasushi, but he’s closer to Touju.

And when the worry comes knocking at Touya’s heart, your hand is there to hold his, to remind him… That you’re the one planning the future and he’s the one taking care of the day.

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4.

Touju’s fourth birthday has come and gone without any sign of her Quirk.

She’s not too interested in it either, not when there’s so much other stuff to do.

“Too-chan.” She climbs into his lap during breakfast. “Can I come to work with you today?”

“Hmm?” He looks down at her. “You want to come to work with me?”

“YES! I want to help with the garden too!”

“Are you sure? Izumi comes into the shop after school.”

That has her rethinking her wish, lower lip caught between her teeth as she ponders her plans.

Touya looks over to you and stretches out his hand to softly caress the swell of your belly. You rest your hand on his, halting him in his movement just in time to make him feel his son kick.

“Too-chan…” He looks down at his daughter who seems to have come to a decision.

“Can we come back home early? I want to spend time with Izumi.”

“No, baby. I can’t come back home early. We’re at a tight schedule with the garden. But I can ask Aunt Fuyumi to pick you up after work and walk you home? Is that okay?”

She furrows her brows, distraught by having to choose between spending time with her father or her best friend. 

“Okay.” She says finally. “But can we cuddle before we go to work?”

“Of course.”

Touju sinks into him, face pressed against his chest just like she’s done as a newborn. 

Touya moves, careful not to disturb Touju, until he sits right next to you, elbows knocking into each other.

“Hey beautiful.” He kisses you.

You hiss into his kiss and he looks down at your belly.

“Touju.” He tells his daughter quietly. “I think you need to teach Hyouta to be a bit nicer to Mama.”

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5.

They have gone over this so many times already, Touju’s rolling her eyes sassily as he explains again.

“This is important, Baby.” He tells her with his best Dad-voice. “Can you repeat what I just said?”

“If I feel funny, I have to step back from other people and hold up my hands in case my quirk is coming in. I have to find the nearest grown up and wait until the feeling passes.”

“Exactly. You’re doing great, baby. Until we know what your quirk is it’s best to be cautious, okay?”

“Are you afraid that it’s going to be fire like Grandpa?” Touju asks as she takes his hand to walk the short distance from the car to the garden they’re working in today.

“Any quirk can be dangerous when used wrong.” He explains and she cocks her head to the side to look at him.

“But Aunty Himiko was afraid, right? Izumi told me that she cried a lot before his quirk got in.”

“Aunty Himiko has been treated badly because of her quirk in the past. She didn’t want Izumi to be treated the same.”

“I think Izumi’s quirk is the coolest.” Touju exclaims with confidence. “He should become the next Symbol of Hope.”

“You think so?” He brushes a hand through her hair that she wanted to keep open today. 

“Yeah! He’s like the Phantom Thief, but cooler!”

“Well, you gotta tell Uncle Izuku then.”

“I did. Uncle Zuku said he thinks that it’s a great idea.”

“That sounds like him. Now, come on. We got to get to work.”

He turns away from her for a second to unlock the heavy gate to the garden. 

When he turns back, Touju look at him in a way he hasn’t seen before.

“Are you okay, Baby?”

“I feel weird.” She says, her voice high with anxiety. “Is that my Quirk coming in?”

“That depends. Take a deep breathe, okay? Like that. You’re doing great, Baby.”

Touju takes a deep breathe, then another. Her hands, still so tiny against his own, shake in front of her as they hold a perfect golden flame.

Touya sinks on his knees and puts his hands beneath hers, holding them steady.

“Look at it.” He says, his voice soft. “This is your gift.”

“Like Grandpa?” Touju asks, her voice breathy. 

“And Uncle Shouto and me. This is your quirk.”

“Are you mad that it’s fire?” Touju’s voice shakes like her hands had before. The flame disappears as if it hadn’t been there at all.

Touya pulls her close, wraps her up tightly in his arms.

“No.” He says, knowing that it’s the truth. “I could never.”

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@misfit-megumi @shoulmate @pixiesavvy @the2ndl @neko-my-cat @chelseaquake @tiredslepz @frozen-phoenix17 @spltbtch @touyasprettydoll @dream-girl-stuff @fuzztacular

Tagged all my Passing Peonies Friends.

[saturdaysky]

we'll be alright, love. we'll make it through, you'll see.

just a doodle of my gnome tav, mayhew, and gale sometime in the long, dark night of the soul that is act 2

line version:

used a photo ref for the general pose. refs are amazing ✌

[returntodreamland]

have a merry magolor day

[marimeeko]

After the fifth time that Katsuki pops up at UA, surprising Izuku with Bento for lunch, calling him "sensei" in a cocky(affectionate) tone, Kouta just stops at Izuku's desk on his way out of the room and asks him point blank,

"So are you and DynaMight actually dating, or what?"

Izuku sputtering and dropping all of his paperwork and avoiding the question out of sheer dumbfoundedness.

Then, the sixth time that Katsuki barges in, as he is thrusting the bento into Izukus hands as usual, Kota raises his hand, and stands up from his seat and yells out,

"DynaMight, sir!! Pardon me, but are you dating Deku-Sensei??" And the whole class gasps and whispers. Katsuki appears just as dumbfounded as he looks wide-eyed at Kouta and the students.

"Kouta!" Izuku balks, but then Katsuki suddenly grins mischievously. Izuku doesn't trust that look...

"Well, brat, maybe I SHOULD date him, then I could make sure Sensei doesn't forget to eat every day, right??" Katsuki looked entirely too pleased at the louder gasps and chatter that came from the students. He has a wicked grin as he turns his sharp red eyes back to Izuku.

"K-Kacchan, what are you doing?!" Izuku stammers, beet red and grabbing his arm. "This is not the time for--"

"If you don't want me disrupting your class, then stop leaving your Bento in the fridge!!" Katsuki scolds Izuku before swinging himself back out of the open window. There was a fresh wave of gasps and excited murmuring at the insinuationthat the two lived together. "We're ROOM MATES, OK?" He adds hastily, pointing his finger at the noisy classroom of kids.

He drops out the window and blasts off.

Izuku is left, stood at his desk, hands planted and hanging his head, trying to collect enough of himself to quell the riotous theories now flying around his classroom.

Kouta stands at his own desk amidst his unruly classmates, eyes narrowed as if he had just realized something, "I knew it!" He hisses.

"You're the worst," Izuku texts Katsuki later.

"I know" katsuki replies.

"Now eat your fuckin food or I'll stop making it for you."

--

I think I was inspired by this art post ^^;

[dreamerdrop]

I don’t talk about my love for Kira Nerys too often because. Look. I think if DS9 handles anything well, it’s Kira, hands down.

Her character development is a work of art. She is so traumatised, so angry, so beaten down and STILL FIGHTING at the start. She struggles so much with her PTSD, with the idea that she is ever allowed to be in anything but attack mode…

And then, slowly, gradually, she becomes a whole new person. She laughs, she smiles, she makes corny jokes, she does dumb fun things for the sake of enjoying herself. She has friends, she has a family, she is surrounded by love and joy and HOPE.

Even in the middle of second war, she’s DIFFERENT now. She’s not the same miserable angry person she was, afraid to let go of the vigilant surivival instincts that kept her alive for so long. She’s come back to life as a person who has something to live for.

She has done terrible things. Her hands are stained with blood. She is never going to be able to forget her trauma or the suffering, both her own and that of her people, nor the suffering she inflicted while fighting for her freedom. But she recovers. She heals. She carves out an existence where she is truly, genuinely happy to be alive.

I don’t need to talk about Kira as much as some other characters because this all happens on screen. It’s right there, and it’s beautiful and perfect.

Kira Nerys goes from a person who cannot conceive of herself outside of the horrors she has suffered, inflicted, and fought against, to someone for whom her trauma is just one part of the larger picture, a piece of a rich and vibrant tapestry that is now filled, overwhelmingly, with joy.

Kira Nerys is like, hands down, bar none, one of, if not THE best characters Star Trek has ever created. I love her so much. She is just, completely and utterly perfect, especially in her flaws.

[afurtivecake]

Thinking about Nicky being openly and loudly gay while Kevin's all, 'it's easier to be straight if you want to play exy' and wondering if anyone has actually given him shit for being an openly gay athlete in class I collegiate exy. AFTG does seem to be set in a universe where homophobia exists and seems fairly common but maybe Kevin's just wrong. Or maybe (and I think this is a funnier interpretation), Nicky gets no blow-back for being out and gay because actually no one has noticed he's gay (despite his best efforts) -- in fact, they haven't really noticed Nicky even exists. Kevin and Neil have so thoroughly dominated the public image of the PSU Foxes and what with the news about Aaron killing a guy with a racquet and Andrew breaking Riko's arm on live TV, Nicky is nothing but a number on a roster in the public's eye. He could probably stroll into the middle of a court after a game, kiss a dude and proclaim to the world he's here and he's queer and everyone would just be like, "who the fuck is that? ANYWAY did you hear about that crazy rumour about Jean Moreau?"

[zorionbbq]

"The morning lit his bedroom with tepid lilacs. Wherever light could reach, there were bulging cabinet handles, sallow sheets, flattened carpets; where it couldn’t, there was nothing at all. The pale spots of life, surrounded by pitch-black pits and corners, looked like a poorly printed photograph."

fanart for @cleveradjacent's fic "This Weapon Wants"! :^]

[aaronwarner]

SEOHYUN & LEE JUN-YOUNG AS JUNG JI-WOO & JUNG JI-HOO in LOVE AND LEASHES 모럴센스 (2022) dir. Hyeon-jin Park

[aflawedfashion]

The season 3 ending is actually perfect. I don't need season 4. They can take it back.

[sourtomatola]

Taking Candy for a Fool part 19 (last)

You took in a sigh of relief as you saw Sun and Moon, still monstrous and gangly, kneeling in the center of the group of candy critters. They beckoned you over and you hugged them.

“Actually, Marionette grabbed me and had me sleep in their box with them. They kept me safe. Nightmarionne also gave me a taffy ball. I did eat it, is that okay?” You told them. The other candy creatures gasped softly at the news, making you looked around confused. “What?”

“Marionette doesn’t like anyone that much, and Nightmarionne hate everyone.” Sun explained. “Nightmarrionne’s taffy is rarer than our drops. Everyone knows you now, Cry Baby. You have all of our thanks. We were able to take the factory for ourselves.”

“You plan to stay here?” You asked curiously. “You don’t want to see the world??”

“Where in the world would beings like us be able to be safe?” Sun asked in in solemn awareness. “The sun is hot, we melt. The cold makes us brittle, and shatter. The rain will wash us away…We will be safest here. We have what we need, we can still carry out orders online with what we shed, we can just do it in our own time. We will be okay I think.”

“With a bit of guidance.” Moon added. “Maybe we can make a garden to grow the fruit to sustain us better. We can grow it on the room, or tear out a part to get the sun in. Maybe we can have Bee’s as well, to pollinate the plants and make us more honey to live on too.”

You smiled at their ambitions, happy to think of them being able to stay safe, no longer tortured nightly. Free to do what they wanted.

They moved slightly to show you that behind them, was Eclipse’s body. You swallowed sadly at the sight. You were glad he was no longer hanging from the wall though.

Puppet slithered in, crawling towards you all. They nipped a bite of stuck taffy off your leg, making you flinch. They smirked and continued to Sun and Moon, who they handed small metal box to. Your friends looked to Eclipse’s body, and you put the pieces together.

“Is that Eclipse’s core? Can you fix him??” You asked eagerly.

Moon observed it for a moment before sighing and showed you a puncture mark. “Too damaged…”

“Oh…” You deflated. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be, either way, he deserves to be buried whole.” Sun said and gently opened Eclipse’s chest cavity to let Moon put the core in its place. You watched reverently.

“I should probably go…” You told them after they had finished.

“Come back often, Cry baby. You’re always welcome.” Sun smiled and held you close. Moon joined in the Hug, and slowly, they began to shed the sharp pieces of candy shell on them. Long pieces of black Liquorice tumbled down your back, and chips of golden butterscotch fell to the floor, shattering at your feet.

You pulled away to look at your shiny shelled friends. Sun’s rays were crystal clear and flawless, his eyes brighter than you’ve ever seen them. His candy ribbon ruffle’s colors were brighter, with extra thin stripes detailing them. Moon’s hat was extra soft and wafted the sweet scent of liquorice. His gummy candy collar and ruffles were fluffier and softer. They were so smooth, and had never looked better. Or happier.

The other candy beings started to shed their extra monstrous forms. They all shifted, shaking slightly to help the shedding along, new gloriously pristine forms showed them to you. Carl Cupcake looked at himself and let out a sound of displeasure to not being scary anymore, but it just made you giggle at his childish fussing.

“When you come back, we may have a secret password. Just say it’s our Cry baby, and we’ll know~” Sun grinned teasingly.

“Yeah yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “See you guys in a bit.” You said as you headed to the factory exit. The silent halls, once filled with screams, now had a soft lullaby starting. You glanced back at the group to see Puppet singing again, but more joy was in their voice than last you met them. Without their box, they seemed to flout in the air, their tiny numb of feet drifting off the ground. Moon started to sing with them, taking Sun’s hand. Sun joined in the song, making more of the candy being joyously sing together in their newly found freedom.

end :)

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[the-art-of-sanshoku]

Finished Kuuga

[assortedvillainvault]

@blacktabbygames you own my SOUL right now.

I just. I just wow. As an aspiring game dev Jesus Christ.

I meant to play all the way through five princesses as usual and had to actually log off after 3 - Damsels epilogue has destroyed me. I loved every second of it, but still. What the hell.

Smitten remains my favourite voice by far, but holy hell that was dark twist I never would have expected. A+. I'm trying not to spoil anything here but holy the last part with the narrator?!

I wish I'd gone damsels route last, that ending is perfect for the final confrontation. I'm still crying.

Play the game, lads. The pristine cut version is a nigh religious experience.

Fuck.

[frodo-with-glasses]

Don’t you hate it when your little siblings go and get tall without your permission?

[harrowscore]

a few days ago i (re)watched the 25th anniversary concert of les misérables and. oh god. i forgot how much this musical did éponine dirty

[yuwuta]

does anybody else have those very complex and detailed aus that that play out like a perfectly written 3 hour movie if you ever got the chance to write it or is that just me

[didnt-hear-cold-as-you-live]

It is so fucking WILD listening to Lover while traversing across Melbourne,,,,, thought I’d never walk my Cornelia Street again cried and cried and cried because leaving felt like death by a thousand cuts and here I am, walking it, alive, London Boy fresh in the DMs in a happy friendly way. Couldn’t listen to this album for like 2 years because of it. And I love it and I eventually found the way to and I’m listening and I’m smiling because the memories make me happy instead of sad and yearning and I’m just! I’m just here! After all this time in the place I never thought I’d be listening to the album I never thought I could play