#already jaded but happy there. wanting to just take care of the other children.

[orcelito]

ok. i finally finished trigun 98.

that. Sure Was Something. it's rly interesting to see how the end of 98 compares to what nightow did in trimax. there are some similarities of course, but overall it felt really... simplified in comparison.

my final verdict is that Yeah trimax is still my fav trigun iteration, but by itself trigun 98 is a pretty emotionally fulfilling anime

[robo-writing]

I saw your requests were open, so I have to ask for… pain 😔

Can I request a Logan x afab!reader HCs or full fic about how reader is getting older and he kinda isn’t yk? Like going from when they first met, to readers deathbed, and how he has to live without them for the rest of his life 🫶🫶

Also take care of yourself DRINK WATER 🥰

Oh yeah, it’s angst time.

It's sooner than later that you'll be alone Synopsis: You live a long life, but not as long as Logan's. Warnings: 3.2k words of gut-wrenching angst, mentions of blood, grieving someone after they're gone Author's note: Hope you're happy anon, I cried five times writing this <3

He had first met you in your twenties—twenty-three, to be exact.

Young, bright eyed, naive. You were kind, where he was not. You were hopeful, where he was jaded and angry at the world. He loved your innocence, how you always saw the best in others—suppose that’s what made you such a good counselor to the children. You listened—really, truly listened—made anyone that walked through your office doors feel welcomed.

Maybe that’s why he found his way to you. When the nightmares wouldn’t let him sleep and the voices wouldn’t let him think, he shuffled to your bedroom door without a goal in sight, bare feet padding against the polished floors. His knuckles meet your door, seconds passing by before he asks himself why the hell he’s even here in the first place.

Before he could walk away he heard your feet shuffling, followed by the click of your doorknob.

He felt guilty for waking you up, eyes red and face puffy, but you didn’t even question why he was at your door, just rubbed your eyes and opened the door wider for him to walk in.

It was silent at first. You offered him some water, passed him a blanket, and just sat there. You never pressured him to speak, and he didn’t feel compelled to. Maybe five minutes later he said something and you just nodded in his direction, encouraging him to continue.

For the first time in a long time, he talked. And you listened.

It became a ritual between the two of you, staying up late at night just to chat. It wasn’t always about his past, sometimes he just needed to let it all out, and you were the perfect outlet. He felt like you didn’t judge him, and that’s all he ever needed.

Eventually he wanted to hear you too—he preferred it that way. Talking about lesson plans and movies, little things that seem mundane but made him feel less like a patient and more like a friend. You were a welcome distraction, and an added bonus was that you were really cute when you were talking.

He was the one who made the first move. He remembers every detail, from your pajama shorts to the over-worn tank top sliding off your shoulder, your eyes bright as you went on about a new baking recipe you wanted to try. Sat on your bed, looking so relaxed he couldn’t help but stare and marvel at your beauty.

“Logan?” You ask, waving your hand in his face. “Hello? Earth to Wolverine?”

The moment you called out his name he was already making his way to your bed. The mattress sinks beneath his weight, and you let out a soft noise of surprise before he plants his lips against yours.

Yours are soft compared to him—everything about you screams softness, innocence and purity, and he’s not sure if a man like him even has the right to be next to you, much less kiss you. He’s certain his soul is filthy, tainted—a layer of black that’s sure to muck up your own if he keeps this up. He knows this deep in his heart, but greedy man that he is, he keeps his lips locked to yours.

Once, and then never again. He can’t be with a girl like you, and he knows it.

You hold him by the neck and pull him back when he tries to leave your embrace. Maybe it’s pity, he thinks, the way your hands tug him by the shirt and cling onto the fabric. Maybe you’re only entertaining him, stringing him along just to laugh in his face, mock him into ever thinking he had a chance. If you are, he doesn't care, because at least now he’s got a taste of what he could never have.

The two of you finally separate, a silk-thread of spit connecting the both of you, looking at each other with a mixture of shock and confusion. What happens after this? How does he return to what you had before—how can he, when he now knows your chapstick tastes like cherries?

He makes a move to leave, but against all odds your hand is still clinging onto his shirt. In that moment he knew he was the luckiest man alive because you begged him to stay in that cute voice of yours, begged him not to leave when his hands made their way up the front of your shirt—begged him for more when his lips wandered lower.

By your thirties you already had a shiny ring on your finger, one that he can say he proudly put on your finger. A gold band adorned by diamonds, it shines in the orange light of the sun, staring at you from its red-velvet housing. 

It’s the first time the X-Men see him cry, tears running down his face when you run into his arms screaming yes, yes, over and over as he holds you in his arms, sunset illuminating your features. He always thinks of you as beauty personified, but watching you admire the diamond-studded band with awe—the one thing that signifies you as his—he can’t help but look at you like icarus does to the sun.

The wedding was small—neither of you minded. Hank was the ringbearer, and Charles walked you down the aisle, and when your vows were said and done the priest could barely finish the ceremony before Logan lunged forward and kissed you, dipping you at the altar accompanied with a cheer from the people you consider your family.

Scott has the video saved on his phone. He pretends it pisses him off, but he had Jean send him a copy later. Sometimes he watches it when he thinks you’re asleep, but little does he know you are very much awake.

In your fourties’ you have a house together, somewhere upstate where no one can bother you. A cozy wooden home where it’s just you and him, relaxing by the fireplace and watching tv every day. When he’s not helping the X-Men he works at a local lumber yard, the highlight of his day being when he comes to work, grabbing his equipment from the truck. 

His co-workers jeer at him every time, call him whipped like butter, but they wouldn’t understand what he feels. He certainly doesn’t seem to care, especially when it’s your kiss pressed to his cheek.

He can safely say his life is perfect. It’s domestic, it’s everything Logan ever dreamed of, everything he thought he could never have—and it’s all thanks to you. He wakes up every morning grateful to you for giving him the greatest gift he could ever receive: serenity. 

Between the fairytale ending and his rose-colored glasses, he doesn’t notice it, not until you’re in your fifties and he’s—he’s not.

You’re aging, and he’s staying the same.

You still love each other and he’d never, ever, think about leaving you, but the realization sticks with him. He thinks about it late at night while you sleep next to him, pressed against his side. Your scent, your touch, he memorizes it all because he doesn’t know when he won’t be able to feel it again.

In your heart you know it too, but you don’t say anything—you don’t want to scare him away. He’s only just begun to get used to normalcy, and you don’t want to take that away from him. You don’t want to watch him fall into the honeyed trap of isolation again, return to that shell of a man you only just helped him shed.

So when you’re watching tv together, he makes sure to cradle you to his chest extra tight. When you’re sitting by the fireplace, heat radiating off your skin, he makes sure to memorize the way the fire illuminates your face. When you’re whispering his name after a night of love-making he etches the sound deep into his synapses, memorizing each syllable.

No matter what, he’ll remember you.

By your sixties you’re faced with an awful truth, one neither of you want to admit but your smile lines and crows feet stand contrast to his barely aging face. You get stares when you mention he’s your husband, some curious, some judging. You were called a cougar once by a shopper, finger pointed accusatory while Logan told her in no uncertain terms to go fuck herself.

He was there to reassure you then, but he can’t be there all the time. You don’t tell him that this wasn’t the first time you were accused of being a predator, and you don’t plan on doing so. 

Maybe this counts as acceptance, faced with the truth in the worst kind of way, but at least the both of you can say it out loud now—

You’re going to die, and he’s going to outlive you. It’s just a fact, but it still makes the both of you terrified.

Your seventies are rocky—you want to enjoy the time you have left, but Logan wants to make sure you’re safe. In his eyes you know he has only love for you, but you can see the fear in them too, how he coddles you every day. Your bones are starting to ache, you’re getting slower. Where you used to go on hikes with him you now choose to stay home, your stamina not like what it used to be. He thinks you don’t notice how he watches you carefully around the house, how he’s so eager to help you. You’re flattered, but also annoyed—it’s a short-lived train of thought when you look at him.

He still looks at you like he did when you first kissed. 

He still loves you, and you still love him. For now, that’s all you need.

He finds you on the floor in your eighties—eighty-three, to be exact.

The moment he sees your resting form behind the counter he sprints into the kitchen. There’s broken glass, a trail of blood running from your temple, and you’re completely out of it, eyes closed shut. He calls your name, shakes you, but nothing. He knows you’re still alive, he can hear your heart beating but he can feel how weak it is under his clammy hands, the soft thump nowhere near as strong as it should be.

He doesn’t know what to do—he’s long since been familiar with blood but this time it’s you, and he’s panicking. He doesn’t know what to do.

The ambulance arrives, longer than usual because you live far away from the city. Maybe if they’d gotten there faster they would have been able to do an infusion. Maybe if the phone wasn’t so far you’d be able to call 9-1-1 before you passed out. Maybe if he was at home he would’ve been able to see the early signs—

“Sir? Are you alright?”

He looks at the clock on the bedside wall: 7:38 pm. 

It’s well into the night, five hours have passed since you were admitted, and an hour since you died.

He’s been staring at your body for who knows how long. The doctor pronounced you dead, said you had a heart attack and hit your head on the way down. An accident.

A fucking accident.

“Sir, was she related to you?” The young nurse asks, contemplating whether or not she should even speak. Wordlessly, he nods.

“I understand you’re grieving,” she continues, standing at his side. Her words are full of empathy, none of which he needs but lets her speak anyway. “I saw on your hospital logs you share the same name, I can’t imagine how it must feel to lose a loved one.”

He nods again.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how old was she?”

“…eighty-three.” He answers. “Her birthday was in a month.”

She shakes her head. “That’s a shame.”

“It sure is,” He says, reaching out to touch her hand. It’s cold to the touch, a cruel reminder. “It sure is.”

You would’ve been eighty-four now.

He still lives in the same house but it’s not the same without you. It’s lifeless, empty—all the love you poured into the decor now just an awful reminder of what he lost. He thinks about tearing it all down sometimes but he knows you’d probably kick his ass if he so much as touched your crystal vases.

Your side of the bedroom is untouched, he moved all his stuff to the separate one the week after you died. It hurts to sleep there knowing you’re gone, but sometimes he’ll sit by the nightstand, a drink in hand and stare at the empty spot where you would be. Sometimes if he stares hard enough, he can see you through tear-rimmed eyes, hear your laughter through the dull buzz of the alcohol.

He misses you. He’s not sure if he’ll ever stop.

He doesn’t know what possesses him, but he opens your closet. It’s an indulgence, a moment of weakness—he promised he wouldn’t touch your stuff and here he is, rummaging about. 

Coats, dresses, shirts, all memories flooding back to him as he moves past them. The black dress you wore on your first date, the sundress you wore for your anniversary—

When his fingers brush against the lace, his heart lurches. He doesn’t need to see it to know, but he tugs anyway, revealing your wedding dress hidden deep inside. The most beautiful thing you’ve ever worn.

He takes the gown between reverent hands, as if the fabric would fall apart, disintegrate if he was anything but cautious with it. It still smells like you.

He finds the box labeled “wedding” next to it, and without hesitation pulls it from its corner. Wedding invites, flowers, old videos, everything that you could have taken as a memory, you had it. You even kept the cake toppers.

What surprises him though, is a notebook. It’s tiny, leather bound and slightly worn, every page a new entry. He flips to the first page and his heart nearly stops.

Dear Logan,

If you’re reading this, I’m probably dead.

His eyes widened. When did you write this? The small book suddenly feels like lead in his hands, it’s a struggle to pull his eyes back to the ink-stained pages, but he does so anyway.

I hope I managed to give this to you before I pass. I wish I could explain to you how much I love you, and how much I worry about you. You’re a stubborn asshole, could never see the good in yourself but I did—I still do. I’ve known you for thirty years now so I’m willing to bet you’re probably reading this drunk, blaming yourself for my death.

He doesn’t know when he started crying but your words make him laugh through the pain, wiping the palm of his hand against his cheek. He used to say you were secretly a telepath, always able to read his mind. Seems it’s a talent that extends beyond the grave.

Anyway, rambling aside, I wanted to give you something to remember me by. You’re going to live longer than I am, we both know that: but maybe my memory can live along with you.

His hands are shaking, fingers stumbling through the next page with bated breath.

Entry one, not sure how I should start…I’ll figure it out later. Your beard grew out a little so I offered to help you shave…

I think I did a shit job but you didn’t seem to mind, or maybe you were trying to save my feelings? I don't know which one. In any case remember to take care of yourself, I might be gone but like hell if I’m gonna let you let yourself go!

Attached with a paperclip is a photo of the two of you in the bathroom, you smushing his face while he stares at the camera annoyed, or at least it seems. There’s a hint of a smile on his face.

He remembers that day. You were cuddling him and complained his beard was scratchy. He let you sit on his lap while you gave him a trim, you said your lines were crooked but he didn’t give a shit—he had you all to himself, and that’s all he needed.

A small huff of laughter escapes him, even in the afterlife you’re still bossing him around. He flips to the next page—

Entry two, don’t isolate yourself! I know you Logan, that lone wolf shit doesn’t work and you know it too! When’s the last time you talked to the other X-Men, huh?

Your words rattle in his head, feelings of guilt blooming. They call occasionally, but he never picks up. Charles is the only one he ever gave the time of day and even then the mention of your passing is a sore subject. One time Scott showed up at his house, helped him clean up a bit before leaving; he never said thank you.

His eyes flick to the phone on his nightstand before continuing to read. 

Entry three, don’t starve yourself! I left a couple of my recipes in the last pages, just in case you missed my cooking…

Entry four, I have a secret album of us on my phone. The password is…

Entry five, stop being so hard on yourself…

Entry after entry, all stories with advice for when you’re gone. Clean up after himself, don’t try to find peace at the bottom of a bottle, remember to find a hobby…every single page, accompanied by a description of what you did that day. Went hiking, went on a dinner date, stayed at home and watched tv—almost an entire year's worth of reminiscing in the form of a tiny brown journal.

By the time he got to the last one the sun had begun to rise. His eyes burned with exhaustion, but the thought of stopping never crossed his mind.

The big three-six-five, happy anniversary! It’s been a year since I started this project and I think I should end it here, so I’ll end it with the best advice I can give you.

Logan, you need to move on.

I know it hurts, but I’m gone, and you can’t spend your life chasing after a woman who isn’t here anymore. You deserve more in life than to grieve. I love you more than anything in the world, which is why I’m telling you it’s okay to move on.

I’ll always be with you, so don’t think that you need to feel guilty. I know you love me, and I love you.

I’m giving you permission to forgive yourself, and let me go.

He re-reads your words. Once, twice, even three times before they really sink in. I’m giving you permission to forgive yourself, and let me go.

At that moment it all comes crashing down on him. Your death, the funeral, the pain and longing, the grief—all of it. Everything he’d ever tried to push aside by drinking, culminating into this single release of emotion.

He cries. A full-bodied, pathetic display, he sobbed while holding your last memory to his chest until he was red in the face, until his lungs burned. He sobbed until he had no more tears to give, then sobbed some more.

Even in death, you were still listening.

[bluessmutifyplaylist]

Separate Yandere Malleus (Hubby), Rook (Hubby), Leona (Lazy), Jamil (Babygirl), Azul (Babygirl), Jade (Menace), Floyd (Menace) and Sebek x Female!Tanjiro Reader SFW and NSFW please?

She’s kind, helpful and supportive, always willing to help others and she doesn’t expect anything in return? How cute (Naive), and after getting a taste of her kindness and care, he’s not going to let her go (And is now very territorial/protective of his soon-to-be wife/wifey)

Why can I see Floyd saying ‘Wifey’? (Rook would just make poems upon poems about how much he loves calling her his ‘Darling’ or ‘Wife’ and would violently tremble in joy if she just looks at him Top Tier Romantic/Stalker)

Sorry if that’s a lot, I’m a little knew to asking about Smut Requests (But I love my Twst Men so much, especially Malleus, Idia, Rook, Jamil and Azul, they just need hugs)

This is SMUT, and consensual, despite being Yandere.

Warnings: Yandere, Stockholm Syndrome(?), naive reader, creampie, breeding(?), unprotected sex, all characters are adults, sex with the intention of having children, slight dumbification, Malleus has 1 dick (sorry monsterfuckers), somnophilia in Malleus’s

Leona Kingscholar

You supported him even in his darkest moments, no matter if he was rude to you back. You were there, and the way you would take Cheka when he wasn’t feeling super great really had him appreciating you in a way that he never thought he could before. So, once you had graduated, he asked you if you would marry him.

Of course, this comes from a much darker place in him. He was never going to let you go, even if you refused him. Luckily for him, though, you were in tears as you accepted his proposal, happy to be marrying the love of your life. You were wed rather quickly, with it being a small ceremony, and it was the first time you had seen Leona cry because you just looked so beautiful walking down the aisle. That moment was one you would cherish forever. 

Now, your wedding night was a different story. With how hard he was thrusting up into you, making you see stars. You could feel his cock pounding your insides, and you were thanking every god in existence that you married this man. You were two orgasms in already, and you were approaching a third, while he still had his first to go.

“Look at you, my naive herbivore being fucked dumb.” Just hearing those words made you falter and stutter your movements, but it didn’t stop Leona. He was making you ride him through your orgasm, and you were so sensitive. He let out a groan as he came inside you, saying, “I’m not stopping until you are filled with my cubs, baby, so you better keep going.”

Azul Ashengrotto

He knew you were the one when he showed you his cecaelia form for the first time. Instead of being disgusted or even afraid, you used a gentle hand as you played with the tentacles that were pulling you closer and closer. Eventually, you found yourself face-to-face with the Housewarden, and you threw your arms around his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. He immediately reciprocated, and he laid claim to you that night.

Years later, you both were married, and he was a successful business owner. You were in the upper-middle class of the ocean, and you both were talking about starting a family. You were already his housewife, keeping the house clean because you both agreed on it (and because he didn’t want you going anywhere that he didn’t have control over). 

You weren’t about to complain, though, because he had you in the missionary position. It’s a bit basic, but fuck did it feel good. He was desperate; desperate to fill you up, desperate for you to feel pleasure, desperate to push himself to another climax despite the overstimulation. Your legs locked around him as he started releasing ropes of cum inside you, and you had the orgasm of your life.

“I love you, honey~” Your voice was strained after about two hours of moaning. He laid down next to you, and you laid your head on his chest. He started drawing patterns on your back, and he said I love you in return. You leaned up and gave him a kiss on the lips, and then trailed it down his chest… lower and lower, until round 2 was started.

Jade Leech

You were his the day you burst into Azul’s office and demanded that your friends be let go of their contracts. Hardly anybody would have that amount of confidence, and he found himself obsessed. He’s stalking you, he’s making sure his brother knows that you are his territory and his alone. You could always smell that he was there, as he didn’t know about your keen sense of smell. But, you didn’t mind it.

Years later, you both were married, and it was an interesting marriage. Your in-laws absolutely adored you, Floyd tolerated you, and Jade was still as obsessed with you as he was back in your NRC days. In fact, he wanted to give you a reason to stay forever, so he brought up the idea of having kids. You had many siblings back in your home world, which you never found a way back to, so it was understandable that you would want a big family yourself.

So, that’s how you got here, you being folded in half, your legs being pressed to your shoulders as he pounded you into oblivion. For the past 4 hours, you have been in every conceivable position you can think of, and this was going to be your final one. If you wanted a big family, that is exactly what you were going to get.

“Darling, how many kids do you want? Do you have an exact number? Or am I going to fuck you and keep you full of children until you say that you don’t want anymore?” Just the thought of having so many kids made you orgasm. You realized that you wanted to be with this man for the rest of your life, and you wanted to be surrounded by a family that the both of you created, and you were definitely going to enjoy the process to achieve your newfound dream.

Floyd Leech

He claimed you as his also the day you walked into Azul’s office, as no one ever had the courage, bravery, or stupidity to do it. When he went to squeeze you, you wound back enough to headbutt him, making him drop you. From that point on, you had become his new obsession. You were the only one who could beat him in a fight, so it was kind of obvious that this would happen.

As much as you Floyd simps would probably want to be married to him, he’s just not that big on marriage. He’s not that big on commitment in general. However, he knows that he’s committed to you because he wants you to be committed to him. Plus, any thoughts against marriage flew out the window when he saw you stretching and yawning.

Hours later, your neck was covered in bite marks, some a bit bloody, but he just licked it all away as his cock was buried inside your cunt. He had cum inside you about 2 times by now, and your muscles were sore from being contorted into a multitude of different positions. He had a newfound need to make you his little wifey who was stuffed with his kids 24/7.

It wasn’t until there was a bit of a bulge in your stomach from all the cum he had released when he pulled out of you. You were on the verge of unconsciousness, but you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close. His body was warm, the final lull to sleep that you needed. It was a rare but sentimental Floyd, where he watched you, in such a vulnerable state… marriage is the best option to make sure you are his.

Jamil Viper

You were the first thing he could actually call ‘his’. He did not have to give you to Kalim, and he was never going to let that happen. In fact, during his overblot, he made his feelings known to you by keeping you at his side. However, you wanted your Jamil, not the one controlled and bound by the ink. After, in the infirmary, he asked if what you said still rang true, and that was where you had your first kiss.

Skip to years later, and you both were married. He still works for the Al-Asim family, but you couldn’t ask for a better husband. He has told you about his hesitancy towards having children of his own, as they would most likely serve the Al-Asim family as well. You understood, but you still wanted to have children with him. He told you that you could have one child for now, and see where it went from there.

Round 1 started right then and there, in your kitchen. He bent you over the counter, railing you from behind. Before, whenever you both would have sex, he would use protection. This time, though, he went in raw, and it was the first time ever that you both truly felt each other, and damn did it feel euphoric. You couldn’t even think anymore.

Of course, this was not exactly a fitting place if you were going to conceive your first child. So, he picked you up into his arms and carried you to your shared bedroom once you had your first orgasm of the night. There were many more to come (get it?) and you were barely getting started. You will not be able to walk for two days, and you will be walking out with hickies… mostly in between your thighs.

Rook Hunt

When he first discovered you, he immediately started stalking you. However, he wrote you sonnets, limericks, and poetry of other sorts for your eyes and ears. He sang your praises, and to lastly win over your heart, he serenaded you properly, under your window. You told him to wait there, and you ran downstairs and glomped him, making out with him on the ground. If it weren’t for his desire to make your first time special, you would have probably conceived a child right then and there.

However, he did wait until marriage… which was less than a year after you graduated. He had a steady income, and he already had a cottage in the forest in the Shaftlands. He always had a fantasy of a big family in a cottage, being a hunter and having his beloved wife by his side as an equal in the home. He cherished you, making sure that he provided for you in every way you needed. You became a housewife, as you would like to be there to take care of your children.

Speaking of, not a single night has passed since your wedding night where you haven’t fucked like rabbits. Sure, you both were still young, but you had been talking about this since you both were in NRC. You felt like you were ready to take on the challenge of rabbits. So, every night, you were filled with his cum. You were claimed as his, with all the hickies all over your body, with the sinful stretch his cock always seemed to give you… it was heaven in Twisted Wonderland.

It did not come as a surprise that you fell pregnant merely a few weeks after your wedding. The news made your beloved hunter so excited. Now, you could never leave him for your world. You had children that tied you to him. During your pregnancy, he is a devoted lover. He makes sure all your needs are met, and that includes the needs that are in the bedroom.

Malleus Draconia

You were his first friend outside of his retainers. You showed him kindness, and you were not scared of him at all. That alone made his draconic instincts want to kidnap you and keep you all to himself. However, he was able to hold off just a little, and you came to him on your own. The rose you had presented him with remains preserved, even years later, as it is a token of your love for him. He was a bit delulu, but aren’t we all?

It was a big request to ask you to marry him, as you would become the queen of a great nation of mostly fae folk. However, you were up to the challenge, and the people loved you. However, there was great pressure for an heir. Again, you were up to the challenge, but you discussed it with your husband first. You both concluded on a large family, so that the children wouldn’t grow up isolated (and totally not because Malleus wanted to see you round over and over again).

That night, all the staff had been advised to vacate the corridor in which your shared chambers resided, as you were not able to quiet yourself. You went a total of 8 rounds, one of which you were passed out for, but gave him the ‘okay’ to fuck you through that brief nap. Any chance of walking was out of the question. You could barely lift your head, and you had to be tended to by maidservants for a week. Unfortunately, Malleus couldn’t tend to you himself, as being the King meant that he was busy.

The entire realm rejoiced at the news of your pregnancy, and you had the world’s best doctors at your disposal. Everyone was concerned about making sure that the heir survived to take the throne, but they were also a tad worried about them being half-fae and half-human, as it meant that their lifespan would be shorter than a typical fae’s. Neither you nor your husband cared, however, as you were just happy to start a new chapter of your lives together.

Sebek Zigvolt

His pride denied him the pleasure of accepting his feelings for you in the first place, and he instead wrote anonymous poems for you that he would leave at your desk. You had no idea who it could be, so when someone claimed it was them, Sebek shouted that it was he who wrote the poems and not the plagiarist. He looked like he was about to fight the poor unfortunate soul, but you placed a kiss on his cheek, telling him that you accepted his feelings and not the other person’s.

About the topic of marriage… he would prioritize being a knight first. However, when he sees a time in his career, he will definitely get married to you. He enjoyed that he was in Briar Valley often and he just needed to train new recruits, and he would return home to you cooking dinner. As for children, the topic would blurt out of his mouth as you voiced your sadness about being lonely. You loved the idea, and as irresponsible as it was, the way you looked at him with newfound dreams in your eyes, he carried you to the bedroom and started right away.

You had discovered that Sebek had a hidden breeding kink, and he loved seeing your face as he came inside you over and over. The husband you thought you knew was giving into the primal instincts deep within him, and you were loving it. His fangs had made their mark all over your neck and shoulders, claiming you despite the ring on your finger showing you were taken.

The Zigvolt family, as well as Lilia, Silver, and King Malleus, were all excited when you announced your pregnancy. However, only the two of you would know what sinful things took place for this to happen. Know that this is not your only child, even if you don’t actually have another one. He wants at least two, and he is willing to adopt.

[phoenix-king-ozai]

The most surprising thing about the comics is that Ozai didn't just kill Ursa after Azulon died. Seriously they don't like each other and it surprises Ozai didn't just toss Ursa under the bus to try and make his accession look legit and framing her as the sole culprit to kill two birds with one stone. He already has heirs, Ursa is legit useless to him at this point.

It makes me feel they had no idea what to do with her character so they made up a new backstory. It surprises they didn't go the easy route of Ozai simply killing her after Azulon died to try and cover himself.

Obviously, the comic writers Yang and Co didn’t want Ursa to be killed because they wanted her to have her “happy ending”with their OC character called Ikea excuse me Ikem. Despite having to abandon her children and lose her original face and memories. It would had been better if Ursa hid at Ba Sing Se or Yu Dao a Fire Nation Colony instead of Hira’a her home village that Ozai would be able to assassinate her easily from.

Ursa should have been hunted by Yuyan Archer or Combustion Man due to her being an assassin and knowing the true nature of Fire Lord Azulon’s death of a rather successful assassination by posion. Which was also stupid writing wise given Firebenders strong resistance to posion even in old age as shown by Iroh and the White Jade Tea.

However, Azulon’s death was much more believable due to his immensely old age whereas Ursa being a woman in the prime years of her life would not be. Many of the daimyo lords of the prefectures of the Fire Nation would be EXTREMELY skeptical of Ursa’s death given that she is not a warrior.

Honestly, the biggest and stupidest mistake on the writers part was Ikem surviving after confronting Fire Lord Azulon’s carriage to take Ursa back. Azulon or Ozai’s soliders should had executed this peasant commoner for daring to threaten the Fire Nation Royal Family at all. What gall and arrogance! Nor should Ozai given into Ursa desire to spare his life. Ozai doesn’t know or care about Ursa at all! She is just a eugenics experiment for the Fire Sage and his father the Fire Lord. In fact Ozai should have burned Ikem to ashes for daring to point his wooden sword at his father and Fire Lord.

Obviously, the comic writers took the stereotypical route of making Ursa a victim of a forced arranged marriage where Ursa is kept from her true love by an evil domineering abusive man. 🙄😒 Despite, the ATLA creators stating that Ozai and Ursa had a good relationship earlier during their marriage.

[tinyletterz]

♡ winter wonderland— [ twst ]

: winter prompts with the twst students :

♡— contains: gn! reader, fluff!!

— [ note: WHY DID THIS TAKE SO LONG??? AND you guys are acutely enjoying my works?! what thank you sm for 75 followers! as always, ortho is platonic, the rest can either be seen as romantic/platonic ]

heartslabyul

— riddle takes you ice skating. he skates like a professional; it’s something he enjoyed when he was younger. if you don’t know how to skate he’s going to teach you, helping you whenever you slide and fall. after skating he’s going to bring you to a cafe and bask in the warmth

— trey is rather busy during the holidays, helping his family's bakery in the winter months. he's always thankful for your help in the kitchen, delivering orders to customers, or just keeping his siblings busy.

— cater wants nothing more than to sit in front of a fire with you. listening to the quiet cracking of fire and your voices filling the room just adds to the calming atmosphere. he would take a picture if he didn’t feel so comfortable with not moving, but maybe this is a memory to keep in his mind

— ace started a snowball fight with you. it turns out he’s very strategic in his plays and doesn’t just throw blindly. forts we’re built, words were said, and only one will remain victorious. despite his plans, he’s too easily caught off guard and you take the final blow

— deuce also takes you ice skating except he has no idea how. the entire time you guys are holding hands, trying to keep deuce from losing his balance. and if you can't skate either? oh boy what a ride the two of you will go on. and if there are little kids who can skate better?? they will make it their life goal to teach deuce to skate

savanaclaw

— leona drags you along with him to take care of cheka. his nephew wants to go to all different shops and restaurants, but his parents were too busy. now, because leona has to suffer, you do to. but cheka's so much fun to be around, playing with the other children in the snow, buying warm cookies from the cafe for you and leona to share. all of you are bundled up warmly you don't even feel the chilly wind pass by.

— ruggie invites you to charity events to help people in need. he knows how it feels, so he wants to give extra blankets and food his grandmother made for the people. your extra hands and conversation make the moment more meaningful

— jack brings you sledding. he is a trained veteran in the art of sledding so you’ll be perfectly safe. the moment is breathtaking as you slide down the mountain with the snow flying past. no jack’s tail isn’t wagging from happiness, it’s just really cold okay?

octavinelle

— azul is going to master the art of making hot chocolate with you. he's still new to dwelling on the surface, so there are plenty of things he's not used to. piling marshmallows on top of marshmallows, adding hints of vanilla and mint, finishing the warm drink with whipped cream. he truly enjoys seeing what concoction you brew up together.

— jade will bring you along to go hiking the snow-covered mountains. there’s so much wildlife that only blossoms when the frost arrives. of course he knows it’s cold, so he encourages you to bring layers onto of layers. while taking moments to stop he brings warm drinks and takes in the scenery with you

— floyd bought matching sweaters for both of you. they’re probably ugly sweaters too, but he thought they would look so good on you and him! he will follow you around until you wear the sweater and show you off to jade and azul

scarabia

— kalim will pull you outside with him to enjoy the early snow. as soon as he spots the first snowflake on campus he's already ready to enjoy the wintry scene with you. making snow angels, building snowmen, just simply enjoying the winter weather with you.

— jamil teaches you how to make traditional food from his culture even though he's sick. the cold got to him too quickly and despite your protest, he refuses to sit around sick and let you cook by yourself. it turns out to be a fun experience, even if you almost make a mess of the kitchen while telling jamil to get some rest.

pomefiore

— vil loves window shopping you with. seeing all the shops decorated with holiday decor, the flashing lights, the fresh smell of ginger in the air. he enjoys watching your expression when you see something displayed in the shop that caught your eye. and even though you're "not supposed" to buy something you see in the window, expect vil to purchase it for you.

— rook wants to enjoy the scenery with you by his side. it’s only once a year that the world really comes together to help those in need, the snow falling ever so gently, and the flowers that bloom when the ground is covered in snow. such beauty, how marvelous! and he gets to enjoy the scenery with you by his side

— epel visits winter markets with you. he used to go to them with his grandparents when he was little, so he wants to bring you with him. the handcrafted jewelry, freshly baked goods, and live music for entertainment. he wants you to enjoy yourself, while showing you the places he went while growing up

ignihyde

— idia thinks this is the perfect time to binge an entire season with you. it's way too cold outside and what better than to spend the time to do something meaningful? he has snacks laying about his room so you never have to leave, the temperature is just right, all that is needed is you to say yes to his invitation

— ortho builds gingerbread houses with you. he’s interested in the architecture and creating little gingerbread people to fit inside the house. he loves decorating and playing festive music to fill the rare times of silence. 10/10 best experience and ortho would love to do it again sometime with you!!

diasomnia

— malleus is another one who just wants to roam the streets with their lights. he'll mostly take you with him at night to enjoy the lights when they are brightest. he is like a child and wants to drag you to see all the light and their designs

— lilia can and will fight you with candy canes. it is a battle to the death and he is determined to win. he's going to poke you with the point he creates with the cane and it will be a duel to the death. hopefully, you are prepared.

— silver wants to take this time to learn to knit. if he’s going to be asleep for most of the time he would at least want to have something comfortable with him. he’ll come to you and ask if what he’s making is comfortable, he’ll come to you for color and pattern designs. don’t be surprised if you find him asleep in the middle of knitting because it’s just very comfortable

— sebek needs your help with baking. he wants to create something for the entire dorm so he goes to you, the most tolerable human. and despite his loud voice and the occasional bantering, sebek enjoys himself when spending time with you

[haru-natsuka]

Naive (Kalim Al Asim x Wife Reader)

Genre: Romance

You get married to Kalim as you fell in love with the naiveness you had witnessed since your school year. You never thought much except being very enthusiastic when he proposed to you. Despite that, you never expected the characteristic of him that you loved almost made you go insane...

'How dare he! How dare he! That cute little angel might be a demon'

The loud enjoyable laughters that echoed from the living room was a spiteful sound to your ears particularly when you heard your husband's voice. You wanted to respect your husband's time with his guests as per the tradition of Asim's family but you simply could not bear any more letting him entertain his guests, especially if one of them had to be a woman.

Everyone in Scalding Sand familiar with the head man from the Asim lineage would have a lot of wives to secure their heir so their wealth could be passed down from generation to generation. As the news of Kalim now being announced as the heir of the wealthy Asim, many women were after him more like threw themselves on him so they could get into the family and you being his first wife vigorously opposed this.

When he first proposed to you, you did lay a lot of conditions before you agreed to accept it and one of them was for him to only vow married to you in exchange, you beared his children. Not so bad right? Right now, you had more rights to be possessive over your husband, if he was only not that dense. It was very nice for you to marry such a kind man and yet you came with greater disadvantages.

A wife should respect her husband when he was having a party with his guest but let screw the rule as you had bear this for quite some time. With utmost confidence, you stepped into the living room. Your firm presence was enough to make everyone focus on you upon your entrance and yet your eyes were fixed on your husband and the unpleasant woman beside him. This guest was the same as others, all they desired was to set their daughters with Kalim.

"I, welcomed the guests to Asim's residence. Your ride must be exhausting as all of you did enjoy the night feast very much." You spoke the words as politely and welcoming as possible to hide your enmity over them.

"My dear! I'm happy that you come! Come and join us too."

"I'm more than pleased to" You joined the feast for the night by replacing the woman who was sitting beside Kalim before. What was the right she think she was doing there?! Although, within your mind, you could not wait for it to end so you could have a splendid nice talk with your husband.

"Why are you so mad? If I have done something wrong, please tell me, hmmm?.." After the meeting ended, you had not spoken a word with Kalim except for whenever he asked you a question, you would reply with just short answer. However, you need to speak because Kalim being Kalim, he would take a long time to figure it out and you had chosen to married this kind of man at your own free will.

"You treat that lady with so much care don't you"

"Of course! She is a part of our guest. I need to make her feel nice-" as he noticed the scowl on your face, his voice became more timid as he sensed he words were unpleasant to you -that's not what you wanted to hear, right wifey?"

"That wom-lady was trying to seduce you with her body. How dare she! in front of someone else husband!"

"Is that why you wear such a revealing dress too? To seduce me?" You wear cloth which shows your waist which you usually would avoid wearing. Why it sounds so sinful when your own husband said it?

"I need to seduce you with all my might after all"

"Aha ha ha ha, I love you so much, wifey. You would be the only one entitled to be my wife. I promise you that didn't I and I-"

"-you never break your promise, right hubby? I still remember how your humanity win against Jade's unique spell."

"Jade unique spell?"

"Nah. It's from the past."

"Okay, then we should continue"

"Con-continue wh-what"

"You already wear something revealing. It would be a waste if we don't take further steps, isn't it? You should not left me hanging because I'm pretty seduced by you"

"De- Ka-Kalim wait-"

"I'm jealous too as others were ogling through your body early. They should know you are mine and I'm yours too. I'll announce it to everyone so they should never disturb us"

Help! Your husband is not that naive anymore.

I'm really curious on Kalim's personality as an adult. Can't wait to see his character development.

[flower1622]

What do you ship?

Anti. Percabeth.

Skip. It.

"Percy can't date Nico because of their ages."

Sorry, but does someone know that ship a character with another is not always about a minor? Look, we all know Percy is older than Nico. So, some people like the two together as matured adults that are still discovering themselves or already know what they want. People grow up and change. Some mature, others not. Life is like this. How many couples exist in real life with big differences of ages, but both are adults and can stay with any adult they want?

"Percy can't date Clarisse. She is a bully."

Again, just because someone ships a bully with another character, it doesn't mean that it's about bullying. If people don't like bullying or any kind of bad behavior, they should take another look at their favourite ships too. As i was saying... some people like perclarisse because both seem to be a very interesting ship with the two as matured adults. Like i said, anyone can change, even the brute ones. Take for example: Jade and Beck from Victorious or Saddie from Icarly. If you are the person that judges others for liking Perclarisse and likes these last couples that i mentioned, also including the biggest ship from PJO, i would suggest you to rethink about your options too.

"Percy can't date any god/goddess."

Again. As long as Percy is a matured adult, he could be in a relationship with anyone he wants...because if you judge others for liking a relationship with a god/goddess, you would hate Poseidon and Sally since he has many years than her or you also wouldn't like any vampire movie or maybe hate even Solangelo...since Nico would be much older than Will, right? Please, correct me if i'm wrong.

"But, Percy doesn't like things related to the gods."

And? If he dates a god/goddess, it won't make him any less human. Percy has his family and Rachel to remind him of his human part. He doesn't need a god/goddess for this. Both could balance each other. Percy would learn more about the gods and he would also teach his partner about the human world, making the god/goddess feel a connection/compassion to the mortals.

"Percy can't date Rachel because she is an oracle."

I don't know much about oracles. Is there something prohibiting them from being together? To give a kiss? To have dates together? To walk through the camp? To watch the sunset or the starts together? To hold hands? To sit at the same table together? To talk with each other? To see one another?

I saw someone commenting about Rachel not being able to have that thing with Percy. I only think: And? Can't they adopt? Can't they treat the young campers as if they were their children? Wouldn't the happiness of their love be enough? Wouldn't the partner be enough already? Wouldn't Elle be enough who Percy had to take care of? Isn't there a way to break this curse or oracle thing? Can't they wait until Rachel is completely normal again without the oracle thing?

"Percy can't date Rachel because she's a human."

Annabeth, is that you? Please, guys. Saying that Rachel is only a human is no excuse at all. In fact, i think it could have a positive effect on Percy since he likes to be normal. What better way to feel normal than stay with someone that is NORMAL? These two could balance each other, you know? Like with the god thing, Perachel could teach each other about their sides. Rachel could show Percy that he doesn't need to be a hero all the time, you know? The best example of this ship is Giselle and Robert. A princess, that came from a fairytale, who lived many adventures and the normal guy who doesn't really believe in fairytales and has a boring life in the real world. He learns to have more fun and she learns how to live in the real world. Oh, i also would like to remind that Annabeth is kinda also a human? Without any power, any girl in real life can be Annabeth. In our world, we have beautiful and pretty smart girls, alright?

"But, Annabeth sees the monsters and is a fighter."

Rachel also can see the monsters, if i'm not mistaken. Rachel is not a fighter because she isn't a demigod. She wasn't trained her whole life like Annabeth was. Anyone can be Annabeth, but no one can have the visions that Rachel has. Rachel may not know how to fight like Annabeth, but she fights with what she has. Hero is not the person who is strong, but someone that has good morals and does everything thinking about others first. Rachel may not be a fighter, intelligent or have powers like others, but she has her strong spirit. Just because Rachel is not a demigod, it doesn't make her a loser. Rachel is also a heroine, but on her own way. She threw a hairbrush at Kronos, right? I guess only few humans (even demigods) have the same courage that Rachel has. 🤔😅

I wrote my opinions about what other people think when it's something related to Percy and his ships. I just don't like when someone says these kind of things or insinuate them when the same person also ships something bad or worse.

[thehollowwriter]

🫶😑 and 🧸 for the octoquartet?

Thank you, Lilian!

🫶: Who ended up falling first? Which of them actually realized that they’d fallen in love first?

Okay, so Azul and the tweels were already dating before they began dating Finn. For that, the tweels both fell for Azul first, but Azul realised he was in love with them first (in his odd Azul way).

When Finn came around, Floyd fell first, then the other two shortly after. Finn... he greatly admired Azul before their boot camp/coming to NRC. You could say he had a little puppy crush on him before it began blossoming into love. Falling for the tweels as well took him by surprise. He realised he was in love first out of the four of them.

😑: How easily do they get jealous, and how do they handle it?

Finn doesn't get jealous easily, mostly because he cares so little for most others fjfudkddkkd. He kinda just ignores the feeling, or goes to one of his partners and stays by them for awhile. The person he's jealous of could never be in such close quarters with them, after all.

Azul... he does get jealous pretty easily. It's those insecurities, still buried deep down, that claw it's way to the surface when he sees somebody else getting too cozy with one of his boyfriends. Even if it's one of their partners, and that's when it's incredibly difficult to deal with.

Azul just works and hopes it goes away or makes snarky comments at whoever he's jealous of, smirking at them as he does so. He reminds himself of his own achievements, of how he's smarter, more powerful, and more attractive. He's not that snivelling child anymore. He has no need for petty things like jealousy! (He goes out on more dates, too, lol)

Floyd, funnily enough, doesn't really get jealous at all? Clingy, yes, but not jealous. He doesn't bother with it. Besides, he knows none of his bfs would just abandon him.

Jade is the middle ground between Azul and Finn. He gets jealous of the others don't spend as much time with him as usual, or if they show more interest in someone else's things than his own. He gets petty, and for a guy with a deep voice, he sure can whine. "Oh darling... I've been feeling so lonely. You won't go study with X, would you?" He demands more quality time and probably finds some way of messing with who's causing his jealousy.

🧸: Would they want to have kids together? If so, what are their kid(s) like? How are they as parents?

It is a decision they would all have to agree on together, of course, but possibly! They would still be perfectly happy childless, and they don't see as something that "must" happen in the future. It's more of an option worth considering.

They don't care if their possible children are adopted or biological, so even if these kinds don't have magic or their (well, Finn and Azul's tbh) level of power, they will be such clever, mischevious little bastards. They would be adept at getting the maximum benefit from any situation as well as turning people on their heads. And if you have a problem? Please do take it up with their dads, I'm sure they would love to hear what you have to complain about.

I think the octoquartet would be very... interesting parents. They probably spoil their kids, but not too badly. They're not all that strict, apart from Azul, I suppose, and their main focus is ensuring their little one(s) is happy, healthy, and successful in whatever they want to do. Chaos reigns forever in that household, and I think they would be happy to make deals with their children lol. (For example, I'll show you how to make a potion if you xyz)

Sorry this was super long fjfkgk

Tagging: @elenauaurs @distant-velleity @krenenbaker @the-banana-0verlord @kitwasnothere @boopshoops @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @jovieinramshackle @krenenbaker @theleechyskrunkly

[cdyssey]

The Fall of the House of Usher (1.01 Reactions)

Starting this show because everything I’ve seen about Tamerlane Usher specifically convinced me that there was a new overworked cringefail girlflop out there for me to adopt like a feral, little kitten.

“If pain and suffering were like the kiss of Jesus, then he kissed the loving fuck out of my mother.” AKWJEJEJW

OH, the actor who plays teen Madeline was young Shirley in HOHH.

These poor kids are burying their mother in a wooden box. 😭 Also, Bruce Greenwood’s voice is so stately and complicated, churching and churning like gravel. His voiceover as he recites “For Annie” is perfect.

Lol, it’s not a Poe story if someone wasn’t buried alive.

The shadow of Eliza moving in the background behind Dupin aughdnehshs. The way the dialogue makes you pay attention to what’s behind him so you can’t miss that ghost.

“That day was the last day we were all in the same place.”

And then the text flashing two weeks later is effective too. Six people dead within two weeks.

I’m sorry. I can’t take madeline’s bangs seriously. QKQKWMDNWN what. why

obsessed with how hot all of the usher children are. I’m sure they’re all human cesspools and everything, but they’re sure serving cunt in the courtroom

really appreciate the gravitas carl lumbly is bringing to auggie—whether it’s his righteous rage in the trial or his various reactions to Roderick in the living room. In the latter especially, he gets to embody so many complicated emotions: his disgust at roderick, his horror at what happened to the usher family, his reluctant curiosity as roderick goes on and on…

“I don’t think it can be true. If it is true, it’s Perry.” AQokqqkoqsk. Henry Thomas is wonderful.

Oh, god yeah. Tamerlane Usher is gonna do it for me. Love when women are ambitious and horrible and definitely have intergenerational trauma that they repress under a paper thin veneer of being put together: “I don’t give a shit about the world. I care about what my dad thinks.”

“Fuck Blippi.”

T’Nia Miller. Audhehwngnrnwjjwjejw.

“We just have to keep it away from Perry or it’ll end up in some co-ed’s drink.” ALL of the siblings have bagged on Perry so far. This line is so eurgh, though. Says a lot about who Perry is before we meet him in earnest.

Usher being so casually queer is wonderful.

the sibling introductions are doing a nice job of shading their definitely fatal flaws, lol.

PLUTO!! love a good black cat

“Hannity knows which side his dick is buttered on. He’ll be friendly.” GOD WKWNENSNSKN

“I want you to start with Perry obviously, but I don’t think he’s clever enough to keep it off TikTok.” AAfjwkwoama

Kate Siegel can murder me. Love the white hair.

The difference between present day Madeline and Roderick and their teenage counterparts is stark. They were jaded, yes, but they weren’t cold and callous, neglectful and disdaining.

“Freddie, marrying this woman might be the one thing you didn’t fuck up.” MAN WOQMWNWNDJJSNSSKA

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Freddie.”

Love the whole toxic family being together. <3

“Neutralized. Like dead.” WLQLQLQLQKDJNDNS. GOD

“I’ll have to sue the bloody puddle of gore in the designer shoes.” slay

“To the rest of you, happy hunting.” Fascinating and horrifying. The way the Ushers are so insular—they’re expected to defend the family, the company, with their lives, but Roderick also sees no problem with turning them against each other. Before they’re ever killed, they’re already cannibalizing themselves.

Roderick claims responsibility for all of the children’s deaths.

Carla Gugino is so hot aufhwikqlwkwkakwkw.

good on usher for playing with the incestuous vibes of the original story with Maddie and Rod. Fun and fucked up.

Madeline wearing sunglasses to the funeral is soooo Alqkqkwsmakma.

OH THE GHOSTS OF ALL SIX. SO FUCKED UP. AUOUGHDNDJS. AND THE LINE BEINg, “… the sweeping precipitancy of a fall from such a height.” YEAH

Lenore reaching out to place a hand on Roderick. 😭 also, bruce is so good in this. His agony as he looks upon all those condemning bodies and wounds is chilling

THAT FUCKING JESTER JUMPSCARE WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK. GOD

yeah okay. I’m into this show QKQMQKQKKSN

[devilbeez]

Headcanon collection #13

Twst boys + staff with kids

Would have kids:

Riddle (I like to think his mom taught him he HAVE to have kids cause legacy and other r/arethestraightok thing and stuff but now he just wanna take care of someone and it just make him happy to raise new life into the world better than his mother did)

Trey (obvious choice)

Cater (he have kids for the magicam /j/j)

Deuce (he want to be like his mom and raise a child with love and support)

Jack (not necessarily want kids but if his lover ask he’d be more than happy to)

Floyd (what can I say I like the headcanon that he’s good with kids)

Kalim (I feel like his family request for this and he’s definitely one of those that was never ready to be a dad then as soon as the kid come he shape up and realize “oh shit I can’t depend on Jamil and everyone else anymore I have to take care of a child—“)

Rook (pray for his kid’s friends man this child not gonna come out normal)

Lilia (already have one)

silver (following his dad footsteps plus he want Lilia to get to hold his grandchildren)

Malleus (need heir for the throne and he would be more than happy to take care of someone and make sure they don’t feel the same loneliness he felt)

Would not have kid but is happily married

Ace (he can barely survive with just him he doesn’t think he’s ready to be a dad)

Leona (hate children but if he ever got kid i guarantee you the kid gonna be the most daddy boy/girl you’ll ever see cause how much this mf spoiled them)

Azul (business first what can I say)

Jade (also business first and he want to be the fun uncle)

Vil (this man want his career to be first and he never like the mindset that a complete family is one with 2 parents and a child)

Epel (man want to focus on his family business, he never thought of kids)

Sebek (he left room for lord and savior Wakasama, literally he prioritize protecting malleus and his family he doesn’t have time to start his own)

Would not have kids and is happily single

Ruggie (man is the fresh out of jail uncle and he love it that way)

Jamil (man want to live his freed life the the fullest, he might date but he don’t wanna be tie, if anything he’d just eloped and just live with the person with no marriage)

Idia (I mean come on— and if the family want a heir I will guarantee you he will literally build one—)

Ortho (he’s a child and a robot—)

Bonus: the staff

Crowley, would have kids already have kids worst dad ever in term of responsibility best dad ever in term of fun

Crewel, wouldn’t have kid but would be happily married, man have his dogs he’s set

Trein, already had kid and already married

Vargas, depressed and single I’m sorry sweetie—

Sam, happily single and crotch goblin free, man is being the fresh out of jail uncle along with Ruggie and living his best life

Bonus bonus:

the uncle that spoiled their friend’s kids, nieces and nephews: Azul, Jade, Vil, Idia, Ortho, Crewel, Sam, Cater, Kalim, Lilia

Bonus bonus bonus: Dads who show off their kids:

Riddle but the kids will never NEVER find out

If Leona have a kid somehow he will show them off only because they’re a little shit

Azul just to capitalize off it. “Aww look aren’t they cute, golly I hope our business able to make enough money to send them to good school 😔😔”

Lilia, full on circle of life simba up in the air style

Malleus, only because how much the kid look like his lover and how cute the kid is

all the staff would also do it too but it would be secretly in like "my child is the best fuck you" way with each other

[twilightknight17]

Last night on P3R: middle-school SEES, struggling with my social calendar, the Abyss of Time, questionable movie choices, and oh god we finished Sunset and now I’m hitting sad stuff in everything else I’m playing/watching too.

I’m still in Tartarus from last time, so I can knock out a few more floors before we go home. I’ve been introduced to a new thing, though, and it’s a Big Hand!

I kind of love how goofy the hands are. They do a little dance and sometimes it syncs up with the music. ^_^

After that, it’s time for the next gatekeeper floor! And it’s--

...oh. Oh god. Is this it? I’m not ready for this. I’ve got Mitsuru with me, but oh man. Not the Table.

……

...false alarm. This is a Terminal Table, not a Crying Table. We’re safe for a little longer.

That wasn’t so bad.

Also, I got a weapon for Shinji as a quest reward, and it’s a crossing sign from in front of a school. It’s so silly.

I rolled through the next set of floors pretty quick, but I don’t think anyone’s quite prepared to take on another gatekeeper. Everyone is pretty drained in terms of SP. So we’re gonna head home for the night, and go learn some more nonsense from school tomorrow.

...all right, actually an acceptable discussion related to the book we’re reading. But hey, sometimes your soulmate can be your rival! Seven years from now, two rival soulmates are gonna be climbing through a cognitive space station!

This is not a fair discussion when Minato’s soulmate still isn’t here for another month and a half.

Anyway, Mitsuru is very worried about Shinji. He wants to extend his leave of absence from school again even though he’s come back to the dorm. So I guess he’s been absent for two years now? She really wants him to re-enroll, though. She, Akihiko, and Shinji were the only three members of SEES originally, back when the three of them were in middle school.

Apparently they could barely handle the first floor of the tower, which… They were children, so I’m not surprised. No adult supervision, either, and Mitsuru only had minor navi powers. I’m surprised none of them got killed. At least Ken has all of us who’ve already learned to fight to keep him safe.

They promised that they’d all graduate high school together, which explains why Mitsuru is so invested. She clearly cares about both of them a lot.

You can hand over the extension form here, but there’s also the option to hold onto them and go find Shinji to talk again. So… I guess you can literally just end the events there if you choose to not take the form back and go pry.

...there’s nothing we can do?

And any miracles I can make will come too late. If only my sister was here… It’s just a cruel twist of fate that which twin survives the car accident determines whether Shinji can live ten years later.

He says he’s happy to spend time with me, though.

This isn’t fair, you can’t hit me like this after the fic Jade and I finished and the end of MGS4 and the fic my other friend is writing AND--

God. And he doesn’t want to tell anyone.

At least Junpei is happy. He really, really likes Chidori. But he’s willing to go at her pace on everything.

Good for you, my guy.

Let’s go upstairs and check on Ken. He’s banging something around in his room, so probably good to make sure that he hasn’t dropped a box on his head or something.

He’s fine, but he does ask me to come in, because he wants to ask for a favor. Turns out, he’s got a pet hamster!

...you’re gonna be fine, Ken. But okay. What’s the little guy’s name?

……amazing. Yes, I will take care of Hamburger, but I’m also not gonna let anything happen to you. Everyone here is going to take care of you. You’ve noticed, right?

Because you’re the youngest and you’re our collective baby brother/kid. No one wants you to get hurt, and it’s unnerving how you talk like you don’t matter, and like you’re not planning to make it through all this alive.

Maybe school will be less depressing. It’s a good day to go to art club. Apparently Keisuke’s dad is very enthusiastic about him studying art abroad! And he says he’s going to go! But then he immediately says he’s not excited about it, so… Keisuke, seriously. What do you want to do?

Ah, well, I’m sure he’ll figure it out.

And then a box falls on Minato’s head, and everything goes dark.

Keisuke gets Mina to the nurse’s office, and after he wakes up, checks him over. Apparently Minato has dodged a concussion. He blames himself, because apparently he’s the one who put the box on the shelf. He’s not used to cleaning, because the maid does all of that at home.

Right. Sure. Careless at cleaning because of the maid. Cool.

He really seems to like the idea of being a doctor, and he’s afraid that if he goes to become an artist, that’s it, he can never be a doctor.

So… sounds like you made a decision, dude.

Keisuke. What. Do. You. Want. For fuck’s sake.

Anyway. So people have been talking about the culture festival all week. There’s gonna be a haunted house. There’s gonna be fried food. The archery club was gonna do a maid cafe, which I know because Yukari was so mad she was gonna have to wear a maid dress.

But, a typhoon is rolling in, so the festival is canceled, and isn’t gonna be rescheduled despite Mitsuru’s efforts. And after school on Friday, we head straight home, because the wind is starting to really kick up.

But… there’s still one person wandering around Port Island Station.

He’s not worried about the oncoming storm. He wants to talk, specifically about Chidori. He asked if she was okay. If we were taking care of her. If she was being a problem.

...no, you dumb asshole.

He also wants to bitch at me again about how we want to stop the Dark Hour.

Apathy? Maybe if you’d caught me six months ago. I have people I like now, and a reason to care. Meanwhile, you’re sitting there talking about how I don’t understand the ‘true value’ of my powers. What value is that? Wandering around at midnight killing people, like you do?

Minato is drenched by the time we get back to the dorm, because the downpour has kicked in and the typhoon has properly arrived. Everyone is a little cranky about missing the festival (except Yukari), and Minato’s got chills and fatigue from getting soaked, so he opts to go to bed early because he’s not feeling well.

…uh. Hi? Is the elevator about to crash?

Igor says that he hasn’t called me in my dreams in a while, and wants to open up some more special fusions for me to do. Which is great and all, but like… I am trying to sleep because I am sick. Can we do this any other time?

I see. Well, that’s… vague? Are you talking about like… the other Full Moon Shadows? The Clockwork God? Do you know what’s about to happen and won’t tell me? Although I guess you can’t help it, considering who made you.

Even if he wasn’t always like that.

Well, let’s get a good night’s sleep and see how we feel in the morni--

Minato. Mina. Darling. It’s MONDAY. You slept for TWO DAYS?

So, according to Q, Minato was feeling well enough that the team went to Tartarus last night. And Igor left the Velvet Room at some point, making it unstable enough to crash the elevator into the Abyss of Time. Apparently it’s not just the Abyss that no one remembers. They don’t seem to remember the instigating trip to Tartarus either.

Weird. But understandable I guess.

Anyway I missed two days of possibly playing my MMO all day. You could have at least showed me my teammates checking on me!

I guess I’ll spend my vacation hanging out with Shinji. Senpaiiii, teach me to cook!

...senpai is mean. XD

But apparently I’m a menace in the kitchen, so maybe I deserve it.

Let’s go to the movies, too!

Yes, we’re seeing this. It’s a movie about cute animals!

…….oh fuck me this is Watership Down isn’t it

Shinjiro-senpai I’m so sorry.

He sounds like he’s about to cry. X’’’’D

I thought it was a nice movie!!!!

Well, now someone has wandered into Tartarus again, so let’s head back, and check in with the Velvet Room about those new fusions. I’m not a high enough level for them yet, but it can’t hurt to look.

...why does it get its own fire attack. Why does it inflict charm.

WHY IS ITS LEVEL UP ITEM ITS HEAD. WHAT HEAD.

God.

After buying everyone new weapons and fusing some more personas, we’re probably going to be in Tartarus for a while. Because, well…

I’m broke.

So next time, yeah, we’re gonna save people, but also, time to look for so much money.

[dailyblogddc]

Blog #2

The Toddler's Way

“Children are like wet cement: whatever falls on them makes an impression.” ~Haim Ginott

Meet the very hyper and delightful 2-year-old Theo Jade P., the center of her mama's world. He is the first child of Rigen Joyce R., a college mom who learned to juggle being a full-time mother and attending school and "wouldn't trade it for anything." She believed that time flies, and life keeps moving forward. Her experience with raising a child and the difficulties that came with it completely changed her perspective of motherhood. She realized that behind infants that are full of wonder and potential for development, are strong and resilient mothers. However, the path of love, learning, and never-ending adaptation is not without difficulty.

The biggest obstacle she discovered, both for herself and other mothers, is the continuous sense of being stretched too thin. Motherhood, studying, and even personal time can be difficult to balance at times. It can be difficult for her to say "no" at times and to constantly prioritize since she wants to do everything for her child. Another major one is sleep deprivation, but she stated it comes with the job. Luckily for her, her mother and siblings occasionally help her with her child, allowing her to, from time to time, snag some precious "me time". She tries to unwind by doing the things she takes pleasure in whenever she has free time, whether it's hanging out with her friends, idly browsing social media, or even just taking a long bath. Indeed, a little amount of quiet time does make quite a huge difference. 

However, she cherished the pure, unadulterated happiness of seeing his little child discover and grow. We observed that he makes a lot of funny noises, particularly when they are spending quality time together. He also surely loves to cuddle, and nothing pleases her mother more than to hug him close and feel his smooth skin against hers.

Naturally, if she has the time, she always takes care of the baby around-the-clock as part of their everyday routine. She also noted that she's attempting to follow the pretty consistent regimen that most moms she knows follow, which mostly consists of eating, changing diapers, playing, and napping. She also noticed that mothers consistently clean, whether it is their children or the house. Who wouldn’t want a clean surrounding for the family, right?

Theo's mother brought up the time when he was just beginning to crawl and how it was very hilarious to watch him get so excited about it. He also enjoys grabbing at anything that comes in his path and within his reach. But instead of children’s toys, he would rather play with kitchenware, which is both charming and a little chaotic—a never-ending adventure!

Theo also enjoys mimicking the sounds and expressions made by his mother. She noted that he makes an effort to copy the way she claps her hands and silly noises, which always makes her grin. It is both fascinating and endearing that we can already glimpse a bit her personality shining through him. She went on to say that it is like seeing a tiny reflection of herself come into being.

When it also comes to disciplining the child, Theo’s mother had learned to approach discipline with patience and understanding when her baby acts up. She will try to redirect his focus to something else or calmly explain why certain behaviors are not allowed. In the end, it all comes down to lovingly and consistently establishing limits to support his positive learning and development. She also believed that positive reinforcement works, she gives her baby plenty of hugs, kisses, and sometimes even treats, like his favorite snack, when he does something well. On the other hand, instead of punishing him when he does something wrong, she tries to teach him the proper conduct and redirect him. It all comes down to supporting his good deeds and providing him with kind and loving guidance.

Being compassionate and empathic is a lesson she always tries to teach him. She feels that he has to be taught how to be sensitive and kind toward other people. She hopes that he will foster these qualities in him from an early age, whether it's sharing his toys with other toddlers or offering comfort to someone who is upset.

With that, she wants to end by encouraging all mothers with toddlers to cherish every moment, even the difficult ones, as they go by so quickly and they grow up so fast. Embrace the chaos, the laughter, and the endless energy they inject into your existence. Take time to appreciate their little victories and milestones, and remember to take care of yourself too, so that you can be the greatest mother you can be for them.

[devintrinidad]

Episode four here we go:

Right away, I think this is the best opening of season four. I have always had a soft spot for the Hargreeves as their young child selves. It was something that I wished we had more screentime of back in season one and season two. (Like, all the past flashbacks are my favorites). That said, this was pretty good and I love how they solidified that Ben and Viktor were somewhat close in the past, at least close enough that Viktor could be in Ben's room and try on his mask.

I'm not sure if they totally retconned Ben's meek/nice self or maybe he became jaded when he was in late teen years and became "wholesome" again when we see him again at the start of Season One. I mean, I can give his snarkiness a pass since he is a teen and maybe being dead changed his personality a bit. Or maybe Klaus' ghost powers somewhat influenced Ben???? I'm not sure, but hey, I'm just speculating.

Anyway, I talked about how yesterday that there was another creative umbrella opening and today was so good! I loved how Ben and Jennifer together formed the umbrella. I also liked how the clothes mirrored each other like a yin/yang symbol! That's so cool! Kind of like how durango and marigold are opposites of each other???

Another thing that I like to mention, I love the interactions among the children. Luther taking point, Diego eager to prove himself, Allison trying to help Klaus, Klaus being Klaus, it's all great.

Wish we could have seen more from the child actors and I'm happy that they got someone great for Ben. I have no idea if these are the original child actors from season one, but if they are, that's awesome.

As for the rest of the plot... I'm still iffy on Reginald's wife. Why is she??? Like tht??? She's too good to be true. It's kind of interesting that she's his complete opposite, but Reginald totally adores her. However, it becomes all the more grating when there's no contrast coming from her. She's too nice and too good. She appeals to Reginald, but like... Why? We get from Reginald that he thinks himself superior, so what about Abigail? I think it would make her all the more interesting if she thought herself better as well and only see their children as helpless and weak. I don't know. I need more to her character.

Viktor really went off this season.

But, I feel like this was a rehash from season one? Like, didn't he already make his point? About wanting to be part of the team? About wanting to be seen? I thought this was already resolved in Season Two and he was already pretty much part of the team in season three. Why again? I get he wanted to be at peace, but??? Wasn't he already at peace???

That said, I love how there's a continuation of Viktor being a mediator, always coming up with a plan. I wonder if it will come to fruition, though.

Also, there was this analysis way back from season one and how it commented that Reginald respected his children enough in some ways. Kind of like how he allowed Allison to have her natural hair, which is cool. Here, he calls Viktor a boy and like. Good for him, he basically was decent enough to respect Viktor's transition.

I feel like Luther and Diego were given a bone just so that they would have something to do. Luther isn't a himbo anymore, he's just... flanderized at this point? His one redeeming quality is that when Diego tells him that he needs to have something like the CIA< Luther noticeably relents and lets his little brother do his thing. That was cute. I respect it.

Klaus. Ummm... Gosh... Please, save him. I'm glad that he isn't drugged up, but what happened to him is on the same par of horrible. He should not have been put in that situation and I think the writers wanted to get rid of him just like they wanted to get rid of Luther and Diego. Done done done done done dirty.

Allison knowing rigor mortis because of a tv show and her accurate aim was amazing. No notes. She also clearly cares about Klaus. However... I don't think Klaus was always reaching out to her??? Like, I don't think I saw any one of that in season one??? (I don't deny that I could be wrong, though). Klaus was always alone and Allison had moved across the country. I get that there was a flashback earlier in the episode, but I feel like that was only to cement Allison's comment about Klaus always turning to her and hoping the audience doesn't rewatch season one or something.

Claire is using therapy buzz words and she's a teenager. There could have been a more appropriate way of saying those things, but I guess I could give it a pass? I don't know that much about Claire as a character and she seems mature for her own age.

Lila and Five going off on another adventure again. Yay. Lila really needs to confront the fact that if her marriage is having problems she shouldn't always be running away from talking to Diego. At least Diego is putting in the effort to actually confront her and talk to her. Lila's using Five as an escape and I feel like Five knows??? But enables her??? Or maybe he's confused and is trying his best to help in his own way? I mean, he's also trying to prevent another apocalypse, but still. It should look fishy on his end and I feel like Five from previous seasons would have wisened up and told Diego point blank what Lila is doing because, he should, care more about his brother and used bluntness as a tactic to make sure his brother knew.

One good thing about Lila and Five's trips to alternate timelines was the Phoenix Academy??? I wonder how Reginald came up with the names! Like, why umbrella? Why sparrow? And I love how the different uniforms reflect the different timelines lol. It's interesting that Klaus was included in the Phoenix Academy, but I wonder if that has something to do with his powers.

Ben and Jennifer... I now understand why people are saying Ben is a yandere lol. I would question why Ben and Jennifer are suddenly so interested in each other, but I suppose that marigold and durango interacting are why. I wish there was something more, but I feel like these essences or chemicals or whatever is the sole reason.

Also, Ben being somewhat romantic when he says that he has tentacles and Jennifer was inside a squid means that they were meant to be??? Just kill me, omg

Also, quick question, if there were multiple children of marigold... what about durango? Or does the idea of opposites also include durango? Like children of marigold is multiple, but durango can only happen to one person.

What are the odds that Jennifer happened to be in the vicinity of someone with marigold??? With the odds of billions of people on the planet, there should have been a near zero percent chance of the apocalypse happening in the first place. If you think about, it was Reginald's fault that he kept Jennifer in close proximity to the Umbrella Academy in this universe. He could have easily sent her to another country and that would have been it.

Also, was it ever explained why Jennifer from the original timeline was in a shipping container? if she was so easy to kill, why couldn't Reginald kill her himself? If this was a test, then everyone failed, but still. If this was such a dangerous thing to happen, he should have just gotten the job done himself.

Also, I know it's not going to happen, but it would have been so cool that when Viktor was using his powers on Reginald, Reginald actually turned into his alien form. I think that would have been great to reveal him as the monster he is when he's at his most vulnerable.

Anyway... episode five tomrrow?

Not gonna lie, I just watched the first episode the new TUA season. It doesn't seem bad. Yet.

I thought it was pretty fun and entertaining, if a bit mean spirited and took the characters in vastly different directions than I thought.

(They gotta stop dunking on Diego and Luther. They're himbos, but that doesn't mean you get to insult Diego's appearance and make Luther the butt of every single joke).

That said, knowing what I know about how the season will develop... I did get a sinking feeling when I saw Lila and Five having fun after the Keepers meeting and saw that Diego was watching. That little sideplot could have easily been played off for laughs and would have served as more fodder for siblings who like to tease each other... but I know what's going to happen, but I'm prepared for it.

Really, what stood out to me was that Five and Viktor sat together when they were at the Hibachi grill. I don't care anything else in this episode (though I am glad that Klaus is sober and seeks control in his life and Ben is... Ben is being very conniving and I wonder why he didn't take all the marigold for himself). Anywhoozles my 2019 Fiveya heart is smiling with joy, especially considering how close Five and Viktor once were.

(It's a long shot, but I hope there's a few more Fiktor moments here and there).

[merakiui]

Tweels catching darling masturbate:

"I was thinking of having some fun with shrimpy but it seems that shrimpy only wanted fun for herself, you always act like a totally good and innocent lil student, turns out lil shrimpy was a pervert all along. I bet you enjoy every single thing I do to you." Floyd sneers, he wasn't too happy about you having your own fun without him.

"Say floyd, how should we punish this vicious slut? Shall we edge her until she passes out? Or should we fill her to the brim until she is pregnant?" Jade smirks.

(cw: yandere, dub-con, nsfw, female reader, breeding kink/pregnancy, mention of blackmail, just pure filth because i feel like we don't discuss the twins' eel forms enough orz)

It's really not fair that you started having fun without them! You're so cruel. :( Taking you in human form is pleasurable enough, but they really want to make sure you're properly knocked up by the time they're through punishing you. So while you're coming down from the highs of orgasm, the twins are dragging you away to Octavinelle for your punishment. You're still dazed and horny, and even though you should object when they force you to drink a potion that allows you to breathe underwater (can't have you drowning in the midst of breeding, after all. <3) and work hastily to tear the rest of your clothes from your body you can't find it in yourself to stop them. Your brain might flash alarms, but your body is so heated and sensitive and you can't think of anything else as you stare into their hypnotic, mismatched gazes.

They skip foreplay and the tantalizing build-up altogether and are content to sandwich you between the both of them in the water, tails curling around your legs. You hardly put up much of a struggle and are practically putty in their arms, exchanging breathless, sloppy kisses as they stuff their cocks into your tight holes. It doesn't matter whether or not you want children. By the end of the evening, you'll be begging them for it, too cock-drunk to think of anything else other than the filthy things they tell you. The twins think you're so cute when you're honest like this. All those things you said about how you wished they'd leave you alone and that they're creepy and that you can't trust them and you hate how they stalk you... That means nothing now.

They cum inside so many times it's difficult to keep track. They can't wait until you're pregnant. Just thinking of all the cute children the three of you will have together and how domestic you'll be and how swollen your belly will get with every passing month is enough to get them hard again. In their mer forms, they're much larger and stronger, so even if you do pass out from exhaustion they can keep fucking into your already stuffed pussy. And they'll litter your entire body in bites. Smelling and tasting your blood as it tinges the water is always a delight for them, and they can't help marking you with rough, sudden bites, if only to hear more of your precious cries and moans.

The twins definitely get an ego boost if you mention anything about them being too big for you to handle. >:) Is their cute shrimpy scared they won't fit? Don't worry. You're so wet that they'll slip right in, and even if the squeeze is tight and uncomfortable at first you'll learn to enjoy the pain. And whoever gets you pregnant first gets bragging rights. :)

They probably fucked you in the aquarium. Azul definitely recorded it for blackmail and for his own reasons but you don't need to know that. And when you wake the following morning, sore and covered in bruises and bites and lying between the both of them on Jade's bed, you'll realize the twisted nature of the situation. But Jade and Floyd come from a good, well-off family. You'll be taken care of and their parents will be so pleased to meet you! Just don't think about running away. If they catch you, your punishment won't be very enjoyable. But you wouldn't dream of running away. After all, you told the both of them that you loved them while they were stuffing you with thick, virile cum, and they take confessions like that very seriously.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

So, have you seen Mao Mao Heroes of pure heart??

So, there is this character called Adorabat, super chaotic. Imagine Mc/Yuu, by a potion mishaps, she gets turn into a child again and has the same attitude as Adorabat. Screaming n all.

RIP the whole NRC cuz nobody can with this absolute ball of destruction and adorableness. Except Mal-Mal, Lilia and probably Jamil.

Hello! I never watched Mao Mao, but after watching some videos to get the feel for Adorabat, I gotta say I really should watch it. Tired, Soft and Chaos Child, perfect combination

Have children, they said (NRC)

— ᕙ⁠[⁠･⁠۝･⁠]⁠ᕗ

No one but Floyd is happy. This day will go down in NRC's history as "The Day Only Floyd Had a Blast"

Ace is the culprit, of course. Crewel chewed him after class, and Riddle chewed him twice as much at the dorm.

"How was I supposed to know that mixing that stuff together would do something?" It's POTIONS, Trappola, you dumbass

Child Prefect is adorable. Really, really cute.

What's not cute is her screeching that one can hear from the other side of the island. Some boys swear up and down that RSA will eventually knock on their doors to ask whatever they're killing so cruelly

The beastmen have it particularly bad, since about 95% of them has very sensitive ears

Leona is fucking DEAD. Cheka's screeching was already enough for his poor ears, but Reader's are on another level. Ruggie is not sure if he finds it funny or if he sympathizes

Riddle is another one who's dying, but because of a slight different cause. How can he educate a child when all his approaches are... Harsh? He doesn't want to be hated by Reader at any age, and he certainly doesn't want to treat her like his mom treated him.

Trey and Cater wince every new scream, but they're pretty good at taking care of her. Trey has experience with children, and Cater is just a fun person to be around. They tend to bicker because Cater wants to give her candies, but Trey worries about her teeth, to which Cater complains that there's just as much sugar in a tart than in a piece of candy, and they go from there

Jack does not think they should be giving any sugar to such a hyper child, but he'd rather she be holding candies than anything that could be used as a weapon. She has hit so many ankles already

Vil is keeping his distance after Reader threatened to pull on his hair. She's cute to look at from a distance, he says, and then leaves. Because of that, Epel is very willing to be near her, if only to get away from Vil, though he's appreciate if she stopped throwing his apple carvings on people's head.

Rook is actually having an ok time, since a hyper child means a child he needs to watch and run after. Very good prey, she loves playing hide-n-seek with him

Azul has practically locked himself in the office. He thinks she's cute, but his poor three hearts can't take two Floyds being loud and violence happy. He's very jealous of Jade, who appears to be having a grand time. It's probably the almost two decades with Floyd, this eel feels nothing.

Floyd is, as mentioned before, having the time of his life with a even more hyper tiny him to terrorize the world with him.

Jamil absolutely loves child Reader. Not because she's cute (tho he will agree that she is), but because she's giving Kalim some of his own medicine: does whatever she wants, whenever and however she wants, independent of whatever is happening around her, and expects him to follow her thought process. She manages to out-do Kalim in being a chatterbox and Kalim looks like Jamil on a good day: stressed, tired and done.

(Child Prefect is also pretty well mannered and behaved near Jamil, probably some remnant of her older self who knows this boy needs a break. Maybe that's why she wants Kalim to be the babysitter instead)

Sebek is SUFFERING. WHY IS THIS SMALL HUMAN SO LOUD?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE IS BEING LOUD, HAVE YOU NOT HEARD THE TINY HUMAN?! TINY HUMAN, CEASE YOUR YELLING AT ONCE!

Silver appreciates that she doesn't allow him to sleep... but also please let him sleep. Sometimes he does want to sleep. He gets surprisingly close to Leona in their quest to find a place she won't find them to nap

Lilia is also having the time of his life. It's Lilia, there's not much to say. He will give her a tiny sword and teach her how to use it. Say goodbye to your knees, NRC.

Malleus isn't sure about any of this, but then Reader sits on his lap and begs to nibble on his horns, and he is sold. Another one who gets a well mannered, behaved child. Other than the horn nibbling.

Ace and Grim are not allowed to come near her without Deuce and Jack with them. Deuce was given the explicit permission to punch Ace's face if he comes up with any stupid plan, so was Jack.

Idia is locked in his room. He can't take a hyper child. He can't take a hyper child that keeps knocking on his door and going "do you wanna build a snow maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan?". It's the middle of spring. There's no snow. Please stop.

Ortho is more than happy to stay with Reader. Noise? He can adjust his hearing. Too much energy? Hah! Same, quite literally. Wants to hit stuff? Well, Ignihyde has a training room full with breakable drones!

Crewel hates and loves her. He hates the loudness and the rowdiness, but he loves when she actually calms down and accompanies him. He likes cute pups, sue him

Trein is also one who gets a well mannered child, mostly because he's scary. But Lucius will let her pet him if she behaves, so that's also behind her good behavior

Vargas is basically Floyd 2.0. Someone get this child away from him. No, don't let Sam be alone with her instead! He isn't the problem, the problem is his friends from the other side who love to screech with her

Crowley is in Hell. She screams at him, hits his knees and bites his ankles if he gets too close. No one can tell why, but it might be yet another remnant of her older self. Everyone accepts that theory, except Crowley, who doesn't understand how she doesn't like his generous self.

After a week, the Ramshackle Housewarden is back to her actual age, and 90% of the NRC is crying of relief

[ikeromantic]

On Being a Father, pt 2

This is a sequel to On Being a Father where Nokto discovers he is going to be a dad. Now that he's accepted becoming a father, he must deal with the legacy of being a twin. Drama/light angst/fluff. Approx. 4300 words (sorry it's a long one!) TW: Pregnancy, complications, family trauma

Nokto couldn’t breathe. The air in the room felt thick, hot and unmanageable. Belle and the doctor were talking but he couldn’t hear them. His ears were full of a rushing sound. 

“Are you ok?” His wife, the former Belle, reached for his hand.

“Yes.” The word came out strained. He focused on the doctor. “Just . . . twins? Are you sure?” 

“Absolutely. Your lady wife has twins.” His expression was solemn, concerned. “You will need to make sure she takes plenty of rest and eats properly until she comes to term.” The doctor paused, studying Nokto’s face. “Your wife must stay relaxed and rested. Any distress could cause a miscarriage or worse. I hope I am clear?”

“Of course.” Nokto gave the doctor a thin smile. “I will keep her wrapped in pillowed satin.”

The doctor left, leaving the couple alone with their thoughts. While Nokto had dealt already with his misgivings about fatherhood, that was when he believed he would have just one child. The word twins set a lead weight in his heart. He’d passed on the curse. 

The former Belle was studying him in that way she had that seemed to see right past your skin and into your soul. “Talk to me,” she said gently. “I can tell you’re not happy.”

“I’m not not happy?” He tugged a lock of her hair gently and then sighed when she didn’t smile back at him. “I told you what it was like for Licht and I growing up. It wasn’t just our mo- our mother that thought being twins was our misfortune.” 

She nodded and scooted over to snuggle into his shoulder. “I know. I just don’t care what other people think. These are our children. They are miracles, and if there are twins that only makes it twice as wonderful.”

Nokto’s eyes widened. Sometimes she still surprised him with her simple but determined statements. He knew she meant every word, and though it changed nothing, he felt a little calmer. Some of the numbness receded.

He settled a hand on the rise of her swollen belly. Though he knew it was impossible, he could almost sense the two tiny heartbeats. Nokto swallowed, his emotions suddenly overwhelming him. His heart galloped in his chest, from fear, from love, from feelings he had no name for yet. Then, something pressed against his hand.

“They kicked!” Belle gave a startled laugh. 

But it wasn’t a kick, Nokto thought. Nothing so abrupt. It was almost like the babies - his children - reached out to him. He shifted to press his cheek there, and closed his eyes. Not because he was about to cry, of course. Not him. He just . . . wanted to rest. 

The Belle’s cool, soft fingers combed his hair back from his face. 

The next few days passed peacefully enough. Nokto was busy with trade delegations to Jade and Benitoite, and Belle spent most of her time in bed or propped up on the couch in their room. Rio attended her while Nokto was busy, and left when the prince returned from his duties. 

For Nokto, it felt as if the drama had passed. He was still worried about what kind of life his children would have - how he would handle the whispers and gossip. It still felt overwhelming. But he promised himself he would do better than his mother or the king. He would be the father his twins deserved.

And then it happened.

A slip on the garden path. Barely enough of a fall to do more than scrape the Belle’s knees, yet enough to send the doctors scrambling. Nokto hurried to her side, his heart spiked with ice at the thought of losing her and the babies. He held her hand for hours as her body was wracked by contractions. 

There was no missing the whispers of the doctor and the midwives. The Belle might lose her babies. One or both. Even her life. They needed to sedate her. They needed to stop the contractions. 

Nokto listened, nodded, his thoughts slow and gelled together. His heartbeat felt too fast and his body too slow. “Do whatever it takes to save her,” he told them. 

Her nails dug into his skin as the doctor gave her an injection. A sedative to relax the contracting muscles. 

“She has a fever. Possibly an infection. Her body is weak from the pregnancy already.” The doctor frowned at Belle as she drifted into a drugged sleep. “Make sure she stays in bed, even when the medicine wears off. I’ll be staying in the palace for the remainder of her pregnancy, so send for me if anything happens.”

“I will.” Nokto stroked her flushed cheek and did not look up. 

Rio came in the second the doctor was gone. His blue gaze was damp with tears. He knelt beside the bed, wordless.

For once, Nokto didn’t mind him being there. He knew Rio loved his wife, perhaps as much as he did. And in this moment, they could share their fear and grief. The prince reached out with his free hand and patted the blonde’s shoulder. 

When Belle woke, the contractions did not return but she was burning up with fever, delirious. She looked up at Nokto. “I knew. Like the book said. The shining stone. And my foot. I saw. Here the sky. And - and-”

“Shhhh, love. Shhhh. It’s ok. I’ve got you.” Nokto motioned for a cold cloth and Rio pressed it into his hand. He gently cooled her face with the cloth, trying to get her to calm down. 

“I - I’ll fetch the doctor,” Rio said, and hurried out. 

The doctor came in alone, with medicine for Belle and an order for Nokto to get her to eat something. “A light bone broth or a watery paste of beans. It will help her body fight off this infection. If the fever doesn’t break soon, I am worried we will lose her.” He left the prince with a vial of powdered herbs to treat the fever. 

“I’m not going to lose you,” Nokto told her. He wasn’t sure if she understood. She was still whispering about a shining stone and how she was sorry, sorry, sorry. The prince hugged her to him. In his arms, she felt like a burning branch. Hot and dry and brittle. 

Fear shot through him, stopping his breath. His heart stuttered in his chest. Was it even possible for her to live through this or was the doctor only giving him false hope? “You can’t leave me,” he whispered. “Not now. Not like this.” 

The Belle clung to him weakly, but he could feel her love in that touch. It strengthened him and chased the despair from his thoughts. He drew a deep breath. 

“We are going to get you - you and the babies - better. I promise.” He gently settled her back into the sheets. 

A short time later, one of the servants left a tray of hot and cold soups, creams, gruels, and jellies for the Belle to try. Nokto picked what he thought she might like best, an oat gruel sweetened with a bit of berry jam. It smelled good and he knew how much she liked sweet things, especially since becoming pregnant.

“Time to eat, lover girl,” he smiled. But when he tried to give her the first spoonful, she turned her head away. “Oh come on, aren’t you a little hungry?” He tried again but she wouldn’t open her mouth. “Look, it’s really good,” he told her, getting a little desperate. 

Nokto spooned the cold, thin gruel into his own mouth, choking a little at the cloying sweetness. It tasted as if someone had upended a bucket of honey over rotted strawberries. He grabbed the water glass and took a long drink to clear the taste. 

“Ok. I can see why you might not want that one.” He sighed. “The doctor says you need to eat though.” He eyed the remaining dishes. “Maybe I can pick the one that’s the least awful, hm?” He picked up a spoon. “See? I’m sacrificing myself to make sure you get the best.” 

In his mind’s eye, she laughed and swatted his arm playfully. For just a heartbeat, he missed her in a way he didn’t have words for. She was still right there, of course. Lying in the bed, hot with fever, but absent from him in her dazed state. Nokto swallowed down the grief and reminded himself he would have that woman back. She would return when the sickness left.

He sampled several of the dishes, but there was something off in each. A flavor obscured by the spices, salt, or sugar that reminded him of rot. He was trying to place a vague memory of that taste when his stomach rebelled. He ran to the restroom and vomited into a chamber pot. Everything he had tasted or drunk that day. 

Nokto felt as if his insides were on fire, and even after he was empty, he continued to heave for several minutes more. When he finally stopped, he sat down. His pulse was racing and his breath was thready. He tried to stand but a wave of dizziness sat him back down, hard.

“Poison.” Rio’s voice came from the doorway. 

The prince turned his head to look at him. “Was thinking the same thing,” he rasped. 

Rio’s expression was cold and distant. “I found oil on the paving stones in the garden. It was mostly gone, but there was enough that I could see it.” At Nokto’s confused expression, he elaborated. “The Belle’s fall wasn’t an accident. Someone ensured she would slip.”

“And combined with the poisoned food . . .” Nokto felt a surge of anger so hot that his vision went black. 

“Someone is trying to kill Belle,” Rio confirmed. “One of your enemies. Perhaps a jilted lover?” His tone was sharp, accusatory.

Nokto managed to get to his feet, swaying slightly. “If you have something you want to say to me, then say it.” His lips curved in a thin, hard smile. All that anger he felt had an immediate target, and he was ready.

Rio studied his expression for a moment, and then lowered his head. “No. Just . . . we need to find out who is targeting her. We have to stop them. That’s more important than anything else.”

The rage drained from Nokto’s heart like wine from a punctured barrel. He felt hollowed out and afraid - not for himself, but for his wife and the children he hadn’t yet met. Worse, Rio was probably right. It was likely personal. Nokto had more enemies than he could count. 

“Let’s worry about motive later,” the prince said tiredly. “Who has access to the food? Who could put oil on the garden walkway without being noticed - and who would know when and where the Belle was going to be? That’s how we’ll find our assassin.”

Rio nodded slowly, thinking. “I can have a chat with the gardeners.” The gleam in his eyes made Nokto a little worried but if one of the palace gardeners knew something or was responsible, well . . . he didn’t doubt Rio would make them regret it.

“I believe I’ll have a word with the kitchen staff. I was most disappointed in lunch.” He paused. “But first, can you fetch Licht?”

It didn’t take long for his twin to arrive, looking grumpy and more than a little confused. His expression turned grim as Rio and Nokto explained the situation. The flat stare he directed toward his brother said more than words could. 

“We should tell the other princes,” Licht said. “They can help. And we don’t know yet if this was targeted or if all the royals are in danger.”

“True,” Nokto conceded. “I’ll tell Sariel, just in case. But . . .” He didn’t want to say it aloud. The dark suspicion in his heart. But he didn’t have to. His twin read it in his gaze.

Licht rested a hand on his arm lightly. “None of them would hurt her. Not even if it served their interest. And I am here.”

They stood like that, connected through that gentle touch, for several breaths. Nokto let his brother’s words ease the fear in his chest. “Thanks.” Nokto pulled away. “Keep her safe for me, Licht.”

His twin nodded solemnly and went to sit by her bed. 

Sariel wasn’t hard to find. He was in his office, half buried with reports and paperwork. All the documentation and communication of the kingdom seemed to find its way to his desk eventually. The councilor looked up as Nokto came in and raised a brow.

“Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need to be.” Nokto crossed his arms and leaned against the wall beside the door. “I just thought you’d want to know we have an assassin in the palace.”

“Oh, is that all?” Sariel looked back down at his papers.

“Is that . . .” Nokto’s hands dropped to his sides, balling into fists. “They tried to kill the Belle! Twice!”

“Mmm. Hmm.” 

The prince swallowed. “Are you going to tell me you knew someone was after her?” He took a step forward, and though he was not a man inclined to physical violence, he was feeling inclined right then.

Sariel glanced up. “There are always assassins. If you must know, the palace guard foiled two attempts on Yves last week, one on Jin, and another against Clavis. My only surprise is that they didn’t strike at the Belle sooner.”

“And what are you doing about it?”

“Collecting information to make informed and incisive actions. Now, do you need something from me or no?”

Seething, Nokto forced his hands to relax. Sariel was right, of course, but this was important. He quickly explained the two attempts they knew of and asked who would know the kitchen staff schedule, or which employees were newer. 

Sariel gave him what he needed and waved him away with that devilish grin of his. 

The kitchens were bustling. Servants and chefs moved between ovens, stoves, and prep tables. A veritable army of cooks and their helpers. Nokto danced through the milieu until he reached the head chef. She was a large woman, solid and wide with a round face and a wide, warm smile. 

At the moment, she was trying to convince Yves of something. The young prince was not smiling, and her expression looked a little strained. Nokto caught something about using a month’s supply of cocoa, and the strange, sudden appearance of baked goods. 

Yves spotted him and broke away from the chef. “Ah, look at that! Nokto! What are you doing in here?”

“Not getting lectured about my baking habits?” 

Yves frowned. “Well, it wasn’t a lecture really. Just a request to let the staff know when I use up the last - or most of - something.” He coughed. “Anyhow, I did ask you a question?” His natural arrogance made the comment a command. 

Nokto shrugged as if what he had to say was of little import. “Someone tried to poison my wife today. They got me instead, and I’m a bit unhappy about it.”

Yves looked shocked. “Why would anyone want to hurt the Belle?”

“I’m less worried about the why than the who.” Nokto turned his fierce red gaze on the head chef. “I need the names of every person that cooked for her and the maids tasked with taking it to our room.”

The head chef swallowed, nervous now. “Of course Highness. The two cooks tasked with those meals are still here. I’ll bring them to you.” She twisted her apron in her hands. “The maid though, she’ll be about the palace. I don’t supervise maids.”

“Then I guess we’ll start with those two and I’ll get to the maid later,” Nokto replied.

“I’ll go find the maid while you talk to the cooks. If that’s alright?” Yves’ arrogance deflated a little under the other prince’s scrutiny.

“Yes. That will be a help. Find her and bring her here.” 

Yves gave a grateful nod, and hurried out.

The cooks were near tears when the chef brought them over. It was clear the chef already told them something of what Nokto wanted. The two young men fell to their knees, practically babbling as they explained how careful they were in making food for the Belle. 

Nokto listened with only half an ear. He could tell from the first stumbling apologies that neither of these cooks could be responsible. They were horrified at the idea and terrified they might be blamed, but nothing in their words, expressions, or body language gave voice to any guilt. 

He cut them off after a few minutes. “Enough. Thank you. I understand now. You can go back to your duties.”

The two cooks thanked him and practically ran back to their work stations, glancing back to be sure they were in the clear. 

“Do you think it’s the maid, then, Highness?” The chef asked Nokto without meeting his eyes. 

“I suppose it must be,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. Nokto shook himself from his thoughts and offered her an insouciant grin. It felt odd on his face, but the chef relaxed a fraction. “Thank you for your help. I owe you a favor now.”

The chef looked stricken. “No! Highness, we are just doing our job. I am only glad it wasn’t one of my staff that dared try to harm you and yours.” 

Nokto shrugged, adjusting his coat where it hung from his shoulders. “You shouldn’t dismiss a favor from a prince so lightly.” He turned to leave, ready to search out Yves and the maid. 

The kitchen staff watched him go. He could feel their eyes on his back, wary now that word was getting around about his visit. Nokto ignored them. He didn’t want their sympathy or suspicion.

He found Yves on his way back toward the kitchen, a sobbing maid in tow. “She didn’t do it,” Yves said before Nokto could speak. 

The maid nodded, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. She was a pretty thing, even with her tear-stained face. The kind of maid Nokto might have flirted with, before he’d found love. He didn’t remember ever speaking with her before though.

“But she knows who did,” Yves nudged the maid forward. “Tell Prince Nokto what you told me.”

She sniffled. “I . . . I was taking the cart to your room. A-and this older gentleman stopped me. He-he said he wanted to surprise his grandson.”

“I see.” Nokto frowned, anger surging in him. “So you let some stranger take a cart of food to a member of the royal family without asking any questions. Are you really so foolish?”

The maid looked stricken. “I - I’m new and he was - he was clearly a noble. And . . . he looked a lot like you, Prince Nokto. I just assumed . . .”

Yves looked troubled. “Could it be someone related to - Nokto! Where are you going?”

“I need to talk to my twin,” he called back over his shoulder. After so many years, it seemed his mother’s family had returned to the capital. 

The door to his suite was open. No guards stood in the hallway. No servants worked nearby. Nokto felt his chest constrict with sudden worry. He ran the rest of the way down the corridor and slammed to a stop at the threshold. 

There was a stranger in his room. A tall man with silky platinum hair caught up in a tight braid. He had wide shoulders and a fine coat. His back was to the door so Nokto couldn’t see his face, but he didn’t need to.

Licht stood between the stranger and the Belle, his sword drawn. He caught sight of his twin, but said nothing. He kept his ruby-eyed gaze on the man. 

“Licht, put the blade down. I don’t want to hurt you. You were always the good one.” The man reached out toward Licht.

“Leave now, grandfather. Before I -”

“Grandpa!” Nokto put on a falsely cheery voice. 

The man turned with a grimace. “You.”

“Awww, grandpa, don’t be like that! I heard you came by to surprise me. Nothing would surprise me more than seeing you smile. Or hearing a kind word.”

His grandfather snorted. “I didn’t come to bandy words with you. Had your mother listened to me, you wouldn’t have drawn your first breath.”

“Then what did you come for?” Nokto held his grandfather’s attention as Licht moved closer behind him. 

“To make sure you don’t shame our family again. To stop you passing on our curse.” He gestured to the Belle savagely, his body shaking with anger. “Did you think we wouldn’t know of your spawn? That we wouldn’t hear? Did you think I would let your mother’s mistake perpetuate itself?” Spittle flew as he spoke faster, his tone a low growl.

Nokto’s skin prickled with anger and guilt. Some part of him felt like his grandfather was right. He should have died. He shouldn’t have found love. He couldn’t have a family. All of his mother’s cruel words boiled in his heart. 

“Shut up.” Licht spat. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Their grandfather turned to face Licht again. His eyes darted between his other grandson and the Belle. “Why would you defend him? He is useless. A joke at best. Nokto has never been as strong as you, my boy. You could still redeem this situation.” He pointed toward the Belle.

Licht and Nokto both looked at her, their crimson eyes alight with affection. And her eyes fluttered open to meet their gaze. Then her focus slid to their grandfather.

“How sad,” she said softly. “How sad you are. I could hear your bitter words, slipping into my dream.” She pushed herself up a bit on unsteady arms. “It’s no wonder your daughter went mad. With you whispering poison in her ear all her life.” She took a breath. “I wonder . . . where your hate . . . comes from? Did you - have a twin too?”

Nokto was so pleased to see her awake, the fever broken, that it took a moment for her words to sink in.

Their grandfather looked stricken. His mouth twisted with some inner agony as his whole body tensed. Then his shoulders fell. “I did,” he whispered. “And I killed him.” He looked up, his eyes hot with anger and haunted by regrets. “I had to. For the family. And now look what has happened . . . my daughter dead, our family exiled from court, practically penniless . . .”

“Nokto and Licht caused none of that. It was all you and your cruel belief.” Belle laid a hand on her swollen belly, hidden by the sheets of her bed. “My children are not ill omens. They will be precious. As you and your brother were. As Licht and Nokto are.” 

“You - you little fool. Wait until you lose everything!” He took a step toward the bed, but Licht held him at bay with the point of his blade. 

Nokto heard motion in the corridor. There were people coming. Several of them. Armored people. Curious. But he had a feeling he knew why. The prince smirked. “So you admit to killing your own brother, trying to kill me, and now also trying to harm my lady wife and our children?”

His grandfather nodded. “I did. And I will try again. I will end your bloodline and clear the stain on our -”

“There he is. Take him into custody.” Sariel’s whip-thin form stood in the doorway as armed guards filed in past him. Rio stood behind the counselor, looking somewhat satisfied with himself.  

Their grandfather looked confused as the guards tied his hands and led him out. Confused and still seething. “This is a mistake,” he shouted, but no one was listening. 

Rio rushed to the Belle’s side, his wide blue eyes searching her figure to make sure she was alright. 

Licht slid his sword into the scabbard. “I am going back to my room.”

“Thank you.” Nokto held a hand out to his brother.

“Don’t say thank you. Not to me.” Licht’s eyes were hot as coals, burning with emotion despite his wooden expression. He paused and glanced back at the Belle and then he left. 

Sariel sighed. “Well I hope that’s the end of that. Everything is fine in here then? No one hurt?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just looked around and nodded. “Excellent. I will be interviewing you three later for details on these events.” 

“Pfft. I can tell how much you care,” Nokto snapped. 

“Of course.” Sariel smiled thinly and then left.

Rio barely noticed. He was too busy cooing over the Belle and making her foolish promises.

Nokto cleared his throat and the blonde looked up with a guilty expression. 

“Sorry,” the blonde mumbled. “I’ll . . . just go fetch some tea.” 

When they were alone, Nokto finally approached the bed. He knelt beside it and rested his head against her arm. “I am . . . so sorry,” he said softly, his voice breaking. “This is - it’s all my fault. I really am a - a curse.”

“If you say that again, I am going to hit you.” 

“What?” He looked up.

Belle stroked a finger down his cheek gently. “I mean it. I love you. None of this is your fault. It is all hatefulness and superstition from your mother’s family. So don’t you dare try to take the blame.” 

Nokto laughed softly and ignored the dampness in his eyes. “You are incredible. Did you know that?”

“No. Now get over here and kiss me. After all of that, I need a kiss. And some strawberries. And pickled vegetables. And maybe buttered noodles.”

“I’m afraid not.” He leaned up and kissed the tip of her nose. “I can give you some kisses and gruel. Doctor’s orders.”

“Oh come on! Nokto! I don’t want gruel!” She poked his shoulder, her lips pressed into a pout. ��Please?” 

He smiled. “I’ll sweeten the deal with even more kisses.” Nokto lightly kissed her cheeks, her neck, the line of her collarbone.

She giggled and wriggled under his light touches. “Ok, ok! I give up. Gruel it is. And a bath?”

“A sponge bath.” Nokto waggled his eyebrows suggestively and they both broke into laughter. He was glad they could still laugh, after everything. He still wasn't sure if he had the makings of a good father, but he knew he wanted to try.

Tagging @fun-ghoul-neela @lixin428 @ludivineikewolf @kisara-16 since you asked for a part 2 ^_^