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[mariam-gaza1]

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[paranoiddreams]

tw. maybe unrealistic child dialogue? But tbh Sukuna’s child would speak in old terms like him lmao, babykuna and Sukuna squaring up, Sukuna is still a monarch in this AU

If I’m not mistaken, I believe another writer on here has a series where they call Sukuna’s daughter ‘babykuna’ (or something along those lines), but I cannot figure out their name!! If you know who I’m talking abt pls put them in the comments <3 Anyways, I’m not sure if I want to give babykuna a name in this mini series yet, but I will most likely end up doing so depending on how a few other posts preform.

Sukuna is a meanie-head, in the words of his daughter. She’s said so ever since she was able to talk. When she said her first words, they were only “papa” because she wanted to further verbalize her frustration with him.

“What are you looking at, brat?”

Babykuna was only a few months old, but the two already seemed to have intense arguments. She’d ball her little fists and kick her legs as Sukuna sat in front of her, biting back a smile.

“Huh? What? Do you have something to say to your king?” He’d growl at her, red eyes slanted in anger. Or was it amusement?

All babykuna could do was garble out nonsense and raise her tiny hand, as if she were threatening her father.

But then one day, as the morning sun rose in the distance and her mother was making breakfast in the kitchen, babykuna finally screamed her first words out:

“Pa-pa!!”

It came out a bit wobbly, a pause between the two syllables as she put emphasis on each letter; as a Sukuna, she naturally feels the need to be heard loud and clear. Her thin strawberry colored eyebrows were furrowed in anger, and the high chair she was in began to rock with her kicking, and she said it again. And again. And again. And every time Sukuna decided to pick a fight (although if you ask him, he’ll say she starts them most of the time, even then).

Now that she’s a five year old in school, their ‘fights’ have only gotten worse.

“You stink, child.”

“Nuh-uh! You do, papa!”

Babykuna will stomp her little foot on the ground, then giggle happily evilly when Sukuna does the same and shakes the ground.

“Are you talking back to your king?” He tilts his head to the side, looking down at his kin with a faint smirk.

“Noooo-uhh, you’re a meanie-head!”

Babykuna crosses her arms over her chest, staring Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, down as her opponent; something not even the bravest of men over centuries have dared try.

“A meanie-head?” He echoes her tiny, but harsh, words. “Then I suppose we’ll have to meet with the counsel about this matter…”

Babykuna nods enthusiastically. “Yes, and I’ll be the new king!”

Both sets of Sukuna’s eyes widen in reaction to her words, a huff of amusement bubbling from his chest. “The new king, huh?” He raises a brow.

“Yes!” Babykuna chirps adamantly

“Well, brat, you definitely have the fighting spirit to overrule me one day…I suppose”

Although the two bicker often, playful or not, babykuna’s mama is the only one who knows how much the king of curses cherishes those moments with his princess. He truly looks forward to the day she comes back at him with a retort so heinous only a Sukuna could think of it.

Update - the writer @kashverse is the one who inspired the ‘babykuna’ name!! Their work is amazing, check them out. Also, thank you to @lovelyysuku for telling me in the comments!!

[andromeda-collective]

i have multiple and im going to mention all of them but im starting with THIS FUCKER HERE (blade from honkai star rail) AND I HAVE A VERY STUPID REASON FOR IT

there was an minigame thing with a character named march 7th (dont ask) and there were little events you could encounter throughout it and one of them was that you had to choose between a red and blue pill (or the third option of giving a nonanswer) and since my choice didnt matter at all i went with the red pill because i know that the matrix is a transfem allegory and i also hc march as transfem but then another character made a little comment that blade would ALSO pick the red pill which completely makes sense for his character but since i was still on the transfem allegory mindset i had the thought of "wait does this make blade transfem??" so shes transfem to me now 👍

estrogen would NOT save her. not even REMOTELY. he's a suicidal immortal who physically cannot die because of a ritual his old friend-with-romantic-implications tried who he now wants dead more than anything else. hes basically possessed by evil plants that revive him every time he dies and he goes fucking feral. hes a mass murderer with a bounty of over 8 billion. nothing can save him. but transitioning might make her miserable life slightly more manageable? plus i mean.. throwing your old name away and being a new person? obviously a metaphor for being trans /j

boothill! this is slightly for shipping reasons (turning a het ship wlw for funzies) but mostly projecting my gender-nonconforming transness onto the only southern disabled character i know of. are we different kinds of southern? yes. are we different kinds of disabled? also yes. do i care? absolutely not. (also because butch southern women make the world go round)

also sampo because the idea that this fuck is a cisgender ANYTHING is laughable. this is a nonbinary transfem boymoding for shits and giggles who randomly switches to the girl voice when talking to someone JUST to fuck with them because nobody else would believe them and the person would think theyre losing it. typical masked fool stuff. gaslight gatekeep girlboss.

and then from genshin impact: zhongli. who has CANONICALLY used shapeshifting to become a woman. and has likely done so on more than one occasion. this guy is CANONICALLY GENDERFLUID WHETHER PEOPLE LIKE IT OR NOT. and you can obviously be genderfluid and transfem at the same time so why the hell not :D

most other characters i hc as transfem i dont have much of a reason for, but im gonna list them anyways cause hell yeah

argenti (hsr) - she can have a little estrogen as a treat

dr. ratio (hsr) - no reason i just think it could work

sunday (hsr) - something something religious-trauma-and-giving-into-what-you-once-believed-to-be-sinful

diluc (genshin) - fanfiction on ao3 changed my brain chemistry

kazuha (genshin) - also no reason i just think it fits

sebastian solace (a game on roblox called pressure) - im gonna be honest with you op, i just like putting this fucker in situations. and i would love to see the struggle of medically transitioning when you've been forcibly had your body and dna altered to the point of no longer being human. even ignoring for a few seconds the thought that maybe hrt wouldnt have the same effect (or any effect at all) due to the experiments, how could you will yourself to alter yourself medically in any way after the horrific trauma you've experienced? its between fucking with your already fucked up body or having the dysphoria kill you from the inside out. i am rotating her in my mind even harder now.

p.ai.nter (from same game) on the other hand? a lot simpler. make the ai with guns a girl. also just a funny idea: you know that "put eyelashes on it to make it obvious that its a girl" thing? yeah. painter doing that.

^ TELL ME SHE WOULDNT.

i would apologize for the essay but you did say i was legally required to share so this is your fault /lh

anyways i hope you enjoyed the women

If you see this post you’re legally required to tell me at least one trans woman headcanons you have for a canonically male character, I never get to see transfem headcanons like that, give me them, and for equality of my own please know estrogen could have saved Insector Haga and Dinosaur Ryuzaki I will not elaborate, also Yuya.

[somarysueme]

So, tattoo shop AUs are really popping off lately and personally I love it. What’s more romantic than bleeding for art? Nothing!

But as someone married to a tattoo artist, I have been experiencing some mild She Wouldn’t Say That regarding tattoo culture. So here’s a few quick tips that may help inform your AU. With a grain of salt for my mostly-second-hand knowledge:

NO ONE REPUTABLE SHOP WILL TATTOO A DRUNK PERSON. EVER. or even a person they suspect of any kind of inebriation. This is not just for Regret reasons, but also because alcohol is a blood thinner. If someone is on an acute dose of blood thinners, you generally do not want to stab them dozens of times per second.

Maybe this is regional, but in my experience most tattoo places don’t call themselves parlors anymore. It has a kind of seedy vibe. I see shop or studio a lot but rarely parlor.

Most tattoo artists are hot, yes, but none are as hot at my wife

Tattooing janks up your hands. Sometimes in a RSI way but definitely in a changing-gloves-every-five-minutes-fucks-up-your-skin way.

Artists themselves are rarely if ever employees of the shop. They will be independent contractors who pay the shop either a cut of their sales or rent on their station like a hair dresser. They are also (usually) responsible for taking care of their own supplies, tools, etc. except for the stencil printer. What kind of dweeb would have their own stencil printer?

There is always a line for the stencil printer. Always.

Artists generally spend orders of magnitude more time working on art, replying to emails, doing consults, etc compared to time with their needles in skin.

A typical schedule for an artist might be: wake up at noon and guzzle half her body weight in coffee, one appointment from 1-4, and another from 6-9. Home to eat one (1) real meal at 10 pm. Drawing until 5 am. This is good for her actually and good for our marriage and she’s so healthy all the time.

An ideal shop receptionist needs to be friendly, knowledgeable, and encouraging. They also need to be willing to get out the baseball bat that is kept behind the counter.

If a shop has to choose between “good people skills” and “will promptly rebuff Nazis and the obviously inebriated” the later is often a more important consideration.

At any given moment in any given shop there’s going to be at least one apprentice or someone bumming around hoping to be taken on as an apprentice. They spawn on tic and this feature cannot be disabled.

Again I can not overstate how hot my wife is

[justmymindandstuff]

Would thou spare a mere peasant a moment??

Imagine Targ!reader visiting the wall with Cregan (similar moment he had with Jace, and maybe Jace is there too, it’s up to you)

And reader forces her dragon to go beyond the wall by jumping off the top of it

I’ll leave the rest to you 😚❤️

jump scare - Cregan Stark x TargaryenReader

summary: you and your twin Jacaerys follow Cregans invitation to the wall. As your Dragon refused to fly over the wall he sees a glimps of your temper. At that moment he knows that you, as the future Lady Stark, will bring trouble into Winterfells halls.

words: 2.691

warnings: kissing, Cregan has a crush (but he doesn´t know it)

a/n: Reader is Rhaenyras daughter and described with black hair and purple eyes// no use of Y/N// English is not my first language // not proofread

I love this idea so much, soo thank you anon🧡, but I had a hard time writing this, so it´s a bit short and I not completely like how it came out

anyways I hope you like it.

Have fun and be kind 🧡

requests are open// main masterlist// hotd masterlist

Cregan shifts from one foot to the other as the elevator slowly jerks up the Wall. The brothers of the Night's Watch and Castle Black grow smaller beneath him. His breath forms white clouds in the cold air. The Warden of the North tries to get rid of his inner restlessness. He wishes the elevator would go faster, while at the same time hoping this ride would never end.

At the top of the wall, he will soon meet the Prince and Princess of the Seven Kingdoms again, of course with their two dragons.

Jacaerys and you landed in Winterfell's courtyard a few days ago with Vermax and Veraxes. And you brought war with you. At the thought, Cregan's insides twist.

Jacaerys made him an offer on behalf of his mother: Cregan and his men would ride south for the queen and support her claim, in exchange for a marriage with the princess. Rhaenyra Targaryen gives him her only daughter as a wife.

Cregan knows he can't refuse such an offer. Nobody turn down a Targaryen offer.

And he could have done worse.

He doesn't like the thought, but he knows he could have done worse. His future wife is beautiful. Long black hair that stands in stark contrast to your pale skin, delicate features, and those sparkling eyes. There is something in it, Cregan can't quite put his finger on it yet. You have a fire, a wildness behind your eyes that Cregan has never seen before.

A woman like you is actually worth his entire army. Cregan would theoretically have to arm every man, woman, and child in the North and send them south to redeem his debt.

But he can't.

He can only send 2,000 men, Greybeards. Cregan cannot spare more, he needs his men here for the coming winter. And like his House words are saying: winter is coming.

That's the reason why you are here, that's the reason for Cregan's invitation to the Wall. You and your brother need to understand why he can't send more men. You both need to see it. Before Cregan takes you as his wife in a few days at Goodswood of Winterfell and thus seals the pact of ice and fire.

"It is an honor for me to be able to fulfill my duty, and Winterfell is very beautiful. I look forward to making it my home."

More than that, you haven't said about your marriage. Cregan doesn't know if you really mean it or if you have memorized these words, because your mother told you so. He hopes you meant it.

He can't figure you out. In the past few days, Cregan was able to spend a little time with you, but he hasn't really gotten to know you yet. Also because Jacaerys was present at each of your meetings, of course Cregan would never do anything that would endanger your honor and reputation. He is a Stark, a man of honor. That's why you two always have your brother as achaperone.

What Cregan has learned in the short time is that you are definitely not a little princess who needs to be rescued from a tower.

You train with swords, fly almost daily on your dragon, can curse like a sailor, and are not too shy to give your brother a piece of your mind everytime he gets on your nerves.

On the other hand, you have a razor-sharp mind, smile kindly at Cregan, dance skillfully and make every move with an elegance that only a Targaryen princess possesses.

You attract him like light attracts a moth. Your attractiveness has captured him, and the fragments of your being that you show him only make him more curious about the rest. He wants to get to know you, everything about you. Cregan can hardly think of you without his thoughts and feelings swirling around inside him like a storm.

A loud crack next to him makes the Warden of the North flinch and snaps him out of his thoughts. Cregan looks to the side. Veraxes slams his claws into the ice of the Wall with full force, her body crashs against it, and the Wall seems to tremble under the impact. Cregan hears you curse loudly in a foreign language, high valyrian, he is sure. Jacaerys' laughter rings out above him and Vermax flies over him before the dragon lands on the wall, noticeably gentler than Veraxes.

Cregan takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. He pushes all thoughts of you and your future marriage aside. One step at a time. First he must show you what the Night's Watch and House Stark do for centuries, protecting the realm before the dangers beyond the Wall.

The elevator stops at the top, the doors open. Cregan allows himself two more heartbeats to gather himself, then steps outside onto the Wall.

Immediately, the cold wind whips around his ears, but apart from a brief shiver it doesn´t bothered him.

Veraxes climbs the Wall, her claws break off large pieces of ice that fall down. Cregan hopes that no one gets hit. You and your dragon arrive at the top and you place Veraxes next to Vermax. You slide down her wing and land next to your twin brother, snow swirling around your boots.

Cregan's gaze shifts from you to the dragons. Vermax and Veraxes, twin dragons you told him on the first evening, both dragons hatched from the eggs in you and your brothers cribs.

The dragons make whistling sounds, turning their heads. They seem nervous. The young Lord finds his own thoughts ridiculous in the next moment. What could possibly make dragons nervous?

Cregan has to swallow and takes the last steps towards his royal guests. The siblings are completely engrossed in their usual bickering.

"I told you she wouldn't fly over." laughs Jacaerys, you jab him in the stomach and then jump two steps to the side so his counterattack doesn't hit you.

"She'll do it." you say as you look over the edge of the Wall.

"Please don't go so close to the edge." the prince's voice sounds alarmed.

"Don't be such a coward, Jacey."

"Don't call me that. I'm not a little kid anymore." the prince snaps.

"Then don't act like one." you say dry and still don't take a step away from the edge. On the contrary, you push your feet a little closer to the edge, the tips of your boots no longer have any grip.

Cregan cleared his throat to get your attention. "My Lady, your brother is right. You shouldn't stand so close to the edge of the wall."

You tilt your head slightly, a hint of a smile dancing on your full lips. "Good thing you'll only be my husband in three days My Lord and only then you can give me orders." you say, your cheerful tone doesn´t match your bitter words.

Cregan feels as if you had hit him in the stomach and looks helplessly at Jacaerys, but he just shrugs and gives him an apologetic smile.

Suddenly, the dragons move. Cregan manages at the last second to prevent himself from flinching as Vermax's claw strikes the ice beside him. The dragons make whistling noises again, Veraxes restlessly lashes her tail back and forth.

Cregan looks at the twins. "Is something wrong with them?" he can't manage to suppress the concern in his voice.

You look at him, smile again as if your last comment had never been made. "Do you know the story of Queen Alysanne Targaryen?" you ask instead of answering.

Cregan tries not to show his confusion about your behavior and nods. Everyone knows the story: The queen wanted to fly over the wall with her dragon, the dragon refused. That has never happened before.

"My dearest sister here thought she was better than Queen Alysanne and wanted to fly Veraxes over the Wall."

"I didn't think I´m better than Queen Alysanne." you interrupt your brother, but he simply ignores you. The prince turns directly to Cregan.

"You saw how well the attempt worked."

Cregan furrows his brow. "So the dragons refuse to fly over the Wall?" he asks just to be sure.

"Obviously. They don't like it here." you say, again your gaze goes over the edge downwards. "7000 feet, right?"

"Yes, My Lady," Cregan confirms. He doesn't know if his uneasy feeling comes from the fact that you are half leaning over the edge of the Wall or from the fact that the dragons refuse to fly over it. It doesn't matter right know. The young Lord has to swallow and suppress the urge to go to you and pull you away from the wall.

The dragons also lean further forward, but their noses never go beyond the edge of the Wall. You and Jace watch your monsters closely as they move. While Jacaerys looks worried, you are curious.

Cregan seizes the moment and looks at you. The winter sun shines on you, makes you glow, and gets caught in your dark braids. Your cheeks and nose are slightly reddened from the cold up here. Cregan's fingertips tingle slightl as the desire arises to caress the soft skin of your cheek.

Would you lean into his touch? Or slap his hand away? Cregan has no idea, but he's eager to find out. Again, he has to pull himself together to come back into the moment. Again, he reminds himself: one step at a time.

"Forget it, sister. Silverwing didn't fly over the Wall, Veraxes will do it neither." Jacaerys sounds annoyed. Cregan sees out of the corner of his eye as he shifts his weight slightly forward, ready to catch you if you trip.

"Just because you can't get Vermax to do it." you say, the challenge clear in your tone and the way your eyes sparkle. Cregan has the feeling that you are hatching something, and the way your gaze goes from him to your brother tells him that it won't be anything good.

"Veraxes won't fly over it either." Jacaerys insists.

A mischievous grin appears on your face, your intentions now clearly visible. "Bet?" you ask, turning to your brother. You say something in high valyrian that Cregan doesn't understand.

The next second you wink at him, spread your arms and let yourself fall backward from the Wall.

Cregan's heart stops for a moment, Jacaerys calls your name, his voice trembling. Both men run forward, but of course, neither of them manages to hold onto you anymore. Cregan looks over the edge and sees you falling quickly. His entire body tenses up in fear. Not only is he watching you fall to your own death, but it's happening under his watch as well. The Dragon Queen would probably turn the entire North to ashes if she hears that her only daughter has met her end in the North.

And he would never hear your melodic laughter again, Cregan immediately gets annoyed by this inappropriate thought.

Suddenly, he is caught by a gust of wind and almost falls off the wall himself as Veraxes flies just a few centimeters past him and throws himself after you. The dragon lets out a cry that sounds angry and desperate. The sound reminds Cregan of a mother weeping for her frozen baby.

"I'll kill her." Jacaerys murmurs quietly next to Cregan as they watch your dragon catch up with you, fly under you, so you land on her saddle. Cregan is sure that must have hurt.

Veraxes spreads her wings and catches her fall, the Lord of Winterfell isn't quite sure how much space there is left to the ground but from up here it doesn't look like much.

He has to take a deep breath, relief flooding through him. Thank the gods you're not dead.

You turn your dragon vertically and fly steeply up the wall. As you shoot past Cregan, he flinches a step back but can't take his eyes off you.

You throw your head back and laugh a loud, joyful laugh. The wind tousles your braids, and the winter sun makes your eyes sparkle. And there it is again, that freedom, that wildness in your gaze. Cregan's heart skips a beat at the sight. By all the gods, he knows in that moment that you are fearless, maybe a little insane, but definitely fearless. You will fit well in the North, you will fit well with him.

Cregan is impressed, he can't help but stare at and admire you as you let your Dragon land right next to Cregan at the edge of the wall. You are still laughing.

Veraxes stands so close that the sulfur smell rises to his nose and he feels the warmth of the dragon. Your dragon blows hot air from its nostrils, accompanied by a rumbling noise from its throat that makes Cregan's neck hairs stand on end. Her tail crashes against the ice on the other side, causing the ice under his feets to tremble. You are sitting on her back and sticking your tongue out at your twin.

"I told you so." you say, still laughing at Jacaerys and his shocked face.

"I swear to you if mother..." begins the prunce, but you raise your hand to interrupt him.

"You're just angry because you lost the bet." you say. "And besides, in a few days I won't be Mother's concern anymore."

Jacaerys opens his mouth to say something, but no sound comes from his throat. Then he looks at Cregan, and his neck turns slightly red.

"My Lord future husband." you break the silence with a gentle voice, and Cregan immediately turns to you. "A helping hand?"

His feelings are completely mixed up, still he steps closer to Veraxes without thinking, extends his hand to you and helps you dismount from your dragon. Even though you all know that you don't need help.

You land right in front of him, so close that he can make out the different shades of purple in your eyes. Your pleasant scent envelops him, for two heartbeats Cregan forgets everything around you. He recognizes that wild sparkle in your eyes again, and before he can react you stand on your tiptoes place your hand on the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. When your lips meet, the brief moment of surprise is dispelled by a hot shiver that runs through his body. Instinctively, his hand reaches for your hip and he pulls you closer to him. Your soft lips move perfectly against his, and his heart begins to beat faster at the sensation.

You part breathlessly from each other, for a brief moment you look deeply into his eyes. A smile dances around your lips. Cregans can't help but smile with you, this time it's him who winks. He is rewarded with a radiant smile from you. Cregan blinks, and the moment is gone.

While you turn back to your brother, Cregan has to take a deep breath to calm his heartbeat.

"Brother. It was nice to beat you again." you spit at Jacaerys and lift your chin. But when you turn back to Cregan there is a soft smile on your face, which makes his heart stumble again. "My Lord. Please excuse me. I want to look at the rest of the Wall." you nod to him and then turn away.

The Lord of Winterfell can do nothing but stare after you as you walk along the wall. You don't even have to call Veraxes, she takes off again and flies north of the Wall beside you.

Cregan looks at the prince again, fearing for a heartbeat that Jacaerys will now burn him with Vermax. After all, Cregan has dishonored his sister.

The prince, however, appears more annoyed than angry. Jacaerys bites the inside of his cheek and shakes his head slightly. "Good luck with her, Lord Stark. She only causes headaches." he says then.

"Aye, probably." says Cregan, but can't suppress a grin. Yes, you mean trouble, but Cregan is ready for this journey. He is looking forward to it.

[ladyevoly]

No no no no NO YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS NOW

HAVE YOU GUYS LEARNT NOTHING??? HOW DAMAGING IT IS TO USE AI TO PUMP OUT FICS??? ARE YOU THAT DESPERATE FOR ONLINE NUMBERS THAT YOU USE SUCH PATHETIC TOOL THAT DISCOURAGE REAL WRITERS FROM WRITING ANYMORE???

ARE YOU GUYS REALLY GONNA BRUSH THE ISSUE OFF AFTER WHAT THE HAPPENED LAST TIME???

YOU CANNOT TELL ME IT ISN'T AI WHEN YOU'VE BEEN POSTING FICS IN A SPAN OF DAYS/HOURS YOU'RE NOT SLICK FOR FUCKS SAKE

i may not be a writer myself but having seen my friend who's overworked with limited time post her fics she genuinely loves to write only to be overshadowed by AI-fuckers makes my blood boil, this is ridiculous.

this fucking sucks. y'all AI fuckers suck ass.

[love-byers]

milevens saying we're hypocrites for saying el needs independence outside of a relationship but wanting will to end up in a relationship is so funny bc it shows they have no actual grasp on societal narratives

women have had relationships with men forced on them since the beginning of time. women have been conditioned to believe they NEED a man in their life. they NEED to be dependent on a man. they NEED to get married and have children. and rarely to we get representation of female characters choosing independence from a man. im not saying all straight romance is bad, of course not, but in this context it would be meaningful to see el, who has literally never experienced a single day where she was not dependent on a man, not have her arc defined by her relationship with mike, and instead on her own independence, empowerment, and choices.

gay people, on the other hand, have been deprived of love and the ability to be in a relationship with someone they love since the beginning of time. gay people have been conditioned to believe that they cannot have love. they cannot give in to their desires. they cannot be together. in the 80s, teenage boys who experienced same sex attraction were literally told to ignore it because lots of men dealt with that and it just goes away and you can marry a woman like no problem. i mean do i really need to explain why it would be empowering to see a love story between two boys in a story set in the 80s? have these people never heard of the aids crisis????

its about challenging societal norms. it is normal for a woman to date a man. it is not 'normal' for a man to date a man. it is that simple.

and to those mlvns who say el can both be empowered on her own independent arc and still date mike, please stop pretending to want mike to have a meaningful arc in s5. you want mike to be a sidekick malewife for el, and that is exactly what he doesn't want to be. he doesn't want to be what el comes home to after being a kickass superhero. he wants to feel needed, necessary, and empowered as well. and that is simply not the dynamic of he and el's relationship. meanwhile, will is the one who encourages him and reminds him that he is a strong leader and that he is needed. will is the person mike wants to be a team with. mike and will empower each other and lift each other up and make each other feel capable and needed. they are a team, not a superhero sidekick situation.

if i see one more dogshit take like this i may just lose my mind. like please just stop speaking

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

There has been requests about getting a full body colour for Kook!Ford, so here he is, in all his beige, white, and brown minimalist glory <3 (THERE’S A REASON WHY HE HAS SUCH A BORING PALETTE I PROMISE)

Stupid colour rambles that are WAYY too in depth and probably mostly far fetched but this is my AU and I get to pick how much over-analysis goes into the characters’ colour schemes, fuck you:

Ford:

Characterised by pale, almost pastel-ish colours to emulate a sort of sick, unhealthy look.

The paler colours add to the illusion of Ford lacking presence, almost disappearing into the background, to convey how his existence often ignored or dismissed by most of the townsfolk.

Without any visually striking or contrasting colours in his palette itself, his own features blend into one another, blurring the details and diminishing any identifiable traits that would have typically identified him as Ford, or even a person (<- if that mindfuck of a sentence make any sense)

Hints of yellow to show remnants Bill's past influence on him. Because I’m dramatic like that.

Fiddleford:

Deep, rich forest greens with golden accents (influences of Bill appearing in his outfit) (I need to hammer Fidds out a lil’ more ngl)

Stanley:

Deep, rich blues and purples (opposite spectrum of yellow, aka. Bill's colour, which means = safety to Ford)

The inside lining of his jacket is vivid red, to reference his original colours palette and as a representation of his past self being hidden underneath the layers of his predominantly blue exterior, colours representative of his new identity (also red = warm and blue = cold)

His colours palette will eventually open up into something warmer on the outside, veering into purple.

Extra notes on his character: Stan (in this AU) is colder and quieter than his canon counterpart. After years of being in the mafia business, and years of running it as well, he has long since learned to mask his facial expressions and master the poker face (*cough cough* resting bitch face *cough cough*). But, his intimidating and serious air does not serve him any favours when it comes to literally anything other than his “work”, his inexperience when it comes to emotions all the more apparent with the twins. He has trouble expressing his feelings outwardly, and despises this part of himself, because it reminds him of his own father. He feels as though he is failing the twins by being too cold and distant, and tries his best to open up more.

Mabel:

Maintains her original colours palette with pink, but has more hints of red in her outfit, similar to Stan’s, particularly around her sleeves (allusion to “wearing your heart on your sleeves.” Yes, I know that it’s tacky)

The red shows she is more inclined to trust Stan, as she is willing to see past Stanley’s exterior facade of cold aloofness to see his “true” colours (good HEAVENS that is disgustingly cheesy to say but idk how else to really word this)

Extra notes on her character: Mabel trusts Stan fully. Perhaps a little too much. She I dolises Stan to an almost unhealthy degree, and is constantly plagued with the underlying fear of somehow losing Stan’s “interest”, as their mother seemed to have lost interest in her and Dipper. Deeply fears being abandoned again, and believes she “owes” Stan for having adopted them. She believes it is her fault that neither of their parents wanted the twins during the divorce.

Dipper:

Maintains original colour palette with blues, but pretty solidly lacks red in his outfit. He serves as the opposite spectrum of Mabel, instead being unwilling to fully trust Stan and takes him at face value.

Extra notes on his character: Dipper does not trust Stan, and is far more hyperaware of what kind of “business” their “uncle” runs. He is mostly worried about Mabel’s slight obsession with pleasing him, and fears that if they don’t behave, Stan might use his dangerous power and influence against them. He is convinced that Stan had ulterior motives to adopting them, cannot fathom what he, a seeming stranger with all the power in the world, could possibly hope to gain in adopting two abandoned children. Even more so, when even their parents didn’t seem to want them.

[lisasmuts]

EPILOGUE | pt 1

Lalisa Manoban

Epilogue to The Debt Series.

5k words.

The Debt Series.

( The after life of the debt. What happens when the debt is finally repaid? )

Two months have passed since Eli’s debt was cleared, but lisa’s visits to y/n have become an unbreakable habit. Every weekend, she slips away, driven by an insatiable need for the pleasure and fulfillment only he can provide.

Though lisa takes birth control pills religiously, there are times when she intentionally forgets, hoping against hope that y/n’s seed will finally take root within her womb. The prospect of carrying his child, of being irrevocably bound to him, fills her with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Yet, despite her efforts, lisa remains unfulfilled. The aching desire to be bred, to be claimed as y/n’s own, lingers within her, a constant source of both pleasure and frustration. Still, she continues to seek him out, driven by an addiction she can no longer control.

In the quiet moments between their trysts, lisa finds herself torn between the love she still holds for Eli and the all-consuming lust she feels for y/n. but as the weekends come and go, it becomes increasingly clear that her heart and body belong to only one man – the one who has awakened a hunger within her that can never be fully satisfied.

As the new weekend arrived, lisa once again made an excuse to Eli and hurried to y/n’s home. The familiar rush of anticipation coursed through her veins as she stepped through the door, knowing exactly what was to come.

The moment y/n laid eyes on her, a predatory grin spread across his face. Without a word, he pulled her into arms, crushing his lips against hers in a searing, dominating kiss. Lisa melted into his embrace, her body thrumming with unbridled desire.

From that moment on, the two of them became lost in a carnal haze, their limbs tangled together as y/n claimed her again and again.

Saturday morning bled into afternoon, then evening, as he relentlessly filled her womb with his seed, satisfying the insatiable hunger that only he could quench.

As the rose on Sunday, their passionate tryst continued unabated. Lisa’s cries of ecstasy echoed through the room, her nails raking down y/n’s back as he drove into her with unyielding fervor. By the time Monday morning arrived, both of them were utterly spent, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat and mingled fluids.

Yet, even as she reluctantly prepared to return to chitransh, lisa knew that she would come back. For y/n had become an addiction she could no longer shake – a dark, consuming need that she’ll forever cherish.

As lisa began to leave, y/n suddenly stopped her, pulling her back into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, peppering her neck with soft, lingering kisses.

“My dear, I have some news,”

He murmured against her skin.

“I’ll be going out of the city for the next two weeks.”

Lisa’s breath caught in her throat, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features. The thought of being separated from y/n, even for a short time, filled her with sense of unease.

“Two weeks?”

She breathed, her brow furrowing slightly.

“But I… I don’t know if I can wait that long, y/n. You know how much I need you.”

Turning in his embrace, she gazed up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of longing and trepidation.

“Please, can’t you stay? I don’t think I can bear being apart from you for that long.”

y/n kissed lisa deeply, his grip on her possessive and unyielding.

“My darling, I admit I also cannot bear to be apart from you for so long.”

He murmured against her lips.

“Why don’t you come with me? I would be lost without you by my side.”

Lisa’s eyes widened with a mix of surprise and elation. The prospect of spending two uninterrupted weeks with her insatiable lover filled her with a sense of giddy anticipation.

“Oh, y/n, I would love nothing more!”

She breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be ready.”

Pressing herself flush against him, she captured his lips in a searing, passionate kiss, her body thrumming with barely contained desire. The thought of being alone with y/n, free from the constraints of the outside world, was almost too much to bear. This was her chance to fully surrender to the hunger that consumed her – and she had no intention of letting it slip away.

Lisa’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she broke the kiss, her laughter bubbling forth.

“I remember, y/n! that time we had a whole week to ourselves – what a mess you made of me!”

She shook her head, a playful grin spreading across her lips.

“And look at me now, a shameless slut, cheating on my boyfriend with his bestfriend.”

Leaning in, she pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“And now, imagine, y/n – two whole weeks, 14 days, just you and me. We can fuck, and fuck, and fuck some more, to our heart’s content.”

Her voice dropped to a sultry purr.

“My daddy is going to ruin me, isn’t he?”

y/n’s grip on lisa’s ass tightened possessively as he growled into her ear.

“That one week was just the beginning, my dear.”

His voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

“Oh yes, my lily, your daddy is going to ruin you so much, my love.”

Lisa shivered with unbridled desire, her body trembling with anticipation. She pressed herself flush against him, her lips ghosting over his.

“Then what are you waiting for, daddy?? Ruin me. Ruin me until I can’t remember anyone else but you.”

With a feral growl, y/n captured her lips in a searing, possessive kiss, his hands roaming her curves as he backed her towards the bedroom. The next two weeks were going to be delicious, carnal descent into oblivion and lisa couldn’t wait to lose herself in it completely.

As y/n and lisa were about to undress each other once more, the shrill ring of lisa’s phone interrupted the moment. She shot y/n an annoyed glance before reluctantly answering the call.

“Eli? Uh, hey…”

Lisa’s voice wavered slightly as she spoke, her eyes darting nervously to y/n.

“I’m, um, I’m at my daddy’s house… uh uh I mean my dad’s friend house. Just helping out with some things.”

y/n watched intently as lisa struggled to cover her slip-up, mouthing the words ‘I have to go’ to him. With a resigned sigh, she turned her attention back to the call.

“No, no, everything’s fine. I’ll be home a little later, okay? Love you.”

Ending the call, lisa shot y/n an apologetic look.

“I’m so sorry, daddy, but I have to go for now. I’ll call you later, I promise.”

Leaning in, she pressed a fleeting kiss to his lips before hurrying out the door.

A few days later, lisa found herself in the midst of a heated argument with Eli. His brow was furrowed in concern as he questioned her sudden plans to leave the city for two weeks.

“Two weeks? Lisa, what’s going on? Where are you going?”

Eli's voice was laced with a mixture of confusion and worry.

“I thought we were going to spend more time together, not less.”

Lisa sighed, knowing she would have to tread carefully. She reached out to gently caress Eli’s cheek, her eyes pleading for understanding.

“Eli, my love, I promise this is important. I have… family matters to attend to. It won’t be for long, I swear.”

She hated the deception, but the thought of being apart from y/n for that long was simply unbearable. Biting her lip, she gazed at Eli, hoping he would accept her explanation and not press the issue further.

Sensing Eli’s growing suspicion, lisa quickly pulled him into a deep, searing kiss. Though she was disgusted by the act of kissing him, she maintained the facade, pouring as much false passion into it as she could muster.

As soon as she could, lisa broke the kiss, gazing up at Eli with wide, innocent eyes.

“Please, my love, don’t worry so much. I promise I’ll be back before you know it. Can’t you trust me?”

Her voice was soft, pleading as she gently caresses his cheek. Eli’s features softened, the tension in his brow easing as he nodded slowly.

“Of course, lisa. I trust you.”

He pulled her into a warm embrace, unaware of the turmoil raging within his girlfriend’s heart.

Lisa gave Eli a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently.

“Yes, my love. I really need to go now, or I'll miss my flight.”

She leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, suppressing the wave of guilt that washed over her.

As Eli pulled her into a tight embrace, his hands roaming over her curves, Lisa felt utterly disgusted. This body, this touch - it all belonged to YN, not Eli. But she forced herself to remain calm, to not betray the turmoil raging within.

With a final, apologetic glance, Lisa slipped out of Eli's arms and hurried out the door. The sooner she could get to YN, the better. Her heart raced with anticipation as she made her way to her true lover's embrace.

As lisa reached the airport, she spotted y/n waiting in the lounge. Without hesitation, she hurried towards him and jumped into his lap,

(She sits on y/n’s lap like this grinding herself on his lap.)

Capturing his lips in a searing, hungry kiss. The public setting did little to deter her desperate need for this touch.

y/n briefly broke the kiss, his brow furrowed with concern.

“What are you doing, lisa? Someone might catch us.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with unbridled desire as she gazed up at him.

“Who cares, daddy? If someone catches us, let them. All I care about is that for the next two weeks, it’s just you and me.”

With that, she pulled him back into another passionate embrace. Her body thrumming with anticipation for the days to come.

y/n’s hands roamed possessively over lisa’s body, caressing her curves, squeezing her ass, and tracing the delicate skin of her inner thighs over her short skirt. Groping her boobs over, delicately roaming his fingers over her belly. His gaze raked over her hungrily, as if committing every inch of her to memory.

“Did that stupid Eli touch you like this?”

He growled, his grip tightening slightly.

“Tell me, my darling, did his hands make you feel as disgusted as mine make you feel…. Aroused?”

Lisa let out a frustrated sigh, her brow furrowing in annoyance.

“Yes, daddy, that man touched me. It made me feel so disgusted, so… unclean.”

Her voice dropped to a sultry purr.

“But your hands, your touch – they make me feel alive, make me ache for your possession. Only you can satisfy this hunger within me.”

y/n slapped lisa playfully, his eyes flashing with a mix of possessiveness and annoyance.

“Why did you allow that Eli to even come close to you, hm?”

He growled, his grip on her tightening.

“Don’t you remember that I own you in every way possible? I don’t like it when that stupid so-called boyfriend of yours gets anywhere near what’s mine.”

Lisa’s breath caught in her throat at his words, a shiver of excitement and joy running down her spine.

“I’m sorry, daddy,”

She breathed, her gaze downcast.

“I…I didn’t mean to. I’ll be more careful, I promise. I’m your, and yours alone.”

Lifting her chin, y/n captured her lips in a possessive, claiming kiss, staking his ownership over her. Lisa melted into his embrace, her body thrumming with a mix of desire and submission. In this moment, there was no room for anyone else – only her daddy and the all consuming need he ignited within her.

As they boarded the plane and settled into their seats, y/n’s eyes gleamed with hungry anticipation. The night flight would provide the perfect opportunity for him to indulge his carnal desires.

With deft, practiced movements, y/n began divesting lisa of her clothing, his fingers caressing her bare skin as each garment was slowly peeled away. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he realized she wore no undergarments beneath.

“Why aren’t you wearing any panties, you silly slut?”

He whispered, his breath ghosting over her ear.

“Were you hoping for me to take you right here, in front of all these people?”

“Isn’t that the reason you peeled away my clothes daddy?”

She said, her eyes darkening with lust.

“I… I wanted to be ready for you, daddy,”

y/n’s grip on her tightened, a predatory grin spreading across his lips.

“Then let’s not waste another moment, my whore. The night is young, and I have so many plans for you.”

Lisa giggled excitedly as she stood up, silently ensuring no one noticed her naked form. She slid aside to y/n’s sit and turned around her back to y/n and then lowered herself onto y/n, but then immediately stood again and did a sensual seductive move.

And lowered herself back onto y/n, who had already freed his soft cock. A curious expression crossed her face as she fit his flaccid member into her eager asshole.

“Daddy, your cock is soft. How come?”

She whispered, her brow furrowed slightly as she began to slowly grind against him.

y/n chuckled deeply, his hands gripping her hips possessively.

“Don’t worry, my pet. It won’t stay that way for long.”

With a sudden, fluid motion, he spread her legs wide open, stretching lisa’s legs wide as his cock rapidly hardened inside her.

“Now, let’s see how long you can keep quite while I fuck you senseless,”

He growled, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss as he began to thrust into her relentlessly.

Y/n’s punishing thrusts grew harsher and more brutal, his hips snapping against lisa’s with unrelenting force. With each thrust, he hit her g-spot with pinpoint accuracy, making it nearly impossible for her to stifle the moans and whimpers threatening to spill from her lips.

Lisa’s body trembled with unbridled ecstasy, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around y/n’s thick, unyielding cock. She bit down on her lip, drawing blood in a desperate attempt to remain quiet, but the sheer pleasure radiating through her was becoming too much to bear.

Through hooded eyes, she gazed up at y/n, her expression a mix of adoration and utter submission. he was her master, her lover, her entire world – and in this moment, he was giving her the utmost pleasure, claiming every inch of her being.

Lisa’s voice caught in her throat, a helpless whimper escaping her lips as y/n’s relentless thrusts rendered her nearly speechless. She had become so dependent on him, so utterly consumed by his possession, that even her own voice now seemed to betray her.

A delighted giggle bubbled forth from her, and she chuckled softly, reveling in her absolute submission to her beloved daddy. The realization that she was now little more than a living, breathing doll for his pleasure filled with a sense of profound love and adoration.

Gazing up at y/n through hooded eyes, lisa’s expression was one of pure, unadulterated bliss. In this moment, she was his to command, his to use as he saw fit – and there was nowhere else she would rather be.

Lisa’s lips moved silently, her words unspoken but her message clear. She gazed up at y/n with an expression of utter submission, her body trembling with each punishing thrust. Though her voice failed her, her eyes conveyed the depth of her need, her desire to be utterly consumed by her daddy’s possession.

With a feral growl, y/n redoubled his efforts, his hips snapping against hers with relentless abandon. The tight confines of the plane cabin only heightened the intensity, the risk of discovery adding an exhilarating edge to their forbidden tryst.

Lisa’s world narrowed to the sensation of y/n filling her, claiming her, owning her.

y/n leaned in, his breath hot against lisa’s ear as he whispered,

“I’m about to cum, my darling.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. With a silent nod, she braced herself, ready to accept her daddy’s offering. The risk of being caught only heightened her arousal, her body trembling with unbridled desire and lust.

As y/n’s release approached, lisa’s inner walls clenched around him, in attempt to milk every last drop. She fought the urge to cry out, her lips pressed together in a desperate attempt to maintain their cover. This was her daddy’s moment, and she would savor every second of it.

y/n’s grip on lisa tightened as he growled in her ear.

“I hope you’re not on birth control, baby slut.”

In a swift sudden motion, he withdrew his cock from her asshole and ram it inside her pussy, directly knocking the door of her womb with his impressive length.

With a satisfied moan, he unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside lisa’s waiting womb.

Lisa placed her free hand on her belly, practically feeling y/n’s pulsing cock within her.

A smile spread across her lips as she finally found her voice.

“Damn, y/n, your cock is so happy inside me.”

She chuckled softly, reveling in the sensation of being so completely filled by her daddy. The risk of discovery only heightening the thrill, and she knew she would treasure this moment for a long, long time.

After a noticeable few minutes, y/n’s cock finally calmed down, having spilled a considerable amount of his seed deep inside lisa’s waiting womb. With a satisfied sigh, he pulled out and sat on the seat besides, leaving lisa panting for breath.

With a playful slap, lisa turned to y/n, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“You really know how to wear a girl out, daddy.”

She leaned in, nuzzling his neck affectionately.

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Settling back into her own seat, lisa ran a hand over her still-quivering tummy, relishing the lingering sensation of y/n’s potent release. The thrill of their public tryst had left her intoxicated, craving more of her daddy’s attention and affection.

y/n gently slid lisa’s skirt back over her waist, covering her cum-filled pussy. He slowly pushed down her t-shirt, tenderly redressing her. Lisa giggled, teasing him playfully.

“Oooh, someone’s being all soft and loving now. But where’s the monster who was just ramming me like crazy on the plane, hmm??”

y/n pouted at her teasing, unable to hide the affection he felt towards her, no matter how he used and claimed her body. In this end, he had fallen deeply in love with this captivating woman, his precious lisa. Pulling her into a gentle embrace, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“You know I can’t resist you, my darling. You’ve stolen my heart, as much as I try to keep it guarded.”

Lisa nuzzled against him, her expression radiating warmth and adoration. In this moment, their connection transcended the physical, a deep, unbreakable bond that had blossomed between them.

y/n playfully slapped lisa’s cheek, pouting at her.

“You naughty girl, why weren’t you wearing any bra or panties?”

He scolded her in a mock-stern tone, like a parent chastising a mischievous child.

Lisa giggled, slapping his cheek back slowly.

“We’re even now, aren’t we?”

She responded, her tone that of a sugar mommy dealing with her playful partner.

“You love it when I’m a bad girl, don’t you, daddy?”

She laughed, the mischievous glint in her eyes betraying her feigned innocence.

y/n grasped lisa’s hand in a romantic gesture, pulling her close as he whispered tenderly.

“My darling, you know I can never stay upset with you for long. Your mischievous spirit is one of the things I love most about you.”

Lisa’s eyes sparkled with affection as she gazed up at him.

“And I love how you indulge my every whim, daddy. We’re perfect for each other, aren’t we?”

She leaned in, brushing her lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss. Their embrace was charged with a palpable intimacy, the public setting only adding to the thrill of their forbidden tryst.

The remaining flight passed in a haze of playful teasing and flirtatious banter between y/n and lisa. y/n couldn’t resist running his hands along the hem of lisa’s short skirt, his fingers ghosting over her bare thighs. Lisa giggled coyly, batting his hands away only to press herself closer, reveling in his touch.

Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, sparks of desire and mischief dancing between them. Stealing furtive glances around the cabin, they stole fleeting caresses, testing the boundaries of their public tryst. The thrill of potentially being caught only heightened the intimacy they shared.

As the plane began its descent, y/n pulled lisa into a passionate kiss, his hands tangling in her hair. She melted into his embrace, all thoughts of their surroundings forgotten.

Lisa’s breath hitched as y/n finger’s glided along her exposed skin, teasing her sensitive flesh. She shivered with joy as he gently pushed two fingers inside her slick, waiting pussy. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within her that only he could extinguish.

Leaning in close, y/n whispered huskily,

“As soon as we land and get to our hotel, I’m going to fuck this tight pussy of yours again, my darling.”

His words sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through lisa’s body. Biting her lip to stifle a moan, lisa gazed up at y/n with hooded eyes, her expression a mix of desire and submission.

“I can’t wait, daddy.”

She breathed, her inner walls clenching around his probing digits.

“I need you to claim me, to fill me with your cock until I can’t think of anything else.”

The tension between them was palpable, the promise of the carnal delights to come fueling their mutual hunger. Lisa knew that once they reached their destination, y/n would unleash the full force of his passion, and she couldn’t wait to be consumed by it.

y/n twisted and turned his fingers, sliding them in and out of lisa’s slick, waiting pussy.

“You know I’ve already claimed you, my darling.”

He exclaimed slowly, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

“You can’t think of anything else, can you?”

Lisa giggled, feeling ticklish at his fingers playing with her most intimate place.

“I know you claimed me long ago, but I’ll do anything to be claimed by you again and again and again. 364 days a year, if that’s what it takes.”

Her hips rocked against his hand, seeking more of his touch, his possession.

As the plane landed and they reached their hotel room, lisa was surprised to find the space filled with her favorite flowers, her preferred scent, and an array of softly flickering candles. She turned to y/n, her eyes shining with delight.

“y/n, what is all this? You did all of this for me?”

She asked, her voice laced with wonder.

y/n beamed, his expression radiating pure joy.

“Of course, my darling! I wanted to make you feel truly special, to create a space that reflects your beauty and warmth.”

He pulled her into a tender embrace, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“You deserve nothing less than to be pampered and adored.”

Lisa melted into his arms, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. She knew that behind y/n’s dominant, possessive nature lay a deep well of affection and care – and in moments like these, it shone through the breathtaking clarity.

“Oh, y/n, you always know just what I need.”

She murmured, nuzzling against his chest.

“I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

Together, they basked in the intimate, romantic atmosphere y/n had so thoughtfully curated, their connection deepening with each passing moment.

y/n gently removed lisa’s clothes, his fingers caressing her soft skin reverently.  As he shed his own garments, the two of them fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. y/n pulled lisa close, showering her with tender kisses that left her breathless and aching for more. Gazing up at him, lisa’s eyes shone with unbridled adoration.

“y/n…”

She breathed, her voice thick with desire.

Stilling his movements, y/n looked down at her, his expression one of pure wonder.

“God, lisa, you’re so beautiful. Your body, your curves – and beyond that, you yourself are just so breathtakingly gorgeous, my love.”

Lisa felt her heart swell with love and gratitude. In this moment, she knew she was safe, cherished, and adored – not just for her physical beauty, but for the depths of her soul that y/n had come to know and treasure.

y/n’s hands roamed lisa’s body reverently, showering her with a litany of compliments.

“Your pussy is so soft and inviting, my love. And your ass – so perfectly round and tempting.”

His fingers trailed up her sides, caressing her slim waist.

“And these breasts, so full and supple. Every inch of you is a work of art.”

Lisa’s breath caught in her throat, her body thrumming with desire under y/n adoring gaze. She arched into his touch, reveling in the way he worshipped every curve and plane of her form.

“You make me feel so cherished, y/n”

She breathed, her eyes shining with unbridled love.

“I’m yours, completely and utterly.”

Pulling her close, y/n captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hands exploring the silky expanse of her thighs.

Lisa gently took y/n’s cock in her hands, guiding it towards her waiting, slick pussy. With a soft sigh, she eased him inside, relishing the feeling of being so completely filled.

“I want you to sleep on my chest tonight, daddy.”

She murmured, her voice laced with contentment.

“I want your cock to stay buried deep inside me while we sleep.”

Curling up against y/n, lisa wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothed her, and she knew that in this moment, she was exactly where she was meant to be – in the arms of the man she loved, their bodies joined as one.

As their breathing slowed and sleep began to claim them, lisa felt a sense of utter peace and fulfillment. With y/n’s cock pulsing and growing gently within her tight pussy, she knew that she would drift off to the most restful sleep she had ever known, secure in the knowledge that she was his, and he was hers, now and forever.

In the dead of night, lisa felt a gentle tickling sensation. Slowly opening her eyes, she found y/n had taken her nipple into his mouth, sleeping soundly like a newborn babe. A wave of happiness and adoration washed over her as she gazed down at his sleeping head nestled against her chest, her nipple cradled between his lips.

Tangling her fingers tenderly through his hair, lisa felt a deep sense of contentment. She knew in this moment that she was safe, cherished, and utterly adored by the man she loved. With a soft sigh, she drifted back to sleep, lulled by the warmth of y/n’s embrace and the comforting weight of his body against hers.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[glassfullofsass]

While they're still available, get your info from the Department of Labor fact sheets & web pages

The employee must be completely relieved from duty for the purpose of eating regular meals. The employee is not relieved if he/she is required to perform any duties, whether active or inactive, while eating.

from what I can tell, there is no national requirement that your employer allow you a lunch break, but if you take a lunch break and they aren't paying you, then they legally cannot make you work/be on call to work

Many states do have required meal breaks, and additionally map out breaks/hours worked.

Also, a fun little example also from the fact sheet

For example, an employee who remains at his/her desk while eating lunch and regularly answers the telephone and refers callers is working. This time must be counted and paid as compensable hours worked because the employee has not been completely relieved from duty.

Holy god. It’s the bomb of all Drama at work today.

[caracalla-dondus]

Suspicious Minds

Pairing: Emperor Geta/wife!reader

Summary: A senator informs Geta about the rumors surrounding his wife

Author's Note: This fic consists of pieces I took out from a much longer fic I had written. After reading what I originally wrote I didn't really vibe with the whole thing and so I took out parts I liked best to create this fic. Idk if it's better or worse because things feel a bit rushed in this fic now and not as cohesive as before but it's good enough I think ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I was partly inspired by Fire & Blood where it says that some in court found Queen Rhaenys Targaryen suspicious because she spent time with bards and singers and they were sure she must be having an affair on Aegon I. Also the title is from the Elvis song of the same name because it popped into my head while writing this because it's similar to the plot lol.

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The late afternoon sun streamed through the marble arches of the palace, casting shadows across the floor of the Emperor’s private chamber. Emperor Geta paced restlessly, his jaw clenched tight, his fingers twitching. The rumors had come to him this morning, carried by a senator whose words had been carefully chosen, yet laced with venom.

“She is often seen in the company of poets and bards, my Emperor. Some say perhaps too often.”

The words echoed in Geta’s mind as he strode to the balcony. Below him, others strolled about, oblivious to the storm brewing in his heart. He had always known that his wife had a fondness for the arts. It was one of the things that had drawn him to her. The way her eyes lit up when she heard the verses of a poem she thought was interesting, the soft smile that graced her lips during the final notes of a ballad. She was a woman of intelligence and charm. Perfect qualities to be his empress.

But now those very same qualities and interests had become the source of his unrest.

~

Geta finds his wife out in the garden. “I had hoped to speak with you my wife,” he said, his tone polite but firm. 

“What troubles you, my love?” she asked, her brow furrowing as she stepped closer to him.

Geta studied her, his gaze lingering on her face, searching for some sign of guilt. But she looked as she always did, serene, composed, and beautiful. “There are whispers in the court,” he began slowly, “that your affection for music and poetry has extended beyond mere appreciation.”

His wife’s eyes widened, and then she laughed softly, a sound like the chiming of bells. “Surely you don’t believe such nonsense.”

“I don’t want to,” Geta admitted, his voice low. “But the court is not kind to a woman who spends her days surrounded by other men, no matter how innocent her intentions.”

Her smile faded, and she placed a hand on his arm. “Geta, these men are poets, musicians and artists. They speak to me about the soul, not the flesh. My heart belongs to you, and only you.”

He wanted to believe her. He needed to believe her. But the thought of her laughter, her attention, her admiration being bestowed on another man gnawed at him. “Then why do others speak of you so?” he demanded, his voice rising slightly. “Why do they say you adore Bacchus so much that you have embraced his indulgences?”

His wife stiffened, her hand falling away. “Do you question my virtue?” she asked, insulted that her husband would believe such nonsense about her.

“I question the company you keep!” he snapped, the words sharper than he intended.

She took a step back, her expression conveying her hurt and frustration. “You have always known who I am Geta. I am not a woman content to sit idly in the palace, just simply gossiping my day away. I find joy in the divine chaos of creation. If that makes me suspicious in the eyes of our court then so be it. But I will not apologize for things I did not do.”

Her words hung in the air between them, heavy with emotion. Geta clenched his fists, his anger warring with his love for her. Finally he spoke, his voice softer. “I do not wish to stifle you. But I cannot bear the thought of others questioning your loyalty or your love for me.”

His wife stepped closer, her gaze steady. “Then let me reassure you, my emperor. I am as sure of my love for you as I am about Sol bringing us the sun each morning. But if you doubt me, then tell me what must I do to prove myself?”

He sighed, reaching out to cup her face in his hands. “Stay with me tonight,” he murmured. “Let the poets and bards sing their songs without you for once. Let Bacchus have his revelry elsewhere.”

She smiled faintly, leaning into his touch. “If it will ease your mind, my dear husband then I will stay.”

Geta pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if to shield her from the whispers that sought to undermine them. But even as he held her, a shadow of doubt lingered, refusing to be banished entirely.

~

The grand halls of the palace echoed with the click of her delicate sandals against the marble floor. The weight of her husband’s arm on her shoulder was both reassuring and suffocating. For the past three days, Geta had not let her out of his sight. Where she went, he followed. Where he could not follow, he sent his guards to watch her every step. It was unlike him, and though his paranoia was silent, she could feel it in the way his fingers tightened around her arm, in the watchful, almost desperate glint in his eyes.

She had tried to comfort him, tried to reassure him of her loyalty, but it seemed no words could pierce through the suspicion that had taken hold of him.

During a feast, Geta watched his wife like a hawk as she entertained a visiting nobleman whose son had written a collection of poems. His wife listened to the man intently, her soft smile never wavering as the man recited a verse.

But Geta saw something else. He saw how the man’s eyes lingered on her, how her laughter seemed to light up the room. His fingers dug into the armrests of his chair, his jaw tightening. Was it admiration? Was it mere courtesy? Or was there something more? The thoughts churned in his mind like a storm, dark and unrelenting.

When the man left, Geta wasted no time. He rose abruptly, crossing the room to where his wife stood.

“You enjoyed his company,” he said, his voice low but laced with accusation.

His wife blinked, startled by his tone. “He was reciting his son’s poetry, my dear husband. That’s all it was.”

“You smiled at him,” Geta pressed, his eyes narrowing. “You laughed.”

“Am I not allowed to smile and laugh?” she asked softly, though there was a tinge of frustration in her voice. “Must I always wear a sour expression to please you?”

His hand shot out, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him. “You are mine,” he said, his voice trembling - not with anger, but with something deeper, something more fragile. “Your smiles, your laughter, they belong to me and no one else.”

Her eyes softened as she saw the flicker of insecurity behind his harsh words. She reached up, covering his hand with her own. “And they are yours, Geta,” she murmured. “Only yours.”

His grip loosened, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if afraid she might vanish. “I will not lose you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I cannot.”

~

For the next several days, Geta’s wife’s world shrank. Where she once wandered the gardens freely, now her husband walked beside her, his hand resting possessively on her waist. When she visited the library, he went with her. Her gatherings with poets and musicians were no more, replaced by dinners where Geta sat her beside him, his eyes never leaving her.

She tried to be understanding, but his constant scrutiny weighed heavily on her. One evening, as they sat together in their chambers, she finally spoke.

“Geta,” she began, her voice tentative. “Do you not trust me?”

He looked up from the goblet of wine in his hand, his expression guarded. “Of course I trust you, you are my wife,” he said after a long pause. “It is everyone else I do not trust.”

“You cannot keep watch over me forever,” she said.

His jaw tightened. “You are my wife,” he said firmly. “My empress. And I will not risk anyone else taking you from me.”

“Even if it means suffocating me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Geta flinched, as if her words had struck him. He set the goblet down and rose to his feet, pacing the room. “You do not understand,” he said, his voice low and strained. “I have enemies everywhere. We have enemies everywhere. They would use you against me. They would take you from me. Take your love away from me”

“Who could take me when I am yours in both heart and soul?” she asked, rising to stand before him.

He stopped, his gaze meeting hers. For a moment, he looked like a man on the edge of breaking, his carefully constructed armor of intimidation cracking to reveal the fear beneath. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “But the thought of losing you terrifies me.”

She reached out, cupping his face in her hands. “Geta,” she said softly, “you will not lose me. I love you.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “Promise me,” he whispered. “Promise me you will never leave me.”

“I promise,” she said, though her heart ached at the desperation in his voice.

He pulled her into his arms again, holding her as if his life depended on it. She sighed softly, resting her head against his chest. She understood that his possessiveness was not born of cruelty, nor out of a need to stifle her but it was of a fear he could not truly voice, a fear he could not truly reconcile with, and it had consumed him.

And so she stayed, tethered to him by her love for him, hoping that soon his insecurities would ease and he would see that she was his, not because he demanded it, but because she chose it. But she was not sure how much she could take of this suffocating behavior. Of every move of hers and every interaction being heavily watched.

~

She rarely let her frustrations boil to the surface, but this time was different. As she sat across from her husband in their private chambers, the weight of the senator’s venomous words and their impact on her marriage gnawed at her patience. For days and days now, Geta’s suffocating possessiveness had taken over every aspect of her life, and she could no longer bear the thought that this rift between them had been instigated by a man seeking to undermine her, a man seeking to replace her.

She set down her goblet with a sharp clink, her hands trembling, not with fear, but with barely restrained annoyance and anger. “I’ve been thinking, my dear husband,” she began, her voice calm but carrying an obvious edge to it.

Geta glanced up from his seat, his brow furrowing slightly at her tone. “What is it?”

She met his gaze, her eyes blazing with uncharacteristic determination. “The senator who came to you with these baseless rumors. I believe he must be punished.”

Geta blinked, clearly surprised. “Punished? For what?”

“For daring to speak against me,” she replied, her voice firm, slightly exasperated that he did not already know what she spoke of. “For poisoning your mind with lies and causing this… this chaos between us. He sought to undermine your confidence in me, to cast doubt on my loyalty, to possibly destroy my reputation. That is not something we should let go unanswered.”

Geta leaned back in his chair, studying her intently. “You surprise me, wife. I thought you were above petty revenge. You have always counseled me against such rash decisions before”

“This is not petty, nor is it rash!” she shot back, her tone sharpening. “He sought to disgrace me, your wife, your empress. By doing so, he has disgraced you as well. How can you tolerate such audacity?”

Her words struck a nerve. Geta’s insecurities flared, his mind racing as he considered her argument. She was right. The senator’s insinuations had not only called his wife’s loyalty into question but had also implied that Geta was a weak ruler, unable to control his own household. The thought made his blood boil.

“What would you have me do?” he asked, his voice low.

“Demote him. Remove him from his position. Let it be known that you will not tolerate slander against your Empress.”

Geta narrowed his eyes. “And if others see this as an act of weakness? A sign that I am blinded by my love for you?”

“Let them see it as a warning,” she countered. “Let them know that your loyalty to your wife is unwavering and that you will not allow anyone to sow baseless discord in your court.”

Her words appealed to Geta’s pride, and she could see the gears turning in his mind. After a long silence, he nodded slowly. “Very well. The senator will be dealt with. I’ll ensure his removal will be public and soon.”

Relief washed over her, though a part of her felt dissatisfied about simply just having the senator removed from his position. The senator had meddled in her marriage, made her husband watch every move she made for days now, and he deserved to face more severe consequences for it. The senator has a daughter around her age, she felt certain the senator was likely hoping to get her pushed aside to potentially make way for his daughter to get close to Geta, for her to be the next Empress of Rome. Geta’s wife seethed silently at the thought of someone replacing her, of someone attempting to steal her position. She thought about paying Caracalla a visit and informing him of the treacherous senator in their midst. He would certainly give her the dramatic reaction she wants.

Geta rose from his seat, crossing the room to stand before her. He cupped her face in his hands, his gaze softening. “You are right. I should never have allowed his words to poison my mind. You are my empress, my wife. No one will come between us again”

She smiled faintly, leaning into his touch and calming for a moment. “And I will always stand by your side Geta. But we must stand together, against anyone who seeks to divide us.”

Geta kissed her then, fierce and possessive, as if to reaffirm their bond. She let herself melt into the embrace, even as a small voice in the back of her mind wondered if she should push for more to be done about the senator. 

~~~~

reader can't take out her frustrations on Geta so she will take it out on the senator who started all of this instead lol

[00valentina-writes00]

Ambessa x depressed wife?

♡♥︎ Ambessa with a depressed wife ♥︎♡

♡ Ambessa is a woman of action, not words. She sees the weight pressing on you before you even say a thing. At first, she watches—gauging, assessing—before she decides how best to handle it.

♡ She does not pity you. Pity is for the weak, and you are not weak. You are hers. And if something is dragging you down, she will fix it.

♡ She is not the type to ask, “What’s wrong?” Instead, she studies you, pieces things together. The way you linger in bed longer, the way your appetite wanes, the way your usual spark dims—she notices it all.

♡ Ambessa does not tolerate inaction. If you struggle to get out of bed, she does not coax—you will feel her presence looming before she gives a single, firm command: “Up.” She will not drag you, but she will not let you waste away.

♡ She brings you food and watches you eat. She does not force you, but she does not leave until you have taken at least a few bites. If you refuse, she raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “If you will not care for yourself, then I will do it for you. And you will not like my methods.”

♡ When you are too tired to leave your chambers, she does not push—that would be counterproductive. Instead, she ensures that your space remains orderly, warm, lived in. She will not let you disappear into the shadows.

♡ She reminds you of who you are—not with sweet words, but with cold, sharp truth. “You are my wife. The strongest woman I know. Do not insult me by acting otherwise.”

♡ If you cannot find the strength to tend to yourself, Ambessa will do it for you. She brushes your hair, dresses you in fine silks, and fastens your jewelry. But she is not gentle. There is no coddling, only firm hands and the unspoken message: You are not lost. You are still here.

♡ She takes you to war meetings, to social gatherings, to anywhere that reminds you of the world beyond your mind. She does not ask if you want to go—she expects you to.

♡ If anyone so much as implies that you are fragile, Ambessa’s gaze alone is enough to silence them. You are not weak, and she will break the jaw of anyone who suggests otherwise.

♡ She does not allow you to isolate. If you hide away, she will find you. If you do not speak, she will wait. If you are distant, she will pull you back.

♡ Ambessa speaks little of emotions, but her actions are unwavering. She places a hand at the small of your back when you hesitate. She stands beside you when you falter. She waits when you need time—but never too long.

♡ If you struggle with sleep, she does not press you about it. Instead, she sits beside you, sharpening her blade or reading while you toss and turn. You are never alone in the dark.

♡ She ensures that your needs are met, even when you don’t voice them. A warm bath waiting for you. A meal set aside, whether you eat it or not. A weighted fur draped over your shoulders when you sit by the window for too long.

♡ She does not believe in empty reassurances. If you confess your struggles, she listens in silence before saying, “Then we will handle it.” And she means it.

♡ Ambessa does not tolerate self-deprecation. The first time you call yourself a burden, her eyes darken, and her voice is low, steady, dangerous. “You will not speak of my wife that way. Ever.”

♡ She keeps you moving. If you cannot find purpose, she gives you one. A task, a responsibility, something to remind you that you are not aimless.

♡ She does not ask how you are feeling—she knows. But if she catches you struggling, she will place a firm hand on your shoulder and say, “Tell me what you need.” And when you do, she makes it happen.

♡ If you ever break down in front of her, Ambessa does not panic. She lets you feel it—lets you cry, rage, collapse under the weight. And then? She steadies you. Lifts your chin. And reminds you, “You will rise from this.”

♡ On the rare occasions she softens, it is in the quiet moments. When she brushes a thumb over your knuckles, when she pulls you against her without a word, when she lets out a breath and murmurs, “You are not alone.”

♡ She does not fix you. She does not try to fix you. Instead, she stands beside you as you navigate the storm. And she will not let you drown.

♡ If you ever admit that you feel unworthy of her, she laughs. A low, sharp sound. “You are my equal. My wife. Do not insult me with such foolishness.”

♡ When words fail, she stays. She sits beside you, a solid, unyielding presence, until you are ready to move again.

♡ If you disappear into your mind too much, she breaks the silence with a sharp, commanding, “Look at me.” And when you do, she holds your gaze until you remember who you are.

♡ When she pulls you into bed at night, it is not always out of affection—it is a command. “You will sleep.” And with her warmth pressed against you, you often do.

♡ She expects you to fight for yourself, but she knows some days are harder than others. On those days, she fights for you.

♡ Ambessa does not need to say I love you often. It is in every order, every push, every unrelenting expectation that you will not fall.

♡ And if you ever do? She will catch you.

[jebunkle]

is this the real life?...

806 wc, gn!reader, all of them are having a mental breakdown

i saw some awesome sahsrau (self-aware hsr au) from @aventurineswife and they seemed a bit tired of making it...so i thought i'd give it a shot :p maybe ooc on some parts, sorry

the astral express who, while visiting a planet, begin to sense something amiss. it feels as if something, someone, has eyes on them occasionally.

while you're just logging in to play the game and pulling for new characters, everyone starts to freak out. what is watching over them? it can't be the aeons, something much more divine. hell, maybe even the aeons sense something is different.

himeko brews coffee while chatting quietly with welt, "you've felt it too, yes?" she asked him nervously, as if someone would hear if they were too loud. she sips her drink while glancing around every moment or so, displaying her franticness.

the express notices her off putting attitude, but before they can dwell on it, they begin to feel the same as her. it's almost like an illness, if this plague's symptoms were paranoia and impending doom.

the stellaron hunters are hardly different. kafka's smooth demeanor falters as she gazes off into the deep null of space. "who are you, divine being?" she asks into the nothingness, her sultry voice filling the otherwise empty air. as blade is sat on a couch, arms crossed over his chest, his posture seemed to be more tense than usual. of course, he was always uptight, but his behavior was extra rigid as of lately. silver wolf on the other hand, can't help but chuckle at kafka's philosophical rants and blade's silent pondering. she can tell that they're all puppets on a larger stage, meaning close to nothing in the vast universe — both her universe and yours.

aventurine, ever relaxed, has been carrying himself with a bit more of a troubled expression. his typical flamboyance has faltered and few around him have noticed. as aventurine sits on a red leather chair in an empty casino, he does not feel alone; tossing a golden coin between his fingers, aventurine begins thinking aloud. "i see you've chosen to reveal yourself, huh?" the blonde's voice is low and almost soft, as if he's trying not to offend whoever he may be speaking to.

dr. ratio's hair is a slightly unkempt, his eyebrows are pinched together much more frequently, and his papers and studies are left askew on his desk. a few members of the intellegentsia guild slowly catch onto how he's acting, and it's truly unbecoming of the infamous strict professor. his employees can be seen wearing a concerned expression when glancing over at him, yet are too afraid to inquire on his troubled state. "i will uncover whoever is ensuing this chaos amongst us all." ratio promises himself.

the xianzhou luofu is eerily quiet. the arbiter general himself has gone silent as well, as if the ship has been submerged into an ocean of solitude. jing yuan sits in his chair with his fingers intertwined atop his lap. internally, he wonders about this rumored 'creator'; are they real? is it an aeon? what does this mean for him? his companions? is something terrible on the horizon? his endless inquiries are certainly unlike him, causing the master diviner fu xuan to worry about him.

she feels that the world has been tilted also, however she's more concerned about jing yuan's scrambled state. "please, go home and rest, general." she pleads annoyedly, "mm. give me a moment, diviner fu." jing yuan replies quietly, his words melancholic. "you know as much as i do that something has changed." he states to the shorter woman.

boothill's shoes tap eagerly against the pavement that lined the roof of the building, echoing an ambience of anticipation. "what in the world are you?" the man questions the air rhetorically. he cannot, for the life of him, figure out what's causing such a stir in the mood of everyone, himself included. the silver cowboy's hand is rested on his hip, the other lifted to his neck with a finger pressed to his chin. "i dunno, but yer rackin' all our brains here.." boothill remarks, hoping that whoever is watching over him will hear it.

the enigmatic memokeeper is seen with a more defined smirk recently. black swan has taken interest is this unknown deity that has spiked fear and franticness all over the universe. she rests her palm against her chin, staring up into the stars that decorate the black outside of the express's windows. "i hope you'd be willing to speak with me, demiurge." she exclaims in a calm yet excited tone.

the head of the oak family stands in his obnoxiously large office, hands pressed against the polished table as he stares down at it. there's a few scattered documents thrown astray, but they're not important right now. all sunday can think of is you. he knows you exist, he's sure of it, and he won't rest until the day comes that you visit him and grace the world with your presence.

im so happy the eagles won the super bowl and kendricks performance was goated

dividers by @/hyuneskkami

[theramblingvoid]

Solanum Outer Wilds as a concept is going to kill me. She knows. She knows something's wrong but she doesn't know what. "I might not be quite alive." She doesn't age, doesn't seem to quite feel time passing. She doesn't know everyone else is dead. She doesn't know the universe is tens of thousands of years different than the one she knew. She does not know that her home no longer exists, but she knows she can't go back there. As the hatchling I know my home still exists, will always exist (unchanging) (forever) (as I change without it) and I know I cannot go back there either.

She doesn't know, but she has a theory. I don't have the language to confirm it. We're both just...here.

I want the hatchling to be able to hug her and cry so, so badly.

(Absolutely no DLC spoilers in the tags please, I haven't gotten there yet)

[fancyfeathers]

Thinking about Yandere!Justice League having children with their darlings and perhaps those children aren’t too keen on their relationship with their parents…

Set in the universe of Young Justice.

Includes references to my Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling & Always Prey But Never A Bird

Clark’s daughter grew up in Smallville after Clark married his darling, living near the same house her father grew up in. She is one of many children, including Connor who her mother immediately took in as her own even if her father was still struggling with his feelings about his clone (though Connor rarely comes by unless Clark is gone, otherwise he is back with the team). Between herself and her siblings there is one major difference, she doesn’t have powers, or at least they have not come in yet.

She feels herself isolated from her siblings, especially when she sees one of her brothers practice and train with their father or when she gets pulled from the soccer team since it is apparently not safe when she sprained her ankle during a game but her dad has missed half her games of the season because of being Superman, Justice League business, or something with her siblings because of their powers that they are learning to control.

He is so protective but he is never even there.

She gets fed up when it gets near to her high school graduation and she is looking at colleges and talk to her parents about colleges and Clark is not sure about sending her off.

So she decides to leave on her own, pack a bag in the middle of the night while her dad is off planet and walks outside, walking across the empty field and she hears…

“Heading out?”

One of her siblings had caught onto her leaving, but they are not going to stop her, instead offering to take her anywhere she needs because she needs to leave this place to figure out who she really is.

Of course there will be panic when Clark returns home and finds one of his children is missing and she is completely untraceable, how is she untraceable? Clark can not even hear her heartbeat, she could be dead!

But she’s not…

Hal Jordan’s twins don’t really know their father super well because of when he is off planet as Green Lantern but he still wants to be a part of their lives, but their childhood is spent running around the Watchtower and being babysat by other league members or other Green Lantern Corps members while their dad is off planet, and their mother is tired of reading two very chaotic teenagers. Hal is like that one dad who does not fully understand that his children have been growing back, he’ll come into his teenage daughter’s room, sit on her bed and ask if she wants to go practice softball pitcher throws but he doesn’t know the last time his daughter played softball was in middle school. Or offering to take his son to the beach but his son cannot stand the feeling of sand on his feet or how the sand can ruin his books.

He remembers them like when they were babies and he made constructs from his ring of animals and toys for his children to play with and now when he picks up his daughter up from school he does not even know the names of her her friends.

But one thing that will never change is the fact that he will protect them no matter what. All it would take is for Hal to witness one incident, say he has to save his twins as Green Lantern, he makes the decision that at the end of the school year he is pulling them out and moving them into the Watchtower full time, besides they already stay there when he is off planet.

The two pick up on this when they overhear their parents arguing about it in the night, it is far past their bedtime so Hal doesn’t think either of them are listening but both of them listen in and all it takes is for their dad to go to a Justice League meeting and the two have packed their bags and jumped out the bathroom window.

Diana’s darling is definitely a woman and I think if they were to have a child they would have adopted an orphan, one who perhaps lost their family in an accident and Diana saves them, a young boy, a preteen at the oldest. He has a semi normal upbringing, he doesn’t really have any powers. He has never been to Themyscira because of he is a man, but Diana trains him anyway because it is important he knows how defend himself and his other adoptive mother when Diana is not around.

But the day comes where every little bird has to leave the nest and Diana agrees to let him to go to college nearby, especially after hearing about his intentions to become a lawyer. But his true intention to pursue such a career is because when he heard the stories from his other mother about how the members of the Justice League did certain things to get their partners and he felt horrified, he may not have been the one who done such a thing but he would be damned if he was not the one to try and repair it. Besides Diana has no reason to believe her baby boy is a liar, so he never even gets caught and forced to tell the truth.

It is at school where he meets someone not too different from himself and the two immediately hit it off, but the major thing between the two of them is that she is fast… really fast…

Barry Allen is close to his darling little girl, especially since she inherited his speed, they found that little fact out when she was practicing for track team tryouts and she suddenly found herself in Arizona, that was an interesting conversation when she called up her dad, a crying and confused mess, and before she could hang up Barry was already there, kneeling down in his suit and explaining everything to her.

Most kids get a car for their sixteenth birthday, she got super speed.

But another thing she got from her dad is his intelligence, it takes a lot to be a forensic scientist so Barry is hardly surprised when he little girl graduates early, he knows that she used her speed doing homework when he told her not to but sometimes the achievement outdoes the actions to get there.

Barry is willing to send her away from home for college, after all he is never far. But while she is at school she meets a boy, a few years older than her, and they become fast friends. She trusts him so she reveals her powers one night when they are hanging out around campus, her hand literally phasing through the wall with how fast it is going, but after that all turn is revealed and her world is shattered.

That boy was the son of Diana and he tells her everything, the truth about her own parents and she feels like she can never look her dad in the eye again. She doesn’t even feel like she can go home again, but when the end of the school year comes up they do have to move out of their dorm rooms and go home, but neither of them have the intention of doing that.

When Barry comes to help her move out, she is gone, most of her stuff is still there but she is gone. Then he hears the same from Diana about her son and everything clicks into place…

They found out the truth.

Zatara has another child besides Zatanna, though not biological. When Zatara’s first wife died and he kidnapped got remarried to his darling, she also had a child, a little boy from a former relationship. The boy may not be his biological child but that boy is his son, so just like Zatanna, he teaches him about the mystic arts.

The boy is practically raised by Zatara as his father, especially when his mother falls into stockholm syndrome, but that just makes the sting so much worse when Zatara puts on the Helmet of Fate to save Zatanna. Sure by the time it happened his son is basically an adult, but it still hurts when his sister comes back home and tells him and his mother what happened. So while Zatanna joins the team and leaves home he is left to struggle with his emotions about what happened.

The young man is cleaning up some of his father’s things to tuck away in boxes because his mother is to grief stricken to even look at them, but then he found some of Zatara’s old journals where he wrote about his darling, when he was too young to remember, and he feels absolutely horrified about what his step father did. He thinks about asking his mother about it but he does not want to bring up any sad memories she might have lingering, and he is not going to ask Zatanna, because his sister is still in pain after what her dad did to protect her.

So he decides it might be best for him to leave so he can make peace with a few things.

He packs up his bags and does not even tell his mother or Zatanna that he is leaving, just leaving a note on the kitchen counter. He travels the world, becoming a mostly self taught magician, besides the few things his father taught him when he was younger. He calls Zatanna or his mother every so often and every time his sister sounds more and more worried, but he reassures her that he is not on a team of superheroes like she is, he is just trying to figure out where he belongs…

But that promise does not last long once he finds out about the rest of the Justice League and their darlings and he is enraged…

Arthur Curry’s son is technically a prince, but really he feels captive in his own home. His father may be half human but his mother is fully human, and so their son is mostly human, so one can imagine how hard it is for him to breathe underwater without some form of assistance. Arthur tried to get his son adapted overtime, but it just became too hard as he got older and he had to rely on assistance to breathe underwater like his mother. He would be the heir to the throne if it was not for having young siblings who were stronger than he was, truly he is not jealous but he is disappointed that he is seen as so fragile for being born into an environment his body mostly does not want to be in. He is hardly let outside just because his body already struggles enough being so deep underwater… he wonders if it would be different on the surface, he’s never been up there before.

By some miracle he convinces his retainers to let him explore, just for an hour or two, but then an hour turns into a day and a day turns into weeks. He feels so much more alive on land, his lungs don’t feel heavy like they are struggling to breathe.

But the Prince of Atlantis going missing is going to cause more than a few people to panic. Including Arthur himself.

With more children of the Justice League going missing they get more worried and stressed and begin a mass search for them if it was not for a certain someone…

Now Bruce Wayne’s daughter I have written about before, she was the vigilante know as Songbird in Gotham, she ran away years ago and in this universe when everything was said and done she went off all on her own, sure she based herself off Black Canary, but with most of the league like this she wants nothing to do with it.

She was the first one to run away from home and not being caught by the Batman is certainly a feat but she is certainly her father’s daughter, so when she hears the news about some of the children of Justice League members going missing because she definitely did not hack their server communications. So she finds each child of the Justice League and she helps them out, because to be honest they all want the same thing.

Setting up a place for everyone to stay safely after tracking them down one by one, she even went all the way to Paris to find Zatara’s son to convince him because he was doing a show there.

So she makes lead lined shirts for little Miss Supergirl so she cannot be found via powers. Then it gets get worse when she does finally get powers and being half Kryptonian hits her hard, especially when she has no one around to teach her how to control them, well almost no one. Luckily she has someone in her corner, who better to teach her than the daughter of the Batman who taught herself how to be a vigilante, it should not be that hard.

Each one wants to either help one of their parents or they straight up are doing this out spite. But trying to piece together a team of the heroes who have next to no idea what they are going to do. But becoming a team to spite their parents turned into them basically stopping villains before their parents do.

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I love the idea of Clark’s and Bruce’s daughters and Diana’s son be best friends who have never met, like the second the meet each other they just know that they are inseparable. The self trained vigilante, the boy raised by an Amazon, and the half Kryptonian girl. Then the training sessions and teaching Clark’s daughter how to control her newly gained powers almost always turns into just chatting and some sort of shenanigans.

I don’t know why but something about Zatara’s son gaining powers kind of like the Scarlet Witch from the MCU just makes sense to me. Also the idea of Doctor Fate having slight, or heavy, protective tendencies over him while Zatara is the host.

Also I did not put them down here but I also had ideas for Green Arrow’s & Black Canary’s daughter because they would definitely share a darling, and I might write a second part for them and a few others.

Then I also thought about Martian Manhunter and his darling having an adoptive daughter because she is a meta human with telepathic abilities, but then I got reminded of Charles Xavier and thinking that she would be just to similar and now that I am finishing up this post I don’t hate that idea.

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I know it's implied that Alfred cleans all the sheets/makes the beds in the Manor (or shares that task with the Batfamily) but imagine being the Manor maid/housekeeper who's legally bound by some insane NDA to never reveal how batshit (heh) crazy the laundry service is in Bruce Wayne's house. there is dried blood and mud and random shit everywhere. there are stains she cannot get out even with industrial strength bleach and nonstop scrubbing. she thought taking a job with a billionaire with kids meant she'd be cleaning kids' beds and maybe the occasional post-fling gross bedsheets in Mr. Wayne's room, but nope. she's down in the basement with his butler staring at a mystery acid stain trying to decide how to cut it out to save Mrs. Wayne's old embroidered sheets from certain death. they have ten minutes, maybe twelve. the acid hole is getting larger. it's bright green. Pennyworth doesn't even look surprised. he just tells her to get the shears out and save what she can.