#anyway. my husband is great and now i know what love and respect is

[mademoisellesarcasme]

getting annoyed by "give X to prev" being polls so you can really only VOTE once so here ya go assign an aesthetic to prev based on random aesthetic photos I've taken over the years

[itstheghostofmypast]

Corporate Couple

Corporate AU Kim Hongjoong x (F)Reader

Summary: Marriages have their ups and downs, but what if your boss as the hots for you?

Genre: fluff

Warnings: slight language

Word Count: 1.1K

Est. Read Time: 5 min

Rating: PG-13

Type: One-shot

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

Banner: @cafekitsune

You walked into your apartment ready to find it empty as usual; even though your husband and you would leave together in the morning, it was often that he would stay later than usual handling reports and whatnot- of course, that's what you get for marrying a workaholic.

To be fair, you were in no mood to talk to him right now anyway, so you were glad he was definitely not going to be home. Why did you two fight?

Simple, in your 3 bedroom, state of the art penthouse, you had a wonderful open kitchen, one with the facilities that would have the world’s best chefs wanting to use this equipment- this included a dishwasher. One that her husband, a respectable corporate slave, one earning enough for them to have twenty kids and provide them with a top-tier lifestyle, never used.

Yes, Kim Hongjoong, a man with a variety of wonderful qualities, brains, personality and good looks, had a persisting, irritating habit of not placing his used dishes in the dishwasher.

Hence, a merger, “I'm sorry love, I’ll be careful next time.” He could have diffused the situation, but how could Kim Hongjoong prove to be a stubborn bastard if he had diffused the situation? And chose to use the words, “Really because one dirty dish is going to bring the end of the world.”

Well it had not brought the end of the world, but she had managed to show him a glimpse of what that would look like. In the end, the two had slept in different rooms, had breakfast at opposite ends of the counter and had gone to work on different cars.

That's why when you locked the door, you sighed in defeat but also relief, glad he wasn't there- or so she thought, for when she entered the living space, she found a familiar hunched over back at the dining table, typing away.

Great.

With a slight “Hmph”, you marched into the open kitchen, placing your briefcase on the marble top counter and glaring at him, noticing him visibly flinch. Good, he should know she's still upset.

You turned to grab a glass from the cabinet, only for your phone to right, your sour expressions fading at the name of your work bestie, the only person who understood you- other than the stupid gremlin of a man sitting 3 feet away from you- Mrs.Song.

Swiping to accept the call, you put it on speaker as you began to take out the ingredients for dinner, “Hello, my love, how are you!?”

Her voice echoed in the silence, and you heard the chair screech, yes, leave you, bastard- of course, he was afraid of Mrs Song, hell, Mingi was as well- and Hongjoong knew you had not told her about your little fight because she’d been on maternity leave, but would you now? Was he ready to hear you talk about how bad of a husband he was?

No, he wasn't, honestly he had regretted it as soon as the words had left his mouth, he had noticed your eyes go blank, maybe you were having a bad day, or maybe you wanted him to not act like any other idiot from work, maybe you were tired and stressed- and he may have added to it.

“Missing you, stupid work and stupid men- how's the maternity leave going?”

“It's good…as good as it can be.”

“Mingi taking care of you?”

“Of course!” Her cheerful voice filled the silence in their home, one that had Hongjoong wincing. Oh, he knew what you were doing, “What about you? I heard the new board member was eying Joong.”

“Oh my god!” Slamming the knife down, you took a deep breath; images of that hag staring shamelessly at your man appeared before your eyes, “She was- I was leaving okay- and then she stops me and is just ‘your husband is a very good looking man’, and initially I was like okay? I know my Joongie is good-looking. Why are you staring him up like a creep?!”

Mrs.Song's laughter rang across the kitchen followed by a static, “Oh? So you're not mad at him anymore?”

Hongjoong, who was just around the corner, who had come to take a file he had left on the table, who had heard the conversation flow to another topic and who he had very much heard the ‘my Joongie’, decided to stay hidden, especially when he felt something brew within him at the sound of the way you were being so possessive.

“Of course, I'm mad at that idiot!”

He flinched at your tone, umm…okay so you were bipolar, and he fell in love with a mentally ill person-

“Hongjoong is very annoying, very stupid, very noisy sometimes too- he's squeaky too.” His face deadpanned at your remarks, “He can't cook, he can barely clean, he's a damn workaholic but he is also,” extremely handsome…”

His heart fluttered at your comment, and he heard you sigh, finally coming out of the corner to find her facing the stove, as he sat on a bar stool near the counter, watching her stir the pot.

“Well, that's true…don't let Mingi know I said that.”

You cackled at your friend's response, before mumbling, “Don't tell stupid Joong I said that…he'd be over the moon…his big head is inflated enough-”

A sneeze stopped you mid way, turning around to glare at the eavesdropped, “My queen, I will call you back.”

“Sure, play nice you two~”

Hongjoong watched you hang up before he scurried over to you and hugged you before you could react.

“Excuse me.” you mumbled, trying to push him off you before you grabbed his face, squished his cheeks, and frowned at him, “I was complimenting my husband because I'm possessive.”

“You're complementing your husband because you love him...and he loved you very much too” He mumbled back, holding onto your waist like his life depended on it, only for you to sigh and let go of his face, “I'm sorry, the dishes weren't a big deal-”

“N-no, they were…I should clean up after myself…you work too…and I need you to be active at work.” He hummed, gently swaying you side to side, earning a giggle from you, “Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“So you can keep me safe from the hag~” He sang back only for you to shove him away, “Good lord. Lord forbid someone finds a man with no rizz like me”. You walked back to the stove only for him to cling onto you from the back- a clingy Joongie was a rare Joongie, one that you loved the most- as he kissed the side of your head, “Let me set the table, love…we got a whole budget to make.” With that, he pulled away, his signature chuckle echoing in the kitchen that followed your whining about how much you hate work.

It didn't matter, though; you still had to go to work because your Joongie needed you to be there - a true corporate couple.

[violettavonviolet]

Tim Drake fic recs part 2

all of these fics are finished and amazing! the word count goes up progressively and the rating is noted but do check the works for tags!

All fics marked with a star haven't left my brain since I read them!

Jaytim

these lines of lightning

smilebackwards

Summary:

“Sometimes when Bruce is being an asshole, the best response is to be an asshole right back,” Jason says, dropping down next to Tim and propping his boots on the milk crates he uses for a coffee table. “I used to go hang out with all the bad kids so I guess you’re already on the right track.”

4.8k teen

do me a favor

yasmindifference

Summary:

“So what were you thinking? Fake financial distress? Fake injury?”

“Fake boyfriend,” Jason said.

9k fake relationship teen

it takes a house, a village

defcontwo

Summary:

“If you shower my couch with love and affection, I might actually kill you.” Or: how Tim Drake buys a house, rebuilds his life, and accidentally falls in love.

10k unmarked, humor

A Gift of Knowledge *

njw

Summary:

Dick’s voice is hoarse with suppressed fury. “So, you’re just exposing us to this, this outrageous substance, and torturing us by leaving us here, bound and drugged?”

He has to know that’s not all. But he’s asking anyway, to get as much information as possible out of the villain before they’re left to their own devices. It’s what they’ve all been trained to do.

Tim squeezes his eyes shut, knowing what Joker is going to say. Knowing exactly what the evil madman is planning to do.

Damn it. Damn it all to hell, not here, not now. Not like this. 

20k mature a/b/o

Stripping Down *

njw

Summary:

Tim turns to him with a quick, shy smile before rapidly climbing the pole, waiting for Jason to position himself under him. “Like this?” he asks, arching his back, gripping the pole tightly between his shapely little thighs and beginning a slow, grinding descent. Jason did not realize until this moment it was possible to be so jealous of a fuckin’ pole.

Oh fuck, I’m gonna die again. Of embarrassment or blue balls, just take your fuckin’ pick. 

“Yeah, Baby Bird,” he says, almost not recognizing his voice for how throaty and deep it sounds right now. “Just like that.”

20k mature, soulmates

A Midsummer Night's Terror: The Great Escape

kleine_aster, njw

Summary:

A super-villain is on the loose, and he isn't called "The Kinkster" for nothing. On a hot Gotham summer's night, he entraps Batman and his allies, presenting them with a choice—to either succumb to lust, or perish in his maze. Badwrong ensues.

(kleine_aster's fabulous story, with a new ending by njw; posted with permission)

23k sex pollen explicit

I loved thee, though I told thee not, (--Right earlily and long,)

llamallamaduck

Summary:

The news that Timothy Drake, Gotham’s cryptid millionaire, has shot the Joker dead during a public live-stream hits the world like a freight train—and that is just the opening salvo of his bugfuck plan.

Maybe there exists, in the multiverse, a configuration of Jason Todd who will weather this with decorum, dignity and self-respect. This version of Jason Todd decides that the life of an academic is not, really, all that rewarding. In contrast, the life of Timothy Drake’s live-in house-husband is looking more appealing by the second.

24k mature

Re: Soulmarks

Moxibustion (RyuuzaKochou)

Summary:

JASON TODD - EXPOSED!!

By Vicky Vale (@vickyvalegazette)

BREAKING NEWS - Oscar-winning screenwriter, actor and all-around heartthrob Jason Todd has had his Soulmark exposed to the public in a wild escapade at the Gotham International Airport today upon his return from shooting his latest project. 

Who is the lucky person with the matching mark? Who will color in the black shapes in Jason Todd’s Soulmark and Bloom with one of the hottest celebrities on the planet?

We will report on this as it develops! Stay tuned to the feed!

32k soulmates

Masquerade (Whose Face is Behind the Mask?)

chibi_nightowl

Summary:

Every so often, someone would take it into their heads that a masquerade ball would be a fantastic idea and make it into the biggest event of the year. Sometimes, they were a smashing hit. And other times…things just got smashed.

81k explicit

Timkon

The Mystery of the Superboy Shirts

Aviatricks

Summary:

The thing is, Tim is a detective, first and foremost.

And like most detectives, sometimes he just can’t let things go. 

(Or, how Tim acquires several hundred Superboy t-shirts)

4k humor gen

the honesty in your body

Laroyena

Summary:

Luthor's tech saved Kon's life at the cost of his mind. Tim must take a feral Kon across space to restore his humanity... which is just as difficult as one may think.

(Batman Omegaverse AU: unabashed TimKon porn detailing their original get-together in their early teens to their definite get-together in their late teens. But mostly porn.)

14k explicit a/b/o

Slip and Slide

Living_Free

Summary:

Battle for the Cowl AU

Bruce is dead*. 

The cowl has uncemoniously been dumped on Dick Grayson, who is kind of preoccupied with the fact that he now has a very small, very angry, Legacy-obsessed, Damian Wayne to take care of. 

As per usual, Jason is not helping. 

Tim is Sad, and is dabbling in the the treacherous waters of teenage dating, leading a superhero team, and running a company. 

It's up to the voices of reason (mainly Alfred) to make sure that the family does not crumble under the shadow of the Bat. 

*If you believe that after all the nonsense D.C. has pulled, there is no hope for you.

21k humor, the series is 200k+ and is fantastic

Catfishing

timkons

Summary:

Tim accidentally catfishes Kon. It goes about as well as you can imagine.

22k teen

Other

moving in stereo 

TheResurrectionist

Summary:

Clark closed his eyes, wincing. “Your children have some…guests.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Bruce muttered, setting aside the tablet.

“No, I mean…I think all of them, um. Have a guest, tonight.”

2k gen multiple

Against the odds

Heartslogos

It’s a child’s gambit to get mummy’s attention mixed with abandonment issues paranoia and an extreme penchant for vendetta.

3k tim/Bruce 00Q teen angst

say cheese

DairyFarmer

Summary:

“Why are there reporters-”

Dick stopped. His eyes locked on the TV.

“Oh, look at that Drake- you’re trending on social media.” Damian offered far too coolly to be any form of casual.

XxX

In which Tim's nudes get leaked online and he is surprisingly casual about it

4.8k mature

Sticks and Stones

Solemini (SoleminiSanction), SoleminiSanction

Summary:

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can cause lasting psychological damage."

The Core Four stage a long-overdue intervention.

Or, in which Steph's abusive tendencies are finally addressed.

10k timsteph abusive relationship teen

Troika

Glitterandlube

16k kon/tim/bart crack

The Wooing of Tim Drake

Titans_R_Us

Summary:

Tim didn't stand a chance.

Each action, each gift, each gesture was calculated for the best possible result. The source of this smothering affection is surprising but Tim can't find a single reason to say no...So he doesn't. The brat somehow worms his way into his heart one inch at a time.

Meanwhile Damian is quite pleased with how his courtship progresses.

20k damitim mature

[yestrday]

do u have any more crumbs abt crazy, tiny, will scratch and bite me if provoked (kinky....) housewife scara? 🙏 LAWDDD ABOVE, ur writing is too good.

notes: anything for my babygurlll 💪💪

( jealousy, masochism <- reader, sadism <- kuni, slight blood, slight nsfw mentions, mentions of cheating, no one cjeats, possessive behavior )

"... what else do we need? fish, chicken... ah, we ran out of sichuan pepper just yesterday too... hm, i think our rice is running low too. hey, [y. name], run over to the rice section and get us some—" kuni turns to you, and a scowl etches on his features as puts his hands on his hips. "wipe that stupid look off your face, we're in the grocery."

you don't know how being in the grocery is relevant to anything, but you do kind of know about what stupid look he's talking about. maybe he's referring to the way you're slumped on the grocery cart handle, grinning widely with a hand cupping your cheek as you stare all moony-eyed at your pretty husband. straight from the house with a lilac apron on and clutching a hurriedly written grocery list, he was the perfect image of domesticity. your partner, glaring at you right now through those bewitching purple eyes and—

SLAP! "cut. that. out!" kuni growls under his voice, pulling your hair towards his height and looking all menacing like despite the red blush on his cheeks. "you're embarassing me in public!" you stop the slight moan coming from your mouth, as well as the comment to point out his hypocrisy. some onlookers look like they want to interfere, but one look at your heart eyes and blushing face makes them deter at the realization that you're both freaks.

"sorry, sorry~" you coo, bringing him into a hug and nuzzle your face into his neck. though his hands lay limp at his sides, he doesn't squirm and only buries a pout into your skin. "you're just super duper a thousand times cuter today than usual, y'know~ i couldn't help myself!"

"you said that yesterday and the day before that and everyday before that!" kuni grumbles softly. "now i'm starting to wonder if you actually mean it."

you gasp softly, pulling him away by the shoulders and looking into his eyes. "now how can you say that?"you ask, feigning hurt. "you should know how deeply and madly i'm in love with you, right? my darling cute kuni, who makes me lose all rationality whenever i stare at him..."

kuni rolls his eyes at your dramatic confession. "oh, please—"

"... [y. name]?"

an unsure voice cuts him off, and the two of you quickly glance at the wide-eyed man staring at the both of you with a grocery basket hanging off his shoulder. a spark of realization lights up in his eyes when he finally takes a better look at your face, and he grins happily at you. "[y. name]! it really is you! fancy running into you here!"

anyone talking to you should ready themselves for a beating from kuni, who already has a scowl deeply etched on his face, but you quickly step forward before things can escalate. he glances up at you, and he furrows his brow at the relatively normal demeanor you've put up. "kyle!" you grin with a tone that makes kuni bristle. "good to see you here. your girlfriend got you running errands?"

"h-how'd you know?"

you laugh. "just a hunch. from the way she's been ranting to her department about how she does all the chores anyway." you slap a hand to his shoulder. "help your girlfriend out too. sharing chores is quite a great way to bond. why, i'm actually here with my hus... band..."

your voice trails off when you see kuni staring daggers into kyle. you chuckle a bit nervously, afraid that he might materialize an actual dagger out of nowhere (he was in the habit of being a tad murderous). "well, currently not in the best of moods, but my lovely wife's here with me."

thankfully, kyle's not the brightest man, so he's quite unaware of all the homicidal thoughts running around kuni's brain as he offers a respectful bow. "hello, mr. [l. name]! i'm [y. name]'s junior. they've been a great help to me and sadie ever since we entered the company!" he offers out a hand for a good ol' shake, but kuni only sneers at it and hides behind your back. kyle is left dumbfounded, stretching his hand towards air.

"inazumans... don't shake hands," you smile as you make up a reason. you can feel kuni burying himself in your back, his sharp nails digging into your hips as a warning. you try to maintain your composure and suppress the blush on your face. "anyways, we've gotta run. kuni's still got cooking to do!"

"n-no worries, [y. name], i'll see you this monday. a-and..." kyle nervously fidgets with his basket and avoids eye contact with you. "you can come over for dinner after work with us anytime. me and sadie do owe you a lot... really. it's..." kyle's blush deepens and he bites his lip— a nervous habit you're familiar with. "... it's the least we can do."

when kyle dashes off, you and kuni finish the rest of the groceries in silence. that make syou a little nervous, especially since you were half-expecting (awaiting, more like it) for him to just pin you to the nearest wall as soon as kyle was out of the picture. you two load the groceries in your car in silence, all while you give kuni nervous side-glances.

finally settled in the driver's seat, and kuni stormily cross-armed beside you, you try to catch his eye. "kuni...?" you ask in a breathy nervous half-laughter. "what's wrong?"

hyou flinch at how much venom is in his voice and ignore how it's making you feel down there. "someone tried to ask you out in front of me!" his voice is shaking. "and you're gonna have the fucking audacity to ask me what's wrong?!"

"they're just my co-worker, kuni, i promise," you try to soothe him. "it's not like i was gonna take them up on their offer anyway. why would i, when i got y—"

"liar!" you wince as his voice shrills in your ear. "if you weren't planning to, then you should've just turned them down, right in front of me. no, you were planning to, weren't you?" he leans over and jabs a finger into your chest, glaring up at you with those sharp purple eyes. "you were planning on going with them after work, huh? then what?"

"i had no plans, kuni." you try to reach a hand out to stroke his hair, but he quickly grabs it and digs his nails into you. you stare into his eyes. "i promise."

kuni scowls, and you don't even know why you bother. once he gets into this possesisve, irrate mood, nothing can abate him till he lets all the stress out. "liar," he growls, and reaches over and pulls the handle to lay the driver's seat flat.

you fall back with a hard thump, and kuni wastes no time in straddling you in your seat and grabbing you by the collar. "you filthy, fucking liar. how dare you play around with me, your husband, huh? what the hell were you gonna do with them, anyway?! eat dinner, then what? let them fuck that slutty mouth of yours till you go stupid?" he sneers "i know how good you look doing that. i bet everyyy guy and his wife in your office is itching to get a taste of you."

oh. ohhhh. oh gosh, car play? your heart is beating a thousand miles per second, and your blush deepends as kuni's other hand digs into your torso painfully. oh archons. kuni mistakes the blush on your cheeks for something else, and his eyes become positively stormy.

"filthy bitch," he spits, digging even deeper until he draws blood. you whimper in arousal as you feel the familiar warm trickle from your torso. "what, you get off to fantasizing about your whole office fucking you?" you try to shake your head, telling him that it's him making you like this and no one else, but he swoops in to steal a kiss before you can say anything.

it's nothing like the sweet kisses you steal from him when you walk out the front door. it's feral, animalistic. he's biting on your lips till he draws blood and sucking on your tongue until your brain goes numb from the tingling. he lets out a haughty smirk as he pulls away, the trickle of drool connecting your lips till it breaks.

"thaat's better," he sighs, slumping back and getting a good look at your blissed out face. "just a little kiss and you're all fucked out for me just like this.

"just like how it should be."

[silassinclair]

hiiii💙💙💙

i just have a request about Maddox but i want to start with saying english is not my first language and secondly i LOVE your writings, they are sooo good like i just read them again and again and again......

so about my request, its like a story but i just hope you will understand what im trying say

So darling and him while running away from the law Maddox face some other outlaws or having a duel he gets shot, some bad wounds or whatever and darling has no choice but runaway. Before running away darling says that she loves him and will wait for him, something like that.

After two years darling and Maddox meet again (can be when he is leaving a saloon or when he is stealong from the people on the road who is just moving from town to another town) Darling doing really great, she has a small but cute house, she has a great job paying her greatly BUT darling carrying a child

BIG SUPRISE its his child

Yes!

When darling was runing away she was pregnant but didnt tell him cuz she was afraid of his reaction

Anyway him and darling talk about what happened after she runaway, how she manages to live, about the child

so the thing is how he will react about all of this, i mean he has a child and a cute house he can live with darling but he has to run from the laws. Would he somehow live with darling or will he take darling and his child with him and keep runing

I know its long but i tried so hard to make it short and i hope you undertand it AND if you want you can ignore it

💙🤍 I LOVE YOU 💙🤍

UWWAAHH THIS IS SO CUTE <3 I’m about to cook so hard with this one ya’ll aren’t ready 🥶

Masterlist Here!!

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Long Lost Lover Reader

CW// Pregnancy, Gun Violence, Blood, Suicide Mention, Maddox kills pedophiles, Pedophilic comments

“Shhh! Just stop! Stop talking!” Y/n wept as her s/c hand put pressure over Maddox’s oozing bullet wound. Her skin was stained with his crimson blood. The whole world was collapsing down on her. Maddox, her husband, was dying. He was losing so much blood and those damn bounty hunters were getting closer.

Coming to this town was a mistake. It was a fucking trap and they walked right into it. It was a false rumor spread to lure Maddox to the bank. It was supposed to be unguarded; and instead of cash and gold in the vault there was a lethal group of bounty hunters unloading their bullets in a barrage right at Maddox.

The masked outlaw coughed, hacking up some blood. Y/n and Maddox were lucky to get away. Using all her strength she pulled his body into a neighboring saloon and hid with him behind the bar. The outlaw's tearing brown eyes looked into Y/n’s with a mixture of emotion. Adoration and despair. Because he knew this will be the last time will ever see her again.

“Sweetheart, princess please look at me..” He utters. Y/n can barely hear him over the gunshots and screams from around. But her ears are honed to only listen to his voice at the moment. He is all she sees and hears.

“Untie my bandana… Use it to pack the wound.” The paling man says.

Her eyes widen at his request. Her and Maddox have been in so many life or death situations. All of them they have escaped narrowly. Maddox has had mortal wounds, he’s bled countless times over the years. But never, never has he taken that bandana off. Even when they kissed he would tell her to shut her eyes and she would obey, respecting his privacy. When they made love the lights would be off or she would be blindfolded. His face was a mystery that she always wanted to solve.

She imagined the say he showed her his face they would be watching a sunset. Or maybe laying underneath the star in a romantic setting. But now… It’s different. She doesn't want to see him. Not now, not like this. He was dying and this was a desperate attempt to extend his life. This was the end.

“Maddox…” Y/n sniffles. Her vision blurs as tears cascade down her cheeks. She knows this is the end for them. She can feel it.

The woman’s hands go behind his head as she shakily unties the burgundy bandana. And when she takes it off what she sees has her crying even harder.

He’s gorgeous. This is the face of her husband.

“Why Maddox? Why does the first time I have to see you also have to be the last?” Her voice cracks as she stuffs the wound with the bandana.

He smiles and for the first time she can see it. His cracked lips, stubble of facial hair, his crooked nose from being broken so many times, and the scar above his top lip.

“I love ya’ Y/n.” Is all he says in reply. His hand comes up to cradle her cheek. “I need you to do one last thing for me..” He takes her hands in his one hand as the other holds the cloth to his wound.

“Anything… I’ll do anything for you.”

“Run far away baby… Run away from here and don’t look back. Don’t come back for me.” Maddox peeks over top the bar counter they’re and sees the bounty hunters about to enter the saloon they’re hiding in.

Y/n bites her lip as she shakes her head back and forth. “I’m not leaving you! I can’t! You can’t die, I need you! You’re..”

Y/n freezes. She wants to say it but she can’t. Not now, not when he’s going to die.

“You’re going to be a Father.”

“Y/n.” Maddox smiles. “Jasper should be outside. Get on him and get outta this town.” He brings his lips to her hand, kissing her blood stained skin.

The sobbing woman can’t bring herself to move away from him. If she leaves she will never see him again. But she has to leave, she has to survive and save their baby. It’s what he would want.

“I love you.” Y/n pulls him into a passionate kiss. One which he returns as he tries not to wince in pain.

Maddox is the first to pull away for the first time. And it only breaks her heart even more.

“Now go princess… Go live ya’ life to the fullest. And I’m… I’m sorry for killin’ your old man back then…”

Y/n stands up silently and nods. So after a full year he finally apologizes. Honestly, Y/n forgave him long ago. Was it Stockholm syndrome? Was it love? It didn't matter, her love for Maddox was true. But now he was dying... If she turns around and faces him now she’ll never want to leave.

Without facing him she lets her tears fall and hands form fists, “Goodbye Maddox. And I forgave you long ago. Back when I fell in love with you for the first time.”

She runs to the back of the saloon and leaves out the back entrance. Once the woman is outside she hears shouts from inside, along with gunfire.

“NOOO!” She screams and clenches her hair in her fists. Her vocal cords strain from her guttural scream. The pain of losing Maddox feels unbearable. She can’t feel her legs, so she drops to the dirt ground. All she can do is cry and curl up alone. The trotting sound of a horse is heard from above. Looking up she sees Jasper, Maddox’s loyal horse and best friend.

“Jasper…” She weeps. The horse looks down at his owners lover with sympathy behind his dark eyes. The animal can tell she’s in pain. He neighs and uses his nose to nudge her.

“L-Let’s go bud.” Y/n says and stands up from the ground. She gets on Jasper’s saddle and rides out of town, leaving behind the painful memories of losing Maddox. The ring on her finger has never felt so heavy.

"I help! Rosie help Mommy!" A small two year old girl says as her chubby little hands reach out towards Y/n who is carrying a pail of milk.

Y/n Graves; widow and single Mother, smiles down at her daughter. When she lost the love of her life she gave birth to a new meaning to go on. When Maddox died Y/n felt alone. She contemplated ending the pain permanently but she knew she could never do that to him and their baby. So she lived, and thank the lord she did.

The past two years were hard. Being pregnant, working a job, finding a place to live, and raising a newborn all by herself. Life was hard but that's just how it is. Being a Mother is a sacrifice that Y/n took the day she decided to keep on living after Maddox's death.

Now she has a beautiful baby girl. And her resemblance to him brought tears to the Mother's eyes.

She has his dark brown hair that almost looks black and his brown eyes that Y/n would find herself lost in. At the young age of two and a half Rosie even knew how to speak and understand English. She has her Mother's smarts and her Daddy's looks.

Rosie was a gift from Maddox, a parting gift so she wouldn't have to be alone anymore. Just thinking about how she almost killed herself and Rosie destroyed Y/n. The thoughts she had during those dark times were regrettable. She hates herself for possibly thinking such things.

"Mommy? Why sad?"

Y/n blinks a few times and doesn't even realize she was crying. Rosie tugs on her Mother's dress, big brown doe eyes creased with worry. Giggling, she wipes her tears and puts the heavy pail down. She reaches for her daughter and picks her up and holds her instead.

"Because you look just like your Daddy princess. You remind me of him and I miss him a lot." Y/n kisses Rosie's cheeks, making the little girl squeal and kick her little legs.

"Now let's finish up our chores yeah? We need to get this milk to a cool place." Y/n reaches down and grabs the pail to take it to the cellar.

"I carry it Mommy!" Rosie pouts and reaches her arms towards the pail in Y/n's hand. But the woman only laughs softly at her daughter's antics.

"It's too heavy for you baby. Besides, princesses don't do chores like this yet. Rosie's only job for now is too behave and listen to Mommy."

The little girl pauses and leans her head on her Mother's shoulder. "Okay.." She mumbles.

Sensing her daughter's sadness Y/n decides to compromise. "How about we go into town and get ice cream?"

In an instant the little girl perks up. "Really?!" She says in her baby accent; unable to pronounce the 'R' well and instead it coming out more as a 'W'.

"Yes princess. You've been good all this week so you deserve a treat."

Y/n finishes her work in the cellar with the help of her daughter. Who really was just following her around and pointing at stuff, asking what each thing was. But now that everything was done Y/n rode into town on Jasper and her daughter on her lap.

It wasn't often that the single Mother came into town. Every time she was there she could feel the stares on her and her daughter when she did bring her. And she knew why. She has a daughter yet no husband. Y/n knows what the townspeople say behind her back. Calling her a whore, trollop, and an ex prostitute. But nobody knew jack shit about her. They were all making assumptions. They didn't know her life and the pain she's been through.

Not only that but being in town just felt unsafe. The hungry stares of the men made her feel nauseous, which was why she always carried a double barrel shot gun on her back. It was her own way of silently saying "Don't fuck with me and my daughter."

Y/n tugs on the reins a little and Jasper stops in front of the ice cream parlor. She gets off of Jasper and little Rosie clings to her Mother's back as she fastens the reins to the wooden pole.

"We won't be long bud. Come on princess, let's go."

Y/n pets Jasper on the head before holding her daughters hand and taking her into the parlor. Once inside the conversation around them immediately dies down as all the patron's eyes are on Y/n and her daughter; who goes to hide behind her Mother's leg.

"Why staring Mommy?" The little girl asks. Y/n pats her hair and answers back with a reassuring smile.

"They just think your dress is pretty and can't help but look at it."

Rosie grins and giggles, her cheeks pinkening with blush.

"Now let's go get ice cream yeah? What flavor do you want?"

"Strawberry!"

Since we're in town I may as well grab a few things so I won't have to come back. After finishing our ice cream I take Rosie with me to the hardware store across the street. While in there I grab a few things from the shelves. Life shot gun shells, a new steel file, and soap.

I go up to the clerk and put my things on the counter. The old man looks at me with his usual unimpressed look, just like how any other person in this miserable town looks at me.

"Will this be all?" He asks. I nod silently and hand him the appropriate amount of cash. After bagging my things he hands me my change and I grab the paper bag.

"Come on Rosie, let's go." I say and look down by my side at Rosie. But instead of my daughter I see the hardwood floor. My heart drops to my feet.

"Rosie?" I say again and perk up, looking around the store and down the aisles. Briskly walking to the store clerk I place my things back on the counter.

"Can you watch my bag? I need to find my daughter."

The old man nods with a grunt and opens up a newspaper. I ignore his careless attitude and I practically search the whole store for Rosie. Where the hell did she go? She was right next to me! I took my eyes off her for one second and this is what happens to me? I'm a horrible Mother.

Running outside the store I approach the first person I see. A blonde woman with a green dress and matching lace parasol.

"Excuse me? Have you seen my daughter? She's about this tall and has dark brown hair. She's also wearing a white dress." My words pour out of my mouth so fast that even I can barely understand what I'm saying. But the woman only shrugs.

"I do not know. Maybe you should keep a better eye on your child and you never would have lost her."

I glare at the prissy bitch and shoulder check her as I strut past her to ask the next person if they have seen Rosie.

"I can already see the potential in her Davis. Look at those beady little eyes. She'll be beggin' to suck cock in no time."

Rosie is shaking in fear, the poor girl has no idea what's going on. One minute she was in the hardware store looking at shiny things on the shelf, the next a hand was clamped over her mouth and she was being dragged outside the back entrance. She tried to scream but the hand over her mouth was too big. She tried to fight but her body was too small and weak.

There are three men standing above her. What they are talking about? She doesn't know. But her Mother taught her that strangers were dangerous. So their intentions were bad; these men were bad news. They had her tied up and gagged, her shivering body laid curled up on the ground as she silently sniffled.

"We'll take her to Alabama. She'll go for a hefty price there. I know a guy who likes em' younger." One of the men says. The same man hacks up mucus and spits in out on the ground right next to Rosie. Making the girl whine and cry even more.

"Quit your fuckin' cryin' or I oughta' give ya' somethin' to cry bout'" The scrawniest man of the group says. But his loud voice only makes the two year old cry more.

"Fucking hell, people will hear if she keeps this shit up. Someone hit her in the back of the head an' knock her lights out."

"She looks no older than two Marty. That'll kill her you dumb oaf!"

"Then wha do we do?"

The three men bicker back and forth. Arguing about how to silence the little girl. But as the three criminals argue they don't hear the approach of footsteps. It isn't until the girl stops crying that they turn around. A man with his faced covered by a bandana has Rosie in his arms. His brown cowboy hat is tilted low, casting a dark shadow over his eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?! Put her down!" The biggest man of the trio says. He reaches for his gun but the mysterious man tuts and wags his gloved index finger back and forth at the criminal.

"I wouldn't do that if I were ya' big guy." The man holding Rosie says in his smooth, accented southern drawl. The little girl is scared stiff as she clings to the man holding her. She doesn't know what it is about this stranger but he makes her feel safe unlike the three men who made her cry.

"Don't tell us what to do. There's three of us and one of you, we oughta fill you full of lead and piss on your corpse for thinkin' you can FUCK with us!" The scrawny man draws his gun and aims it right at the masked man's head.

Rosie cries and hides her face in the stranger's neck. He rubs her back and reassures her with a gentle coo.

"You'll be okay, just trust me alright? I'll get ya back to ya Momma and Poppa."

Rosie doesn't understand what he said, but she does understand that this stranger is protecting her.

"Keep your eyes closed honey, can you do that for me?"

Rosie shuts her eyes and holds onto him tighter. Beneath his dirty red bandana the man smiles. Then he looks back at the three scum bags in front of him. He heard everything they said about the girl. All of the disgusting things about how she had "potential" and wanting to sell her.

Men like them didn't deserve to live.

"Hand over the brat you fuck-"

The masked man draws his silver revolver in the blink of an eye and cocks back the hammer. He shoots the scrawny man right between the eyes. Rosie cries out at the loud burst of gunfire but he shushes her gently as he cocks back the hammer another two times and shoots the other two men dead before they can even draw their guns or speak. The three bodies lay stark still on the ground. The life from their eyes is gone as blood pools from each of their heads.

"Burn in hell ya' nasty bastards." The mystery man walks away from the scene to go somewhere safer, the little girl still in his arms. She has her hands over her ears because of how loud the three gunshots were. But with a pat on her head from the man she lowers her hands and looks up at him.

"It's over honey. Those bad men won't touch ya' ever again." He says and sits against a tree a little bit outside of town. The little girl sits crisscross applesauce on his lap. Her chubby little hands rest on her thighs as she stares at him.

The man reaches behind her head and unties the rag around her face. Those men treated her like livestock. If not worse. Abducting a little girl and tying her up like cattle? How disgusting. Men like that didn't deserve to see the light of day.

"What's your name little girl?" He asks her. Rosie sniffles and rubs her puffy eyes.

"R-Rosie.." She stutters, still shocked from the whole ordeal.

"Hey now, no need to be scared anymore okay? I won't harm a hair on your head. And your name is really pretty. Matches ya' rosy lil cheeks." He pinches her plush cheek, making the girl smile.

"Name?" Rosie says and pokes the man's chest with a little finger.

"Maddox. Maddox Graves."

Rosie only nods. Maddox can still tell she's scared. So he asks her some questions to get her mind off things.

"How old are you?"

"Two and half."

"You got a family?"

"I have Mommy!"

"Got a Daddy?"

"Mommy said Daddy in heaven."

Maddox sighs when the girl says she doesn't have a Father. Growing up Maddox didn't have a Father figure either. He only had his Mother who worked tooth and nail to provide for him when he was younger. It was a shame she died of tuberculosis. He was only 16 when she passed. And after her death he was born a new man. When his Mother died so did Manuel Gonsalez. And he was reborn Maddox Graves, the west's most feared gunslinger and outlaw.

"My Daddy's in heaven too Rosie. But my Daddy was a bad man, he had it comin' to him."

Rosie looks at Maddox with a sympathetic expression. Though she couldn't see his face she could see his eyes under the shadow of his hat. He seemed... hurt.

"Married?" Rosie asks him. She sees his eyes crease. He's smiling.

"Yeah, to the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Where she?"

"I don't know honey. I'm looking for her. I hope I find her.."

Maddox stiffles a gasp when the little girl suddenly hugs him. Her little arms go around his neck. It's been years since he was last shown any affection. the last person to give him a hug was Y/n. This little girl just had no idea how much her warm embrace meant to the man. He hugs her back and shuts his eyes, letting his years long guard down. Maddox parts from the hug and pats Rosie's head.

Maddox goes to ask the girl another question but the feeling of a cold hard object on the back of his head makes him pause. The outlaw doesn't flinch at the familiar feeling of a barrel of a gun being pressed against his head.

"You have three seconds to get your filthy hands off my little girl." Y/n growls out, her finger on the trigger of her double barrel shotgun. But Maddox feels his heart skip a beat when he hears the little girl's Mother's voice. How badly he wants to turn around and confirm his suspicion. But the slightest movement on his behalf may result in his brains being splattered onto the grass.

"Mommy!" Rosie squeals and jumps off Maddox's lap, making him wheeze and cradle his gut.

Rosie runs to Y/n and hugs her leg. Tears form in the eyes of the distressed Mother. She drops her gun and falls to her knees to embrace her daughter in return, completely forgetting about the man.

"Oh princess you had me worried sick! What happened?! Who is this man? Did he hurt you?"

Rosie shakes her head back in forth and parts from the hug. "He saved me Mommy! From bad men!"

Y/n feels her heart squeeze in pain. She couldn't even protect her own daughter, let alone keep an eye on her. Instead a stranger had to save her. Speaking of the stranger, Y/n looks up and sees the man standing above her and her daughter. They make eye contact and the man's brown eyes widen as Y/n's lips part. Something about him is familiar.

"Thank you for-"

"Princess?" He says in utter disbelief.

Y/n feels her words get caught in her throat at the oh so familiar pet name. Only one man has ever called her that.

"Maddox?"

The outlaw removes his bandana. A scar, stubble, and crooked nose. The same face Y/n saw before she ran out of that saloon years ago. He drops to his knees and pulls his wife into a tight embrace. His long search for his wife has finally come to an end.

"My wife, my beautiful beautiful wife. Mmm I was searching every end of the country for you. I thought you were gone forever." Maddox buries his face into her neck and inhales her familiar lavender scent. Even her skin has the same softness it had years ago.

Y/n though, is silent. She doesn't return the embrace her long lost husband gives her. Her mind and heart are racing. It's like she's witnessing a paranormal encounter with a ghost. If this is a trick then it is a cruel one. That wound should have killed him. But no, he survived and came back to her. After about three years he returns looking more alive than ever.

"I thought you died..." Y/n utters softly. Her eyes are wide with shock as tears form from her tear ducts. Hesitantly, she hugs him back. Arms moving slowly up his back she rests her hands on the blades of his shoulders and sinks her body into his. The two are like snakes, their bodies constricting and melting into each others warmth.

"I got you sweetheart, I got you. Just let it out princess. Everything's gonna be okay." Maddox soothingly coos and rubs her back as her tears finally fall. A shrill cry leaves the depths of Y/n's soul. Her hands grip the fabric of his jacket. She's afraid if she let's go he'll die again.

But no. He never died. He survived, and he's here in her arms. All her sacrifices have led her to this moment. In the end, living was worth it.

"Mommy?"

Y/n blinks the tears from her eyes and looks to her daughter who stands there with the hem of her dress in her tiny fists. The little girl looks like she wants to cry too.

"Why crying?" She asks in a wobblily tone. Y/n smiles and pulls her daughter in with her and Maddox's embrace.

"Mommy's just happy that Daddy came back from heaven."

Rosie's brown eyes light up with wonder. The man who saved her is her Father? She opens her arms as wide as she can and hugs Maddox with all her two year old might. However Maddox is frozen.

"She's... she's mine?" He whispers.

Y/n nods. "Mhm... I had her eight months after I ran out of that saloon. She's about to turn three."

Maddox's jaw is on the floor. Not only has he found his wife but he has a little girl too? His heart hurts at the thought of Y/n going through the pain of pregnancy and childbirth all alone. The outlaw looks down at the little girl. And he looks to Y/n for silent permission and she nods with a light chuckle.

"She's your daughter, you can hug her silly."

And with that the Father hugs his little girl close to his chest. He doesn't even know that he's crying right now. And he doesn't care, all he cares about are his two girls right in front of him. Nothing matters anymore except for this. He isn't going to run anymore, he's tired of running. Running is what made him lose everything in the first place. Running is how he lost Y/n. And he never wants to lose his wife again. Especially not when he has a daughter too.

It's time to settle down and raise his family. Maddox never considered having a family before, let alone no longer being an active criminal. But for Y/n? He'd walk on glass through the depths of hell.

"I'm never leaving you alone ever again, you hear me?" He says in a firm tone to Y/n, his eyes piercing into her own. "We're gonna be a family. No more running baby, I promise."

He pulls his wife in by the back of her neck and kisses her passionately. This moment was one he would photograph into his memory; his daughter in his arms and his lips on his wife's.

Being a Father was NOT something Maddox thought he would ever be. Hell, he’s Maddox fucking Graves, the most threatening man in the west. A guy like him raising a kid? Yeah it’s unimaginable.

He’ll never admit it but fatherhood scares him. And nothing scares him (well except for losing Y/n again.) because he’s just that damn tough! Or so he thought.

Rosie is a little bundle of joy. She’s smart, funny, and damn fast. Too fast.

How did Y/n raise her all on her own!? It’s like the girl wants to die or something because why is she always getting into shit!?

“Rose! Get ya’ little mitts out of the knife drawer!”

“Hey! Jesus Christ kid you’re gonna kill yourself if you get too close to the edge of that cliff!”

“You’re giving Daddy a heart attack sweet pea. I just got ya, ya can’t leave me yet.”

Y/n has been through so much so he never asks her for help when it comes to little Rosie. He can figure it all out on his own no problem. Maddox is a man so he’s the tough guy of the house. There isn’t anything Y/n can do that he can’t do.

However…

“Y/n! Rosie done gone and crapped herself!”

Loves kissing Rosie’s cheeks. They’re so chubby! Maddox is so happy that his little girl is healthy and happy.

Rosie may have his looks but she has her Mommy’s smile and attitude. It’s adorable.

Now back to Maddox and Y/n…

They’ve been separated for nearly three years. So their relationship dynamic has changed a little bit.

No more lone wolf outlaw Maddox. No, he’s putty in his wife’s hand. Meanwhile Y/n has grown more independent over the years having raised Rosie and gotten a job all by herself.

Maddox needs her by his side 24/7. He’ll get grumpy at the idea of her leaving. He doesn’t want a repeat of the past either. Just the thought of Y/n not being within his vicinity makes him worry.

“I gotta go into town and grab some food.”

“Huh? Why’s that? We gotta garden princess! Whatchu need food from there for when we have all that we need here?”

Don’t think for a second that Maddox isn’t a yandere anymore just because he’s a girl Dad now. Nope, nada, zilch.

He won’t hesitate to kill anyone who poses as a threat to his family.

Maddox was crazy for Y/n before but now he’s outright insane. He’s just really good at hiding it. And he’s also insanely over protective of Rosie.

“I was thinking, maybe we can send Rosie to the school house when she turns th-”

“Absolutely not.”

“Huh? Why not? She needs an education Maddox.”

“I will not have my daughter be around those nasty town boys. No way in fuckin’ hell is that happening. We’ll home school her.”

“Aww you’re so cute when you’re protective!”

In the end Maddox ended up enrolling Rosie into school later on because he had no idea how to explain Mathematics to her.

MAN this was a long one. Sorry for any grammar mistakes, my phone buggy as hell 😩

[strongheartneteyam]

Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

Pairing: Lo'ak Sully x female!human!reader

CW: infidelity, Lo'ak yearning for reader, sexual content, clingy Lo'ak, TRIGGER WARNING for sensitive themes, Lo'ak's cock against reader's thigh, a lot of angst, jealous Lo'ak, heartbroken reader, use of "princess" and "babygirl", mentions of sexual fluids, reader feels like she's not pretty enough after being cheated on, confessions of love, neck kissing and licking, dirty talk, sexual language

Synopsis: Lo'ak fell for you at first sight but you only had eyes for Neteyam, so, when he started having feelings for you too, you became Neteyam's mate. Now things are different, Neteyam is cheating on you but you're pretending you don't have a clue about his rendezvous with the na'vi girl he's seeing behind your back. You are close friends with Lo'ak and he's the only person you told about Neteyam's infidelity and now, Lo'ak just won't let this opportunity go without trying to finally claim you to himself.

So... I think this feels a bit incomplete but I had this idea haunting my mind like crazy until I surrendered and wrote it down lol Tell me what u guys think in the comments 🥲 I love y'all a lot <3

Lo'ak is aged up.

Slighty proofread.

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My husband's gone, don't need to worry

Take you upstairs to the swan bed

Let you fuck me hard as you can

The next time he kisses me, want him to taste red ruby lips

And the love we made and the lemonade

So come on over and give it to me

Lemonade (Nicole Dollanganger)

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"Eywa, baby, I've always wanted you... since the first time I saw you, I wanted you, pretty human... But he took from me any chance I had of trying to make you mine. He was faster than I was." Lo'ak talked about Neteyam as he ran his hands through your body and kissed your neck, his big body pressed against yours, clinging to you, so needy, his weight and body heat comforting you, giving you exactly what you needed right now. You were feeling broken, unlovable and not so sexy as you used to feel before. That's what getting cheated on by the man you loved did to you and your self steem.

Lo'ak's melancholic and full of pain cooing filled the air as you felt your heart hurt, feeling that you were doing something so wrong but you still couldn't stop yourself from letting Lo'ak's love cover you finally. You always knew he wanted you, it had always been obvious. He was not very good at hiding his feelings. His whole family - Neteyam included - knew he was in love with you.

But he always respected his older brother and you were Neteyam's mate, he had made you his before Lo'ak could even try to. He understood he couldn't anyway. Lo'ak saw how your eyes shone the first time you saw Neteyam, your shyness not letting you look at him too much so he wouldn't notice your interest while you still didn't know if he was interested in you too. That broke Lo'ak's heart. He already felt like he lived in his brother's shadow in almost everything in his life and now Neteyam was taking the girl he loved from him too. Great.

But when Neteyam cheated on you and left you feeling alone and broken-hearted, Lo'ak knew that was his chance and he would not let it go.

Lo'ak just couldn't believe it when he leaned in sheepishly to kiss you, his hands cold and his heart beating painfully fast, and you kissed him back eagerly instead of pushing him away.

Now you were under him.

"Now I can finally touch you, baby... Be with you, fuck you... I can't believe it, princess... I want you so much... " You could feel his cock against your thigh, so deliciously big, thick and hard as a rock too. "You never belonged with him. You always belonged with me, baby. And I'm gonna make you mine now if you let me, babygirl... make you mine forever. I need you so much. I love you so much. I can be better than him. I can fuck you better than he used to."

He was making you so wet. You were feeling needed again. And you wanted him too. He was so hot, his body so toned and beautiful. He wasn't as tall as Neteyam but you didn't mind because, as you were human, he still towered over you like crazy. You had always felt attracted to him and now there was nothing pulling you away from him. Neteyam had broken any vows of love and fidelity you had ever made to each other. You wanted Lo'ak and you were gonna let him have you all the way. He was making you feel alive again and you knew he loved you.

"Five fingers, not four. You're perfect for me. And I'm perfect for you." Lo'ak moaned these words for you as he intertwined his big, slender fingers with your tiny in comparison ones "My perfect human mate. You don't think bad of me for not being fully na'vi like they do." He licked your neck and slightly bit the skin there, his fangs making you feel a rush of an indescribably good feeling coming through your whole being.

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[lilacella]

any thoughts on what prongsfoot would be like if they got to grow old together?

Ohhh fun!😊😊

This got a bit long and rambly and beware of mentions of old people dying (very peacefully after a long life!!).

send me prongsfoot asks

Well I definitely think they would have some sort of crazy crafts room in their house. It's probably a fixer-upper home anyways because these two old men love tinkering around on stuff! They would be the kind of weird, but adorable old gay couple in the village. Sirius would drive them around on his chopper, James would sit in the side-car, both wearing these old-timey goggle-helmet combinations (or maybe just James and Sirius has a normal one, I can't decide which version is funnier). Sirius would wear a leather vest that says "Hot Dog" on the back. James made that for their anniversary ages ago.

James is teaching the local Quidditch (or Football if it's a muggle au) team with great joy, eventhough his back doesn't allow him to play himself anymore, and Sirius will sometimes show up watching, eating his snack and be mildly amused but mostly enamoured by his husbands vigorous instructions and occasionally point him out to the watching parents beside him and say "That's my husband."

He's very proud of him.

Prongsfoot is in tune from the very beginning but by now they know each-other so well and are so firm in their routines as a couple that they have basically merged into one person. This may sound awful to many people but they are very happy!

They often stay awake til late at night and on clear nights they sit outside on their garden chairs, watching the stars. Everytime James will point to Sirius and say "Look Darling, there's yours!"

And everytime Sirius will smile fondly, take a sip of his drink of the night and say "I know."

James will then proceed to name all the stars for Sirius and Sirius will not look at where he's pointing at all - he knows the nightsky well enough, he'd rather watch the sparkle in James' eyes as he goes off about planetary constellations and the boundaries of the milkyway and about how he doesn't care about all that impressive and terrifying vastness out there because he's got his whole world down here with him, in his garden, in the chair beside him.

Then Sirius will call him a terrible sap and kiss him tenderly.

They'll spend sunny evenings counting each others wrinkles and grey hairs, take the mornings as easy and slow as they like - but sometimes one of them has a silly, but genius idea, and they have to get to it right now!

Then they will rush (with the bike of course) to the local university (or magical equivalent), storm the lab - they know them there already as respected elders - and experiment.

Sometimes it works first try. Sometimes they blow things up. And then try again until it works. At any rate, they are having a blast.

As they get older and grey hairs get replaced by white, James starts dreading climbing into the side car because of that one time he couldn't get back out and Sirius doesn't trust his eyesight enough to drive anymore anyways so they take the bus around town - going no defined place, just driving around eating sweets and watching the people and streets pass by. They pick out a nice spot at the local graveyard under a pretty tree. It's a double grave because no way they will let anything get between them even in death.

"You're not allowed to die first," Sirius will say and James will laugh.

"I would never do that to you! We already discussed this seventy years ago Sirius. We'll die in our sleep, at the same time. That's how it will go!"

Then they laugh, knowing that chances for that are slim and that eventually one of them will have to deal with the grief of loosing their soul mate. Neither of them wants to imagine that. It seems so impossible.

The nice spot on the graveyard spends many years waiting for them. Winters in which they watch the snow fall by the pond, Summers where they rest on the bed with the windows wide open, fingers barely touching. On one day in autumn, neither of them wakes up.

One of their friends from the village will come check on them later and find them holding eachother. They look peaceful. Just like they're sleeping.

In the end the universe let them keep their promise.

[lemotmo]

Any thoughts on the podcast?

Okay, just to show you how incredibly 'out of the loop' with fandom I am these days, this is the question that popped into my head first:

What podcast?

(Work is crazy right now. I have probably slept about 4 hours this weekend, so I'm literally existing on fumes. And I'm not done yet. I have at least two more crazy days to go.😬)

A quick stroll through my dash and a walk through Twitter immediately showed me a podcast with Ryan. Curious as I am, I watched it and quickly understood what kind of interview this was going to be when the interviewer asked Ryan if he could say a prayer.

I'm not a religious person myself. I grew up Catholic, but when I was 14 or 15 I just told my parents I didn't feel comfortable going to church anymore, so they agreed I could stay at home while they went. These days my mom has given up on religion as well. My dad is the only one still practising, but very casual. I think he just finds value in the tradition and routine of it.

Anyway, I have nothing against people praying. Did I find it odd for a podcast? Yes, but whatever. The interview was obviously also very Catholic and so is Ryan so if they feel better saying a prayer, that's cool I guess. I don't mind.

The interview itself was quite interesting. I did feel like the interviewer wasn't very good at her job, because some of those questions weren't thought out very well and most of the time she wasn't even looking at Ryan. She kept staring at her questions. But Ryan's answers were thoughtful and interesting.

Now... does that mean that I agreed with everything he (and especially the interviewer) said in the podcast? No, decidedly not. He has some core values I do agree with, but there's also some opinions I disagree with.

And you know what? That is okay. It's okay to think differently as long as you are respectful about it, which he was.

I found myself intrigued with his answers, even if I didn't agree with all that was said. But he explained his point of view calm and clearly, which I appreciate.

I like listening to people who have some fundamentally different opinions than me, because that is the only way to learn about the world and people around us.

I liked how he opened up about his failed marriage and how it changed him and his role as a father. I looooved how you can see his love for his kids shine through. I loved how he shared that he's staying celibate for now to kind of find self-love and self-worth again. Good for him! I love how he talked with respect about women and how much he values them. It makes me wish I could sit down with him one day to pick his brain, because I'm intrigued by him and this deeper philosophical side he has.

However, I fundamentally disagree with the viewpoint that a woman's worth can only be measured in what she means to a man or what she can offer a man, which was kind of implied during the conversation he had with the interviewer at the end of the interview.

A woman's worth -to me- is the choice to be whoever she wants to be.

If she wants to devote her life to a husband and kids? Fine. Great. Good for her! If this is where she finds value in life? Who am I to disagree.

But... if she chooses her career over a marriage? If she decides to become a single mom by choice (like me)? If she decides to get married, have kids and still have a career? If she decides that the single life is the best life ever? If she decides that she needs to travel the world on her own? Fine. Great. Good for her! If this is where she finds value in life? Who am I to disagree?

Women do not need a relationship (with a man or woman) to become all they are meant to be. It is okay to be single. It is okay to have lots of sex. It is okay to have no sex. It is okay to want children. It is okay to not want children. It is okay to want to have a career. It is okay to not want to have a career. It's all okay. The right way isn't fixed. the right way is the road a woman herself decides to follow in life. No interference by anyone.

It's her decision and no woman should ever be judged for that.

So, I don't know what you expected me to say here Nonny. I hope I didn't disappoint. But yeah, I'm okay with this interview. The guy is entitled to his own opinions and ideas, like we all are. It's a free world.

Truthfully though, I'm not that invested in the actors' personal lives. I like the bts they make, the photoshoots they do, the 911 interviews... basically everything that has to do with 911. But their actual personal lives? Meh... you know? They're just ordinary people with their own opinions and problems, just living their lives, like you and me. 🤷‍♀️

I'm much more interested in Eddie Diaz to be honest. 🌈😉

[empty-like-my-soul]

IM BACK IN THE FREAKING BUILDING

do y'all ever think about the survivors of Evo/the Evo collapse and what happened to them

And when I say survivors, I don't mean the guys that got trapped in a death game time loop I mean like. The guys who basically got away unscathed. Like, what happened to Zee? What happened to Salem? What happened to Tom, or Mini? What happened to Netty??

I find this line of thought really interesting, so I prepared some headcannons based on how their channels are doing. Also I'm anxious so I'm including this disclaimer: THESE ARE ALL HEADCANNONS SO THEY'RE NOT TO BE INTERPRETED AS CANON. I DON'T KNOW WHAT EXPLANATION THERE IS IN CANNON, IF THERE IS ANY. Also Netty is still Martyn's wife in my Evo headcannon verse because I love her and Martyn is a convenient stepping stone

So first, let's start with the most boring: Salem is dead. I'm sorry Salem lovers, but her last video published is Evo and I can't find anything else. She died during the tragedy, it was inevitable for at least one person to die during that anyway. o7 Salem, gone too soon.

Next, Tom(ohawk) just kinda... fell off the face of the earth. Salem was one of his friends, same with Grian, who was taken, and in his grief he let himself loose contact with the others. He wasn't all that social anyway, so going off the grid wasn't hard at all. Nowadays he's doing... Something. I'm not sure what, but I'm sure that's just the way he would like it. He knows nothing about the rekidnapping or whatever.

Third, Zee buries himself in his work to try and ignore the problem. He keeps on inventing things, working on projects, and doing scientific testing at an almost frantic rate. He's burning himself out, surely, but it's better to die creatively than to think about what happened. Workoholic man who honestly terrifies me.

Fourth, Mini goes out and makes new friends. He needs a support system, but he can't bear to think about his old friends anymore after that. So he makes new friends, and only partially works though his grief. He regrets leaving them behind but he's happier now, and isn't that all that matters?

Fifth, and finally, Netty. She makes the great choice of staying, coping, and grieving with her best friend and her husband (Jimmy and Martyn respectively). It's going well, and they're making great, if non-linear, progress on their healing journey. There are always bad days, but together, they work through it. And then Martyn and Jimmy get re-kidnapped, and she's alone. She notifies the proper authorities, tells Martyn's old yogscast friends, and tries to find them. After about a year, everyone gives up. She tries to keep hope but it's lost all too easily every day they don't come back. She eventually manages to move on and live her life despite everything that happened to her. Whatever happens afterwards happens.

Anyway, that's all I have. At least, until the 21st... Hehehe

[let1zya]

Okay, so I wrote a short fanfic about Polites and Odysseus from EPIC:the musical and wanted to share it. I apologize if it's not great, I got inspired by a fanfic a I've seen on tiktok about Odysseus meeting his mother's ghost in the Underworld. I hope you enjoy!! 💗((:

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The king of Ithaca left the house of his former best friend,his eyes lowered. The sun setting just as his youngest comrade's mother gently told him she wanted to be left alone.Odysseus reluctantly agreed,he knew what it felt like and althought it wasn't easy,he had to respect her wishes. Grief was a beast and he couldn't let his presence disrupt the woman's way of dealing with it all.The poor woman reminded him so deeply of his own mother. He shed a tear as he looked at the now orange sky...just another thing that Polites would have loved and that he could no longer enjoy. Telling Polites' mother her sweet life-filled boy had perished so unfairly was one of the hardest thing he'd ever done,just as heartbreaking as telling Ctimene her husband was unfortunately not coming home to greet her. Despite how much his heart had sunk and his voice had grown broken letting those horrible words finally be heard,shattering both his sister's and Polites' mother world,there was nothing he could do except console them, wishing as hard as he could that he could shoulder both pains, he was ready to let his sense of grief grow if it meant their heart could find even the littlest peace. The king of Ithaca had no power over the will of the gods,that was something he had to come to terms with over the course of his journey back to his homeland. His mind flodded with thoughts even as he finally lied on the wedding bed, to rest near his wife. Even something he'd waited so patiently to finally experience,could not put is mind and heart totally at ease after that hard day. He heard a sound,like a delicate wind breeze...

"Telemachus,my boy," he called gently,quietly turning away from his wife to see if his boy needed anything.

He knew he was all grown up,no longer the small infant he remembered holding in his arms and rocking, but now that he'd finally come back after twenty long years, he wanted to make up for the time lost anyway he could, all the times the boy needed him and he wasn't there.

His eyes widened as he saw that it wasn't his son who was standing at the entrance of the door.It was a curly-haired blue-ish figure,it...it was...Polites...

Just as Odysseus opened his mouth to say something,the ghost gestured him to be quiet and follow him.The grey-bearded man got up,the queen of Ithaca must have heard him.

"Ody, is everything all right?" she asked,not turning to face him.

"Yes,my love. I just need to get some air,that's all." he said softly.

Penelope hummed and fell asleep again.

Odysseus followed his best friend's ghost outside the palace and, when the ghost finally nodded, he began speaking.

"Polites," he started, still at a loss for words.

"My friend," Polites said,a soft smile adorning his face, "You've made it."

"Yes," Odysseus replied, "I've made it.You...you have no idea how much I'm glad to see you," his eyes were now beginning to fill with tears, all the day's events taking a toll on him, at last, "I have...missed you so much. Everyone has."

"Oh,Ody...my-my mother...is she still alive...how is she?" Polites asked kindly.

"I," he stated, chocking back a sob, "I broke the news to her today..."

The young man's expression morphed, becoming somewhat sad but still compassionate, he'd understood the motif behind his captain's weird state, "Don't worry, my friend" he said,smiling, "I'll visit her and console her. I'm sure that will lessen her pain."

"I...I'm sure it will," the king smiled,wiping his tears away.

"Thank you,my friend," Polites replied, "I think it's best if I let you go back to your wife and your little boy...oh well, your grown-up boy, I should say."

"He reminds me a lot of you,you know?" Ody smiled softly.

Polites smiled widely, "Thank you, I'm very glad."

Both men exchanged a glance before the younger one finally spoke.

"Goodbye for now,Captain." His former comrade saluted him.

"Bye, Polites." He smiled as he watched the ghost fade away.

He turned to look at the now filled with stars sky before sighing in relief and finally got back to his bedroom, at last being able to close his eyes and get some sleep.

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Tags: @rice-cake-teen10 @hypermoonlover

[storiesbyastrocraft]

Don't yall love when I disappear for months? Just broke up with my partners so I will have time to write now!

Anyways- here me out!

AU where the Junior Deputy leaves at the beginning of the game and God gives Joseph a new prophecy for when the world will collapse.

Between behind the scene deals with the national guard and inquisitive cult members— whose loyalty has only grown since the 'defeat' of those who came to take the Seed family— Joseph's siblings hadn't expected to hear much from the leader of Eden's Gate after their return to their respective regions. Yet, once again, they stood before him, awaiting the newest prophecy.

"God has given me great news, my family," The setting sun cast a glorious halo around Joseph as he spoke, making him appear holier than normal. John stifled a laugh at the thought. What wouldn't his brother give to be that much closer to the almighty? "We are to fill Eden's Gate with blood of our own. Our family will be royalty and we will soon be equipped with everything we need to continue our bloodline."

"Unless you mean to tell me God is gonna magic up some babies for us," Jacob looked over his siblings with an eager glint in his eyes. "I'd think you are saying we are getting some wives. Er- Wives and a husband."

John looked over to Faith, lips taught as she toyed with the lace edges of her dress. John reached out for her hand, feeling her tenseness only grow even as she allowed his touch. He thought back to when he first met the latest girl Joseph called Faith. She was different than the others, John knew then she would survive, but he had no clue how much it would take from her. Sometimes, in moments like this, he could see past her bliss-filled facade. He could see that girl again.

"A group of lost souls will find their way to Falls End, we must be vigilant. God is adamant there that nothing will stop us from what is rightfully ours, but too much influence from the rebellion will make things… difficult." Joseph raised an arm to his youngest brother, eyes filled with the same determination John had seen time and time again. "John will keep watch on the town. If anyone new shows up, anyone you don't instantly recognize, radio us immediately." Determination turned cold as Joseph pulled his youngest brother to meet him, "Don't head into town on your own. God has shown me what to expect for Jacob and Faith. Your situation is delicate, you are being given a stubborn spirit to match your own. Eden's Gate will not prosper until we have done what God requires."

"What does he require?"

"When it is time for you to know his plans, I will share that information with you. With all of you. But for now, we must wait." Joseph led his siblings to the door of the modest church, cool mountain air filling the room as he threw open the doors. "Now go, our family is coming."

Feat. John having an internal struggle with past lovers and not knowing what to expect from his spouse to be. Possibly worried that this is all a test for his 'ungodly' bisexuality. Some internal doubt of his bisexuality because he is having a bit of a breakdown not knowing if a male or female partner would make him feel better, then BOOM non-binary partner for John.

Faith being worried about being manipulated and this all being too much for her, probably has sworn herself off of men. Ends up with a lovely girl.

Probably an ABO story because lets be real, its Me. (Seeds are all Alphas of course) And lots of x reader smut because I am very self indulgent. Reader switches between love interests because I love all the Seeds <3

Update | Part 1 (WIP)

[happypotato48]

Century of Love EP 3-4 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts

Ok ok ok we're going fast baby! need to catch up so i can start doing this weekly.

Kanom krok! if any of ya'll ever coming to Thailand you better get this dessert. imo it's the best Thai street food. i'm not fond with the ones that has corn in them, but for real the green onions ones are heavenly.

Best advice in bl ever grandma. yeah fuck them hoes whose only judged you for your past mistakes and social status.

Tit-bit about thai nickname trend. people who only has two kids usually named their two kids to rhyme and/or in similar theme. for an example Nammon (holy water) Namhom (scented water.)

This is a BL alright :)

the three (generations) stooges. god i loved this family so much.

This is the sexiest scene in all of the recent Thai BLs. fight me, this man brush work got me more work up than butt naked sex scenes. anyways i'm calling dibs on this man he's my future husband and non of you bitches can have him!

Yeah as much it is ashamed for me to admit this but i can only count to ten in mandarin.

Gramp you already had sex dreams about this boy. also the heaven don't give no shit about two men getting married. it's the dinosaurs that you have to be worry about.

The OG Y girl Nu Wa striked agian.

One bad choice and your life is ruined. i related to that.

One class solidarity flashback and this man is ready down to clown, respect.

I know this scene is suppose to be funny but like i'm trash so... berate me more Daddy!

Dashing! so since the marriage equality bill passed i've been start thinking about my own hopefully one day will happen wedding. and yeahhhh i'm a basic bitch i probably going to wear black but after seeing this maybe red is not a bad choice. still need to find a man first tho.

What did i said! our girl Nu Wa is the OG!

Another bad choice to be make, that's life i guess.

And now to EP 4!

I wish i have the audacity of this boy. it's very inspiring to be this shameless.

Ok i love this homophobic grandpa. idk why but i don't feel bothered by a homophobic lead in this show contrast to other older Thai BLs.

Noooo you hurts my baby old man! although bloody noise Tao is kinda turn me on.

Food!!!

I don't care i support this boy very bad choice in saving his grandma. this baby and his grandma deserved the world.

My heart! ahhhhhhh!!!!

*incoherent noise* Gay love is indeed magical.

I will kill you motherfucker. classist pig.

+1 Point for show up for the wedding - 1 point for not beliving your friends outlandish BL nonsense.

Hell yeah, this shit alway bothered me in vempire show.

Danm this boy is jacked! i support (as long as they're not straving themselves) twink death for all BL actors.

This show is bonker lol i loved it.

Hi uncle Suchat.

Yesss finally some good god danm Thai BL. these two EPs is so good, i loved the silly bickering between our leads but also how the emotional stuff are very much not overshadowed by all of the sillyness. i'm very much invested in Wee's quest to save his grandma and the genuine budding romance that started to bubbly up cause of the mutual cares and empathy that the leads has for each other. i'm having a great time with this show and i can't wait for this week EPs.

[sneckoil]

ok so i haven't watched housemd since i was a kid and just finished s1 and i am just. why is cameron written like that. genuinely her thing with house had me so completely lost this season. feels like a waste of a great actress but?? maybe I'm wrong?? she just feels so. empty as a character to me. regardless i would love to know what your opinion is on the character bc from what i remember it doesn't get better from here

I dont blame you ban-joey and I really appreciate your courage to send this off anon. We probably have the same experience. I watched house as a kid too (when I was 14, like 10 yrs ago) and hated her for being contrarian and inconsistent and in the way. But since then i’ve looked inward and found i was imposing double standards wrought by internalized misogyny. Anyway.

My opinions on cameron:

Number 1, if i were her i would shoot my shot with house too. excuse me. as if most of us on here are not just twenny… thirty somethings pining after old men. happily going on a monster truck date? getting a date in return for the old man to have me back on my team? Yeah. I respect the hustle. fuck that old man or whatever. marry him when he’s sick. phantom thread him

Number 2, liking Cameron is easy once you accept. That she is really really really not normal. I know this may be something you already know. But internalize it. She says something righteous but it doesnt mean that that is her defining trait. There is something so deeply wrong with her. I know you’re still on season 1 and Yes she Gets Worse but if you are working with the same lens as i am (that there’s something WRONG with her) then everything that happens makes sense. [spoilers] Of course youre only attracted to people when they’re sick and dying. Of course your reaction to being told youre boring is getting high on your patient’s drugs a few weeks away from your HIV test results. Of course you wanted to cheat on your dying husband with his best friend who comforted you while your husband was dying but you didn’t and you still haven’t after the fact he died. Of course you kept your dead husband’s sperm. Of course you wanted to kill a dictator but didnt, and then got pissed at your husband who Did kill him, a husband you actually felt nothing for and was hesitant to even let propose to you [/end spoilers] she’s so funny. If she were a guy they’d call her a messy bitch and love her for it. she has uncategorizable mental illnesses masking as a savior complex.

Number 3, you’re right about the emptiness on some level though. They wanted to write her out of the show and they did her so bad. And I’d say yeah she’s inconsistent as a character, but that goes for Everyone in this show. House isn’t consistent. Wilson isn’t consistent. None of them are consistent. Cameron is only as well-written as the writer who knows how to write her. I’ve suspected the only reason i hated her when I was 14 was she got in the way of hilson. But nowadays that stuff is so unserious to me. All i care about now is messy people being messy about other people

Number 4, she compels me. I like that she’s interesting. I don’t like most of her decisions, I disagree with her the most, but it’s interesting. She’s fun to Watch. She’s no Foreman (that guy is a case study in layers of character depth but that’s for another ramble) but that’s more than i can say for her than someone like, say, Chase LMAO

That being said if you dont like cameron then that’s fine 👍 we live in a society etc etc

I end with this (thank you jackie for putting this image on my feed)

[unrealistic-ideas-for-writers]

Some Beneath the Sands Quest Rambles!

Featuring my wife being the biggest brain :3

Below the cut will be spoilers for potential plot points for the Beneath the Sands project, so if you’re a reader and not actively participating, you may want to scroll :3

AIGHT!

So my wife and I were being silly goofy and having a lil picnic for my birthday Saturday night (wheee)

And she read through the Beneath the Sands prelude for the first time and had so many great questions???

What’s the Alliance? What’s the Citadel?

Where was Dahlia during the entire prelude? Who is her husband??? Is Caladin’s Clan usually present in the Citadel? Is the clan compound there?

Did Dahlia die?

And so this very quickly segwayed into some very fucked up and also mellow lore???

So here’s some technical-ish terms I’ll probably use in the future and some loose answers to the Qs above^^

The Alliance and Citadels

Within this desert nation, multiple Clans came together to form a series of strongholds in the face of the Lament, often referred to as Citadels. While most people reside within small villages outside Clan compounds, Citadels are centers of trade and military power.

For instance, the Sunstrider Knight Order that Caladin leads. They are stationed at a Citadel and live 24/7 in the barracks there.

(Also, really in need of some Clan name ideas because it is driving me insane.)

Where was Dahlia?

If everyone remembers (or not) Dahlia is matriarch of their Clan, and due to being blinded during an “accident”, she often remains in the Clan compound and away from the frontlines

Both she and Cal are in the direct line of succession, but the Clan is Matriarchal.

Who is her husband??

Not sure yet :3

He’s going to be an odd man, me thinks

Very wiry and mischievous??? He gives fox vibes and I don’t even know what he looks like yet

I do know he’s an enabler and that fact will be important later

Is Caladin’s Clan usually present in the Citadel? Is their Clan compound there?

Nope! As stated above, most clansmen that aren’t scientists, merchants, or active duty military rarely venture to the Citadels!

Did Dahlia die?

Definitely not. She did not die during the prelude. In fact, my wife came up with some very cool and fucked up ideas on what to do with her and her husband as characters!

I’ll put a poll below with a few options on what we were thinking :3

Alrighty! Poll will have a few options with their respective explanations below, if it all fits :3

Please keep in mind that I have not fully flushed out Dahlia’s character, so it will not match up with what I’ve written so far. In fact I’d say all options are a complete 180 for her based off what’s been written.

Preserves herself in time

This idea is very loosely based because we very quickly thought up other things :3

We know whatever the fuck that stone was is borderline lethal when resonators come in contact with it

And we know that it fucks with time

I’m not sure where I was going with this, but Mayhaps Dahlia starts research that would predate and eventually lead the Court of Savantae

Human Experimentation

Something my wife thought up :3

I love her brain

Anyways, this idea comes from the weird dynamic her and her husband could have?

Let’s say the stress of losing Caladin, someone she views as her own child, was enough to cause a mutant resonator awakening

I’d say Havoc or Glacio in this case

She already has severe burns over her eyes, what’s a Tacet mark atop that??

Anyways, the grief drives her kind of insane in this one. Her husband, even the enabler, gives her a few ideas

Something something fucking around with her forte and cloning

And now we have a mini Orochimaru kind of body stealer roaming about

Tdlr: Dahlia and her husband clone themselves and transfer their consciousness over using her forte for the next hundred something thousand years to find Caladin again

Fractsidus Founder Dahlia!

Honestly, this idea works especially well with the one above^^

I could see her doing it too- the idea that she loses her brother to a seemingly one-sided war only to awaken just like he did

To feel the difference and wonder if this was the natural course of humanity all along? To evolve faster and better

Still think the cloning thing could work

Especially if during or after the Beneath the Sands quest we get a Fractsidus encounter with Dahlia and her husband and Cal just stared at two people he’d thought of his parents and just

“What the *fuck* did you do to my sister’s body?”

He’d be enraged, obviously, especially if she tried to justify everything, her madness showing and all

I think he’d be pissed, and probably convince himself that something just stole his sister’s body

Talking with Rover about the Fractsidus’ goals after would probably send him spiraling tbh

I’m sure this barely makes sense, but also- I had to get it out there. Feel free to leave ideas for me. This is more of a Caladin thing so it’ll probably be a post-quest prompt. Anyways! I love wife time. She gives me amazing ideas :3

[iamtheratlord]

man im like genuinely so curious like whats up with toichirei? im not a hater im just confused, like whats up with you being so obsessed with it and this is totally an invitation for you to rant about it and give me a whole essay on it if you wanna

I’ll do my best to describe, I’m not too great at describing stuff. I suppose my first thought is that I like their dynamic, Reigen is this guy who’s lied and schemed his way into and out of things who believes that there’s nothing really great about him, that underneath his lies there’s nothing there for anyone to like, but he’s kind, he genuinely cares for Mob and gave Serizawa a second chance, he’s helped a ton of people, even in just small ways. But despite how many people he’s helped he’s lonely.

Toichiro is just awful, he ran claw for years, was a horrible father, a horrible husband, he never did anything good. But he realized he was wrong, about everything, after his fight with Mob. in the end he’s nothing special, and because he spent so long believing he was above others, he isolated himself. And now he’s alone, the only person who might be on his side is Shou, who believes he could do better, but even then after everything he probably doesn’t believe he deserves that second chance. 

Reigen probably, definitely, hates him at first. I mean he basically tried to kill his student, he manipulated Serizawa for years, he was terrible to Shou. of course he doesn’t like him. Now idk exactly how they’d meet again, but I do think Toichiro had an interest in Reigen from the moment he saw him, it’s not everyday a powerless man walks up to you with all the confidence he can muster, and with a gun he knows probably won’t work, and dares to shoot you with it then seconds later try to punch you. All to save one student. (well technically to stop him from taking over but still Reigen was mostly worried about Mob in that situation) He definitely earned his respect.

No matter how they meet again, I think things develop slowly, reigen grows to like him more when he sees Toichiro put genuine effort into changing. And I think toichiro appreciates reigen giving him a second chance despite his distaste for him. They’re both lonely people and that allows them to connect further. 

One thing that drives me crazy is that in a character interview for Toichiro they ask why he married his wife and he says because of her big heart, and then when I look at Reigens character profile it says that he has a kind heart, so i 100% interpret that to mean Reigen is definitely his type and he loves Reigens kind heart. But I also think that means he might feel he doesn’t deserve to be with Reigen. Someone so kind shouldn’t be with a villain like him, but everyone changes, it’s only constant in life. So maybe he has a chance. 

I also like to think of them in terms of the sun and moon dynamic, but they’re both suns. Reigen, I think of him like a nurturing sun, warm and comforting. While Toichiro is a burning inferno, a sun that burns everything it touches. But that’s a much simpler description than what i said before.

I also just think they’re cute. I love the angst of it all, the loneliness, the self loathing, n stuff, like maybe Toichiro still yearns for his wife and is just using Reigen as a distraction from her (and yet maybe he falls for him anyway). Like I love that idea, but I think the idea of a more stern and serious Toichirou with the more easygoing and silly Reigen (i know reigen has his serious moments too but compared to Toi he’s sillier)without any of that angst, is just a fun thing to think about and one of my favorite ship dynamics. Anyway Idk if any of this really makes any sense or if I described it well, I feel like I could keep writing but I don’t wanna ramble too much. Also thanks for asking nicely, I understand this ship isn't a lot of peoples cup of tea

[malwaredykes]

ok. finished honest hearts. most of my inventory is plants and mushroom and Soups And Potions And Elixirs made from said plants and mushrooms. which is excellent.

the salt-upon-wounds confrontation was Tchruly garbo like. first of all they lit up ole josh before anyone even had the chance to say anything LOL that wasnt like Bad necessarily just rly funny. like yeah we can negotiate before anything breaks out *the camera pans to Jotchua Grams lifeless body on the pavement* but um second of all what the hell was that dialogue. "grrrr im gonna kill you" "[speech 75] no thats stupid. dont" "umm okei :) but i'll be back >:(" *runs away* Like. man. listen. throughout the entire dlc i Did Not want to be fighting all those white legs lol. i didnt know those people. you know i generally hate the Hostile By Default Irredeemable Canon Fodder Raiders crap and in this case its just especially egregious to me, with them being a Tribe and with me being some random ass normie strolling into the area getting instructed by the local white saviors. like, okay, since i Was getting involved, then if anyone deserved to Feel The Judgment Of Mine fall upon them it was in fact salt-upon-wounds with his track record of being a horrible fucking person. so i had to fight my way through all those white legs only for the Problem Guy to be like "Hm Okay. Deal. You Leave Forever And I Get To Live. Sounds Good. Sucker" like. fuck no. youre dead. this is for waking clouds husband how DARE you make my bald queen SAD

which btw i did encourage cloud to get mad at daniel for hiding that from her. like yeah girl dont take this shit from him. youre allowed to feel angry. who does he think he is. making decisions for the sorrows like youre all children. be mad at him. chase him out. tell him to never show his stinky mug around these parts. If You Want. ahh but then the ending slides said she forgave him.... well i suppose i have to respect her choice... but... cloud honey if you ever wanna team up and chase daniels stinky mug far away just give me a call

i also encouraged follows-chalk to go out there and experience the world outside... i really hated how he felt obligated to ask joshua permission, and how joshua was like Well 🥺 I wont tell him what to do but 🥺 Is it wise... I just worry about my foolish little lamb 🥺... like. Shut Uuuupppp.... chalk is an adult. i think. either way what do You know. jotchua. last time you ventured into The Civilized Lands (lol) you were a fucked up genocide army general so forgive me for thinking you might not have the most objective and up to date outlook here. Anyway. chalk come hang out sometime. come to the lucky 38. youll meet my epic swag friends and family. LOL bit of an aside but (mostly so i dont become insane because of the dlcs writing) i like to imagine that most of the time chalk expresses incredulity about some Civilized World Concept like gambling (-_-) or big dams or big weapons, hes literally fucking with you. like hes joking around. he used to mess with daniel and jotchua like that and now hes doing it with you. like Wow... How Strange... You Say It Is Called A... "Window".... 😂😂😂...

loving how the ending slides barely mentioned joshua also. like wtf happened to him. who knows. damn maybe he did die and i didnt even notice. im sorry jotchua. may your soul quickly find its way to NOWHERE lol #owned

final verdict: waking-cloud and follows-chalk are great, joshua graham is an extremely funny character, daniel is nothing to me, the area is cool, the plot is dumb as hell, the whole thing is racist, the quests are boring. 3/10