#baby boy :((( he's lost too many people he can't take another

[pearlcaddy]

George: re: the skull Lockwood: re: Lucy

LOCKWOOD & CO. 1.06

[neuvistar]

aventurine x fem!reader. cw. some hsr leak spoilers? + a lil rushed | not proofread, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancies, use of nicknames (feminine terms too, wife.. etc), minors dni. ( this is another aventurine thirst.. slight spoilers(?) r in the beginning!!)

aventurine was the last of his kind, he acknowledged that often. his people, oh his people.. many of the innocent lives of his people were lost, like a baby losing its mother. he knew there was no use in trying to look if there were still survivors, it’s truly no use. he was the last of his kind. and he spent countless days, hours, weeks, months and maybe years thinking he’d die alone, with nobody by his side.. chained to the life of a loner, who is forced to live knowing he couldn’t save anyone of his kind.. chained to a life where people all around him hated his guts.

that was until he met you, his pretty little wife.

aventurine’s always wanted kids, to say the least. not only to restore his kind, but to raise children with you, take them out to parks.. realize the true importance and meaning of a love of a father.

aventurine’s heart belonged to you completely, he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been happy like this.. he loved you with all his heart and it showed. aventurine would kiss you, hug you and rub your belly.. whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “one day.. your tummy will be ready and full of my younglings, my darling wife. are you excited for that day?” you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you gave him a playful smack on the arm. “you’re getting too excited, ‘turine. i’m not even pregnant yet.”

“yet.” aventurine’s hands eagerly made their way down, tracing the shape of your body. "beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration. "you’re so beautiful, i can't help but touch you. my future younglings are so lucky to have such a pretty mother.” his fingers lingered on your breasts, savoring the feeling of their soft weight in his palms. aventurine's eyes flicked up to meet yours, a smoldering intensity in their depths. "i want a daughter with your eyes.. and your beauty, a son with your intelligence.. please. i need it all.” honestly, he’s probably so whiny n desperate all the time, always talking about getting you pregnant.. wanting to see you carry his offsprings, he wanted to restore his happiness and your own.

“mm, i know you don't want me to stop, don’t you?" aventurine’s voice was husky with desire. his hands slipped lower, tracing their way down to your lower abdomen, teasingly brushing against your wet panties. "i’ve been imagining this all night long.. watching you care for our baby girl or baby boy,” he reached beneath your panties, toying with your folds with the tip of his fingers while the others pinch and pull at your nipples. “.. you know i can't stand it anymore, baby. not when you know how much i want to claim you right here, right now. i want children, pretty girl. can.. we?”

“please.” you murmured. a grin emerged from his pretty face, eyes widened as he felt the warmth radiating from between your legs, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply, his mouth watering at the familiar scent. He couldn't help but lick his lips as he continued to rub his hand against your sensitive folds, his thumb brushing against your clit. leaning closer, aventurine pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue slowly making its way past your parted lips, exploring your mouth hungrily. there was one thing and one thing only in his mind, he was gonna breed you full tonight. your husband’s hand moved up to cup your breast, squeezing it gently before tweaking your nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing you to moan even louder. your body arched into his touch, begging for more..

“so beautiful.. so perfect. such a pretty little thing for me,” aventurine grunted as he continued to thrust in and out of your wet cunt, his cock stretching your walls further than you have ever experienced before. the blonde wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up slightly to better angle his thrusts. "i’ll treat you so good, dollface, our little babies are gonna have such a great father, believe me honey.” he panted, his breath hot against your neck. “fuck, ‘turine.. feels too good..” your nails dug deep into his shoulders, leaving shallow marks as you could almost see the stars, biting your lip to suppress the soft whines that threatened to leave your lips. “i know honey, i know it feels good,” aventurine knew he could feel his release building up inside of him, it’s like he buried himself within you to the absolute hilt, his cockhead rubbing against your sweetest spots. “god, i can’t wait for your pregnancy to bloom, dollface.. just like a fuckin’ flower.” his member throbbed and pulsed violently, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through both of you.

“can you feel it, doll? my love for you? can you feel it?” you nodded eagerly, your face pressed close against his neck with your eyes sealed shut. “i’m gonna get you pregnant, kay? ‘gonna fill you up like its no tomorrow.. make my dreams come true. ‘can't wait to see my little ones inside you, honey.. i’ll take care of you.”

well.. it’s best to say that maybe he’s finally not gonna be the last of his kind any time soon.

@ NEUVISTAR. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr.

[hamjwis]

‘Baby say the word and I’ll be yours’

pairing: mark lee x f!reader sypnosis: mutual pining between two hearts that yearn for eachother yet too afraid to just say the word. wc : 1.4k an # been obsessed with requiem lately saur..

It was obvious from the start.

From when you first approached him till your most recent hangout back at his place. Mark knew that you liked him. It may be a bold claim, and it really was.

He knew he couldn’t just assume what others felt or thought about him. But he couldn’t help it. It started with your stuttered words, how you always became this clammy and nervous mess around him. Until you two grew closer and from acquaintances your friendship blossomed into something more intimate.

Mark noticed the extra effort you seem to put it in whenever it came to him. How you force yourself to listen to his rants about beats he conjured in his studio or the latest spiderman theory he had thought while in the shower. Or when you always find the time to come at his call despite your hectic days. Even as simple as how you always choose to eat at that one restaurant he likes despite preferring to stay in the comfort of your home when the night gets chilly.

Can’t read your mind, when all you do is dance on the line

It would drive him insane how you would pull him close and then push him away, letting out words only to take them back. It was tugging on his heart and messing with his mind whether you would mean those subtle touches, those gazes that you would hold a second longer than necessary, the way you would look at him as if he was the prettiest sight your eyes have laid on.

He had no idea if his feelings were just getting into his head or if there really was a deeper meaning behind your words.

“y’know, you look extra handsome today” You pipe up after taking in the details of the boy’s face, the words leaving your lips before you could stop yourself.

Mark could feel his cheeks grow warm as the words you blurt out reach his ears, another one of those remarks that make his heart jump. “yeah? you mean that?”

“why wouldn’t I?”

“you could be messing with me”

A roll of your eyes was all he received as he continued to push away your compliment, taking it as another one of your sarcastic jabs at him.

Of course you weren’t a fool too, you weren’t blind to Mark’s feelings. But there always was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that the fragments of his feelings were only a part of your delusion. Which is why you held yourself back from explicitly admitting your feelings to the boy in front of you.

On fleeting instants, gathering the courage to do so, Mark found himself playing dangerously at the edge of the boundaries of your relationship, calling you baby when he felt brave enough. Though when you question him about it, he would throw an awkward chuckle and say it was because you were 'too childish' and acted like a baby.

Can't read your mind, all I need is a sign

A sign, a single indication was all he needed, was all he was waiting for to finally push forth with what he was feeling. That was the only thing holding him back from letting out the words he longed to say. That was all he was waiting for because he had this feeling, that you long for him too, that you search for his presence in every room you enter.

Mark's heart would race whenever you smaller hand finds his, making up some excuse like 'I don't want to get lost' or 'There's too many people here' just to find a way to keep some touch with him. And he knew that wasn't the real reason you wanted to keep him close, when you would reach an area with lesser people, your grasp would remain tight in his.

Somehow, you would always find a way to stay close to him. Playing with his hair, fiddling with the rings on his fingers, holding his hand and just sitting close to him. And he wasn't complaining at all, hell, he loved it. But he was afraid of your interactions feeding his dreams and delusions that you just might like him back. He often found himself thinking to himself if you were just as touchy with your other friends or if he was receiving some sort of special treatment.

But despite all those apparent gestures, Mark always had a cloud of doubt in his mind.

Say the word, I know what you're thinking but just say it first

It was another one of those nights where you would stay over at Mark’s place, just unwinding after weeks worth of stress and work in the comfortable space of humble abode. The lights were dimmed down, creating this intimate air that surrounds you. Two glasses of wine, both halfway drunk was set on the coffee table. You found yourself setlled comfortably on Mark’s lap, the alcohol in system making your head buzz, blurring out the line between rationality and impulse. Mark’s hand on your thigh felt like it set your skin on fire, but you couldn’t help but yearn for it more.

“something’s on your mind?” Mark’s voice breaks you out of your train of thoughts, bleary eyes traveling up to gaze into his own hazy oned. He looked like he was on the edge of closing his lids, his face nuzzling into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

“do friends do this?”

Your question hangs unanswered for a few moments as the air grows heavier

“do you want to know what I think?” Mark finally replies, his whisper a bit harsh, having a rough edge to it.

And to his question you nodded.

Mark looked like he was bracing himself, contemplating deeply whether he should take the leap after all this time.

“No, friends don’t do this..”

“..they don’t just snuggle with each other the entire night, or wear each other’s clothes or touch each other like we do and call it as being friends. it’s just.. I don’t know.”

He heaves out a heavy sigh before shaking his head.

“Or maybe they do and I’m just looking too deeply into things”

Silence

It was that dense silence against that made his heart thump, making him cower from looking back at you.

“Do you want us to be just friends?”

Your voice was quiet, almost barely a whisper but Mark heard it clearly. His ears perk up and finally lifts his gaze to see you already looking at him, almost unsure but determined. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made your tongue loose or finally dismiss the lingering uncertainty in your minds. But it seemed like you weren’t gonna let this night end without discussing this constant push and pull between the two of you.

“No”

He breathes out, his voice quivering slightly

“I want us to be everything beyond friends”

you let out a soft hum, as if you were contemplating over his words.

"so... best friends?" Mark couldn't hold back the sigh of exasperation that slips his lips, his hand leaving your thigh to card his fingers through his hair "baby, are you being serious?" He felt the lingering annoyance fade away the moment he heard your giggles, the sound you always made when you successfully poke fun at him. "Of course not" A whispy chuckle comes from you as you turn to face him.

"I like you, Mark"

The words felt heavy but they flowed out from you easier than you first thought they would. But your doubt begin to fade as you saw the warm spark in his eyes, his lips quirking into a smile. Mark couldn't find the words to reply with your confession, his body moving faster than his mind as he plants his lips on yours.

Your lips met, a soft brush at first, a tentative exploration of this new territory of hesitance both of you have stepped on. As your lips lingered, the kiss deepened into something more slow and sensual. A warm feeling spread through you, your lips leaving his to catch some air only to be pulled back in. Your hand found his nape, resting on his skin as you keep him closer.

Your chests were heaving when your lips break away for good, the sound of panting fills the room as you try to catch your breath. Mark's cheeks were flushed, her hand moving up to cup your cheek.

"God, I like you too, so fucking much it hurts" He whispers against your lips, his forehead leaning forward to rest on yours.

"I'm all yours baby, you had me from the start, you just had to say the word"

Baby, say the word and I'll be yours

an # tbh idk if this is good (and i kinda think it stinks) but a little story time hueheu I actually got the inspo of writing this because this is how I feel with the guy I like rite neow.. he's confusing the hell out of me but whatever, if I don't get my happy ending at least they will!!

[daughterof-aphrodit]

Pretty Boy - Shoto Todoroki

Warnings: smut

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Shoto was so tired and needy. These last few days have not been easy for him, it seems that the whole city is a mess, and he, as a great superhero, needs to play his role. But saving people all the time, without breaks, is making him very stressed. He doesn't have time to stay with you anymore - and that's killing the man.

Even on normal days, he suffers when he goes a long time without seeing you. Poor boy, he longs for your presence.

It took some time for Shoto to understand his own feelings and declare himself to you. And after he managed to understand, he gave himself totally to you.

Since then the man dedicates the air that breathes you, everything he does is to please you or thinking of you. His wife.

After two stressful weeks of continuous work, things seem to have calmed down. Because of this, he decided to take a day off to spend time with his wife. You could watch a movie, cook together, sleep hugged, and remember the old days of a student. Those were his plans, not yours.

- Baby….- ahh….f-fuck

The hero was lying on your shared bed, totally naked, while you played with his cock. The sensation of heat ran through his body, along with an electrifying sensation, which made the situation even more intense. Damn, how could you be so good with your hands? Honestly he didn't even remember how many times he had come, he can only feel the burning in his thighs and another wave of pleasure that reaches his body. He is totally out of breath, he can't even formulate a sentence correctly. The hair with two colors stuck to his forehead, because of the sweat. How long have you been playing with him? He's already lost track of time too.

In a matter of seconds, another orgasm takes over Shoto's body, now even more intense than the other times, he thinks about asking you to stop. But fuck how much he missed it.

- Ready to fuck me now, pretty boy?

[peachhcs]

moments on the ring

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

going backwards in time from a year in the future to the summer before samy's senior year, the ring camera captures all of the special moments between samy and will.

2.6k words

i was inspired by the tiktoks of couples having cute moments on their ring cameras, so i wrote this. i thought it was so cutie and it's all just scattered moments of samy and will caught on the lakehouse ring camera

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ONE (the summer before will moves to california)

the faster july bled into august, the harder it became for samy to ever sleep. the poor girl's mind raced with a hundred thoughts about starting her next chapter: the last half of college. junior year rode in fast and so did her new captaincy for the women's soccer team.

a dream that the girl's had since she stepped onto campus was now becoming a reality in just short of a few weeks. she couldn't be more grateful, but at the same, she was now leading an entire group of girls in hopes of taking home another national title.

if they lost, it was all on her and that terrified the girl.

she curled up on the front porch steps, eyes on the sky trying to find her favorite constellations. whenever she couldn't sleep, the little hughes wandered outside and stared at the stars until someone came and found her.

usually, it'd be her mom. occasionally jack or luke. recently, though, the one person who's never left her side became the one finding the girl by herself in the late hours of the night. mostly because he'd sense her presence missing and sleepily ventured out to find her.

the front door quietly slid open giving samy the indication that someone found her. she waited for them to approach before acknowledging them. gentle hands slipped something across her shoulders making the goosebumps along her arms quickly disappear.

"found you," will's sleepy voice echoed through the stillness.

"hi, baby," samy smiled up at the blonde as he sat down beside her. the pet name earned a small flush across his cheeks while his hand immediately found a place on her knee.

"hi. can't sleep?" the boy wondered trying to wake himself up more despite everything in him wanting to crawl back under the warm covers.

"yeah. thinking too much i think," she curled herself into her boyfriend's side. his body was like a heater as his warmth spread into her, replacing the cool air swirling around her.

"wanna talk about it?"

a bit of hesitation stopped the girl from immediately opening her mouth. she knew will wouldn't ever judge her, but she almost felt..selfish for admitting being nervous for the upcoming season. he sensed her pause, so he ducked his head down to find her gaze.

"talk to me, hughesy," the blonde gave a loving squeeze so she knew he was all ears. her nickname painted a brief smile on her lips.

"i'm gonna be captain this season," samy mumbled like she didn't believe it herself and she almost didn't.

a smile grew across her boyfriend's lips, "i know. i'm so proud of you."

"what if i let everyone down?" the worries finally flew out of her mouth which almost knocked the breath out of her for admitting it aloud.

"what makes you think that?"

"i dunno. i'm scared i can't lead them to a national title again. then what? i let everyone down," samy explained what troubled her—her doubts and fears about everything going wrong under her guidance.

"even if you don't, no one's gonna hate you. this is gonna be a real good season, yeah? you're gonna take them to the finals again, i know it," will encouraged and his words surprisingly made the youngest hughes feel a lot better. he always knew how to do that somehow and samy never knew how he did it.

"it's just such a big deal. i'm scared i'm gonna fuck it all up," the girl laughed in hopes of keeping herself from crying.

"you won't. you're the best soccer player i know. not many people can rebuild the soccer program in their freshman year," will's sappy words made the brunette blush to the tips of her ears. she hid her face in his chest so he didn't see.

"you're so cheesy."

all will did was kiss her forehead in response. he ran soothing circles across her shoulder which definitely helped settle samy's anxiety. he always knew how to lift her spirits, even if it was just his presence alone.

"you leave for california in two weeks, right?" she changed the subject for now wanting to direct the attention off of her.

"yup. 13.5 days," will's voice almost sounded sad saying that. samy quickly picked up on the shift in his tone, so she shifted herself so she was looking at him.

"your official rookie year. god, i cant believe it's already here," those two years unknowingly flew by for everyone.

"is it weird i'm scared to start a new life all the way across the country from my best friends," the blonde softly wondered. samy cupped his cheek, running her thumb over his soft skin as he leaned into her touch.

"i think you're gonna do really well in san jose. they picked a good one," it was now samy's turn to be all sappy and cheesy. plus, it was only fair that she was because will did it moments ago.

"promise to come visit me?" the boy searched her gaze, one filled with love and lust. the grip on her knee tightened a bit like she'd disappear if he let go.

"i can't promise it will be during the season, but i'll really try after," they knew samy couldn't leave as freely as she did to boston. with her captaincy, she was needed and expected at every practice. not to mention, flying to california was a lot different than flying an hour to boston for a weekend.

"right. just expect a lot of facetime calls then."

their foreheads connected briefly. samy closed her eyes, letting will's sent fill her body and slowly calm her down to the point where she finally became tired. the blonde hooked his arm around her shoulders, a gentle kiss landing on her soft skin.

"wanna go back inside?" he wondered.

samy just nodded, letting will pull her up and lead them into the house. the hockey player smiled at the ring camera that he almost forgot was there knowing it just picked up every single second of that soft moment.

TWO (the summer after samy and will's first year of college)

jack sure knew how to throw a party. people packed themselves in and out of the house, wall to wall, room to room. the summer house probably hasn't ever been so full before, but jack was determined to celebrate luke making it through his rookie year and with nearly everyone in michigan, it was bound to be a good one.

samy stumbled out onto the front porch with will close behind her as they finally escaped the chaos for a few seconds. their hands were intertwined, fearing they'd lose one another in the crowd if they didn't hold onto each other. the brunette fell against the porch railing, some of her drink dripping onto the wood, a lazy smile on her lips.

"jack so would've made a great frat boy if he went to college," will chuckled, leaning himself against the railing as well.

"trust me, i know. we've told him," samy was extra giggly tonight, especially after having a few shots in her system.

the alcohol her brothers bought for the lakehouse didn't and wouldn't compare to the cheap vodka her and hannah found or begged ethan to get them (he refused most of the time anyway). whatever stuff her brother's liked buzzed through the girl's system like a race car and she became a lot more drunk a lot quicker.

the music was so loud, they could hear it from the porch. jack had old pop songs playing and time of our lives by pitbul started blaring through the speakers. samy gasped, forgetting her cup as she pulled will up to start dancing.

"i know my rent was gonna be late about a week ago," the brunette sang—or more like screamed—while swinging her boyfriend's hands around who just laughed.

"i worked my ass off, but i still can't pay it though," will joined in.

they didn't even care that they were the only ones drunk and dancing on the porch. the moment couldn't have been anymore perfect. the oldie songs brought them back to their childhood where they'd similarly scream along to the lyrics without really knowing what any of it meant.

"ooh, i want the time of my life. oh baby, oohhh," once the chorus hit, will spun samy around. she giggled nonstop while the blonde enjoyed seeing her so happy.

the best part of the song came on a few moments later. will wrapped samy up in his arms, snaking them around her waist.

"this is for everybody going through tough times. believe me, been there, done that. but everyday above ground is a great day, remember that," the two sang the verse together before the blonde pushed his lips to samy's when the chorus began again.

something about the moment was so perfect—just two teenagers enjoying themselves as they celebrated getting through their first year of college and long distance while the entire thing was captured on the oh so infamous ring camera right above the door handle.

THREE (the summer after samy and will's first year of college)

samy's heels clicked against the hardwood as she stepped onto the porch. will followed close behind, lazy and lustful smiles on each of their lips as the girl spun around to face her boyfriend. he immediately snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest. 

"thanks for driving me back. you didn't have to, you know," the brunette hummed, reaching her hand up to fix some of his misplaced curls. 

"i know, but it wasn't any problem," the blonde shrugged. 

"it is like 30 minutes out of your way. you have to be up in exactly.." her eyes gazed down at her watch, "five hours." 

will didn't even seem bothered by the fact, "i'll just sleep on the plane. whatever." 

his nonchalantness never failed to amaze the girl. will was due in san jose for a two week summer development camp with a plane to catch in seven hours, yet he was standing on samy's porch past midnight after spending a long night out with her family and then insisted to drive her back to the house before he went to his hotel closer to the airport. 

"you're crazy, you know that?" samy shook her head in amusement. 

"i am for you," will grinned, his cheesy words earning a playful eye roll. 

"god, you're so insufferable sometimes," she cupped the boy's cheeks to pull his face closer to hers, an indication that she wanted a kiss. 

"gonna miss you, pretty girl. two weeks is so long," the blonde hummed. 

"it will fly by. we did four months." 

"the worst four months of my life," being so caught up in hockey and soccer, time to see one another was pretty limited during the school year. 

summer would always be will and samy's favorite months. 

"promise to call you every night," samy beamed making the hockey player smile too. 

"you better. you're sure you can't come with me?" will always did this when one of them were leaving for long periods of time. he was desperate to get samy to follow him everywhere. 

"i wish, but you need to have your moment. one more year before you join the sharks," the girl squeezed his chin. 

"don't remind me." 

with that, samy placed her lips to her boyfriend's. his hands gripped her waist, deepening the kiss as his tongue slipped into her mouth. she tasted like strawberries—a taste the boy would never get tired of. it just made him want her even more. 

"you looked so beautiful tonight by the way," will mumbled when they broke apart for some air. 

samy's cheeks reddened, "thanks pretty boy." 

that was will's favorite pet name. he ducked his head back down to reconnect their lips. samy's hands started wandering towards will's curls, pulling gently near the nape of his neck which emitted a small sound from the back of his throat. 

"wanna kiss you forever," his hands started wandering lower until his one hand slipped over her ass in a tight squeeze. 

samy tugged harder at his curls looking for more. their need poured into each other's lips with will tugging the girl closer despite there not being anymore space left between them. 

"you two better get a room," jack's voice instantly broke them apart. 

samy spun around, her gaze zeroing in on the ring where jack just talked from. 

"oh fuck off, jack," the younger girl rolled her eyes. 

"you better be glad i was the one who looked and not dad or some shit. wrap it up before they do see anything. y'all are so gross," jack was most definitely rolling his eyes. 

"fucking idiot," samy mumbled. she turned back to will, her smile quickly returning. 

"see you in two weeks?" 

"i'll see you so soon," will planted one more kiss to her lips before heading back down the porch. he waved to the camera incase jack was still secretly watching. 

once he was back in his car, samy spun on her heel. bending down so she was eye level with the camera, "you're so annoying. i can't wait until i can annoy you and your girlfriend." 

FOUR (samy gets her acceptance to umich)

the adrenaline buzzed through the young girl as she impatiently waited for her brothers and will to come back from their fishing excursion. their last eta update was 10 minutes ago being 15 minutes away meaning they were close to home.

samy texted them saying she had big news. the piece of paper was gripped firmly in her hands, the anticipation nearly killing the poor girl. she paced diligently across the porch with almost a hundred thoughts running through her brain.

distant voices started filling her ears, head whipping towards the dock down the yard. the four of them tumbled out of the boat. "mom! they're here!" samy yelled into the screen door.

she began waving her arms above her head, wanting to catch their attention. ellen was on the porch a moment later, phone in hand to record everyone's reactions.

"guys! guys! hurry!" the brunette yelled to will and her brothers.

"what's up little hughesy?" jack wondered as he picked his pace up and samy rolled her eyes at the nickname.

she'd never escape being little hughesy since her brothers would always be hughes or hughesy. she glanced back at her mom who beamed, nodding some encouragement.

"now what's up?" luke snickered while quinn and will looked at the girl expectantly while also confused when they saw ellen recording.

samy revealed the paper from behind her back, a large smile creeping onto her lips.

"i got into the university of michigan!!" samy exclaimed, immediately jumping up and down.

the shock hit all of their faces at the same time with luke being the first one to scoop his little sister into his arms.

"holy shit!! that's awesome! is it full ride for soccer??" the middle hughes exclaimed as well.

"full ride!" the girl echoed.

jack and quinn took their turns embracing their sister as well, leaving will as the last one. he scooped his best friend into his arms, a large smile plastered across his entire face.

"jesus, you're so awesome. so proud of you, hughesy," will gushed earning a small flush across the girl's cheeks.

she giggled as he spun her around a little.

"now you gotta come to michigan with me," samy poked his chest.

"or you can come to boston," the boy proposed with his little shit eating grin.

her eyes found everyone else's before landing on the tiny camera taking in the entire moment. she ran to it, showing off her acceptance letter with the word congratulations written in big letters across the top. someone wrapped their arms around her waist and samy immediately knew it was will just based on his hold. 

the quick kiss on her cheek most definitely went unknown by everyone except the camera. samy sported a small blush before turning back to her brothers where they all continued celebrating their little sister's acceptance. 

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Don’t take my sunshine away.

Part 3.

Warning ⚠️; blood, murder, grief.

Pairing; Bruce Wayne/Male Reader

Summary; You finally killed the Joker, avenging your son, but not before he gave Metropolis a dose of his medicine. The Justice League doesn't agree with your actions, but at least you have your husband by your side.

Note; So this is technically the last part of Dont take My Sunshine Away, but let me know if you want me to make it a real series and follow with Jason resurrection etc :).

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The smoke and dust are heavy on your lungs, making them feel as if they were filled with cement. You fight the urge to cough, your eyes not leaving the silhouette on the ground. You can hear the regular click of the trigger you are pressing, the gun now empty and refusing to spit more bullets.

In a daze, you can barely comprehend what just happened. Maybe it was the shock, maybe it was your brain trying to protect itself from more trauma. A small laugh left your mouth as you saw the puddle of blood grow under the corpse.

The Joker is dead.

You just killed him.

Half his head is gone, brain matter splattered all over the ground and his chest is pierced by so many holes you can't count them. The only thing you know is you shot his lungs and heart. The fucker was probably dead before touching ground.

A shame.

You should have made it last.

No.

Too risky. Joker was a slimy bitch, had you taken your time he would have escaped and killed more. Maybe he would have taken your son again.

Tim.

Tim!

The thought of your youngest son is enough to snap you back to reality. You gasped for air, letting go of the gun which hit the ground with a metallic thud. Your free hand is grasping clothes and you turned your gaze down to see what you were holding.

Tim’s face is pressed against your abdomen, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You can hear his soft sobs and feel his little body shaking with each of them. Poor thing is covered in ash and dust, but he doesn't look hurt. You sigh in relief, wrapping your own arms around the kid, burying your nose in his dirty hair.

- “It’s over. It’s all over baby.” You whispered before falling down on your knees.

Exhaustion hit you like a truck as the adrenaline slowly leave your body. Tim is still pressed against you as you look around, trying to make sense of what you are seeing. It takes you a few seconds before you recognized Metropolis or what is left of its downtown.

Buildings are destroyed, some still burning, and the streets are cracked. The scene seemed out of an apocalyptic movie. People running around you, some walking like zombies as lost as you were and of course, you couldn't ignore the corpses that lay around.

Swallowing hard, you grabbed Tim as you got up, carrying him in your arms. You felt his arms wrap around your neck while his legs did the same around your waist. He was finally calming down, but still shaking like a leaf.

You weren't better.

- “It’s okay, Timmy, it's okay. We are going to find…” who? Bruce… you can't remember if he was with you, probably not and if he was he is surely walking around as Batman right now. “We are going to find help and then we will get Bruce.”

Yes. Bruce would know what to do and he would help you ground yourself. He couldn't be too far either, never would he have left you and Tim alone here. You had adopted the boy barely a few weeks ago after all. His new Robin, the source of a resent fight between you and your spouse.

You didn't want Tim to know the same fate as Jason and Bruce had been hurt that you thought he would let it happen. But here you were, walking through the destruction the Joker had caused, thanking whatever God was out there that Tim was untouched. You couldn't lose another son, not when you still grieved Jason. In fact, you would never be able to grieve another child the pain was too much.

But the presence of Tim in your life made it easier. He helped you every day, and stood by your side almost every minute he was home keeping your mind busy. Tim had been able to make you laugh again. You cried when he called you dad. He never called you papa, knowing it would hurt too much. But you had missed this; being a father.

Adopting Tim had been the best thing happening to you since losing Jason.

Even the Justice League had grown fond of the boy. Well, those who Bruce welcomed into your home like Barry, J’onn and Diana. You hadn't spoken with Clark since the incident in the Batcave, refusing to hear him out or forgive him. It was petty of you and you knew it. But you couldn't forget what he had said.

Until now.

Until Tim, bless his heart, had sat you down and convinced you to make an amend with Superman. How could you say no to such a sweet eleven-year-old boy? And he was right. You couldn't hold a grudge forever.

But this changed everything. You knew Clark would be pissed off at you and probably other members of the League. You were in his city and killed the Joker, the very man that Clark refused to let you or Bruce kill. Yet, as you walked among the debris, you didn't care. Your new son was safe and unharmed in your arms and the Joker would never be able to hurt anyone else. No parents would have to bury their children anymore.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally walked away from the destruction and found help. Paramedics immediately took a look at you and Tim, confirming that your son was perfectly fine. You, on the other hand, suffered from bruised and small cut, but nothing threatening.

It wasn't long until Alfred joined you and you got inside the car. Tim stayed pressed against your side, arms wrapped around you with his hands clenching tightly your shirt. You held him close too, heart still racing in your chest as Alfred gave you a phone before driving away. He didn't need to tell you who was on the line.

- “Bruce. Oh Bruce I’m so sorry.” You said, voice shaking as the gravity of the situation finally hit you.

- “Darling, it's okay. You did nothing wrong and the only important thing is that you and Tim are safe.” Your husband said, his voice deep and calm.

You nodded silently, tears rolling down your cheeks as you kissed Tim’s hair. The boy buried his face in your chest.

- “He saved me, us, Bruce. Joker was going to kill us!”

- “I know Tim, I found the Joker. Your dad wouldn't have killed him if your life hadn't been at risk. There is nothing your dad wouldn't do to keep you safe. And that is the only thing that matters right now; you two being safe and sound.”

You smiled, lips trembling as you looked down at Tim. It was true. There was nothing you wouldn't do to keep your youngest son safe. You already lost one, still cried the loss of Jason and wouldn't survive losing Tim. Tim who was a blessing. Your sweet little baby stalker. He looked up and smiled at you too.

- “I will join you as soon as I can. For now, I have to deal with Clark and the rest of the League.” You could hear how annoyed Bruce was by that fact. Of course, he wanted to be by your side now, but couldn't. “Clark is pretty pissed off at you for killing the Joker and sending him in Metropolis. The others are on his side, except J’onn and Barry.”

- “Yeah, well where was he?” You asked, rolling your eyes. “He wasn't here to stop that maniac so what was I supposed to do? Let Joker kill us?”

- “No. Like I said, you did the right thing. I’ll deal with the League and join you at home as soon as I can.” Bruce said, calming the anger that was rising inside you. “Do you remember anything?”

- “I, yes… no… I mean we were in downtown looking for a new computer for Tim waiting for Clark and the next thing I know I was shooting the Joker.” You said, frowning as you looked outside.

- “Might be the gas that the Joker used. I still don't know how he did it, but he got his hand on Scarecrow's fear gas and released it in downtown. That's why shit hit the fan. I’m glad you were able to keep Tim and yourself safe.”

You smiled, hearing the pride in Bruce's voice and cradled Tim closer to your chest. After you hung up you felt a strange sense of peace filling you and finally began to relax. The Joker was dead, never again would he be able to hurt your husband or son or anyone else. You were… free and Jason could finally rest in peace, his murderer now burning in hell.

At home, Alfred helped Tim to clean up while you went to wash yourself and patch up your wounds. In the mirror, you stared at yourself. Bruises and cuts finally covered, but they still stunk and hitched you. Your eyes, you noticed, seemed more alive. Ironic when you just took another man’s life.

Now that you took the time to think about it, you felt strangely bad. Bruce had morals and you just broke it. You killed a man. Would Bruce ever think less of you? Be disgusted by you?

You did your best to ignore those thoughts and went to bed, exhaustion crushing you. You were half asleep when you felt Tim joining you under the blankets. His little body was shaking with fear. You wrapped your arms around him, whispering sweet words until he was deep asleep. In the darkness of the room, you watched your son sleeping and smiled faintly. You were happy that fate had given you another chance to be a father and vowed to not let anything happen to Tim, no matter the price. Looking at your sleeping child, you stopped feeling guilty about killing the Joker. If the world wanted to see you as a villain, if even your husband wanted to hate you for it, so be it. You would burn the world just to keep Tim warm.

You soon fell asleep only to wake up with callous fingers stroking your cheek. When you opened your eyes, your gaze fell on Bruce. Your husband laid down behind Tim, smiling as he looked at you. In the golden morning light, you could see how tired he was.

- “Bruce? You are already back?” You asked, voice still sleepy and barely a whisper.

- “Yes. I didn't want to stay away from you.. I needed to make sure you were fine and weren't injured.” Bruce whispered back, taking your hand in his and kissing your fingers. “I needed to be with you.”

You smiled at his affection, your thumb caressing his hand. You felt your heart swell with love for your husband, falling even more for him. Others were used to his coldness and indifference, but with you, he was always so caring.

- “You don't hate me, do you? For killing Joker.”

- “You could destroy the whole world and couldn't hate you.” Bruce replied and you knew he was being honest.

You chuckled and Bruce pressed his forehead against yours. Tim groaned and moved between you, his hands clenching your shirt as he mumbled something in his sleep. You and Bruce smiled and your spouse passed his hand into Tim’s hair. You knew it wasn't an easy situation for Bruce either as he was still grieving Jason too, but it made you happy to see him get attached to the kid. After all, Bruce wasn't one to be so open about his emotions or show affection except to you.

- “So you managed to calm the League down?” You asked, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth of Bruce’s touch.

- “Yes. Clark was the angriest one, he felt like you tricked him.” Bruce said with a yawn.

It made you snort. As if you had planned to trick Superman into letting his downtown be destroyed by a lunatic clown. You got it, he was angry about the destruction, but it wasn't your fault. He should have been there to protect his city.

You opened your eyes when you felt Bruce’s hand back on your cheek. Your husband smiled too, staring at you with a soft look in his eyes. There was also relief and you knew he got scared by the situation. He almost lost you and Tim after all.

- “You should rest too, Bruce. You clearly need it as much as us.” You whispered and Bruce nodded.

Bruce kept his hand on your face and you slowly fell back asleep. Your little family was safe and complete and the biggest threat to it was forever gone. That night, you had the best sleep since you lost Jason and so did Bruce.

[seijorhi]

ok ok i have been thinking about oikawa <33

tw: baby trapping, infertility, yandere vibes, oikawa is an awful, terrible man

namely, oikawa with a darling who for whatever reason can't have kids.

he wants a family with you more than almost anything else. a pretty wife, a nice big house, a wall for his trophies and medals, and a couple of adorable looking kids to tie the whole picture together. that's the dream.

you not being able to get (or stay) pregnant naturally throws a kink in that plan, but not to worry, where there's a will, there's a way. surrogacy is out of the question, he can't have too many people prying too closely into his relationship with you.

adoption's a little easier to manage, especially if he's not tied up with the red tape of the 'official' channels.

he'll just come home one day, two little bundles of joy in arms, and introduce you to your babies; a boy and a girl, how sweet!

and no, you don't need to worry your pretty little head about where he got them from, they're your babies now, that's all that matters.

except, no amount of him telling you that makes you feel anything maternal towards the twins. you're concerned about them, absolutely, you're not some cold, unfeeling monster. you'll take care of them when oikawa leaves, read to them, feed them, hold and soothe them when they cry – but that doesn't make you their mother.

(and you shudder to think about what happened there)

unfortunately, seeing you look after his children awakens something inside of him. he's always been insatiable, but when he fucks you now, your thighs pushed back, his cock driving into you with a relentless pace, he gets this manic, intense look in his eyes, starts talking about how he's going to fuck another kid into you, how he's gonna keep you barefoot and pregnant. you're such a good mama, aren't you, he'll give you all the kids you want. he'll give you everything, you just have to take it.

and you know he knows that's an impossibility, but in the heat of the moment you get this sick, twisty feeling inside of you.

you can't just wait around for him to find a way to follow through on that promise. you have to get out. it's bad enough that you have to leave those poor babies with him, but on paper at the very least, they are his kids, and you're not their mother.

but your husband is nothing if not perceptive. he turns to you one night, a sweet smile on his handsome face, 'you know i'd be beside myself without you, i don't know what i'd do if i lost you.' he laces his fingers with yours, brings you hand to his lips and kisses it softly, holding your gaze the entire time. '… what'd happen to those kids without their mama around.'

you hear it for the undeniable threat that it is.

your blood runs cold.

he wouldn't... he wouldn't hurt the babies, right?

oikawa's many things; jealous, perverse, possessive, with a mean streak that borders on sadistic at times, but that's always been directed solely towards you. you... and anyone he deemed a threat to your relationship.

he's already done awful, illegal things to get you here, is it really such a stretch to think he'd do worse to keep you tethered?

while you might not view the babies as yours per se, the same can't be said for oikawa. he's a doting father, he adores them – whether they're his blood or not.

he wouldn't hurt them.

he wouldn't.

but the next time you see him with his daughter in his arms, lifting her up to blow raspberries against her stomach as she giggles and squirms in delight, you can't help the bolt of fear that shoots through you, the sudden urge to rush forward and take her from his arms. to protect her.

even if doing so only makes your husband grin.

[slutz4marsh]

Stan getting a little too into his cocky cool guy schtick at a party or something to the point that someone starts talking the reader up a little. They literally chat for less than a few minutes before Stan whisks reader back home where he gives them orgasm after orgasm while groveling for reader's attention and affection. He's just oscillating between, "please please call me your good boy" and "nobody could make you cum like I do" energy while fucking your brains out.

*swoons* I love this blog I feel like I've found my people!!

you have. you absolutely have.

ALSO TYSM IM SO GLAD U LIKE THE BLOG I WAS SO NERVOUS WHEN I MADE IT SOBS

Stan Marsh x GN Reader SMUT

Look, you didn't mean to make Stan this upset. You didn't mean to make him upset at all, actually.

Simply put, Stan was being just a little too cocky confident cool guy douchebag for you at this party, so you wandered off and grabbed a drink in the kitchen. It was then that things went south.

Someone you didn't really recognize started talking to you, leaning against the wall and halfway flirting with you, and to be honest? it wasn't much of anything. You didn't even know their name. It was only about a two or three minute long conversation when you saw Stan appear next to you, saying you should be on your way home.

And that, my dear, is how you found yourself in your current situation.

Stan has you flat against the mattress while he lifts your hip to better allow himself access to sticky and borderline abused hole. You're sore and you're practically drooling from how many times you've cum by now, but you can't bring yourself to tell him to stop.

"Call me a good boy," Stan gasps into your ear. "no, no... Call me your good boy."

"You're a good boy," you gasp right back. "You're my good boy. So, so fucking- ah!- good for me."

Stan's hips stutter inside you, and he whimpers as he continues to pound into you. He can feel you getting closer, and it only spurs him on.

"You gonna cum?" Stan groans right into your ear, and his words go directly south. "That's right- that's right, baby. Cum all over me. I'm the only one who can make you cum like this." He lightly smacks your thigh. "Say it."

It's your turn to whine as you tilt your head back against the pillows. "You're the only one," you gasp as you feel the oncoming orgasm. You've lost count of how many this makes it. "Who can make me cum-"

With that, your words and breath are taken from you as stan's perfectly sculpted dick brings you to yet another earth shattering orgasm.

"Stan, 's- 's too much," you whine, squirming from the overstimulation.

Stan shakes his head as he grips your hips tighter to hold you still. "You can take it," he mumbles into your neck. "Please? Please, baby, for me. Just one more."

He's pleading in the whiniest voice you've ever heard, and you can't possibly say no.

Stan pistons in and out of you, whimpering and whining into your skin. Every so often, a pitiful whining beg for attention will leave his lips; "Please, baby, say I'm good. Say you love me. Please, please, I'm treating you so good, right? Please." or a whiny but more dominant sounding claim; "I'm the only one who could ever make you feel this good, huh? Only one who can make you cum this hard this much."

When you finally cum the final time Stan had pitifully begged you for, your clenching around him is enough to coax another orgasm out of Stan, who finally stops thrusting into you.

You're both panting as he pulls out and collapses on top of your sweating, naked body.

"I love you," Stan says as he yanks your body closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "So fucking much."

You pet his hair and pull him as close as you can, shivering as you feel loads of cum leaking out of you.

"I love you too, Stan."

Your night is spent with cuddles and reassurances on both of your ends.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Random BL Superlatives: 2023

I'll still probably do a proper wrap-up post at year's end, but I adore this idea by @lurkingshan, so thought I would toss out a few of my own.

Character who most needs an immediate spinoff: Nawin from Laws of Attraction

I need more of our unhinged himbo and his crew of loyal idiots. I'm thinking something along the lines of an uptight young cop comes to town to investigate, gets his world mind-blowingly rocked mentally and physically, and leaves the force to join his himbo on a life of wild crime.

Best chewing of the scenery: Wayne Song in Kiseki: Dear to Me

I know some people thought it was too much, but my beloved Wayne can do whatever he wants. He was clearly having the best time going all in on the unhinged energy of Zhang Teng, and I love that for him.

BL boy I most want to feed soup and give a warm hug to:

As I mentioned in my carnal list, there are a lot of cuties out there that I can appreciate, but also kinda look like babies to me because of their age. Khaotung is one of them. I love him, he's gorgeous, and a brilliant actor, but I just want to take care of him. Give him a cinnamon roll character like Gaipa, and I'm lost. Let me feed and cuddle you!

Best saving grace in a mediocre series: Bosston in Be Mine Superstar

I did a whole post about my love for Bosston and getting to see him sink his teeth (and entire body) into a role like Muang. As much as I like Ja & First, they felt underwritten and forgettable. But Bosston made the watch worth it. (And we're getting him & Jo in another series, woop, woop!).

Moment that most sticks in my head from this year: Chen Yi & Ai Di in Kiseki: Dear to Me

Honestly, this series and this couple did me in so many times, but there is something about this scene in particular. Chen Yi's smirk knowing he's got Ai Di where he wants him, the fact that he's been practicing eating spicy food just for this very moment, the ease with how he lifts Ai Di, how Ai Di can't help himself from putting his arms around Chen Yi. So unwell.

This is a close second:

The Best non-BL BL relationship: Khatha & Dome in Midnight Museum

Brothers, my hiney. Also give us our sequel!

[usopps-devotee]

Monster trio + Usopp with a stoner s/o headcanons

Tags: sfw, mentions of drugs and alcohol, boys being boys ig, typos probably

Usopp

• Cares less than most think, even joins you for a blunt every now and then when things are calm

• It's not often you get to smoke with him but his stories get funnier and more outrageous

• Makes sure sanji has snacks prepared for your munchies

• Hotboxed his workshop too many times to count, if the crew can't find you he knows it's filled to the brim with smoke

• Worries that you'll green out sometimes like he did when he first smoked, most cautious of your intake

• Gets Hella touchey, like this man refuses to take his hands off of you

Sanji

• Shook to his core???

• He's fine with you smoking it's just now he's not the only one on the ship

• Always makes sure both of your lighters have fuel

• No papers/blunts? That's fine he let's you freak one of his cigs and use that

• Snack mountain for your munchie

•  luffy isn't allowed near it per sanji's request

• Can and will roll for you if you ask and makes the prettiest ones you've ever seen

• More verbally affectionate then normal but in a quiet way

• whispers of affection and its honestly a nice change

Zoro

• Only one who doesn't join you coward (but also don't peer pressure people tho)

• Neither of you are sober at any given time, If it's not one of you on something it's both of you

• Somehow you both get lost even more than zoro being on his own,

• the crew really needs a tracker for yall at this point

• Sees you with a j in one hand and a bottle in the other as a sign to take a break from training

• Get so high you cant/don't want to fight? Don't worry he's got you covered !

• Go ahead and roll another if you would like

Luffy

• Someone pray for sanji and the combined amount of food the two of you are gonna eat

• This man already eats a lot, now add munchies to the mix??????

• Purely the reason sanji has to triple the food budget

•  give that poor baby some rest PLEASEE he needs it

• Pulls an ace the first time he smokes and falls asleep face first into his food

• Absolutely CANNOT roll, will fuck up the blunt if you try to let him do so

• Decent with rolling leafs and it's the only thing you can trust him with atp

[dragon-queen21]

hii Mayliz, it's been awhile! Hope you're doing pretty well:] I've been into genshin impact for awhile now, and I can't help but ask-

What do you think about CG! wriothesley/big brother cg wriothesley?

The man is literally caregiver material I can't help myself

(I would send a gif but- yeah I can't unfortunately) BUT

I did a height comparison chart thing and if their wiki-heights tell the truth, Wriothesley is 6'4, while Aether is 5'4. (And if you wanted to know what that height may physically look like, Aether can barley reach his head over Wriothesley's shoulder blade)

Also another question!

do you have any options on scaramouche? I see him as a little personally, but many people hc him as a cg and yeah I get where they're coming from! But what is your opinion about that? 🤔 Maybe options of Scara in gen, etc. . .

🧸 that's all the questions I have, for now- but if you want me to ever just do height comparisons sign me up because I'd do that in a heartbeat. And if you need art requests lmk. I have a few ideas:]

+ just be aware I might show up in your inbox alot be because I have a lot of ideas with genshin impact sjsjjs

It has been awhile! Hello hello! :D

~First of all, I thought Wriothesley had wolf ears when I first saw him, and upon finding out this isn’t true, ‘my disappointment is immeasurable, and my day is ruined’ /ref

~Also, I have not met him technically. So I am going off of general vibes here and I am so sorry if I am off 😔 But you are so right, he just gives off over protective big brother vibes and I love it!

~Very much a no nonsense caregiver but still super soft and sweet when he wants to be

~The height comparison is too cute. Ahhh, tiny baby :3 I love Aether so much >.< I'm just imagining Aether being held for the first time by Wriothesley and instantly feeling so small, both physically and mentally and so very safe. The poor boy needs a break honestly.

~Okay, but imagine for a sec the most pouty, overtired baby who absolutely does not want to listen to his caregiver. Throws himself on the floor arms crossed, like 'ha, what are you going to do about it?’ And Wriothesley just barely blinks at the regressor's antics, and scoops Aether up like the Traveler is weightless. Instantly the tiniest little guy being held.

~Regarding Scaramouche. See, you can't give me a character with a traumatic childhood/backstory and expect me not to see him as a regressor /j

~He wouldn't have experienced a real childhood. Essentially cast out into the world on his own with no support. And for the longest time wouldn't even know what the feeling was when he's regressed. As the Wanderer the small floaty feeling that came on when he was feeling lost and overwhelmed only multiplied.

~I like to think that Nahida is his caregiver and the first one to explain what age regression is. Poor thing would probably have such trust issues when it comes to having a caregiver. He would be expecting her to act towards him like Ei did and just flat out ignore his needs while little so it takes him such a long time to open up to the idea of her actually caring about him.

~Random little headcanon: He would have a crow plush. Maybe wearing a tiny version of his own hat that was made especially for the little friend

~I can see him being a caregiver in the sense of trying and be better than the 'adults' around him, and the guilt of leaving someone behind when they are obviously distressed because that's what he always wanted someone to do for him. For who though I'm not sure. (My gut reaction is Aether but then again I just really like baby Aether so...)

Inbox is always open I shall do my best to respond to any ideas! This made me so happy to read! And besides it's nice to hear from you :D I would love if you did the height comparisons and shared them! I was doing that for awhile trying to figure out Aether's height compared to Diluc. Also, I will take any drawing requests you have, please. I have can always use ideas to give me inspiration.

[strkamand]

I didn't vote for my needs

I didn’t vote for my needs alone

Not that I don’t have needs.

--> I need access to safe, medically-approved abortion: My sweet little boy wants a baby sister and under too many of the up-for-votes abortion statutes, my uterus would become a property of the state, ever to be forced to carry a baby to term, even when it isn’t viable and would endanger both my life and my future capacity to bear children, not to mention my mental capacity...

--> I need to see my nephews live long and happy lives: My nephews are biracial, beautiful, strong, wonderful boys. I value their lives. No white supremacist is going to consider that they're half white. Too many police officers have proven that they will value being 'in control' over my nephews' lives.

--> I need affordable healthcare: My husband and I are ok on his healthcare right now. But we're one illness, one job loss, and like many others, a few months worth of savings from not being able to provide payment for our healthcare costs.

--> I need a job that doesn't discriminate against my gender: I have debt from college and from the medical costs of our fertility issues. I need to be able to pay that back. I can't do that if I have an employer who feels like he can, at any time, take advantage of my female-ness by paying me less or endangering my workplace with harassment.

But I didn't vote for my needs alone.

I voted for the needs of those who don't have privilege.

I am a white woman.

I live in a two-income household and I went to college.

I am in a heterosexual relationship.

Thanks to college, I have well-developed skills that make it so I can find employment in many fields.

I have no physical disability.

I slept in a bed in a warm room last night where I can leave my things until the next night and so on.

My neighbors know me and my family.

I inherited my citizenship in this country from those who stole it from its' indigenous citizens.

My child's father participates in that child's care/needs (both financially and emotionally).

I have access to reliable relatives who could care for us if a natural disaster hit.

I. am. privileged.

So I didn't vote for my needs alone.

I voted for the people of color, who suffer terror and racism on a level I will never understand.

I voted for those who have poverty-level income because they didn't get a chance to go to college or to have safe, trauma-free learning environments.

I voted for those who are not heterosexual.

I voted for those who never got to develop skills because they couldn't get the funding or support or time off or whatEVER resources they needed to go to college.

I voted for those who have limited access to employment because of their lack of skills.

I voted for those who have physical disabilities.

I voted for those who do not have a warm house or a bed or a room of their own and have to track their things from night to night.

I voted for those who worry about their safety because they cannot choose their neighborhood.

I voted for children in cages, traumatized to the point they'll never recover.

I voted for parents who sought asylum here and instead, were separated from their children.

I voted for the First Nations Citizens, who have lost everything to so-called 'Christian' settlers and other colonizers.

I voted for single parents who don't have another parent in the home to provide support to the children living there.

I voted for children who have to care for themselves because their single parent is working.

I voted for children who don't have financial or emotional resources, and suffer the consequences, both seen and unseen.

I voted for those who have no extended family or tribe. Who have had to face every natural disaster of this year by getting up earlier or going to bed later to do things like repair homes and cars, evacuate, and wait outside care clinics for those who cannot afford care.

I didn't vote for my needs alone.

I voted for the needs of those who don't have privilege.

I voted for those who feel alone, abandoned by elected officials who aren't listening to the needs of their constituents, but instead, to the needs of their lone agendas.

I voted for indivisible justice for all so that privilege alone will never again get a vote.

I voted for healing and support and unity.

Because that's what we all need.

[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

Back

Today is unusually warm for early spring, so even though it's still Still Dirt (really wish they'd lay some grass seed already), I'm back at the cemetery today. It's windy AF. But that's actually kind of nice. All the wind chimes people hung in the trees are sounding. The Boy hates wind chimes but I've always liked them and I like that there are so many so close to you and that today's windy. It's like all the bells are ringing for you. The bells I left are still here. So is the stone I placed on your headstone last time, which is nice. I brought another stone this time. It's from when my family took the RV to the Painted Desert 2 summers ago. I'll bring a stone every time I come. A cool looking one. Maybe one from the places I go. Or just from the driveway at home. Something that isn't going to get thrown out or blown away. Something that won't die. I'm not gonna bring flowers anymore. Because the friendship won't ever die even though you did. It's a rock. ❤️💔😢

Anyway, I kinda hate that you're here right next to your mom. I mean I get it. But also...like I think your dad has been by here since the last time I was here, and there's nothing on your grave but the stuff I left. And the petal-less flower stems that are propped up in the hole in the top of your mom's headstone (can't believe there's no memorial vase on either of yours, but there's a HOLE where there's meant to be one) really seem to me like the ones I left here for you last time. Since the petals are gone, I'll never know. And maybe it wasn't your dad. Maybe it was some cemetery worker that assumed the flowers were supposed to be on a woman's grave. And that's the closest one to you. But there aren't any new barren stems on your grave, man. And there should be, goddammit. It pisses me off that it seems like I'm the only one coming here for you. I'll always come back. I promise.

Kentucky lost and all the villains are winning in tournament ball this year so we quit watching last weekend and we turned on a documentary on Dick Vitale instead. Damn thing made me cry. The end is how he swore to honor Jim Valvano every day since he died, because that was his best friend, and he's done that for 30 years. I will too. I'll do better than Dickie V even. But I'm not ever gonna scream, "You need a T.O. baby!!!"

At least the Reds looked good on Opening Day.

A motorcycle just rode by. Makes me want to get on the bike with J but we don't have time today and the weather is taking a turn tomorrow. But it does remind me that I'm going to buy you a guardian bell. I bought J one for his bikes. That's what they're really for, but it's a nice all weather bell. Once I can find one that doesn't have religious or weird redneck shit on it, I'll bring it with a new stone to leave for you.

Alright well I gotta go now. We have to pick the Boy up from a friend's so he can go practice driving more tonight before dinner. And the gates close here stupid early. But I'll be back again. And yeah I'm still crying but at least there wasn't any snot this time. I miss you. Love you, dude. I'll come back after spring break. ❤️

[hopefulstarfire]

Princess Galavren Alagondar Ren Farlong

She/they

Human

Ranger (Beast Master)

22 years old.

The party's resident walking disaster

Ren never wanted to be some long lost princess. Frankly, for all she cares, the simple life of living off the land, climbing trees and spending time with her various animal friends would be more than enough for her.

Her family's legacy demands an heir. Everyone believed the Alagondars all perished in the destruction of Neverwinter some forty years ago, their ghosts haunting the halls and insisting there will come an heir. Many are forced to believe the false narrative Lord Neverember put into place that it is him, but the ghosts remain displeased.

They know the truth. Princess Aurelia, the youngest daughter of Prince Branwell, was smuggled out as the destruction rained down, taken by one of the Neverwinter Nine that protected her great-grandfather. A young girl, she had been smuggled out into the woods to be with what remained of the Nine. There was danger involved with the destruction -- not just concerns of rebuilding the ruined city, but with a power vacuum that threatened to consume everything, families attempting coups to take the city back. Then came the arrival of the False King and they knew they had to bide their time wisely.

Aurelia fell in love with the son of her savior, a boy named Damon Farlong. He himself was a descendent of another important Neverwinter Nine knight, the famous Kalach-Cha, who had been a ranger trained by her adoptive father. It served for a powerful bloodline and union that blessed them first with their wild child daughter. They named her for one of the first knights of Neverwinter, who formed the basis for the Nine; on his tomb is enscribed "The only who remembers the promise left unfulfilled."

Ren remembers their mother as someone kind and graceful, who held fast to her faith that they could return home and rebuild Castle Never. She thought it charming her daughter always brought home wounded animals to take care of, and thought her resourcefulness and bravery would make her a fine queen, if she could just allow herself to be ladylike. Her father was always more stoic, a bit more firm to try and push her towards her studies. He wanted her to be the great queen he believed she would need to be. A skilled ranger and marksman, he sometimes indulged her habits, believing she needed a strong and steady aim. The other knights serving under the Nine were the ones she had wrapped around her pretty little finger and they secretly taught her how to curse, gamble and do the fun activities-- can't have too straight laced of a princess, after all. Even if it did piss off Damon.

Ren was gifted her younger sister, Princess Melia, when she was 5 and it had been a joyous time in their family. She took a shine to her baby sister, wanting to show her everything in the world and they became partners in crime. When she was 11, they were gifted with another sibling, a bouncing baby boy named Brann.

At the age of 15, the family went out on an outing. They were trying to travel out to Baldurs Gate to meet with some noble families to see if they could try and build up to regain control. There had been several attempts to take out Lord Neverember and none succesdful; they had to vie for the right moment.

Unfortunately, their party was attacked by goblin raiders. Several people lost their lives in that skirmish, including her mother. Brann had tried to run off and was severely injured, almost dying himself, but found himself losing the ability to speak. Melia was destroyed emotionally from the attack, along with dealing with her own physical injuries.

Ren came out with scars, but had put up the best fight that she could. They were found by the druids and their leader, Halsin, allowed them time to heal. They took to caring for their siblings while their father fell into a catatonic depression, falling to drink to suppress his broken heart.

She developed a close bond to the head druid, and he took to venturing past the Grove with her to teach her some of what he knew. He offered counsel in her time of stress and encouraged her to keep steadfast in her goals -- she would make a fine young woman, no matter the path she chose.

They would eventually go back to their own encampment and several fights would break out between Ren and their father and they were forced to take on more leadership than she was ready for.

It became too much for her, as the years passed. Halsin could only do so much in their corresponding letters to help her. Between the extra training and schooling, the constant looming pressure to secure their forces to take back Neverwinter and the fights, she was exhausted.

It all came to a head when her father announced he had found suitors for her and Melia and they would need to travel to perform the weddings. They would make for the "powerful alliances" needed for when they came back to Neverwinter. Melia, while nervous, always took their responsibilities more seriously and agreed, ready to meet her suitor.

Ren had enough.

She packed a bag, plotted her course and took off, ready to migrate between different forests for the rest of her days or make it back to the Grove to seek Halsin's protection. No more would she have to be Princess Galavren, the long lost heir to the Alagondar Dynasty, the one foretold to take back the once grand city, she could just be Ren Farlong, a lone Ranger that loved a good brawl.

Her hopes of completely hiding forever became a bit dashed when the nautiloid came. Her entire life was changed forever from the tadpole -- and all she can do is hope to keep her past hidden from her companions, to just be normal. Or, well, as normal as you can be when you're fighting not to turn into a mind flayer.

[iviarellereads]

The Neverending Story, Chapter 24 - Dame Eyola

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In which we flash sideways a minute into another part of the untold story.

Xayide's(1) end is soo(2) told, but hard to understand and full of contradictions like many things in Fantastica.

Many scholars and historians have tried to explain Xayide's end, but some deny or try to erase it from memory. The book purports to offer only the facts as they stood.

As Bastian was reaching Yskal, Xayide's giants reached the place where Bastian's horse caught fire. Her suspicions were confirmed when she tracked his footprints to the City of Old Emperors, and she decided he was lost to her plans whether he stayed and lost his memory or he escaped with a newly rekindled desire to go home instead of seek power.

Xayide commanded her giants to halt, but they did not. In the end they trampled her over and over until she died and her will stopped animating them.

The H-friends and the rest of the group arrived much later, and were puzzled at how her will could have allowed her giants to trample her. They leave the problem to the scholars, and think on what to do about their mission.(3) They decide to disband the army, but to stay committed to finding Bastian, just the three of them. They have many adventures on their futile quest, which are a story for another time.

Bastian himself follows the path through the rose garden until he finds the wooden sign from my illustration, reading "To the House of Change." He ambles his way to the silliest house he ever saw, which is ever changing in its features. Soon he hears a woman's voice singing about how the listener must have traveled far and hard, and should take comfort here. Bastian thinks it would be grand if the song were for him, and then the song returns, indicating it very much is for him, if he will be a child again.

Bastian thinks, then knocks at the door, and is invited in by a non-singing voice. He finds a woman who looks nothing like his mother did, but who he nevertheless wants to run to and call mama. She invites him to eat, and after some coaxing, he finds that the fruit on the table is the best he's ever tasted.

The woman tells him a story that mimics the beats of his story in this book so far, how he gave Moon Child her name, and then came to this world and started losing his memories for wishes. The boy in her story came to the House of Change not only because the house changes, but because the house changes any who reside in it for a time. She finally says that the boy's name was Bastian Balthazar Bux, and Bastian is startled. She adds that her family has waited for him for generations. He remembers Grograman's words, and wonders if it has been a hundred years since he arrived.

The woman finally introduces herself as Dame Eyola, and gives Bastian a fruit fresh from her head where it grows. Bastian is worried about eating food that comes from people, but Eyola says babies drink milk from their mothers, and perhaps if it worries Bastian, he can be that small for a time with her.

She suggests they move into the next room because she thinks the house has arranged something for him. They go, and Bastian finds that there's a dining room he hadn't seen before, with chairs so large he can't even climb up into one. Eyola says cheerfully that the house is awake and heard their conversation about Bastian being small, and accommodated. In the conversation about the house that follows, Bastian remarks that the room is too big to fit in the house he saw, and Eyola says the house "is bigger inside than out."(4)

It turns out that Bastian is the first person besides Eyola who's ever been in the house. She waited so long because she wanted a child to spoil and care for, her mother and grandmother did too but she's the first to get one. Bastian finds a flaw in her explanation: surely her grandmother had her mother, and her mother had her? No, Dame Eyola is a plant-thing, she grows old, and then isn't quite Dame Eyola anymore, until she is again.

Bastian starts to fall asleep while she's talking, and she carries him up to a bedroom, and kisses his forehead, and puts him to bed.

The next morning, Bastian awakes in a crib, feeling better than he ever did before. He thinks he should find it foolish, to be treated as a baby again, but he knows that everything is just as it should be with Dame Eyola, so he is unashamed.(5) So much so, he spends weeks letting himself be a child again with her. Being her child for a little while soothes something he was missing for a very long time.

In the evenings, they talk, and eventually Bastian comes to the end of what he remembers of his story. He thinks he did it all wrong, but Eyola says he took a roundabout path, but he can still set it right. Some humans can't go back until they find the Water of Life, the most secret place in Fantastica. The only way to it is the right one, and it's a way to prove that Bastian hasn't done all wrong. At this a weight lifts from Bastian and he cries in Eyola's lap for a long while.

The next day, he asks Eyola how he might find the Waters of Life. She says they're on the borders of Fantastica, which lie not outside but inside, where the CLE gets her powers but where she cannot go herself. Bastian asks how he can find the way, and Eyola says, only your last wish can take you there.

Bastian worries about losing the last of his memories, about what he's already lost that he doesn't know. Eyola knows something he's forgotten, but won't tell him. Bastian asks if he must lose everything, but Eyola says, nothing is lost, only transformed.(6) Bastian wonders if he should be going, but Eyola says when his last wish wakes, they'll both know it.

From that day on something began indeed to change, though Bastian himself noticed nothing at first. The transforming power of the House of Change was taking effect. But like all true transformations, it was as slow and gentle as the growth of a plant.

More time passes, though it's still summer at the House of Change. Bastian comes to crave Eyola's fruit less, though it's still tasty. He needs less the comfort of her mothering, though it's never overbearing. And a new desire takes root. Bastian realizes that he is incapable of loving,(7) and the wish to become so grows stronger and stronger.

One evening Bastian tells Eyola this, and she says this is his last wish, and he won't be able to go home until he drinks of the Water of Life and brings some back for his world. Bastian asks if Eyola has ever drunk of it, but she has never needed to. He asks if what she was giving him was love, if Fantasticans are capable of love. Eyola says there are some Fantasticans who may drink of the Water of Life, and there is a prophecy that someday two humans will bring love to Fantastica, and the two worlds will be as one, though she doesn't know what it means.

Bastian asks if Eyola can tell him, now, what he had to forget to make his last wishes. She tells him, he forgot his father and mother. Bastian says the words, but they're meaningless to him. Bastian asks if he should leave now, but Eyola says he has one more night in the House of Change, and he should sleep it out. Bastian notices that Eyola's flowers have faded. She tells him not to worry about her.

The next day, Bastian finds Eyola standing in the same place he left her, but her eyes closed, and her body withered like a tree in winter. He thanks her and the House for everything, and leaves. The rose garden has been reduced to bare thornbushes, with snow on everything, in just one night. Bastian shivers and wants to go back for his mantle, but the House has closed to him, so the last leg of his journey begins.

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(1) Dame Eyola's house below. To the left and right of the X, the summer and winter figures. Above, the pointing hand sign reading "Zum Änderhaus", which I think translates to something like "to the other house", or presumably, the House of Change. This seems to indicate all these images have been German originals, which I didn't realize until this moment! How charming. The images aren't attributed on the copyright page that I can find, only on the title page does it say "Illustrated by Roswitha Quadflieg". (2) I assume this is a typo in my edition. (3) How, pray tell, did they know the mission was ended? Why did they assume Xayide's death was the end of their whole army following Bastian? I feel like there's a leap here that's lost in the cultural and language divide of the translation/localization process. (4) Yeah okay Doctor Who fan. (Oh I'm confident Doctor Who was neither the first nor the only story to use that concept but the timeline is right for it to be a potential reference.) (5) The trust of childhood and the magic of a child's story, truly. Reading as an adult it's tempting to read further into some of this treatment as troublesome, but the narrative is treating it as totally harmless. (6) There's so much power in a transformation. The changes the House of Change works on Bastian, the changes his journey have wrought on him, the changes as he loses his memory and as he seeks a redemption. What might wishes become? (7) You know… this takes on a weird connotation for me. Bastian is a child, and one who was described openly as sensitive and caring at the outset, who displayed much care for his father, even for the little girl he shared his stories with sometimes. I can't tell if we're supposed to think that Bastian was never capable of love, since all his other wishes were for things he never got to do (even belonging to a community, even in a way the sensation of being loved had eluded him in his pre-TNS life since his mother had died at the bare minimum), or if we're to believe that his other wishes and his loss of memory stripped him of his capacity. Or, there's some nuance lost to translation, and "love" in this sense doesn't carry the same context that we assign to it, a whole language and nearly fifty years away from its intended meaning.

[the-firebird69]

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