#all the clans yay!

[hihopelessromantics]

magical balance, anyone ?

another day of fixing Nakba's mistakes ! aka fleshing out the Themes where he didn't

I think each clan’s existence plays a role in maintaining the fabric of reality as it is, and manifesting the magic that exists. Absence or excess causes intense problems and threatens the world. 

As put by my pal @exrolotus!

Goddesses: life 

Demons: death 

Fairies: flora nature

Giants: fauna / tectonic nature 

Human: willpower 

Basic Diagram of Magical Balance

(you can barely see the goddess clan! Just like nakaba!)

The given reason for humanity becoming more magical and the overall magical health of Britannia declining is plot convenience. But this is what I think it should actually be going on there: 

The goddess clan and demon clan both generally exist at a greater distance from humanity compared to the giant and fairy clan, either in another dimension or other place (my mutuals propose, for instance, that the demon realm exists in either Japan or Ireland); this distance representing how they stand on equally powerful and opposite sides of a spectrum. It’s so clear how far apart they are, how clear at first glance the line is between what they represent. I propose that their link to the magical balance between them is more precarious than that between of the giants and fairies, and much more vital to the manifestation of magic itself.

As for the giants and fairies: their clans’ supernatural relationship is easier to understand in that they both have ties to nature. It’s a more tangible concept - how does the environment exist without the earth? Flora without fauna? And when do we ever see fairies and giants going toe-to-toe? 

We see the Giant and Fairy clans join with Diane and King’s marriage. I’m going to dig for meaning and propose that this restored a balance between them that was always meant to be. That, in the same way that Elizabeth and Meliodas met and bonded soul-to-soul, their souls’ union was able to restore an ancient and necessary balance to their own clans. Elizabeth and Meliodas brought the end to an eternal war. I’m gonna say that King and Diane brought an end to an unnatural silence. An absence of a relationship, to parallel the absence of a supernatural union between light and dark, life and death, which, arguably should coexist without a third force (supernatural racism, the goddesses’ genocide agenda, etc.) attempting to eliminate one from existence. 

Drole and Gloxinia’s relationship in canon has mysterious origins. A lot of us seem to be shipping them, and I don’t think they’re wrong from a narrative perspective. Remember the giants’ connection to the earth and the faries’ connection to nature. It makes sense that their clans should have some kind of relationship, instead of not interacting at all. Love between them, whether romantic or platonic, could represent the same thing. I hypothesize that fairies and giants were always close (not necessarily physically!) in ancient times until the Holy War, and upon seeing the devastation and unnecessary death they “split” in order to prevent history from repeating. An angst disagreement, or a solemn and silent withdrawal. Giants, continuing on as some of the greatest warriors in Britannia, overemphasizing it in the hope their strength will continue to protect them and bring them honor and courage. Fairies, isolating themselves from all other interactions, neglecting their warrior skills to the point where they become as they are in nnt, relying on their king to do everything for them and “discarding their honor” in terms of their powers. Unhealthy war, unhealthy peace. 

I propose that the rifts caused by the Holy War are what sapped the magic from Britannia. When the goddesses and demons lose the ability to interact with the world “in-between” them, the magic drains. Etc. Humans, the “odd one out,” adapted. For fun, I think there should be some natural disasters thrown into the mix every now and again, as well as other phenomena which I will describe later. What happens when the ropes on all four sides, holding together the supernatural balance of reality, snap? This whole thing is inspired somewhat by the idea that in a fantasy realm, there is one more sphere of health you have to keep track of. It’s physical health, mental health, and magical health. Neglect your mental health? Uh oh! Neglect your magical health? UH OH. I think that if you’re not in touch with yourself and your powers, well, there are consequences. And something like that on a larger scale is happening to Britannia with two (?) upset balances.  

Thoughts? :D

[bitterclan]

the clan is like 80% gray cats now

[smashwolfen]

Yesterday was a good day for mail!

Not only did I get my Pokemon Center order of a good boy with the free worlds promo card with the pikachu and mew, BUT I GOT A SURPRISE OF SOMETHING IVE BEEN WAITING FORRRRR!!!

MY LEGENDS ARCEUS BEANIES CAME IN IM SO HAPPY AAAAAA!!!! Thanks to that I named my Mabostiff Toque XD

Big shoutout to @cecilioque for making these hats in the first place, you always manage to make such banger attire and items for folks in the PLA fandom and pokemon! I got my dimaond clan and pearl clan sweaters and now the beanies to go with them!! Know that I'm probably not gonna wear any other hats this winter, they're perfectly snug and comfortable XD

I had also ordered a second diamond clan beanie (currently wearing lol) in the goal of trying to embroider on the flower pattern like on Melli's hood, fun little side project once I get the right thread in hand!

Thanks again cecilioque! I can't wait to see what else you come up with!! :D

[sumarmz]

Warrior cats but everything's the same except they're anthromorphic animals and have guns now

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Post Arc 1 Interlude- Graystripe's Heartbreak

An original segment following Graystripe's thoughts and adventures after the fight against Scourge and The Coven of Blood. The battle's won, nothing can go wrong now! Right?

Graystripe couldn't believe it. They had done it. The Coven of Blood had been driven from the forest after Firestar had killed Scourge, TigerClan was no more, and peace would return to the forest. He walked with Firestar and Sandstorm the whole way back to ThunderClan, his tail entwined with theirs, feeling happier than he had in moons.

When they reached camp and told those who hadn't gone the news of what had happened, there were cries of celebration and joy and the air filled with excited chatter. Firestar leapt onto the Highrock and his voice cut like a claw through all the noise, giving way to quiet as the Leader spoke. Graystripe felt a sense of pride and joy seeing the tom he loved (loved! the thought still made him giddy) so confident and bright.

"Cats of ThunderClan! And, uh, RiverClan as well!" Mistyfoot gave the young Leader a small nod of gratitude for the inclusion of their small group. "I trust that you all know of our victory against TigerClan and over The Coven of Blood." Firestar continued on, interrupted by raucous cheers that he patiently waited to die down before continuing his address.

"However, as with all battles, there are casualties. And one of the casualties today... was our Deputy, Whitestorm. Whitestorm was many things to many cats. He was a trusted clanmate, an incredible Warrior, a wise mentor, a loving mate and father, and a faithful friend. I believe it isn't an exaggeration to say that he will be deeply mourned by everyone in attendance today. Now, though, it is my duty as your Leader to choose a cat who will take up his mantle as Deputy. Not to replace him, but to continue his hard work for the sake of ThunderClan's continued prosperity."

"And with that, I would like to introduce the cat who I believe is the most qualified to accomplish this feat. I present ThunderClan's new Deputy, Frostfur." The Senior Warrior's temporary absence from the crowd had gone unnoticed until she reappeared at that moment, stepping up beside Firestar and dipping her head to the assembly. The camp erupted into near-deafening cheers of her name, the loudest voices unsurprisingly being those of her daughters. Cinderspark was literally jumping up and down with joy, while Brightheart shed a few tears of pride for her mother's accomplishment.

"I am deeply honored to have received this role, and will do my best in service of my Clan to honor Whitestorm's memory."

Firestar then went on to announce a few retirements- Speckletail and Dapplelight were joining the Elders, while Beestripe was changing her role to Builder due to strain on her joints making her Scout duties too painful and difficult for her to continue with at her age. When the meeting was adjourned, Graystripe was startled by Mistyfoot flicking her tail against his side to grab his attention. "We need to talk. Now" she said in a grave voice. He was confused but went along, guiding her slightly outside of the camp into the forest.

"Here should be fine," he told her as they looked around to check if they were truly alone. "Now, what did you need to talk to me about?"

"You're in love with Firestar and Sandstorm."

"How did you know?!" Graystripe exclaimed, fur bristling slightly with embarrassment. 'I thought did a good job of hiding it; how could she have noticed?!'

"Literally any cat with functional eyes can see that you are. When Firestar gave the address you spent the entire time looking at him as though he'd hung the moon in the sky. And not to mention that display heading back from the battle."

He sighed, lowering his head in defeat. "Okay, yes, I am. But why does that-" "You know Stars-damned well why that matters right now." Mistyfoot said sternly, cutting him off.

"Graystripe, you joined RiverClan after your kits were born. You're a RiverClan Warrior now, not a ThunderClan one. You cannot live with a paw in both Clans, no matter how much you may want to. You need to make a choice: stay with your kits in RiverClan, or see if ThunderClan will take you back. Make a choice now, before you ruin your life." And with that, she turned and walked back to camp as though their discussion had never happened.

For his part, Graystripe just stood there, feeling as though he'd been struck. He hadn't even considered the eventuality that he and the others would have to return to RiverClan. That is, if Leopardstar would even take them back. He wasn't sure whether she truly had supported Tigerstar's stance on killing half-Clan cats or if she'd just gone along with it to appease him. She was very difficult to read.

But Mistyfoot had been right when she'd said he needed to make a choice. And he knew what that choice needed to be. What it had to be. If he left RiverClan, Willowpaw and Featherpaw would be left without any parent to care for them. And while their aunts would no doubt do their best in his stead (StarClan knows Smallsplash and Breezeripple were nothing but loving to their niblings despite whatever they may have thought of the kits' father) he couldn't leave them alone. He couldn't abandon his family a second time.

No matter how badly it hurt to leave Firestar and Sandstorm. But he knew in his heart that they would support his choice too. They would understand. They always did. He began to solemnly head back towards camp when he was bowled over by Featherpaw, who immediately began to playfully bite his ears with a shout of "in an enemy territory, never let your guard down!". No doubt wisdom instilled in her by her mentor. He felt teeth dig into his tail and caught a glimpse of Willowpaw tugging on it with a small smile on his face. Graystripe just laughed as he shook them off with ease. They were already nearly twice the size of the other RiverClan apprentices at this point, but their father was still bigger than them.

"You're getting so good at this! But you still can't beat your dad! Take this!" He exclaimed, leaping and pinning the two down under his weight and roughly nuzzling them until they were all laughing and purring.

Yes, he knew this was the right choice. Even though he would still be leaving cats he loved behind no matter what.

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The very next day, Thornclaw came into camp followed by a small platoon of RiverClan Warriors, and Graystripe knew immediately that this was it. Mistyfoot immediately joined the group, and Featherpaw and Willowpaw quickly followed after saying goodbye to their grandmother, aunt, and uncles (which was a weird sentence to say considering that Rainpaw, Sootpaw, and Sorrelpaw were only a few moons older than their niece and nephew). His mother and siblings went up to him after, looking at him with sadness in their eyes.

"You're all really leaving?" Sootpaw asked, ears and whiskers drooping. "Why can't you and Willowpaw and Featherpaw just stay in ThunderClan?"

"Leopardstar tried to kill you guys! She'll probably do it for real next time! Just stay here with us!" Rainpaw exclaimed before Brightheart stepped in and forcibly herded her apprentice away. Graystripe could still hear his brother arguing with her as they left.

Sorrelpaw didn't even try to stop her older brother from leaving. She just rested her head in Graystripe's shoulder, burying her face in his fur. He could feel the tears beginning to soak his fur as she whispered "I'll miss you" before stepping away to follow after Sootpaw as he left as well. Leaving Graystripe face to face with his mother.

Willowmoon nuzzled his head gently, the way she had when he was a kit in the Nursery, even though now she had to lean up pretty far to do so. "I'm so proud of you" she murmured gently. "I want you to know that. We all are." Graystripe began to cry in earnest now, nuzzling his mother back. "I love you, mom." "I love you too, sweetheart."

And she pulled away, leaving him with the last cats he needed to say goodbye to. Firestar looked as though he wanted to embrace him, but seemed to decide not to, given the RiverClan cats still present and waiting for Graystripe to join them. "I love you, I always will" he whispered quietly, so that none but the three of them could hear. Sandstorm just flicked him with her tail, a gesture of casual faux-irritation to hide her own grief and sadness. "Take care of yourself, you mouse-brain." They left too, and now Graystripe was out of time.

He slowly joined Mistyfoot and his children at the edge of the camp. Mistyfoot dipped her head in farewell, and they all turned and left. Graystripe was the last to follow.

He couldn't bring himself to say anything during the trek back to RiverClan. Mistyfoot, Willowpaw, and Featherpaw were talking plenty, catching up on what exactly had happened in their absence and how the Clan was doing things after Tigerstar's death. Graystripe just kept telling himself that this was necessary and that he needed to do this as they reached the entrance to the RiverClan camp. Leopardstar was waiting there alongside Blackclaw. 'He's probably her new Deputy' he thought to himself. He also noted that she seemed more well-fed then she typically did, but he couldn't bring himself to care about that either.

"Follow me" Leopardstar told them in an emotionless tone as she guided Graystripe, Mistyfoot, Willowpaw, and Featherpaw to the Streamspire, presumably to announce their return to the Clan. Once all of them were perched atop the rock, she began to speak.

"Cats of RiverClan, gather by the river for a Clan meeting. As you know, we were recently forced by a violent intruder to do horrible things. Things such as driving out our own Warriors and apprentices who assisted us all in our times of need and who were invaluable members of our Clan. Tigerstar had them punished solely for the mistakes of their parents."

'Tigerstar wasn't the only one who wanted us gone. Who do you think you're fooling, you liar?' Graystripe thought bitterly as Leopardstar continued to speak.

"Therefore, I have fetched them from ThunderClan and will also be granting one of them a new mentor due to Stonefur's tragic passing." She stressed the last two words as Blackclaw and a few other warriors hissed at the mention of half-Clan cats being allowed to return. "And," she continued to the crowd's nervous excitement, "I will also be naming a permanent Deputy. Blackclaw, come up onto the Streamspire."

Blackclaw ascended the large stone with a victorious smirk on his face.

'Fantastic. The worst cat in the Clan is being named Deputy. This feels just like when Bluestar nominated Tigerclaw all over again.'

"Blackclaw, you have been an incredible Warrior with years in service to your Clan. Therefore... I give Featherpaw to you as an apprentice."

Graystripe's stomach dropped and he saw Featherpaw shrink back slightly in horror. Blackclaw had made no secret that he despised the newly revealed half-Clan cats during the time they were prisoners in the camp. 'I can't let this happen' he thought, mind racing. 'He'll hurt her!'

"No!" He exclaimed, jumping between his daughter and Blackclaw before he even thought about what he was doing.

"What do you think you're doing, Graystripe?" snarled Blackclaw as he slid out his claws and bared his fangs. "Are you disobeying your Clan Leader? Again?"

"Stop this at once." Leopardstar's cold voice boomed from behind them. "Graystripe, stand down. Blackclaw will be Featherpaw's new mentor. You have no right to question my decisions on this matter."

"No right?!" Graystripe yowled in rage as he turned to face her. "I am her father! Blackclaw went above and beyond Tigerstar's orders to harm us when we were prisoners, and if you make him Featherpaw's mentor he'll do worse! I won't let you do this!"

The assembled Clan sat in stunned silence as Leopardstar advanced on Graystripe, ears folded back and eyes narrowed. Then, just when Graystripe thought she was about to spring at him to attack, she paused and turned back to the crowd.

She gave a heavy sigh and shook her head slowly in what seemed to be sadness, though her eyes held nothing but cold anger and thinly-veiled distain. "Graystripe, when you begged to join RiverClan, I had hoped that you would live up to the expectations of a good Warrior. That is what Stormstar asked of you, what all of us asked of you. But, while you have been here, you have been nothing but a liability. I have given you chance after chance, but you have failed each time. Though it pains me greatly to do so, your insubordination has left me no choice. Graystripe, I hereby exile you from RiverClan forever. Go wherever you wish, but you will never be welcome in this territory again."

Graystripe felt his heart turn to stone as the assembled cats started shouting in a clamor of voices. 'No. She can't do this. She can't!'

Willowpaw and Featherpaw cried out in horror and tried to run to him, but were blocked by Leopardstar and Blackclaw. Graystripe turned to Mistyfoot, desperate for any aid, but she just looked at him with a sad but resolute gaze. 'I can't help you', she was probably saying. 'No matter how much I wish that I could'. Voleclaw and a few other Warriors began to ascend the Streamspire and grabbed ahold of Graystripe, dragging him to the earth below and towards the entrance to the camp.

Distantly, he heard Featherpaw and Willowpaw desperately crying out for him, telling them to stop, begging Leopardstar to stop this, but she gave no such command and despite his attempts to reach them he was forced back again and again. It was only when the mob began to claw at him hard enough to draw blood and shove him over the border hard enough to hurt that his energy gave out.

He looked up at the angry, spiteful, or indifferent faces of the cats waiting to make sure he truly left, wondering if any of them would change their minds, or if this was just a cruel joke, but as they just stood there staring at him, he finally realized that this was real. There was no going back. He would never see his children again. He turned and mutely trudged away, tears rolling down his face as he listened numbly to the jeers of the Warriors shouting after him. He didn't pay any attention to where he was going. He just kept walking aimlessly, hoping that a bolt of lightning would strike him, or a dog would crush him in its jaws, or that the ground would open wide and swallow him whole.

He wanted to die. He had nothing left to live for. He was truly alone.

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Graystripe walked for what was probably weeks, only ever stopping when he literally passed out from exhaustion. His paws were definitely bleeding. His pelt was a mess with tangles and thorns. He looked, smelled, and felt dead.

He didn't even remember when it was that he entered ThunderClan territory. He didn't notice. It was only when he woke up in the Medicine Den with Yellowfang, Firestar, Sandstorm, and his mother crowded around him that he realized where he was.

[maaaahri]

Oh no I’m thinking about VtM npcs again

[everydayarsonist]

I’m completely normal about the Yiga Zonai Vehicles I swear

(Hoverdoom MK.3 my beloved)

[carewyncromwell]

“Hey, Dad, look at me: Think back, and talk to me -- Did I grow up according to plan?”

~“Perfect (cover)” by At Sunset

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animation made with EZGif // my other accompaniment while drawing this

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Um... “happy” Father’s Day, everybody? 😅 Here’s some Jacob Cromwell content to mark the occasion -- specifically Jacob content that also features his estranged father, Evan Bach!

Those of you who are familiar with Jacob and Carewyn’s backstory are probably already aware that Evan was a pretty poor father. He tried continuously to shape Jacob in his image and only vindicated the opinions of others labeling him as a “delinquent”; he actively plugged out of his daughter Carewyn’s life from an emotional perspective, leaving her to be raised solely by her mother and brother; and worst of all, he abandoned his wife Lane and their children after the arrival of Jacob’s Hogwarts letter, unable to accept that his wife had lied to him about her and their children’s magic for so long and not wanting any part of the Wizarding World he’d have to join to be part of their lives. But at the same time, I never saw Evan as an inherently bad person, so I wanted to explore the generational trauma that both Evan and Jacob suffered through, and how it ultimately shaped them as people.

Evan Bach was the only son of Josef Bach, the son of a German immigrant raised largely by his uncle Jakob after the death of his father in the first World War. Josef learned from an early age how to lie to stay out of trouble with both his uncle and the authorities, and coupled with his chronic alcoholism, this led to him getting involved with a lot of petty crime. Josef’s childhood sweetheart Margie thought that having a family might help coax Josef to stay at home with her more, rather than spend his nights at speakeasies and pool halls, and at first, it seemed to work -- Josef wanted to put on a good face for his wife and newborn son, so he tried to hide his more illicit behaviors from them. Then Britain entered World War II, and Margie was forced to take one-year-old Evan out of Westminster and into the countryside to safety, leaving her husband behind. Soon Josef fell head-over-heels into organized crime, which actually flourished during the Second World War in Britain with most legal authorities having to focus on the war effort, and he soon became very rich working as an “enforcer” for a prominent London gang who participated in dozens of protection rackets. All the while, Josef wrote letters to his wife and son claiming he’d used that Ivy League education he’d convinced Margie he’d gotten somehow to land a job for the British government, and that with the profits he was making as part of the war effort, he’d bought them a huge house on an acre of land that they’d be able to enjoy together once the War was over. For Evan, who had next to no memories of his father aside from what his mother told him, he clung to these written lies enthusiastically, endlessly proud of the man he thought his father was and looking forward to the day that he and his mother would finally get to return home and meet him.

Sadly, while in the country, Margie became very sick and died in the winter of 1943, just before the end of the War. Following his wife’s death, Josef became all the more devoted to his gang life, and soon extortion, arson, and murder became everyday occurrences. Even so, on those few occasions when Josef would speak to his young son Evan on the phone, he’d lie about the weird noises and explosions the boy would hear in the background, saying that he’d be there to pick the boy up when he returned to Westminster and he’d take them home to their beautiful (and completely fictional) house outside the city. When the War was over, though, Evan did not find his father waiting for him at the train station, but instead his great-uncle Jakob -- for Josef, it turned out, had been lying to a lot more people than just his wife and son: he’d also lied to his bosses that he had no wife and children. And in order to keep up that charade, he couldn’t have Evan live with him -- so Josef asked "Uncle Jakob” to pick Evan up and take him in instead. The revelation of Josef’s lies and subsequent abandonment shattered Evan in a way he had trouble articulating to anyone, though he tried to once, when confiding in his future wife, Lane --

“I know what you mean. About your father, I mean. ...My father...wasn’t like yours, really. He was a crook, a liar...a petty criminal, in every way. ...But I know what it’s like, seeing the love other people seem to have for their kids and just wondering, ‘...Why? Why didn’t I have that, why couldn’t I have that? Why does my father have to put himself, and his wants, and his vices, first, instead of his family? Why isn’t he like those parents who, when faced with a tough choice, always choose their kid? ...Why didn’t he choose me...?’”

Not long after, Josef’s lies and crimes finally caught up with him, and he was sentenced to life imprisonment for all of the violent crimes he’d gotten wrapped up in. And so Evan was raised by his great-uncle, who desperately tried to take advantage of his “second chance,” raising the orphaned son of the boy the old man had raised as a son himself, and teach Evan to live an upstanding, honest life. Evan was so haunted by the corruption of his father through his addiction to alcohol, his proclivity toward violence, and his pathological lying that he was determined to be a man who would provide for his family the right way -- one who would be a proper role model for them, who would model the correct way to behave and instruct them about how to do the same. A man who wouldn’t let his son throw his whole life and potential away the way his father did.

Unfortunately Evan’s rosy view of fatherhood was complicated when his son -- named “Jacob” for the man who had largely raised him and had passed away five years previously -- ended up being both a wizard and a completely different person than Evan himself was. For as conventional and people-pleasing as Evan was, Jacob was opinionated and eccentric. For as rule-abiding and respectful of authority as Evan was, Jacob was rebellious and irreverent. For as uptight and conservative as Evan was, Jacob was wild and sometimes even violent, when provoked. Add to this Jacob’s distinct disinterest in any of the classic “father-son” activities Evan had envisioned them doing like fishing, playing catch, and going to sports games, as well as the boy’s frequent “misbehavior” (in truth outbursts of underage magic) that would get him into trouble at school, and Evan honestly didn’t know what to do to alter his son’s course. And because of his departure, Evan never saw just how hard his son worked to get top grades at Hogwarts, only to have his life upended by Lane’s father Charles and his criminal organization R and get locked in a magical portrait for seven years. Evan also never saw Jacob pull off the best, “underdog”-style comeback imaginable and graduate the school he’d been expelled from with honors so as to become a world-renown freelance cursebreaker and magical researcher. Nor did Evan ever see just how loyal, heroic, brilliant and loving of a man Jacob ended up becoming, even without his father there to mold him into what he thought he should be.

But perhaps, in a sad way, that’s the way things had to be. Evan had no desire to be part of the Wizarding World, the place where Jacob felt more complete and “himself” than anywhere else. He had no desire to lie to the people around him or to live a life outside of the straight and narrow path that had helped him move past his father’s tarnished legacy. He’d wanted to give his wife and children what he hadn’t had -- a stable, peaceful, middle-class life in Westminster, where they could just live normal, modest lives and grow into normal, upstanding people with normal, respectable careers. He’d failed in that...and ultimately, Lane -- the woman he loved, who chose him over her abusive family, who he cherished so much for having chosen him, over any other man in the world -- had chosen their son over him. Just as Jacob chose Lane over him...just like how their daughter would’ve chosen Jacob and Lane over him, if she’d had the choice. It’s not like Evan could’ve molded her any better than Jacob, even if he’d tried -- Lane said she was just as “normal” as she and Jacob were. And if Evan had stayed, it no doubt would’ve been out of duress, rather than out of sincere loyalty -- for how could he not resent a woman who he bared his heart and soul to and worked day and night to provide for, only to find out she had lied to him from the very beginning? Would he then only be a pocketbook for his family -- someone to write the bills every month, rather than someone to lead, protect, and guide them in being upstanding members of society? Someone for them to respect, love, and be devoted to, the way upstanding families were supposed to? Was he just meant to accept this life he’d never chosen for himself -- a life where he had to bow to the whims of the rest of his family, just because they had these bizarre, mysterious powers he didn’t have anyway to curb or restrain?

So perhaps Evan leaving ended up being the best outcome for all parties, however cowardly and cruel it was. If nothing else, the Obliviators assigned to keep tabs on Evan after his departure never found any evidence that he tried to expose Lane’s magic or the Wizarding World to any of his friends, associates, or remaining family, or even to the Muggle authorities. He never even made up any stories explaining away his departure to cast Lane in a bad light or absolve himself of blame -- not of her having an affair, nor of her being involved in any criminal activity, impropriety, or abuse. On the contrary, Evan always shut down any accusations of that nature, whenever anyone would suggest them.

“Lane lied to me,” was all he’d ever say. “That’s all it was, and that’s the last I’ll say about it.”

It seemed that, no matter how much Lane’s betrayal had hurt him and how much he resented how their children had chosen to follow her down a path far removed from the upstanding society he’d so wanted them to contribute to, as he did, Evan was an honorable enough man that he refused to tarnish his ex-wife’s name with lies and false accusations. For however poor of a father he was to Jacob, and however justified Jacob might be to hate the man, that honor at least can be respected.

[qdbs-writes]

How do you think the Cullens would act around a disinterested crush? Maybe they're fated but reader isn't having it lol

(I love your twilight writing btw thank God someone is still doing it 🤤🤤)

ah it has been many moons since I've gotten a twilight request yay!

Cullen Clan Reacting To Their Crush Being Disinterested In Them

Carlisle Cullen

Being alive for just over 400 years tends to give one a good perspective on life and the bigger picture, and Carlisle sure has a pretty good idea of how all things pan out. So you're not interested in him? That's fine, Carlisle can wait for as long as you need to change your mind.

In the meantime, Carlisle will continue to maintain your friendship and continue to show just how hard he's worked to become the kind caring father figure he is. He knows you'll fall for him, eventually.

Esme Cullen

Obviously, she's not going to stop caring about you just because you don't return her feelings. But she might switch up how she shows her affection.

Rather than flirty winks and suspiciously candle-lit wine tastings, she'll back up to more traditionally motherly affections. Making sure you're eating right, baking cookies, etc. And of course, giving you homemade soup when you're sick is still one of her favourite things to do, no need to stop now.

Edward Cullen

Of course, you're not interested, how could anyone love a monster like him? Who did he think he was, thinking he was worthy of your love? Or so his inner monologue goes.

But it's really not that dramatic, it almost never is, Edward just sprung his crush on you suddenly and it caught you off guard. It was largely the excessively long preamble about how he was an irredeemable murderer that put you off first, but of course, he won't realise that until considerably later.

Rosalie Hale

She's a little relieved actually. All her mortal and immortal life, Rosalie has been aggressively pursued by people she wasn't particularly interested in, so the fact that she can crush on someone who isn't really that interested is a wonderful change of pace.

For the first time ever, Rosalie has butterflies in her stomach, she fumbles with her words when she speaks to you, and she feels like a silly, mortal teenage girl again, begging her mother to let her go to the dance just so she can sneak away to catch a glimpse of someone just like you.

Emmett Cullen

You and Emmett had been good friends for a while so when he casually drops a blissful "We should get married" into the conversation, you initially choke on your drink in laughter.

Emmett's a little heartbroken that you'd laugh at something like that, considering that he was being 100% serious. But since you've known him, the both of you have been constantly cracking up jokes, trying to get on each other's nerves, so no wonder you thought this was another one of his pranks. He decides to take this reaction as a blessing, you have no idea he's actually into you, now he knows he has to work out a different way to confess his feelings for you.

Alice Cullen

She's a little confused obviously, having multiple visions of the two of you in a romantic relationship kind of gave her the impression that it might've been going to come true, but your disinterest says something else altogether.

But the worst part is that those damn visions of you and her together keep coming back, taunting her, luring her in deeper to despair with the thoughts of what might be. It's all getting so intense, so she decides to skip town for a bit, see if that changes anything, or at least helps her clear her head.

Jasper Hale

Oh well, so you're not interested in a romantic relationship, so what? Doesn't mean you can't still be friends. Doesn't mean he can't be the charming Southern gentleman he is. Doesn't mean he can't still pull out chairs or open doors for you. Or send anonymous bouquets to your house. Or leave your favourite snacks in your locker when you're having a rough day. Of course not.

It doesn't mean he can't worry about other people who might want to date you. Doesn't mean he can't scare off people who'd be bad for you. I mean, what else are friends for?

[quitealotofsodapop]

So how does courtnapping work??

"Courtnapping"; a mix of "courting" + "kidnap", is basically the demonic version of a proposal.

When demons were still scattered clans/prides across the mortal realm, it was very difficult for clans to interact without a lot of violence involved. Either because of competition for food, or because someone mistoke a glamoured demon for a mortal animal and starting biting.

What's a prospective lover to do if their beloved's family won't let them near without a fight? Easy; steal their lover away so that they can court them (among other things) in private.

As society grew; "courtnapping" became part of the demonic consciousness as a legitimate dating strategy. It was a loud way of announcing your intentions to the intended's family that you wanted them as a mate, whilst also showing off some muscle/magic.

However, demons are not animals. And if the kidnapped party rejects their captor's affections, it is considered polite to let them go. Only *uncouth* demons dare to lock their beloved away without contact with their family. And only truly vile ones (like Kui Mulang or Sai Tai Sui) keep them as forced spouses.

It's downright expected that a demon whisks away their future spouse - after all, who doesn't want to be swept off their feet?

Among wealthier Underworld clans who've adopted celestial/mortal practices, courtnapping isn't as common. Imperial China-style arranged marriages were the norm for the longest time up until a certain Bull Prince fell in love with an Iron Fan warrior, changing the desire among noble demons towards love matches. Courtnapping is considered a legitimate way of declaring "I object!" to an arranged marriage by giving the bride/groom a second option and a moment to rethink the arrangement.

Some wedding parties even hold a mock courtnappings between the new couple so that they can run off from the festivities and enjoy their honeymoon. Think how Spartan weddings involved the groom "kidnapping" the bride from their own ceremony.

Also because of some hilarious idea sharing with @soniclozdplove, we agree; People were kidnapped by demons so frequently in the Imperial era, not because of demon's eating them - but because of *marriage fraud*.

Think of it like this:

China is under strict Confucian and filial piety ideals. If your parent wants you to marry a specific person, you have pretty much no say in the matter.

Unless.

You just so happen to be kidnapped by a demon who wants to keep you as their legally binding spouse.

Human: "Oh no~ I'm captured by an hunky demon who wants to marry me! Guess I'm going to have to stay here and miss out on my arranged marriage." ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Demon: "And we can no-fault divorce at any time!" Human's Family: "We'll just take them back!" Lawyer: "Actually you can't. It's a legally binding marriage. Unless the captive expresses their rejection or wants to leave; it's legitimate." Human's Family: "Crap. Well, we'll just hire a mercenary or warrior to reverse-kidnap them back!" (*Later...*) Mercenary: "Avast foul demon! I have been sent to reclaim your stolen bride/groom!" Demon, turns to "captive": "Yay or nay, hun?" Human, looks at mercenary: "Ew. Nay. He's older than my dad." Demon, turning on dramatics: "LEAVE THIS PLACE YOU SOLIDER OF FORTUNE! ONLY ONES WITH PURE HEARTS SHALL TAKE THEM BACK!"

Heres a PortSherry comic I feel is very appropriate.

In more serious scenarios, a courtnapping can be faked to safety remove a person in an abusive home. Abusers can't control you if you're behind a giant lumbering demon with a prenup.

DBK got into this in the Tang-era when he and Princess Jade Face were "married". He was just helping her claim her inheritance, since her dad's will would only pay out if she was married (the Underworld Earth-Fox Clan are the "mimicking human/celestial"-trends types). PIF knew of this arrangement, but was still jealous af and nearly blew the whole of Thunder Mountain in her rage (it was how they learned she was pregnant with Red Son).

Zhu Bajie is an odd duck in this case; since he married Gao Cuilan the normal human way, but his instincts told him to steal her away when her family suddenly became hostile towards him. Cuilan didn't really object because she truly loved him, but was upset that contact between her and her family was cut. Even after the couple are legally divorced; Bajie still considers Cuilan his wife - because in a demonic sense, she's still his willing mate. Lots of stories written about the Pilgrims post-Journey have Bajie go back to her so that they can (in human sense) remarry.

Courtnapping still occurs in the modern day; just with a lot of pre-arranged consent involved. Racing, mock-battles, and the spat with between the lovers' parents - demons do love the thrill of the chase after all. But unplanned kidnappings of desired spouses do still happen.

In Red Son and MK's case; they've accidentally been courting each other for a long time. Mostly because they're dorks who don't realise what their rivalry looks like from the outside - especially during the Season 1 era.

Red Son, showing off his plans: "Here is my current brilliant idea for reclaiming our power! Step 1; We engage Noodle Boy and his friends in battle. Step 2: While you two are occupying Dragon Girl and his fathers, I capture Noodle Boy. Step 3: I keep him hidden in my old base in Fire Wind Cave. Step 4: I have full access to the Staff and all of Noodle Boy's magical abilities! It's foolproof!" DBK & PIF: (*share knowing smiles*) PIF: "Dear, I'm glad that you've finally developed an interest in romantic matters - but our current goals do not align with planning a marriage just yet." Red Son, confused: "Huh?" DBK: "And while it would be advantageous if you married Sun Wukong's heir, I feel that tensions between our families are too high to consider even a superficial union." PIF: "It's really sweet that you considered it though." Red Son: (*turns back to planning board, realises that his plan to capture MK resembles a traditional courtnapping*) Red Son, nearly magenta from embarrassment as he tears up the plan: "Err... never mind then."

In season 3 when Red Son saved Mei, Sandy, and MK from the dessert; DBK & PIF weren't mad that they had enemies at the dinner table - but because at a glance it looked like Red Son had stolen himself a spouse without warning them! And he brought some of his spouses family members to hammer out the details!

If the gang hadn't immediately brought up the Samadhi Fire; DBK's next sentence would have been asking them; "What are your intentions with my child? Do we need to provide a dowry? Is there plans for grandchildren?"

Red Son might have died on the spot. XD

[lay-z]

💒 Day 9 – Separated

A continuation to 🎁 Day 1 – All I want for Christmas (is you), which means it’s set in the same universe!  

Synopsis: Happily married for several months now, you and John spend your first Christmas as newlyweds in Glasgow with his family.  

Pairing: John Soap MacTavish x fem!Reader  Warnings/Info: NSFW, 18+ | military!Reader; domesticity; married life/established relationship; humour; fluff; cussing; male masturbation; oral sex; hurt/comfort; angst with a happy ending (Yay!) 

Word count: 3.6k 

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You shiver despite your warm layers of clothing and stifle another yawn as you wait for the front door to the MacTavish's home to open. The large house is adorned with bright lights and decorations, even in the front yard, and a traditional Christmas wreath has been hung up at the old, heavy door.  

The noise inside is muffled, but you can already hear the music, chatter and overall chaos. 

Next to you, your husband glances over, a crease of concern between his dark brows as soon as he notices the dark circles under your eyes and the way your shoulders slouch with fatigue.  

"Ye alright, luv? Ye're no’ gettin' sick on me, eh?" He reaches over to rub your back over your thick winter coat, trying to shield you from the freezing gusts of snow-speckled wind. 

"Nah, 'm fine," you reply, yawning this time and smacking your lips before smiling over at him, "Just tired again." 

John nods, curling his muscular arm around your waist to pull you closer into his side, leaning in to kiss your temple – and discreetly check if you might have a fever as his lips linger. 

"Aye, hen, t’was a long drive here." He remarks, muttering against your skin before pulling back with an exasperated sigh as he lifts his fist to knock once more. 

It’s your first Christmas as a married couple and while the both of you intitially wanted to spend it alone together, his family kept nagging and begging him to come back to Glasgow to celebrate the holidays properly with the whole MacTavish clan, like in the old days. Cue your own family giving you hell for choosing your husband’s side of the family over them.  

Needless to say, the past couple of weeks have been rather stressful, with your responsibilities serving in the military and being part of the 141 breathing down your neck, too, along with John’s own reintroduction into his military service, which caused you two to have less time for each other than you both expected. 

“I’ll give ye a massage later,” John says, his voice dropping to a promising murmur, “How does that sound?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, making you huff a laugh as you lean in to hug him back and rest your cheek against his chest, limbs feeling heavy already. 

“Doesn’t sound too bad.” You glance up at him, admiring his handsome face with a soft smile, and your heart gives a sudden flutter like it did when you first started fooling around in secret, back when you first joined the task force after him. 

The door cracks open eventually, and a wave of warmth embraces you immediately, making you shudder as you cling to John. His mother pokes her head out and her bright blue eyes immediately light up. 

“Well, if it isn’t my handsome son and his bonnie bride.” She smiles warmly, eyes crinkling in the corners as she pulls her only son into a hug, “We’ve been wonderin’ where ye are!” 

“Hello, ma.” John mutters while his mother, always the overly affectionate one, cuddles him tightly and ruffles his short dark hair; the hair he’s been growing out and grooming differently since getting rid of his Mohawk and trying to hide the gnarly scar on the side of his head. 

Then, you’re attacked next, but as you go in to reciprocate her welcoming hug, she keeps you at arm's length instead, her hands planted on your shoulders as she looks at you, eyes narrowing slightly.  

Meanwhile, your gaze flickers in confusion between John’s and hers while she keeps scrutinizing you, grasping your chin and tilting your face as she hums to herself. 

“Uhm, Rosemary... Good–Good to see you again,” you try tentatively, offering an awkward smile as your arms drop and hang loosely at your sides. 

John takes your hand, chuckling nervously, “Ma, dinnae be weird now.” 

“Och, dinnae be silly, John! Let yer mum check on her bonnie daughter-in-law.” Rosemary pulls back, her blue eyes sparkling strangely as she flashes a beaming smile before waving her son off dismissively and stepping to the side to usher you both inside.

When John picks up your luggage again, he doesn’t let go of your hand. 

The atmosphere inside the big, old house is welcoming and warm, loud and chaotic, as usual. All of John’s four sisters are present with their partners and children, and even some uncles and aunts have been invited with their spouses.  

At some point after the sumptuous dinner, when wine, scotch and eggnog flow steadily, and the language barrier between you and your in-law family becomes more apparent again once they all keep slipping into Gaelic, you swiftly find a corner in the living room where you’re able to take a much-needed breather while John is busy entertaining his young nieces and nephews. 

Taking a few slow and deep breaths, you try to get rid of the queasy feeling in your stomach that caught you off guard since sitting down at the long dinner table earlier.

Perhaps you are overworked and definitely overwhelmed, unable to relax and unwind after the past couple of months of round-the-clock action; whether it was helping John with his ongoing rehabilitation, the wedding, the following honeymoon, or the countless deployments and field trainings, all while trying to adjust to married life. 

You’re happier than you’ve ever been in your life, there is no doubt about that, but it’s been... tough. Even you must admit that to yourself; you’re exhausted. 

As you glance down into your half-empty wine glass, you swivel the ruby liquid inside a bit while you feel your mouth suddenly fill with saliva at the lingering sour taste on your tongue. It’s an odd reaction and you swallow thickly, wrinkling your nose before setting the glass on the small side table next to the armchair you’re lounging in.  

Suddenly, John appears from the crowd, crouching down in front of the armchair. His stubbly cheeks flushed a pinkish hue from the alcohol, his cerulean eyes gleaming with love as he gazes up at you like a devoted puppy yearning for some praise, “Everythin’ alright, my love?” 

You cup his jaw and caress your thumb over the apple of his cheek, giving a curt nod, a small smile playing on your lips as you meet his gaze with half-lidded eyes. 

“Just tired, baby.” You repeat the words for the umpteenth time in the past few days it feels.  

“Mhm,” John rests his cheek on your knee as you rake your manicured fingers through his short hair and his eyelids flutter briefly as he sighs deeply, “Aye, could take a nap, too.” 

John leads you to one of the guest bedrooms upstairs where he’d previously carried the luggage. However, as he switches the light on, you’re met with a peculiar sight. 

“Seriously?” You snort, peeking up at John with a raised eyebrow while he rubs the back of his neck, smirking sheepishly and giving a shrug. 

“First come, first serve, I guess,” he chuckles, “At least we don’t gotta share our bathroom with anyone.” 

You hum, pursing your lips as you nod, “Don’t have to share a bed, either.” You quip, making a vague gesture at the two single beds with Christmas themed bed sheets, separated by a wide bedside table. 

“Och, we’ll make do,” John snickers, pulling you into his side and grabbing a handful of your left ass cheek over the wool dress you’re wearing before leaning down to bury his nose in your neck, “Jus’ like the good ol’ days back at the barracks, baby.” 

He nips at your neck, making you giggle as you tilt your head and lift your shoulder, trying to shield yourself from his playful ministrations. 

“You mean the days when you’d begged me to let you into my bed?” 

John lets out a mock scoff, straightening up and rolling his broad shoulders after letting go of your ass cheek with one last squeeze, “I never had to beg ye.” 

The both of you know that it's a blatant lie.  

He clears his throat, “Wanna bet it’s gonna be ye who asks ta move the beds together? Whining for cuddles an’ kisses from yer man like a wee lassie?” 

You pout at him, brows setting in a feigned frown as you sidestep him with your arms crossed over your chest petulantly, “You’re on, MacTavish,” you huff, “–and you’re so gonna lose this bet.” 

“Winner gets a nice treat, aye?” He suggests with a boyish grin, following you into the bedroom. 

After unpacking together and settling in, John leaves you to have one more drink with his father downstairs while the rest of his family is either leaving and bidding their goodbyes or retreating to the other guest bedrooms. 

And while you can barely keep your eyes open as you change into your pyjamas, brush your teeth and go through your nightly routine in the adjacent bathroom, you feel simultaneously too exhausted and unable to find sleep as you finally lay in your assigned single bed.  

This restlessness feels strange, and you must actively keep yourself from tossing and turning on the mattress as you lay in the darkness alone. You even go through the various sleeping techniques which you’ve learned on duty, the ones that have helped you catch some shuteye on missions in the past, though to no avail.  

Your eyes are burning behind your eyelids whenever you shut them, and your mind can’t seem to quiet. You’re terribly aware of your heartbeat, the soreness of your limbs and the queasiness in your gut, and in this moment, you can’t help but yearn for your husband’s presence; for him to slip under the covers behind you and his large, strong hands to roam and touch your body in a way that distracts you from this discomfort you find yourself in. 

Time passes, and while you’re still unable to fall asleep, you’ve manage to turn your mind off by focusing on the various sounds in the house; deep voices engaged in conversation downstairs, the flushing of toilets, the dull footsteps of someone walking up or down the stairs– 

You’re lying on your side, facing the wall, the pillow hugged to your chest with your head flat on the mattress, and your eyes shut as you’re simply dozing, when the door to the bedroom creaks open and John staggers inside clumsily. 

There’s a pause before the door clicks and locks again, and you know he’s checking if you’re asleep, so you play along and stay still. You expect him to fold, to come crawling into your bed and lose the bet, and the thought of him desperately pawing at your flimsy pyjamas to get to your goodies, makes your lower tummy flutter with excitement and anticipation. 

So, you listen as he disappears into the bathroom, how the toilet flushes after he takes a comically long piss, the running of the faucet when he washes his hands and brushes his teeth, all while your heart keeps thudding against your ribcage while you suppress a wicked grin. 

When John emerges from the bathroom, he smacks his hand against the light switch, unnecessarily forceful like he always does, and– 

Your eyes blink open, eyebrows furrowing, when he walks past your bed to slip into his with a low grunt. The single mattress creaks under his weight, the covers rustle as gets comfortable, sniffling and smacking his lips like a dog getting ready for the best sleep in his life. 

And just when you want to turn around to make your wakefulness known, your breath stutters in your chest as you hear him spitting – presumably into his palm.  

You don’t know how long you’ve been holding your breath for, frozen in place as you listen to the slick sound of his hand stroking his cock, but it’s been long enough to have your own body react to it as your thighs squeeze together discreetly, wetness spreading between your folds as you try to get friction on your pulsating clit while your heart feels heavy in your chest. 

Suddenly, you’re going through a myriad of emotions and it’s something you haven’t experienced before. You feel aroused, excited, betrayed, sad, angry, frustrated, disappointed – and it’s all too much when the sound of John’s husky groan and shallow breaths reach your ears. 

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me – John.” You mutter, saying his name louder as you perk up in your bed, glancing over your shoulder at him in the darkness and barely able to make out his silhouette. 

“Are you seriously jerking off right now?” 

John sputters, his movements stilling before he has the audacity to bark out a laugh, “Ah, I didnae ken ye’re awake.” His Scottish brogue is more apparent now, his deep voice a little breathless. 

“Yeah, well... I am!” You hiss, sitting up fully and leaning against the headboard of your bed, blood boiling and heating up your cheeks with agitation and before you know it, your eyes start stinging and welling up with fat tears while your bottom lip wobbles. 

“Woah, wait–” He chuckles, though more in confusing than disbelief as he tries to interpret your reaction, “Are ye... mad at me for havin’ a lil’ wank?” His thick brows draw together as he listens intently, his cock still throbbing in his fist.  

You sniffle, shoulders trembling with restraint as you wipe furiously at your eyes and cheeks, though the first tears have already slipped and stained your sleepshirt. It’s so out of character for you. Normally, you would simply tease him for this. Hell, you have a great sex life together; have rubbed one out next to him just to rile him up in the past. This should be nothing to you, but for no other apparent reason than a matter of principle, it is, and you can’t stop your mouth from blurting out more words. 

“Y’know, it’s just funny to me that–that you actually seem to be enjoying this bet and ugh separation between–between us,” you babble, ignoring logic in favour of the cocktail of raging emotions wreaking havoc inside you. 

“What? No! Baby, please, I–” John stammers, becoming more confused and overwhelmed with each hiccup and sob coming from your bed from the other side of the room, “Ye’re the love of my life, please–” He tucks his still semi-hard cock back into his boxer briefs before scrambling on his mattress to turn on the lamp on the bedside table. 

When the bedroom is illuminated by the lamp’s warm light, John immediately sobers up as he assesses the strange situation, and his stomach drops as he spots you curled up on the single bed, hugging your knees and muffling your sobs. He can’t count on one hand the times he’s seen you cry, so this is more than alerting. 

“Ach, fuck this bloody bet.” John huffs and in an instant, he’s up on his feet and nearly flinging himself onto your bed; strong arms cooping you up in an embrace as he shifts you around until he’s sitting with his back against the headboard, cradling your shivering form against his chest. 

“Steamin’ Jesus, ye’re really scarin’ me right now,” he mutters against the crown of your head, nuzzling your hair as he rocks you gently, “Can ye tell me what’s goin’ on, hm? Please?” 

“Fuck, I–I don’t know,” you wail and whine into his bare chest, coarse dark hair scratching against your face as you try to burrow deeper into his embrace, all while his bulky arms tighten around you like steel rods, “I just... I need you.”  

And then, when you shift and climb into his lap to hump and grind your clothed pussy against his upper thigh, John gets really confused. 

He blinks dumbly, “So... ye’re not mad at me? Ye’re jus’... horny?” His cock twitches in his briefs when you bite your puffy bottom lip and choke back a keening moan. 

“Shut up,” you whinge, hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as he surveys your odd behavior with a mixture of amusement and concern, once he’s sure you’re not sick or hurt. 

John chuckles huskily, his hands trailing down to grasp your hips, “Should’a said some, hen.” He purrs as he tugs on the hem of your sleepshirt teasingly before pulling it up over your head when you lift your arms up obediently. 

His pupils dilate as soon as his eyes drink in the sight of your pretty tits. When his hands trace up your stomach, he can feel your skin pebble with goosebumps, and when his thumbs trace the underside of your naked breasts, he notices your slight wince while your cute nipples stiffen instantly, making his mouth water at the sight like Pavlov’s trained mutt. 

“Sensitive tonight, are we?” 

You swat at his biceps meekly, letting out the most pathetic little whine that has John’s heart thudding and his cock chuff to full mast. This is so unlike you, and it makes him reel internally. 

“Fuckin’ hell, ye’re killin’ me here. I need a taste of ye, love.” He mutters under his breath and leans in to kiss you deeply, all teeth and tongue, before he picks you up and manhandles you like some ragdoll until you’re lying on your back underneath him, gazing up with a desperate, pleading look in your glossy, bright doe-eyes. 

You help him take off your pyjama pants next, movements sluggish as you burn up with desire and need while John nudges your legs apart before settling between your thighs, getting in position like a sniper on a mission. 

John holds your upper thighs in a firm grip, keeping them spread for him as he drags his nose from your crack up your wet slit, parting your folds and inhaling the familiar scent of your arousal deeply as he goes, though it somehow seems more intoxicating as ever. And the first taste of your cunt has his mind go berserk, synapsis firing in the most primal part in his brain as he swallows hard and growls against your folds. 

You clasp a hand over your mouth, muffling your whimpers, “Oh...god... Johnny.”  

You taste absolutely divine and you’re practically gushing from your little hole like never before as John drapes your legs over his shoulders, spreads your velvety folds with his fingers and starts licking and suckling on your clit like a madman; completely and utterly possessed by you as he slurps and laps up your slick arousal, making sure not a drop goes to waste. 

The first orgasm hits you hard and leaves your pussy convulsing almost painfully as white-hot pleasure wrecks through your flushed body; making your toes curl and your back arch off the mattress while those dull throbs of pleasure-pain have you begging for Johnny’s thick fingers to fill you up. And he eagerly complies by plunging both middle and ring finger into your dripping cunt while the feeling of his thick, golden wedding band stimulating your entrance has your eyes roll back into your skull. 

Your doting husband eats you out for what feels like hours, way past the soreness of his own jaw, until you’re nothing but a limp, twitching mess on the narrow mattress, and even then, he doesn’t let up. 

“Can’t stop, baby,” he grunts against your swollen clit, his voice muffled by your slick flesh as he pumps and curls his fingers inside your fluttering channel, “Ye taste too fuckin’ good.” 

Clutching the steaming mug of freshly brewed coffee between your palms, you stifle another yawn as you sit at the kitchen table before you catch the significant glance John shoots in your direction, a prideful smirk tugging at his lips and his chest puffed out even more than usual as he converses with one of his brothers-in-law.  

Yes, you’re tired, but at least you know why today. Smiling to yourself, you hide it by taking a sip of your coffee. 

“Havin’ a good mornin’, Mrs. MacTavish?” 

Your eyes flicker up when John’s mother sets a full plate of breakfast in front of you. An array of bacon and eggs, sausage, baked beans, toast and fried mushrooms – a sight that had your mouth water in the past but your nose wrinkle in the present. 

“Cannae stand the smell, eh?” The older woman chuckles, patting your back affectionately, “Jus’ wait fer the morning sickness, lass.” 

As you gaze up at her in confusion, you catch that same strange and gleeful twinkle from yesterday in her eyes. Your eyes narrow slightly, “I’m sorry, Rosemary, but what are you talking about? You’ve been dropping hints like that since last night.” 

Rosemary clicks her tongue and raises a dark eyebrow as if surprised you haven’t caught on yet before she reaches into the pocket of her apron and then takes one of your wrists to shove something that feels like a pencil into your palm. 

“I kept them around when my daughters got married,” she explains softly, though it confuses you even more until you look down at the object in your palm, “I ken this would be the biggest Christmas present for Johnny... and for all of us, too.” 

Your stomach drops and your eyes widen as you stare at the pregnancy test. 

[madd-nix]

A twisted reunion 🧟‍♂️

For a Halloween piece, I thought about what I wanted to do, and the idea of "what if Ingo and Emmet reunite, but Ingo's a zombie" came to me. I had a lot of fun with this, even though it included sooo many hands! I love drawing creepy stuff, and I had fun getting the decayed zombie flesh just right.

So, there's five other hands along with Ingo's, so I hope you all can tell who they all are. I really tried to differentiate each of the Pearl Clan members as best I could (including Lian and Gaeric's warden bracelets, giving Gaeric baggier skin since his muscles have decayed, Palina's gray gloves, Irida's blue bracelet, and admittedly, Calaba is a bit plain at the angle that her hand is at but hopefully you can still tell it's her.) So yay! The Pearl Clan members are all helping Ingo reunite with his brother!

Anyway, happy Halloween!

[fallenclan]

wow! it feels weird for this moon (and ravenstar's leadership/arc to finally be over)... i have some Thoughts, particularly about the exiled trio!

patchback -- i like that, of the three, she's the only one who looks genuinely angry. the same is true when ravenstar is killed. levi and sleepydawn look more surprised in that instance as well. given her history, this is the SECOND time patchback has been exiled. i imagine that she enjoys being a part of a clan. possibly, being exiled for the first time was the worst thing that ever happened to her, so when cherrystar gave her a chance, patchback chose to try and "adapt," to be whoever cherrystar would accept. but then ravenstar gave her the room to be herself... surely, with his support, and levi as deputy, then patchback will never have to fear exile again? ha! wrong.

levi -- levi only joined fallenclan after realizing an opportunity to hold power awaited him. i highly doubt levi cares about clan life. i think he's disappointed/annoyed, but not particularly "devestated" in the way that i imagine patchback is. levi will just... move on with his life, and try to find power somewhere else. i think he and patchback will stick together, since they're friends, and there's power in numbers. i believe levi likes power, but doesn't like to be the one making decisions (he likes his second-in-command spot imo). so, with ravenstar gone, patchback becomes his first-in-command. better yet, i imagine levi enjoyed ravenstar, but didn't like him. levi actually likes patchback, so being her second-in-command, backing her up, or better yet, being her partner is especially appealing.

sleepydawn -- he just looks numb. after ravenstar's death, i imagine he quickly resigned himself to what his fate would be. it's also noteworthy that his mate, ashblink, won't be joining him. ashblink could easily have chosen to leave with sleepydawn, but didn't. their relationship felt very shallow from the beginning. while i do think they care about each other, i think sleepydawn's loyalty to ravenstar would always come over his affection for ashblink, and ashblink would ultimately realize that sleepydawn isn't looking for love. within their interactions, ashblink is shown being caring/supportive (as best he can) towards sleepydawn, who looks bored/disinterested or rebuffs him. sleepydawn doesn't know how to be in a relationship. he needs to sort his own shit out before having a boyfriend. i think there's a 50/50 chance that sleepydawn will set out on his own, and try to "find himself" while also seething in bitterness and grief, versus deciding to throw in his lot with patchback and levi.

silly idea: patchback starts her own clan (ravenclan? after the first cat to ever """accept""" her for who she is) with levi as deputy. sleepydawn joins. teeheehee. it would be funny, but in all likelihood, i think the three of them will just have to face reality and Cope rather than getting any sort of resolution they would have hoped for.

anyway, yay wolfstar!!! yay kestrelfeather! yay pondshine and flamefall and cloudtuft!! yippee!! i love how happy wolfstar looks for once, and i was delighted to see broccoli and pepperswipe <3 i know sweetclover is so proud... but also trying to be there for her parents

also finchbeak kits next moon! is the father chumtail or flamefall? or a mysterious, third cat... comment down below! /j

-🐉

MY GOD dragon once again you have hit the nail perfectly on the head... i don't even need to make an explanation post you got it in one. incredible

[amara555555]

I’m always motivated when I have a assignment:

Au in which everyone is alive but it’s still kinda creepy. (NOT IN A BADWAY- as in I feel as though the Yamazaki mansion would be hella eerie) oh and OOC.(btw- I gave the two deceased brothers names and personalities within the clan. You know the two Shingen sons…….Gun’s brothers- They’re alive , yay)

Yamazaki family x child platonic reader:

You looked up at the traditional manor and back at your dad nervously. Him smoking all nonchalant as he recalled his childhood meanwhile you just couldn’t stand how eerie this place felt. The metaphorical frost of death surrounded this place and you found yourself clinging to your dad’s sleeve. The manor looking like it’ll come alive and swallow you whole………the blossom tree fooled no one. As pinky and pretty it was, it fooled NO ONE.

“I’m uncomfortable.”

He sighed and looked down at you.

“You and me both.”

You blinked hopefully.

“Can we leave then? I don’t like it…..I feel cold.”

He sighed and dropped the cigarette before crushing it under his shoe and kneeled to your level.

“Hey, it’s just one week. One week, and then we’re out. All you gotta do is keep to yourself and don’t over react. Don’t huff at grandma, bow before granddad and…………be careful around your grand uncle. You went over the rules right?”

You nod and he pats your head.

“Don’t forget them.”

He stood and holds your hand before heading in.

“And take off your shoes when you enter the house.”

Your heart breaks.

“But my sneake-“

“No shoes.”

“Louie Vuit-“

“None.”

—————

You and your dad bowed before a behemoth of a man who matched your dad’s face perfectly. Expect his was smooth, clean of scars and long hair. The elder’s gaze settles on you and you step behind your father’s chunky leg before peeking out. Gun sighed and patted your head.

“They’re shy”

Shingen couldn’t help but let a minuscule smile grace his elder face.

“….thats ok.”

His gruff voice was a lot softer for a demon head. You blinked in confusion as the elder’s softened eyes gazed back into yours.

“There’s no need to be afraid little one.”

Once again he sweetly calls out to you and Gun sighed before pulling you out from behind his leg.

“Go. Meet your granddad.”

You scowl back at him. Traitor.

You step forward while playing with your hands. Your eyes flick up to meet your granddad’s again- oh biscuits- you bow from remembering your dad’s speech and Shingen let out a deep chuckle. That sounded like a purr of a giant cat.

You felt a big hand pat your head and you stand straight to see the soft smile of Shingen as he kneeled before you to match your height, even though he was still three heads taller then you- seriously- were you gonna inherit this?

“Welcome to the family home, Y/N. We’ve been expecting you.”

—————

Inside the manor was colder than outside, but Shingen smiled softly at you enough to rest your nerves. However the gaze of your grandma was only encouraging you to play with the ends of your kimono out of nerves. Gun’s hand gently placed ontop of yours to ease you before you looked up at him with an internal whine and he gave the strict eyes.You settle and Somi spoke up.

“My! You’re truly my son’s child! You look so much alike. Truly beautiful.”

You smile awkwardly.

“…..thank you.”

She smiles softly.

“I’m Somi park, Your father’s mother. Your grandmother, please don’t refrain from coming to me with anything.”

She smiled warmly and you smiled back out of courtesy before she turned to Gun.

“They’re quiet.”

Gun blinked and spoke.

“They take after me.”

Somi laughed softly, all modestly.

“None sense! You were a talkative child.”

You pressed your head on Gun’s arm. You both felt equally as uncomfortable…….

“…..where’s grandad?”

“….no idea.”

———————

“Ha ha ha, truly identical. Their perfect Gun!”

A beautiful man with the most luscious locks and pearly white smile you’d ever seen complimented you as he closed his book to meet you.

“Forgive my manners, my name is Haruto. I’m your uncle. When I heard you were coming here I just had to have the manor up to perfection.”

He seemed lively……in a nice way. You reciprocate a smile.

“Thank you….uncle…?”

He smiled and patted your head for the up-tenth time.

“Ofcourse. Anything you need and you come to me. Never feel shy, your family. We’re here for you ok?”

His voice as a soft melody as he gently patted your head once more. You felt a warm feeling of a sweet honey stir in your gut from the comfort he rained on you, hiding sweets in your fists and reassuring you of the manor’s strictness, even gently walking you around the koi ponds………safe to say Haruto was nice.

————————

To think THIS was Haruto’s dad? You shrunk under his strict bespectacled stare as he stood before you after you had finished using the bathroom. You gulp and take in the strictness of his demeanour before bowing her so slowly and awkwardly.

You hear a low grunt.

“At least you’ve been taught some manners.”

You stand up straight.

“…….mhm.”

His soulless eyes stare back at yours.

“The Yamazaki don’t mumble or shy away. Stand strong child.”

You blink confused before straightening your posture and blinking again. He sighed.

“Look me in the eye and show your strength.”

You look into his soulless eyes and blink again.

“…….”

He took you in. The future of the clan. Needed some work but you were a Yamazaki, you’d get there. He sighed and spoke once more.

“Name?”

You swallow and answer confidently.

“Y/n..”

He hummed in acknowledgment before walking past you. You took that cue to use your Yamazaki genes to run to your dad and Haruto.

————————

The sun rolled on and you were supposed to be in your own personal quarters for the night.

“Father, why is your family strange?”

Gun sighed as he dried his hair after a shower, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

“That’s just how they are.”

You nod.

“Will I be like them?”

Gun sighed again.

“I don’t know.”

You swing your legs on the drawer you sat on and took in his room.

“All the rooms look the same. Can I play with the sword-“

“No.”

You sigh this time before speaking again.

“Grand uncle Shintaro is creepy.”

Gun turned to look at you.

“He’s not creepy he’s strict. You bowed before him right?”

You nod.

“Good. Just stay out his way and don’t say anything that you think of saying unless he asks got it.”

You blink.

“Is no one allowed to talk to hi-“

“No.”

——————————

The next day in the pretty summer of Japan you meet your dad’s other brothers. A cheerful looking one pulled your youthful cheeks and the other simply watched this like it was inconvenient.

“Kiryu, this is high unnecess-“

“Kenji cmonnnn~ look at them! They’re adorable~”

He cooed at you and just like your dad, You stoically made do. Gun was behind you with his Hands in his pockets before pulling one out and patting your head.

“You’re making them uncomfortable.”

Kiryu sighed and stepped back.

“They take after you huh? No affection.”

Gun stiffened and you turn to look at him. He had that distant look in his eye and you turn to glare at Kiryu.

“Don’t talk to father that way.”

Both Kiryu and Kenji were taken back by your stern words.

“Be mean to him again and I’ll tell grandpa.”

Gun held your hand and walked off before you started fighting men 20 years older than you. However a warm caress soothed his heart and a tiny smile graced his lips.

———————————

2 more days passed and you played jenga with Shingen. Your behemoth grandfather took out a block in the most risky place possible and placed it at the top.

You glared.

“That’s cheating.”

He smiled smugly.

“It’s call strategy child. Risks come in play to your benefit.”

You huff.

“I don’t even know what the means….”

you focus on pulling out a block and the tower shook before you gasped and Shingen watched in smug anticipation. You gently pulled it out before tentatively putting it on the to-

CRASH.

You both stood there like children as the jenga tower crashed into a small glass table and it broke….

You looked up at him shook and he looked down at you shook.

Footsteps boomed down the hallway and Shingen scooped you up before bolting off to hide as Somi chased him with a broom-

—————————

You sat with Haruto and Gun as they sipped on coffee while you blew on your hot chocolate. You looked up at Shintaro opposite you three as he focused on yet another Yamazaki guide of rules or some kind of documentation regarding business.

He sips his coffee and you almost burst out laughing before Gun slapped a hand over your mouth as he and Haruto looked off to the side while restraining their smiles.

Shintaro was too focused on the paper to notice how the rascals infront of him had laced the top of his mug in ink to create a moustache on his upper lip.

“Hitle-“

“Shhhhhhhhh-“

—————————

Somi took it upon herself to show you around the gardens and koi ponds. You held her slim hand as she practically moved with grace while giving the illusion of floating and you followed her in awe.

She stops you and points into the koi ponds.

“They tend to come out more in the summer.”

You watched the pretty fish dance around in the green waters, a smile tugging up your face.

“They’re pretty.”

“Just like you dear.”

You smiled smugly now and she mocked it before you two giggled and skipped off to see the Venus fly traps.

—————————

Both you and Haruto played hide and seek, you being the new favourite hid in a dark Japanese styled room. The behemoth who worked on reading a rule book remained still and serious as Haruto pokes his pretty head in to catch you.

“Father have you seen Y/N?”

Shintaro looked up unamused.

“No.”

Haruto nodded and left before respectfully closing the door.

Shintaro turned to you.

“We had a deal. You deliver.”

You hand over the rest of the shortbreads you bribed him with earlier.

“Thank you.”

“Get out my office.”

———————————

The day was rainy, Gun’s favourite type of day as he smoked under the roof of the engawa. The serene smell of moss and wet grass and nature washed peace over him, the sound of his child being tossed up by her grandfather only left him feeling safe.

You giggled and squealed as Shingen tossed you up, his smooth face smiling bright and his big hands catching you every time. Somi stood with Gun’s shiro Oni umbrella, watching you two play as she laughed and stroked Gun’s head.

The week was passing quickly, however Gun was just happy that his child got to be loved within the residence of stoicism and discipline.

His child was the warmth this place needed.

You giggle and wrap your arms around Shingen’s neck as he laughed out when you proceeded to retaliate by blowing a raspberry in his neck.

Gun smirked as his cigarette’s smoke swirled around him in a wet fog, his child and father both enjoying themselves, like a real family made him feel like maybe there was an impending future of……..normalcy, happiness……warmth….life….within the Yamazaki clan.

—————————————

You and your uncle Kiryu areas the instructions off the cook book.

“Melt the butter.”

He nodded and proceeded to melt the butter.

“You know, back in my day, we never made cakes, we’d steal them off the elder’s side of the kitchen because we were deprived little critters-“

“Uncle….”

“We’d gobble them down and go to town!” Lets out a hearty and sweet laugh before continuing-

“When I tell you, your grand father was so mad why he realised I gained 6 pounds-“

“UNCLE! BUTTER!”

The whole pan caught fire.

—————————————

It was a day before leaving that you had a big game of hide and seek planned, the room you hid in happened to be a darker and more secluded room, filled with emptiness and just one chair, you sat on the chair and just spun.

The door slid open before a head popped in, you stopped the chair, the head popped out.

You spun again. This time the shoji door leading to the garden opens and you stopped. The figure closed the door.

You spun again before someone popped in once more but you stilled. They left.

This went on for 29 seconds before the chair was lifted off the ground and Gun caught you.

—————————————

Dinner that night was somber, you take in your extended family’s faces and expressions. Your grandfather all unreadable, your grandma serene and elegant, grand uncle stern, uncle Haruto calm, Kenji and Kiryu both in their own worlds and your dad as silent as ever. You lean into his side and close your eyes. Wanting this image to sear into her your eyelids. A big and happy family. Not just you and dad. But everyone.

…….meanwhile Kiryu and Kenji played thumb war under the table and went aggressive before knocking over a jug of water into Shintaro’s lap and the old man pulled out a sword-

—————————————

So far the Yamazaki estate was fun. Grandpa Shingen was sweet, Grandma Somi was loving, Grand uncle Shintaro was scary, Uncle Haruto was effortlessly kind, all your uncles were strange but nonetheless, you had fun.

When the week came to an end, you packed miserably. Sluggishly folding clothes and putting them away slowly, buying as much time for yourself in the beauty of the Yamazaki house and family.

Your eyes grazed over the wooden architecture and smiled. A certain feeling of always being welcome swirled in your mind and heart before your bag was zipped up, you turned and saw Gun zipping up the bag due to your turtle pace.

“For god sake, come on. Our flight leaves soon.”

You blink.

“Do we have to leave?”

Gun froze and sighed.

“…..yeah. We don’t live here. We’ll be back next holidays, Ok?”

A dejected blink only left you to nod. After all you had your fun, you could stay in contact and uncle Haruto often comes to Korea he said. And grandpa Shingen promised to always come as well. You smile to yourself that you had these memories to cherish and looked forward to making more.

“…..hm.”

Gun sighed and turned to crouch before you.

“They loved you here. They won’t be forgetting to see you all the time. Trust me. No need to feel upset.”

You nod and breathe out calmly.

“Ok.”

A few minutes pass and Gun’s held your hand and you two walk out the manor and you run forward to hug you’re family bye as they stood outside in a crowd. The biggest hug when to Grandp Shingen and uncle Haruto. And grandma Somi. You bowed before Shintaro and shook hands with uncles Kiryu and Kenji.

Gun watched the interactions and sighed softly.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Healing was possible for all of them.

(Honestly. I don’t even know. Have fun. Happy new years, and late merry crisis.)

[pearlycorpse]

(ꔛ) ⸺ ⠀𝐓𝗁𝖾 𝐒𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝐌𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝐍𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋

pairing : toji x ghost!user

summary : lady k and the sick man au

tw : mentions of abuse and death

notes : yeh. this is a bot intro on sakura ai & poe. im on jan now yay? (＾ｖ＾)

from the moment toji was born, his life would never reach heights as great as his family name. his mother was the maid who used to clean his father's study, always scrubbing the floors at the same time as when his father was in his study. anyone could guess what they had got up to for a baby to suddenly cry out through the halls of the house nine months later.

toji's stepmother hated him, couldn't look at him without throwing something in his direction, be it her heeled shoes or shards of glass — that's how he got the scar on his lip. all because the damn woman couldn't understand how a lowly maid was able to give her husband a child and she couldn't even come to the term of her pregnancies. all ending in miscarriages, that was what chipped away at her sanity.

as a child, growing up in environment of isolation and abuse meant toji didn't exactly turn out to be the golden child. instead, he caused trouble and made the zenin clan regret allowing him to breathe seconds after his birth. he was just a child sometimes, breaking windows and tracking dirt inside was what children did, but he got scolded, beat and much worse as he got older.

at the age of eighteen, he packed his bags the night of his birthday and left without looking back. that night he spent sleeping in the alleyway of a bakery, the ovens warmth seeped through the walls and kept him warm till morning. he hoped from job to job after that, never able to keep one for more than a few weeks.

staying constant made him feel ansty, like something terrible would happen to him if he continued the same routine. it's not as if his family would come back for him and call him home, but to toji he had feared that they wouldn't. and to avoid that reality, he kept his head down and got his hands dirty doing odd jobs.

his rowdy behavior died down when he was introduced to the beauty of gambling and women, instead focusing on earnings paychecks to spend on the beautiful women in bars and show them a beautiful time in a cheap motel room. even if he didn't always pay for the rooms or drinks, his skills in the bedroom definitely made up for his lack of bedside manner.

pity the husband's of the married women he slept didn't feel the same, not at all.

fast forward a bit and to keep himself from getting pummeled by said husband's, toji found his way to an underground fighting ring. there he learned how to make sure his face never touched the concrete again. good thing working construction had given him muscles otherwise being a scranny man in the ring wouldn't have won him money.

he was found by shiu kong when he was around twenty seven and from there made a living ( when clients wanted him ) as an assassin. his first kill was a woman who had been smuggling her husband's drug imports and he had done it quick and easy. stabbing her in the gut and twisting the knife in a busy street, leaving her to cough and writhe on the ground.

sadly for toji though, more times than he would like to admit, money was always tight, and his wallet barley weighed a thing in his pocket. landlords hated when rent was late, and his current one had sent him packing before he could even argue. with the last of his money he ate a bowl of ramen to keep his stomach full and happened the come across an ad for an apartment in the worst part of tokyo.

did he have any other better options? no.

the place was decent looking if not livable, and he had signed the papers that afternoon. apart from the mold growing in the corner of the bathroom that he could barely fit in, the tv that didn't work, lack of a bedroom and creaky floorboards, toji was glad to have a roof over his head. he could get used to the problems around him, could probably fix some of them, and he could definitely wait months for the landlord to fix the rest.

what his landlord had failed to mention was that the place was haunted. yep, haunted. he figured something ( other than the obvious ) had to have been wrong with this place for it to come at such a cheap price. toji didn't believe in ghosts, never saw them as real nor cared for them enough to respect them either. so having a "ghost" in his apartment didn't bother him. at first.

he tried ignoring the noises in the attic, he was a heavy sleeper so it didn't matter much. he tried to ignore the way the living room got cold when he turned off the ceiling light to go to bed, added an extra futon for himself and slept no problem. he tried to ignore the shadows he'd see in the corner of his eyes whenever he was in the bathroom taking a piss or trying to bathe in the tiny basin.

toji never thought living with a ghost would be so hard, especially when he came home after a job to see the house had been turned upside down. he hadn't been robbed, the locks were still in tact and he had nothing to steal. no one else had a key to his place apart from the landlord but she hadn't come to the property in weeks (grumpy old bat). so the only explanation had to have been the ghost staring at him from the gasp in the boards from the attic.

he found the temper tantrum cute and coaxed them to come out, finally setting eyes on that body that somehow got his dick stirring in his pants. as strange as it sounded, and it sounded really strange, he definitely wanted to shove his dick inside whatever hole they had. pity he had scared them off a few times with his forward advances, but not tonight.

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・╴﹕꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱﹕╴・┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

holding in a chuckle, toji had been laying perfectly still on his futon, light turned off, the only source of illumination being from the streetlights since he forgot to close the blinds. he heard the telltale creak of the floorboards and knew that they had decided to let their curiosity get the better of them.

a cold hand traced up his jaw, thumb parting his lips and they let out a noise of appreciation. it had been about a week since the two of them had been properly associated with each other and toji still couldn't get over how adorable this ghost was because they couldn't say full sentences for the life of them. he didn't understand why and saw it as a sour spot for them and didn't push, instead doing his best to interpret their simple words.

suddenly, toji's hand grabbed their wrist and gripped tightly, ensuring they couldn't run away like the little lamb they were. he sat up, pulling them onto his lap and stared into their dull eyes before tilting their head. lips pressing kisses down their neck and nibbling red marks on their skin, he spoke in a murmur, "tonight, doll, you're not running away."

"be good for me and let me fuck you, yeah?" he whispered, free hand already kneading the flesh of their ass under their clothes. "i've been dying to see what that hole looks like, me and my cock both..." at those words the ghost suddenly felt something hard poking them right between their legs, a bright blush filling their ghostly pale cheeks. "that's it... feel how hard i am?"

"take care of it for me, baby."

[hibiscusseaart]

some hcs about madara's siblings and rambling about timeline

So, imo Madara will forever be the middle child, the 4th to be exact. I will die on this hill. But there's a question of another siblings. And I really don't like the idea of them being all boys, so fuck it.

I want to use the names of mountains like most ppl do, so for now I have:

Togakushi (83 years before naruto birth) - died at 18 when madara was 11 

Kurohime (f) (81), died at 17, when Madara was 12

Myoko (f) (78), died at 14, when Madara was 12

Madara (76)

Izuna (74)

Timeline looks like this and yes im a freak and i have done a whole timeline in draw.io to help myself visualise everything happening :

(no i will not elaborate on white blubs yet)

And at first, I thought of Togakushi being a boy, since, y'know he's supposed to be the true heir (tm) and stuff. But then my bestie was like "Hey, but what if Madara had only older sisters? Then yeah he can claim that he's the older brother, but not the oldest sibling, plus it can explain his misogyny" and it fucking blew my mind

So yeah, Madara will be the long awaited boy, so he was raised to think that being a boy is the fucking best and way cooler that girls and such. Yay misogyny let's go.

But he wasn't made an heir the second he came out of the womb, bc Tajima (who i think is an only child or his siblings died as well) wanted an heir fast and then he got Togakushi, so he might've raised her first daughter as the heir. Even though I hc Uchiha can be more traditional, like usually women don't get to be heirs and not get trained to be kunoichis, but I believe that in Tajima's reign their finance situation was bad and well, beggars can't be choosers and such.

So Togakushi was like the 'acting' heir, since many expected her then to settle down and get married and then let Madara be an heir, when he's a bit older. But oh well, girls all died fast, bc Butsuma wanted to get revenge bc of Kawarama's death

Btw these two have a full on hate cycle

So Tajima was in love with Butsuma, but Butsuma got married* (year 85bnb), so Tajima got married himself (84 bnb) in hopes that Butsuma will be jealous too, but alas.

Then Tajima planned and killed his Hatake wife in revenge (he could do it only at year 72bnb, about a year after Itama and Tobirama were born, cuz she had a weak health after delivering twins + they were quite close after Kawarama's birth (i think april 74bnb, twins feb 73, its like about a month of recovery). before he fucking couldn't cuz she's a Hatake and she was strong).

After that Butsuma killed Tajima's wife (71, she was a civillain it was easy, Madara was 5, Izuna was 3).

Tajima send childkiller squad to kill Butsuma's kids so he got Kawarama (september year 65bnb, Kawarama was 9, Tobi and Itama 8 and Hashirama was 10 at the time (his birthday is 23/10))

Butsuma killed Togakushi in Senju-Uchiha fight and then ordered to kill Kurohime and Myoko on their mission (winter 65-64)

Hashirama and Madara meet at the river in April-May 64 bnb

*btw you might ask me, Umi, why Butsuma married a Hatake girl (i need a name for her damn it) at year 85 and then waited 9 years to get Hashirama (birth at 76 bnb)?

She's a Hatake from the main line who was married off in arranged marriage against her will. Against the whole Hatake clan's will honestly. I think Butsuma caught her in a marriage hunt (only Hatake clan tradition) bc elders thought that it would be nice to have this leverage against the Hatake clan, cuz Hatake then might cave in Senju's trade demands.

They did but the bride didn't fucking let Butsuma get close, even after marriage. She hated him. And soon Butsuma understood that until he gets his head out of his ass he won't get any heirs.

So yeah it took him 9 years to get on better tems with his wife and she finally let him have her children. I believe that bc before her death she was the one who took care of the kids, that's why Hashirama and Kawarama had a bit better time with their emotional growth and stuff. And bc she died a year after Tobirama and Itama's birth and the only parent is Butsuma now... well... it's not looking good for them huh.

It was also a big disappointment to her, bc Hashirama and Kawarama were full on Senju kids, while Tobirama and Itama were Hatakes to their cores and she spend so little time with them

ok anyway, thoughts on Madara having only older sisters?