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[enneadau]

That Anon have no right to complain about To Death Do Us Apart when you have tagged it NICE AND CLEARLY AS NSFW. Just because it is found straight below Battle of the Gods, does not mean you need to keep all your Yugioh stories "safe for underage readers". As the old Fandom Rule says: Do not like, do NOT read. No one is forcing them to read TDDUA

Thank you for the support. It means a lot!

Also they're wrong. As of Sept 11th, TDDUP has more words than Battle of the Gods. That will change on Aug 15th!

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[nerdsnuff]

MATCHING — KEI TSUKISHIMA. gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings.

i wrote this lowkey on a whim and realized such cute things while writing it. thank you furudate for making such fun characters to analyze. happy valentines!

though he wont admit it, kei tsukishima likes enjoying and understanding the same things as the people he cares about. though he’s grown to act all nonchalant, inside he’s an affectionate loser who actually cares a lot.

he only acts so distant to seem cool, (or cause he’s developed trust issues) but honestly all it takes is some time for him to really let loose around someone. pester him enough, and he might miss you.

“hey, look at this” he calls over to you, making you shift your gaze away from the stationary you were looking at. once fully turned, you see his hands holding onto two matching keychains.

you quirk an eyebrow, ready to tease. “keychains huh? you wanna match or something? it’d be cute, considering you have matching bags with yamaguchi… why not match something with me too?” you smile, talking as you get ahold of one of the keychains.

“sure” he replies flat. “and i know you like this animal so… i think that’s an extra point”

you blink, not even realizing that what he grabbed is in fact a cute keychain of your favorite animal. it’s furry and soft against your fingers, making you more endeared towards it. “damn, i didn’t even notice that. you actually remember?”

he scoffs, almost offended. “yeah? you think i wouldn’t? i’m your boyfriend”

you roll your eyes. “okay true… but i didn’t think information like this would matter that much. but i’m super flattered th—”

“if you don’t stop yapping i’m just gonna go buy these. find me when you’re done” he says before swiftly grabbing the keychain from your hand and walking to your opposite side.

you let out a yelp. “hey wait— what!? come back i never said you could pay for both of us!”

[shoot1ngst4r]

mr. “murder is okay but disrespecting your wife isn’t” boothill

[milexa2000]

Me waiting for more Mike Schmidt fanfics to come like:

[miss-jaye]

monoma hasn’t let go of you since you showed him the sundress you’re wearing.

“neito? honey, i gotta change…” you said with a nervous laugh, trying to gently pry his arms off you. but he just shook his head, his grip tightening slightly. “no.”

you sighed. “what do you mean, no?” you asked, your voice tinged with exasperation. he looked up at you, his face completely blank, but his eyes held a stubborn glint. “no.”

you groaned, letting your head fall back against the arm of the couch where you’d been trapped for the past two hours. “baby, please,” you pleaded, your voice softening as you tried to coax him. you wanted nothing more than to slip into something comfortable and start on dinner.

“let me appreciate you for one more hour,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, savoring every second of having you so close.

“nooo…!” you huffed, feeling your patience wearing thin. “you already did that for two hours, neito.” he just shrugged, a playful grin spreading across his face. “i can do it for another,” he teased, clearly enjoying how flustered you were getting.

“neito!” you whined, but there was no real heat behind it. despite your protests, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was being, even if it was a little over the top.

he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze, his expression softening into something almost vulnerable. “you’re nothing less than perfect, my dear,” monoma said, his voice filled with so much sincerity that it made your heart skip a beat.

“neito,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you searched for the right response. but what could you say when he looked at you like that, as if you were the only thing that mattered?

he smiled softly, sensing your shift in mood. “just stay here with me a little longer,” he murmured, his thumb gently tracing circles on your arm. “dinner can wait.”

you sighed in defeat, “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“maybe,” your husband chuckled, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “but i’m not letting go. not yet.”

you couldn’t help but smile. what was one more hour?

“fine,” you gave in with a soft laugh. “but after this, you’re helping me with dinner.”

“deal,” he agreed easily, clearly pleased that you gave in.

after a while, you felt his breathing slow, his body relaxing more against yours. “neito?” you whispered, glancing down to find his eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face.

“just resting my eyes,” he mumbled, though the way he clung to you told a different story.

you smiled fondly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “i love you, you know that?”

monoma's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you with a sleepy smile. “i love you too. more than anything.”

[hipsternumbertwo]

Some things never change 🤞

[silvertherogue715]

Made a spoilers warning JUST in case someone scrolls without meaning to ( I felt bad for not including one last time :( )

Anyway more art/doodles of the O' Medusa fic by @naffeclipse

These are not in order at all but if you know then you know lmao

love shitposting edit: Previous art 1 - Previous art 2

[kiddokori]

han sooyounggg

[enneadau]

Most random ask my current brain rot is stuck on. I have no idea if this makes any sense;

How would you rate your twink characters via the current vote bracket traveling tumblr. (Female characters crossdtessing count if no one knows)

Rank your characters from Season Zero Yugi and Pharaoh Meisa (yes they are woman but most people didn’t know that) to Miraculous Egypt Yugi, to everyone in between. Who wins? Who isn’t on the list at all? Who is in the middle? Any honorable mentions?

Sorry brain rot from looking at the bracket every six posts made me think of how different characters you write would rank. I’m not sure if that’s a good sign or a bad one…

Remember your great and this is just my brain being weird.

Hmm, not sure about a whole list, I've never really thought about it, but for something that might interest you, Kheper and Heba would be ranked differently.

Heba (Miraculous Egypt Yugi), would be lower on the list because he has a lot less confidence without the mask, while Kheper would be higher because he's confident, super fit and no one knows who he is. The mystery makes him more attractive.

Inversely, Prince Atem would be higher ranked than Kem Mau, because he's the future Pharaoh and can kick ass even if he doesn't look like it.

Kem Mau and Kheper would be around the same though.

I'm curious where you would put everyone XD

[xxcallmemaryxx]

*gasping for breath*

my liege! a- a letter!! from,, the village!

*cautiously, u take the note, opening it slowly*

scrawled in a hurried hand are two words that chill u to the bone: vampire vessel

u know what u must do

👀🙏

So this is the coolest way anyone has ever requested something and it literally tore me right out of writers block. So thank you!!

Vampire Vessel under the cut ~

Vampire Vessel who spent weeks watching you. Always in the shadows. Always hidden. Always just out of sight. It was a life he was accustomed to. Always getting so close yet never being allowed contact. Ever. He’d been around long enough to know that his safety, and his family’s safety, prioritises all else. No matter how deeply he feels, or how long he’s dreamed of something, if it impacts his safety he can kiss it goodbye. He still remembers the way ii looked at him when he realised where Vessel was going the first time.

“Leave it alone.”

“… leave what alone?”

“You know what, Vessel. We are safe here.”

“I just want to see.”

“… Do not be seen.”

Vessel knows ii has a weak spot for him, he takes advantage of it, but the way ii looked at Vessel before he slipped out the door was pleading. He can’t help his curiosity, he’s been alive for so long that new people tend to make him careless. He was honest when he said all he wanted was to see you. Just a look. To see what you were like. What colour your eyes were. If you had anyone with you. It’s not every day someone new moves into these woods. It’s quite rare. He likes to know things. To know what’s going on outside the manor. To know if he and the guys needed to be more careful than they already were. And truly, that was his intention the first time he came to visit you.

He can’t say the same now. He’d be lying.

It’s been a month. And he never stopped coming to see you.

It’s been a very long time since Vessel has been genuinely interested in someone new. He’s never known his teeth to ache like the way they do when he watches you. He’s never known his throat to close up like the way it does every time you unknowingly meet his eyes in the dark through your kitchen window. He’s never known the urge to run away from a human who wasn’t actively hunting him like the way he feels with you. Because your presence within these woods makes Vessel feel like he is being hunted. And what terrifies him more is that despite that, he can’t stay away from you. He wishes no harm upon you. He wishes no trouble upon you.

But he yearns.

He wants to feel your human skin under his frozen fingertips. He wants to hear your heart race every time he looks at you. He wants to feel the way your breath stops every time he gets close. He sits by your home for hours just watching you live. Watching you exist. He’s beyond fascinated. He’s forgotten a lot about human behaviour, but he’s just obsessed with the way you choose to be. Every time he spends the night with you, he occupies a sturdy tree branch just far enough away to be shrouded by shadows, but close enough for him to still see and hear you.

ii has tried to steer his obvious desire towards something safer. Thinking maybe he’s just hungry and is getting restless. He forces Vessel on hunts with him or sends iii out to mess around with him for a bit, to blow off some steam or get whatever it is out of his system. But every other night the manor is void of Vessel. No matter how recently he’s eaten, or how much like his normal self iii and iv can pull out of him again, he always ends up back up in that tree with his eyes glued to your every move.

Vessel can never just leave it alone. Despite iis warning.

Because long after you’d gone to bed, Vessel couldn’t bare to part with you. He sat up in his tree, with a lap full of sticks and twine he’d made himself. And for hours he worked his long practiced skills and crafted a small gift for you. A dream catcher, in the shape of a heart. It was small, but beautifully put together. He debated leaving it for you the whole time he was making it. Weighing up if it was worth the hell he’d have to pay should any of the guys find out. But as the sun started to peak over the horizon he didn’t think twice. Jumping down from his tree, he hung it off your front door handle and took off back to the safety of the manor.

He tells himself that he technically did keep his word to ii. He hasn’t been seen.

But if ii finds out what he did this morning, Vessel knows ii would find a way to give him human life again just to kill Vessel again himself.

.

.

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Thank you reading!!

I hope I did this ask justice but just know this isn’t the last of vampire vessel. He will be back.

[nerdsnuff]

KEI TSUKISHIMA BOYFRIEND HCS. gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings.

icl i had fun with this also fun fact i wrote this before my drabble (which i linked in here LOL that one pointer was so good i had to write a whole moment for it) THIS IS AN OLD DRAFT

☽ SLOWBURN KING. it WILL take awhile for you to date him. but that’s okay, just don’t give up on him trust. will definitely deny his feelings for you… but he doesn’t mean it one bit! he just has a difficult time showing affection and being vulnerable at first. treat him nice even if he’s mean to you! seems unfair, sure, but honestly if you snap back he’ll learn where his place is. sooo don’t be too much of a pushover! he just likes getting under your skin cause he thinks it’s fun.

☽ a good way to woo him is to flatter him. yup! absolutely he’ll tell you to shut up when you compliment him, but his face gets all blushy, heheh. (you should make fun of him)

tsukishima blinks as he hears a compliment fall from your lips, telling him how cool and impressive he is, and how you can really see he’s getting super good! he clicks his tongue and looks away. “shut up” is all he can muster in a weak tone. even if you can’t see his face the tips of his ears are bright pink, making his embarrassment clear as day.

☽ yamaguchi is the best wingman and your guys’ biggest supporter! he knows tsukishima has feelings for you and would keep nagging him about it (much to his dismay)

☽ you’d most likely have to be the one to confess. going to yamaguchi for help is just a natural process honestly (GIGGLES)

he laughs a little as you clasp your hands together, begging him to PLEASE tell you how to actually attract this annoyingly hot blonde. “hey,” he starts, voice soft. “he already likes you, y’know? sorry to spoil that but—i just wanted to assure you! so whatever you do… and however you say it, it’d be good in his book, i’m sure!” he says this nervously, yet simultaneously remaining confident in his own words of advice.

☽ once you date it may take a bit to fully melt the ice. as i said, slowburn king. yes even until the beginning of the relationship. but don’t worry, he likes you so much. his pale skin is always pink around you! if you ever doubt it, the best thing to do is have a serious talk with him about it, it’ll help him lower his walls.

☽ loves you a lot but shows it discreetly… holding fingertips, showing you random songs (cause they remind him of you), teasingly ruffling your hair, sharing stuff with you, etc.

☽ always smiles when talking to you. he only smiles around a very specific group of people and it’s also rare sight, but you always make him smile very often and very bright.

☽ of course he’ll share his headphones with you. and you know how it is, HEADPHONES OFF AROUND YOU! he’ll listen to everything you say.

☽ he gets his romantic advice from love songs. so he may be stupid sometimes in the romantic department.

☽ would love music recs from you. he might be picky with the genre, but has the will to try anything, no matter how heavy or slow. (…or bad)

“what the fuck is this?” he asks, a disgusted look on his face as you hold your stomach, dying from laughter. “‘my name is david’? these are the shittiest lyrics i’ve ever heard in my life turn this off” he says, scrabbling for your phone on the edge of the bed.

☽ MATCHING THINGS!!!! oh he looves that. the day he suddenly buys you matching charms you shat yourself a little. cause though he wont admit it, he likes enjoying and understanding the same things as the people he cares about.

☽ lowkey has trust issues sometimes, it’s not too big but it’s best to show him just how much you really can be counted on! DON’T EVER BREAK HIS TRUST. lying is a BIG NO. seriously…

☽ don’t judge him for his past when he tells it to you… dont downplay it, hed be upset. he knows it’s not too much of a big deal, but still, feeling betrayed by your idol feels tough, y’know?

☽ acts like he doesn’t wanna do shit but he does. he just has this stupid cool guy act. but once you get under that he’s a cutiepie

[bruthaewwwww]

Alina! - Family day

A/N : this was so much fun to make. TRUST I WILL ADD MORE BB STUFF. Make sure to like and comment yada yada yada.

3.7k Words on the dot

The little brown eyes looked up at Paige, holding her in a soft, almost hypnotic trance. Her daughter could have been her wife’s twin. The way those dark brown curls framed her face, the way they seemed to bounce with every movement, and the way her dimples appeared, especially when she smiled, reminded Paige so much of the girl she had grown up with. Every detail was a perfect mirror, capturing the essence of someone she had loved deeply, and it was almost as if that love lived on in the girl sitting so contentedly in her lap. Alina sat comfortably, her small body curled into her mother’s arms, focusing her attention back to the group of people gathered in front of them. It was as if Alina had never seen a crowd of reporters before, her gaze steady and intent as if trying to make sense of the scene.

It took a moment longer before Paige could finally pull her eyes away from her daughter. The connection they shared was so strong that it was hard to focus on anything else. “Paige?” A voice broke through her reverie, snapping her back to reality. The media in front of them, the flashing cameras, the dozens of questions aimed her way—all of it had completely faded from her mind for those few precious seconds.

“I'm sorry, can you repeat the question?” Paige asked, her voice smooth and steady, though the big grin on her face betrayed how easily she’d gotten lost in her thoughts. It was always so easy to be distracted by Alina, her little girl, her world. The reporter, seemingly unfazed, went on with more questions, focusing now on the team as a whole. But unexpectedly, a small voice, sweet and unbothered, piped up again, pulling Paige back into the moment.

“Paige, how soon until Azzi is expected to return to basketball?” the reporter asked, leaning forward, clearly hoping for some insider information. It was a question Paige had been dreading, one that had to be handled carefully.

Before Paige could respond, a tiny, authoritative voice cut through the air, startling everyone in the room.

“Not for a year!” Alina’s voice was matter-of-fact, as if she had all the answers.

The room fell silent for a beat, a few of the reporters blinking in surprise at the little girl’s interruption. Some of them stifled chuckles while others exchanged bemused glances. Paige's teammates, who had been quietly observing the press conference from the sidelines, burst into laughter at Alina’s boldness. It wasn’t just the unexpected timing that made it funny—it was the fact that the answer, as it turned out, was correct. Paige could barely contain her own amusement, shaking her head as she looked down at her daughter, the resemblance to Azzi so striking that it almost hurt.

Paige smiled and lowered her voice, speaking to her daughter as if the two of them were sharing a secret only they knew. “Yes, she will be taking some time off, but that's all I can say.” Paige smiled knowingly, a soft, loving grin that only Azzi and she would understand fully. There were more questions, but none of them truly mattered now. The rest of the press conference went by in a blur, and soon enough, it was time to leave.

Paige gathered Alina in her arms and headed back to the locker room where the rest of the team was waiting. As she pushed open the door, the sounds of familiar voices and laughter filled the air. But it wasn’t the noise of her teammates that drew Paige’s attention—it was the figure standing near the bench, waiting. Azzi, with her familiar smile, locked eyes with Paige, and in an instant, all the weight of the press conference, the public scrutiny, and everything else melted away.

The moment Alina saw Azzi, her eyes lit up. She wriggled out of Paige’s arms and jumped toward her mother, calling out in the most innocent, excited voice, “Mommy! Mommy!” Azzi, with the effortless grace that always left Paige in awe, scooped up their daughter in one smooth motion.

“I missed you, baby,” Azzi murmured, her voice soft as she pressed a kiss to the top of Alina’s head, who giggled in return.

Paige smiled, heart swelling with affection, as she finally reached them. “Good game, baby,” Azzi added, her voice full of pride as she turned to her wife. The compliment made Paige blush, her heart racing at the simple, loving words.

Before Paige could respond, Azzi leaned in and planted a small, lingering kiss on her cheek. The moment was so intimate, so warm, it felt like everything was right in the world. For a few seconds, all the chaos of the game and the press was forgotten, replaced by the soft comfort of home. Paige squeezed her wife’s hand, silently grateful for the quiet, beautiful moments they shared, despite the world around them always trying to pull them away.

As Paige leaned into the kiss, the noise of the locker room seemed to fade into the background. The laughter of the team, the clattering of shoes on the floor, and the sounds of jerseys being pulled over heads all became a distant hum. For those few precious seconds, it was just the three of them—Paige, Azzi, and Alina—wrapped up in their own world.

Azzi pulled back, her smile never fading as she looked down at Alina, who was still nestled in her arms. The little girl, beaming from ear to ear, seemed to sense the unspoken bond between her mothers. She snuggled into Azzi’s chest, her curly hair bouncing with each shift of her tiny body.

“I think we need a family day,” Azzi said softly, her voice full of warmth. Paige raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the suggestion. They hadn’t had a day just for the three of them in a long time—not since the season had started. Between the games, the press, and the endless traveling, time together had become a luxury they could hardly afford.

“A family day?” Paige asked, a hint of hesitation in her voice. She loved the idea, but she wasn’t sure how they could fit it into their hectic schedules.

“Yeah,” Azzi continued, shifting Alina so she could meet Paige’s gaze directly. “No media, no games, no distractions. Just us. It’s been way too long.”

Paige smiled, feeling her heart soften at the thought. “That sounds perfect. When?”

Azzi’s eyes twinkled, a mischievous glint entering them. “Tomorrow. I’ll call in sick, you can cancel any obligations... I’ll even make lunch.”

Paige chuckled, knowing full well that when Azzi said she’d make lunch, it usually meant ordering takeout from their favorite local spots. But it didn’t matter. It would be time spent together, and that was all that mattered.

“I love you,” Paige said suddenly, the words slipping out before she could stop them. It had been a while since she’d said it in the rush of everyday life, but the moment felt right.

Azzi’s smile softened, her eyes full of affection. “I love you too,” she replied, and for a moment, it felt as though the rest of the world could wait.

The sound of a teammate clearing her throat broke the moment, reminding them both that they weren’t alone. Paige turned to see the entire team gathered around, some of them still in their uniforms, others already dressed and ready to head out. They’d been watching the quiet exchange between the couple with knowing smiles, clearly aware of the unspoken bond that had only deepened over the years.

“You two are so sappy,” one of the teammates, Mia, teased, grinning from ear to ear. “But it’s cute. I’ll admit it.”

“You’re just jealous,” Azzi shot back with a wink, causing the group to laugh.

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips. “Alright, alright. Let’s not make this a team-wide roast session,” she said, though it was clear that the camaraderie and ease of the moment were something she treasured.

The conversation shifted, and the team began to scatter, each heading off to their next commitments, but not before stopping to give Alina one last hug or wave. The little girl was the unofficial mascot of the team—always the bright light in every room, always with a smile and a laugh that could turn any hard day around.

Azzi carefully handed Alina back to Paige, adjusting her wife’s arms before leaning in one last time to give her a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll meet you at home,” she said, voice hushed, before stepping away.

“Looking forward to it,” Paige replied, giving Azzi one final, lingering glance.

Alina reached out for her mom, her tiny hands grasping onto Paige’s shirt with all the strength her small body could muster. Paige laughed softly and lifted her up once again, settling her on her hip. “Alright, sweet girl,” she whispered to Alina. “Let’s get you home.”

The two of them walked out of the locker room together, the evening air cool against Paige’s skin as they made their way to the car. Alina’s eyes were heavy, her little head nodding off in the crook of Paige’s neck as they approached the car. Paige’s heart felt full in a way it hadn’t in a while—peaceful, content, like everything was falling into place.

It was funny how life had a way of working itself out, she thought. When things felt chaotic, when the world felt too loud and demanding, there was always a quiet moment waiting—right there, in the simplicity of her family, in the love they shared.

As Paige buckled Alina into the car seat, she let herself breathe a little deeper. Tomorrow would be the start of something special—just the three of them, no distractions. Just love.

And, for once, that felt like enough.

—

The next morning, Paige woke up early, her body still adjusting to the calm after the whirlwind of the past few days. The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting soft golden rays across the bedroom. She could hear Azzi moving around downstairs, the sounds of clinking dishes and the low hum of the coffee machine filling the air.

Paige stretched, her muscles still a little sore from the game the day before, but a sense of relief washed over her. Today was theirs—no media, no games, just the simple joy of being together.

Alina, still bundled up in her pajamas, was curled up next to her, her tiny hand resting on Paige's chest. The peacefulness of the moment was almost surreal, as if the chaos of the world outside could no longer reach them. Paige didn’t want to move, not yet. She just lay there for a few more moments, listening to the steady rhythm of her daughter’s breathing.

When Alina finally stirred, her little face scrunching up as she yawned, Paige kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Good morning, baby.”

“Morning, Mommy,” Alina mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. “Where’s Mommy ?”

Paige chuckled softly. “She’s downstairs, making us breakfast.”

The mention of breakfast made Alina’s eyes light up. “Pancakes?” she asked, her voice full of excitement.

“I think so,” Paige replied with a grin, knowing full well that Azzi’s idea of breakfast usually meant a hearty spread of pancakes, bacon, and a mountain of fruit. Alina loved it, and so did Paige. It was one of those little traditions they had, a rare treat when they could afford to slow down.

Azzi’s voice floated up from downstairs. “I heard that! Yes, pancakes it is—now, if you two don’t get down here soon, I might just eat them all!”

Alina squealed and wiggled out of Paige’s arms, already half-running toward the stairs. Paige followed more slowly, her heart swelling with love as she watched her daughter’s excitement. Alina’s small feet pitter-pattered down the stairs, the sound of her laughter echoing through the house.

By the time Paige reached the kitchen, Azzi was already at the stove, flipping pancakes with the same easy grace she had on the court. The smell of warm batter and sizzling bacon filled the room, and Alina was perched on one of the chairs, already eagerly awaiting her first bite.

“Smells amazing,” Paige said, leaning against the doorway and watching her wife in the kitchen. Azzi smiled, but her eyes were soft, full of love and contentment.

“It’s a family day,” Azzi said, her voice light. “What else would we do except make pancakes?”

Paige grinned and joined Alina at the table, pulling her daughter onto her lap. “I’m not complaining,” she said, kissing Alina’s cheek. “I think you might have just made my day.”

“Yay!” Alina cheered, clapping her hands together.

Breakfast passed in a haze of giggles and syrup-sticky fingers, the simple joy of being together filling the air. Azzi told stories about the games she had played, exaggerating a few of the more ridiculous moments to make Alina laugh. Paige chimed in with her own tales, and the room was alive with the warmth of shared history.

After they ate, they decided to head out for a walk. The weather was perfect—sunny but not too hot, with a cool breeze that rustled through the trees. Paige and Azzi walked hand in hand, with Alina skipping in front of them, collecting rocks and flowers as she went. The path they took led through a quiet park near their house, a place they used to visit when they first moved in together. It had become a place of comfort over the years, a small corner of the world where they could just be.

Azzi had her arm around Paige’s waist as they walked, her steps in sync with hers, and Alina’s joyful shrieks echoed through the trees as she ran ahead, too caught up in her adventure to worry about anything else. It was a rare sight, this—Azzi and Paige, walking side by side, with nothing but the sound of their daughter’s laughter and the rustling leaves around them.

“I love these days,” Azzi said softly, her voice carrying a sense of deep contentment.

“Me too,” Paige replied, her eyes softening as she watched Alina chase after a butterfly. “It’s the best kind of day.”

The three of them continued their walk, the world outside the park seeming distant and unimportant. They didn’t talk much after that—there was no need. It was enough just to be together, to share the quiet moments and the simple pleasures. Paige felt like she was soaking in every second of it, knowing how quickly life could shift and change.

Later, they returned home and spent the afternoon lounging on the couch, watching movies with Alina nestled between them. There were no games to prepare for, no commitments to rush off to. Just the comforting feeling of being a family—Azzi, Paige, and their little girl.

At one point, Alina drifted off to sleep on the couch, her head resting against Azzi’s shoulder. Paige smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She knew these moments were fleeting, and she wanted to savor every second of it.

“Do you think we could do this more often?” Paige asked, her voice a little quieter now, as if afraid to break the peace they had created.

Azzi turned her head, meeting her gaze. There was a gentle seriousness in her eyes as she thought about it for a moment. “We’ll make the time,” she said, her voice soft but resolute. “This... this is what matters.”

Paige nodded, squeezing her hand. “Yeah. This is all that matters.”

The sun began to set outside, painting the sky with warm shades of orange and pink. It was the end of a perfect day—a family day—and as Paige watched her wife and daughter, her heart swelled with gratitude.

—

As they approached the park, the atmosphere felt serene. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the sound of birds chirping filled the air. Alina, full of energy and curiosity, bounded ahead of her mothers, her small legs carrying her quickly across the soft, grassy field. She spotted a group of children playing near the playground, their laughter ringing in the air.

“Mama, can I go play with them?” Alina asked, her wide eyes shining with excitement as she pointed to a little girl who was swinging on a bright red swing.

Paige glanced at Azzi, who gave her a reassuring nod. "Sure, sweetie. Just stay where we can see you," Paige called after her daughter.

Alina didn’t need any more encouragement. She ran off, her tiny feet kicking up the grass, her arms outstretched like she was about to take off flying. Paige and Azzi followed slowly, their footsteps matching the rhythmic pace of the wind.

As they approached the playground, they saw Alina hesitating, watching the other kids closely. She seemed a bit shy, unsure how to join in.

“Hey, are you coming to play?” called out a voice, and Paige turned to see a little girl with curly brown hair and bright green eyes standing by the swings, a welcoming smile on her face. She looked to be about the same age as Alina, maybe just a little older.

Alina’s face lit up. “I’m Alina! Are you going to swing too?” she asked with wide-eyed curiosity.

The little girl nodded enthusiastically. “I’m Zoe! I love swinging high! Do you like swinging?”

Alina hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “I’m not sure if I can swing high,” she said shyly. “Mommy always pushes me on the swings.”

Zoe smiled knowingly. “My mommy helps me too. We can swing together! I can show you how!” She jumped into the swing, pumping her legs back and forth, making the swing go higher and higher.

Azzi and Paige stood on the edge of the playground, watching the interaction between the two little girls. They exchanged a quiet look, amused by the ease with which Alina had made a new friend.

Zoe stopped swinging and hopped off, running to the swing next to Alina’s. “Come on! I’ll show you how to do it! You just push your legs like this.” Zoe demonstrated, her legs pumping the air as she bounced on her toes, then pushing backward, gaining momentum.

Alina's eyes widened. “Oh! Like this?” she asked, sitting on the swing and tentatively pushing off the ground with her small feet.

“Yeah! You got it!” Zoe cheered, clapping her hands. “Now you’re swinging!”

Alina giggled, her confidence growing as the swing creaked beneath her. She kicked her feet higher, her smile growing wider with every motion. "I'm doing it!" she squealed, her voice filled with pure joy.

Paige and Azzi couldn’t help but laugh, watching their daughter experience the simple, yet profound joy of making a new friend.

“You okay, babe?” Paige asked, leaning against Azzi’s side.

Azzi smiled down at her. “Yeah. I just... I’m glad to see her so happy. It’s good for her to have friends.”

“I know,” Paige agreed, her voice soft. “She’s been so focused on us and the games lately. I didn’t realize how much she missed this... just playing, being a kid.”

Azzi wrapped an arm around Paige’s waist. “We all miss it sometimes. Life gets so busy, but days like today remind me what’s important.”

Paige squeezed her hand. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Meanwhile, Zoe and Alina were now racing to the slide, their laughter ringing out through the park as they darted around the playground. Zoe reached the bottom of the slide and turned to cheer, “Last one up is a slowpoke!”

Alina giggled and raced after her, her little legs moving as fast as they could go. “I’m not a slowpoke!” she called out, her voice full of determination.

When they both reached the top of the slide, they looked at each other with big grins. “Ready?” Zoe asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Ready!” Alina shouted, and they both launched themselves down the slide at the same time, landing in a heap at the bottom, their laughter mixing together like music.

Azzi and Paige couldn’t help but watch the interaction with wide smiles, their hearts swelling with happiness.

“You think they’re going to be best friends?” Paige asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

“I hope so,” Azzi replied. “I think Alina’s found her new playground partner.”

Just as she said that, Alina and Zoe ran over, both of them breathing heavily from the excitement. Alina’s face was flushed with happiness, her curls bouncing with every step.

“Mommy, look! Zoe is my best friend!” Alina exclaimed, grabbing Zoe’s hand and holding it up proudly.

Zoe nodded vigorously. “Yeah! We’re best friends now! We’re going to play together every day!”

Azzi chuckled and crouched down to their level. “That sounds like a lot of fun. I’m glad you made a new friend, Alina.”

Zoe looked up at her mom, who had been sitting on the bench watching them. “Mommy! Can Alina come play at my house tomorrow? We can play dress-up and make pretend!”

Paige exchanged a surprised look with Azzi but then smiled, her heart full at the sight of their daughter bonding so quickly. “I think we can arrange that,” she said. “But first, let’s get you two some lunch, okay?”

The girls nodded eagerly, their faces lighting up with excitement. Zoe turned to Alina. “We can have ice cream after lunch! Mommy says we’re going to the shop on the corner.”

Alina’s eyes widened. “Ice cream? I love ice cream!”

Azzi stood and held out her hand to Paige. “Looks like we’ve got an afternoon full of new memories ahead of us.”

Paige grinned and took her wife’s hand. “Yeah, it’s shaping up to be a perfect day.”

As they walked toward the park exit, the two little girls chatting excitedly ahead of them, Alina looked up at her mothers with a big smile. “Best day ever!” she exclaimed, her happiness radiating from her.

Azzi and Paige exchanged a glance, their hearts full. It was, indeed, the best day ever. And it was just the beginning.

[cluelessatthispoint]

What If someone tries to kidnap the baby from dragons hoard how would they react and how would they get the baby back?

Ohh, this is a great question. I definitely think that the kidnapper wouldn't get very far in terms of actually kidnapping the reader.

It would go something like this:

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Price: If anyone stupid enough were to try and kidnap the newest member of the hoard. They would simply fade into obscurity and out of the minds of those who knew them. Price would find a way to ensure that the newest addition of the hoard would be protected at all costs. As much as the reader right now wants to be alone and away from the strange hybrids, you'll find that being alone is nigh near impossible.

Price would for the most part spend time in their cave sleeping or making sure everything is in neat and orderly precision. If you want to play hell bring out some pretty golden trinkets for you, but if you even think about setting foot out of the nest without his permission, he'd wrap you up in his tail and keep you next to him by his side or on his lap as he'd try his best to distract you with stories of his youth. If you (the reader) were spending time in the cave with Price when a potential kidnapper arrives you can bet he'll cover the your eyes and ears as he incinerates the intruder to a burnt crisp. If the smell of burnt flesh and clothes bothers your sensitive nose, Price will tuck your face into his neck and carry you out of the cave for a nice walk while he puts Gaz or Soap on clean up duty. Lord knows werewolf Soap could use the extra protein if any meat is left.

Gaz: If you were with Gaz when an intruder were to stumble upon the cave and try to kidnap you. Gaz would do what birds do best in order to process their young. Similar to geese he would let out a feral warning hiss with his wings splayed out menacingly. If that doesn't scare the idiot off, the Gaz would quickly tuck you into the layers of the nest and quickly fly the kidnapper out of the cave with speed and agility that goshhawks can't ever give to surpass.

When you're trying to free yourself from the tangled mess of fabrics from the nest, Gaz would be enjoying the skies; ignorant of the bloodcurdling screams that rip from the kidnappers throat as he hurdles down towards the earth. Afterwards, Gaz would come back to the nest as quick as can be. A smile on his face as he got a good flight in for the day.

Soap: The werewolf would simply attack first and ask questions later. The first smell of something or someone setting foot in their home would set Soap on edge. The very sight of a stranger would have him hurdling full speed towards the intruder. You wouldn't even have time to process what the hell just happened as Soap goes for the jugular and drags the carcass away. Out of all the people in the hoard, Soap would be the most protective of you. Whether that's good or not remains to be seen. But the second he walk back to the nest seeing you all tucked in and shivering from the sight of blood on his lips all the way down his front. You can bet he'd feel ashamed of himself. His tail would stop wagging the instant he saw you. The scent of fear wafting off of you would make his ears bend back and a whine escape his lips. When Price, Ghost, or Gaz would find out what happened, Soap will be sleeping in the doghouse literally and figuratively.

Ghost: Ghost would react very strongly to anyone who would disturb what he calls "family bonding" with you. In reality it would just be him and you wandering around the cave the pack/hoard lives in. He Ghost wouldn't be the type to hold your hand as you explore. I steady he would simply watch you from a few paces back. Or if you thought you were being sneaky and trying to run away he would watch from within the shadows. The moment anyone would come in and try to take you away would be the moment Ghost would whisky them back and away from you before they could utter a sound to alert you to their presence. When all is said and done, he would gently corals you back to the nest sometime later. And while night rolls around, when you ask where Price and Soap are Gaz would coo softly to you and soothe your fears while Ghost tells you not to worry about it. The shared look between them says enough, now they can rest easy knowing that as Price and Soap will be satiated with their midnight snack.

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Tada!~

[deoidesign]

I'm so mad that post was misinformation because there is actually an EXTREMELY important conversation to have about the production schedules artists are forced into. There's no need for exaggeration, the conditions are bad.

I work for webtoon. My publication schedule is weekly. While publishing I'm required 10-15 pages a week. Fully colored.

This means I'm finishing a 150 page fully colored graphic novel every 10-15 weeks.

When my comic is not updating, I am not getting paid. Any time writing, editing, or off is out of my own pocket. I don't get healthcare. They do not provide any assistants. They expect me to promote myself; they chose to deprioritize me before I even launched and gave me an end date half a year in. I never had a chance.

And this is the industry standard! Every company has artists forced into crunch hours, overtime, and burnout. Artists are literally dying early due to it. So many of my friends can't afford to go to the doctor.

It's unsustainable and untenable, and it's also the expectation our audiences have.

If we want to have this conversation, there's plenty of conversation to be had with the realities of the situation. It's bad as is.

[fallenclan]

so I reread fallenclan from time to time but i'm a pretty quick reader and I tend to skim the art a bit since i've already looked at it for long periods of time. for those that read it start to finish, about how long did it take you? i'm just curious