#clingy father caretaker

[motherlove]

✚ Clingy Mother Caretaker｡ 

A flag for motherly caretakers who are clingy towards their regressor.

✚ Clingy Father Caretaker｡ 

A flag for fatherly caretakers who are clingy towards their regressor.

✚ Clingy Parent Caretaker｡ 

A flag for parental caretakers who are clingy towards their regressor.

Requested by : Anon．

You do not have to identify as feminine or masculine to use the Mother & Father flags ... Any being who uses those terms is free to use the flags． ♡

[avtrbee]

the parent-teacher conference

summary: there’s a new parent in town!

tw: implications of death ig?

Gojo Satoru is positively beaming. He has had a few unforgettable moments in his life; his first day in Jujutsu Tech, his awakening, the first time he got drunk, that one threesome with you and Ge- he’s getting distracted. Point is, this just might take the cake for the most unforgettable.

He had gotten a call from Nanami this morning asking him to meet up. It was already suspicious that he called him, but Satoru was feeling pretty generous. After all, it’s not always that Satoru could get to hear his kouhai ask for a favor.

Now, Satoru is sitting on a chair in a McDonalds beside you, and sitting on the chair in-front of the both of you is a very, very ashamed and embarrassed Nanami Kento. Fuck, Satoru’s smug. His cheeks have hurt from smiling so widely in the past hour and he’s fairly sure that you’re struggling to hide that smirk away from your face.

Amidst the noise of chattering people, a voice stood out from the rest. A small boy with pink hair and chubby cheeks came running towards your table. His yellow sweater and jean shorts were bright and clean, obviously brand new but hastily bought. “Nanamin-!” he cried as he reaches your table. He looks at Nanami with wide eyes. “Aaah.” He opens his mouth expectantly.

Without missing a beat, Satoru’s kouhai immediately scoops up a small serving of his Oreo McFlurry and feeds the boy who smiles in thanks after chewing the ice cream. He does not hesitate to turn and run back to the play place.

Satoru couldn’t help but sigh in defeat. “Oi, Megumi,” he calls to the child who was also at the play place with his sister. “Why couldn’t you be cute like him?” He whines. He doesn’t need to turn his head to know that Megumi heard him, and how he’s glaring at him right now. Call it a father’s instinct. But, speaking of fathers-

You see, Nanami has been in this exact same position three years prior except he was on the other side of the table. When Satoru confessed that he had not-so-accidentally acquired two children with enough emotional baggage for four adult sorcerers, Nanami went berserk. Satoru remembers that scolding, how Nanami called him irresponsible, how you and Satoru weren’t ready for them, how he was in no position to adopt two children despite him having more than enough resources to sustain Megumi and Tsumiki- only to find out Nanami is good little junior who followed his exact footsteps and basically adopted the first orphan he saw. Satoru wonders how many hours it spent before Nanami threw away his pride and asked him for parenting advice. Karma is real!

“So. Itadori Yuuji, huh,” he starts, unable to keep the glee out of his voice. Satoru watches as Nanami hunches his shoulders just a tiny bit in shame, but glares back at him. Nanami opens his mouth to retort, but before his voice came out little Yuuji came running back with his mouth open for another bite of Oreo McFlurry. Nanami delivers his request and Yuuji goes back to his own business.

“He’s clingy,” you observed. That was the fifth time in ten minutes did the pink haired child go back for ice cream. You suspect its not the ice cream itself, but Nanami’s presence. “He must be anxious if he doesn’t see you for too long.”

And who could blame him? Yuuji’s sole caretaker before Nanami was his grandfather, but after he was eaten up by a curse…

“I’m worried about that,” Nanami admits. “He gets upset when I have to leave work. He has to stay home alone and I get off work late…sometimes not at all.”

“Eh,” Satoru waves off his worries with a hand. “It’ll be like that from the start. You just have to assure them that you won’t leave.”

Satoru remembers this. How Tsumiki tries her best to hide her anxiety when he leaves for a work trip and how Megumi lets Satoru hug him briefly when he comes home. Sometimes both children are surprised he comes back at all despite his constant reassurance.

He quickly learns that these children do not trust the words of adults. Words are easily said, promises easily broken.

“Mhmm.” You nod. “We try to always have one of us be present at night. No simultaneous missions for both of us unless necessary.”

Yeesh, Satoru remembers the circumstances that led to that decision. When the both of you were finally able to come home after separate missions on both ends of Japan, Megumi and Tsumiki had thought you had left them.

“Maybe Yuuji can stay with us just until you get back,” you suggest. “If all three of us are gone, I know I can at least trust Tsumiki with him.”

Nanami nods appreciatively. “Thank you, Y/N-san. I know this must be a bother…”

Satoru shakes his head. “Nah. Besides Megumi needs friends his own age.”

He is worried about his little boy. Megumi isn’t exactly the social butterfly like Tsumiki is. Satoru knows that Tsumiki can create an underground cult and rule the school if she really wanted to, but Megumi would rather die than to talk to someone he deems undeserving.

The boy doesn’t even eat with anyone during lunch, or play with anyone during their free time. Megumi would just summon his dogs and let them roam around the school field, and it’s not like anyone would see.

After Megumi explained this to Satoru, he finally understood the multiple concerning calls he got from Megumi’s teachers. They report him petting the air mindlessly like there were invisible dogs, which…there were.

“But what about school?” You ask, prodding the man a bit. He has hardly shared any of his plans.

“There’s a school nearby my apartment. I’ve already enrolled Yuuji there for the next school year.”

Ah, Nanami, Satoru coos in his mind. So meticulous and well-planned!

“He’s ten by now,” you muse, swirling your straw in coke. “Curses and techniques manifest by four. Do you think he sees-?”

“No,” came Nanami’s harsh reply. He says it with such conviction, like he was willing it to be true. It’s the loudest he had been since he asked both of you to meet him at a McDonalds and begged for parenting advice. “He will never be part of that life.”

To others, Nanami must’ve sounded angry. But to you and Satoru, he just sounded protective. Satoru understands. He would give anything to take Megumi out of the sorcery world.

“I’m jealous,” you admit in a whisper. “I’m scared for Megumi and Tsumiki sometimes.”

“Tsumiki is a non sorcerer,” Nanami points out. “She is innocent.”

You sigh. “I gave her some glasses with my cursed energy to see them just in case.”

Satoru remembers this. You both had found Tsumiki beating herself up about how she’s always left behind. She was the only one who couldn't see Megumi’s dogs. The only one who doesn’t understand why you or Satoru would sometimes flick your hand at a random tree. The only one couldn’t see. You relented quickly, giving her twin glasses that match Satoru’s- Like the ones Maki-chan has!- only to be used inside the house.

Using the glasses outside the house is a strict no-no. Satoru didn’t want her seeing the ugly curses that lurk around the streets. Not that she would see them anyway, considering he had exorcised every curse found within a 300 meter radius around the house and their school. But, still, you never know.

Your words bring a deep frown on Nanami’s face, immediately indicating that he did not agree with your actions. You could feel the disappointment radiating off of the man that Satoru wonders if he regrets asking you for advice.

“I still don’t want her to see curses, but I don’t want her to feel left out.” you reason. “That’s just children, Nanami-kun. They make you bend your morals if it's for the sake of them.”

“Mm,” Nanami hums, leaning back on his chair. His gaze turns to the play place and Satoru follows. The children were building towers out of wooden blocks. They had established an effective system; Yuuji hands Megumi the blocks, Tsumiki directs Megumi where to put it, and Megumi obeys.

They look so peaceful. They look like children.

Nanami stares at Yuuji, who immediately notices his gaze. The child perks up as he catches him, before standing up and breaking into a sprint with his arms open.

Nanami catches the child no problem, but the chair squeaks in protest. Satoru watches as Yuuji hugs him the best he could, with Nanami’s huge palm over the back of Yuuji’s head.

“Ah,” the blonde says, his eyes soft and drunk with love. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this one.”

Satoru gazes back to his own children, finishing the tower of blocks everyone has started. Satoru breaks into a genuine smile. Welcome to parenthood, Nanami.

[night-dazai]

Uhm, hey

I just recently came across your blog and I am amazed at your talent and Inlove with your writting style, If you don't mind, I want to request a Chuuya fanfic, where reader is babysitting for one of her friends/ she's playing with a kid, and chuuya sees her and suddenly gets baby fever!

-🌹(Can I be rose a non? If not 🪷?)

First and foremost "I AM SORRY " I have been not feeling too good and work has been hard for a while, I will soon start uploading.

Love you sure can be any flower you like 🌹, Rose this also got a little lot bigger than I wanted to 😅

Tags: smut, female reader, vagina sex, pussy slapping, rough sex.

[Chuuya would be an amazing father from my view and saw this picture on Pinterest and felt like must put this for this 😍]

“Aww come here “ you clapped your hands as the tiny blonde baby crawled to you while Gin stood next to you smiling through her mask and brightly rattling the toy “That a good baby “ you said lifting it while the child giggled at the way you lifted it high and low. 

When some clients made a request and for some reason, they had a kid or even if one of the members had a kid and could not leave them alone at home you and Gin were their caretakers. You could not do any work in port mafia cause you did not like it but that does not stop you from liking your boyfriend. 

All your life you have had a normal life, school, college and friends, part-time work, internship and so on. You love your boyfriend whom you met at the bar three years ago. 

He was always afraid to tell you about his profession thinking you might leave him but “ just because I cannot work in the mafia does not mean you should, but ..” you held his hand tightly as the string into the ocean blue eyes “ you won't get hurt and lave me right ?” you asked voice filled with worry and anxiety. 

Chuuya blinked “You are not scared ?” he asked when you shook your head. Not knowing what to do the man burst into laughter and hugged you (also the first time he had touched you in a month into your relationship ) “Never love never will I leave you “. 

Everyone in Port Mafia knew you and no one dared to touch you, you and Gin hit it off for being the youngest girls there. Now again you both were in Chuuya’s office playing with the baby “Y/n the meeting is over “ Gin said opening the door and peeking outside. 

“Ahh so soon, “ you said kind of disappointed, you have always liked babies and they were also naturally attracted to you. Rubbing your nose with the child you earned another giggle “Time to go to mommy “ you said and turned to see your boyfriend looking at you but his hat hid his expression “ Gin tell the boss I won't be able to come to work this weekend “ he muttered and left the place. 

Confused you stood there holding the child blinking while the kid played with your shirt “Is he doing something else, mission  ?” you asked going near Gin to give the child while she shook her head “Then what is he doing this weekend ?” the questions stood very big on your mind. 

For the past few days and you were sure it is almost a month now, chuuya has not been looking at you properly and has been buried in work and now this? You were not mad at him for working but he is not being with you, you did not need sex or anything just holding his hand or lying on his lap watching TV. But he always found reasons to say no “Not now love “and “I am in a call doll later okay “ he would not even look at you properly. 

Anxiety and fear started occupying your mind for the past few weeks “Is he bored? “ “Have I been too clingy he does not like me ?” and more thoughts kept playing in your head when you flinched hearing the sound of the doorbell ring. 

After having the cold dinner you sat in the hall waiting for Chuuya, waiting for the bell sound. The moment you heard it you dashed to the door “Chu!” you said. Not fully smiling but tired “Hey “ he said removing his shoes “I had dinner out and you can go sleep it would be better I have a little more work “ he said kissing your head while removing his hat and coat and hanging them in their respective hangers. 

Unable to keep your thoughts to yourself “Chu… please “ you said which almost came as a whisper holding his shirt end “Y/n?” he asked turning confused at your behaviour. But your face hung low looking at the floor tears at the cliff threatening to spill any second “You….you don't love me anymore ?” you asked collecting all the courage in your body.

But the moment the question left your lips you felt a numb body going loose, you left his shirt while the ginger head turned to you “ WHAT !” his voice was high panic and fear were felt in it. His hands grabbed yours and brought it near his face “Why.. Love why would get such a question “ he asked and when getting closer to you did he notice the tears running down your face? 

“Did someone tell her something ? “ he thought and hugged you pulling you to the couch he rubbed your back in soothing circles trying to calm you down “Talk to me please, why this sudden question? “ he asked. 

“You ..” you sobbed and spoke in broken terms and words “You…never see my face……sleep….no…avoid me…” you said and held his shirt in thigh fists. 

Hearing the reasons Chuuya could do nothing but feel guilty cause he did avoid you, he knew. He knew the moment he saw you in his office playing with the kid having your hair colour while the child called your mom and you answered it. All these should have been pure and lovely thoughts but this thought went straight to his cock.

Twitching he shifted in his pants, that night while making love to you all he could think about was how to remove the fucking condom and impregnate you. After that seeing you with a child or just seeing you got him thinking about a family but “Am I worth it ?” his thoughts haunted him. Blood, revenge, and violence were the world he lived in can he make sure you and the child were always safe? That the child will have a normal life what if he hurts the child, he still cannot control corruption without Dazai. 

Mind filled with all these thoughts he realised he had been avoiding you and making you anxious and now after explaining the reason he could not look at you straight in the eye as you stared at him without any expression. 

Cheeks flushing red, plagued with guilt and embarrassment he rubbed his head “ I am sorry I made you feel this way but I never meant to avoid you “ he said. 

After looking at him for one more second you started giggling for which he looked up at you confused and after seeing his expression you just burst out laughing more “So that's what it was “ you said wiping the tears from your face. 

Hugging him you sat on his lap, kissing his face, lips and neck you mumbled near his ear “Then fuck me till I am overflowing with your seed love “. Voice husky and low made him growl and shit while grabbing your hips firmly “Don't play love, you did not lis-” he could not finish his words as a moan left his lips with you sucking his neck “Forget everything, you need me and my pussy to make a baby “ your teeth on his chocker you pulled it and looked at him “ mark me as yours please “. 

Any thoughts of self-control left Chuuya’s body, guided by wild desire he lifted you as you wrapped your legs around his waist he walked you to your shared bedroom throwing you on the bed “Good thing I took the weekend off “ he said but the moment you heard this you stopped him “ what were you planning to do this weekend ?” you asked. 

He looked at you for a second, taking your hand and kissing the fingers “I wanted to take you out to make up for what I did but seems like I will be busy “ he said throwing his shirt to the side. 

It never seems to get old, his body is firm and looks like some chiselled sculpture “Chu..” you moaned as he wrapped his arms around your neck removing your shirt and night pants and throwing them to the side.

Kisses littering your lips, neck, and jaw, he sucked harshly at your collar bone and hearing you moan he felt satisfied “Open “ he said in a commanding tone making you nothing but wetter. 

, Lifting your legs and spreading them open you held it out for your lover as he sat back admiring it, tough thick fingers grazing your hole opening and clit “This is mine ?” he asked and when he did not get an answer a harsh slap landed on your cunt “ah !...chuu~” you moaned .

“Answer me love or else this hole get nothing, “ he said threatening now “Yes all yours …” you said flushing red with embarrassment “Good “ he rubbed circles on your sensitive bud and slowly inserted a finger as you clamped down hard on him “ relax, “ he said bending down to hold your head and kiss your head “ relax love “ this tone was much softer compared to previous slap and commands. 

After what seemed like a solid 2 hours but only 20 minutes had passed he had you flowing like a fountain “Please….” you said hands holding your legs trembling “Please fuck me …” you shouted as he pressed on your sweet spot again making your squirt on his hand. 

Shaking from the high you left your legs to fall, your hands could not keep it up “Hold on love, we are not done “ he said in a mocking tone seeing your dumb state “ have not even  fucked you with my cock, you cannot pass out on me “ he said subbing his dick on your bundle of nerves earning moans from you “ fuck me … please please” you were pleading. Ego, self-respect nothing mattered you wanted his cock and before you could talk again he slammed himself into yout gapping a wet hole in one thrust. 

Air out of your lungs eyes rolling back to your skull you arched your back and his hand holding your waist tightly which was sure to leave marks. His red strand of hair sticking to his forehead, hips ramming into your cunt at a harsh pace “Chuuya ~~ slow “ you mumbled but nothing seems to fall into his ears. 

Your raw hole, wet and tight had his mind going crazy “Make it white “ was all he could think of every time he saw your pink hole taking his dick in “Good girl keep it up “ he mumbled holding your head close still not slowing down or stopping. 

Cock twitched but your wet walls held him deliciously tight and he could never describe how good and heavenly it felt “Close love?” he asked panting like a dog. Trying to reach your inner place hitting your walls deeper and stronger with each thrust “it's good y/n …..feels good “ he mumbled 100% pussy drink now. 

You guys have never done it raw and he was sure to never do it with a condom again “Chuuya.. agh…close..” you whimpered. Pulling one of your hard nipples while his mouth latched on to the other “ cum on my cock love go on “ he said in such a sweet tone but it had a certain command to it for which your body reacted instantly creaming his cock.

Holding your breast he pulled himself up to look at you “These will produce milk for our child “ he said and pinched each bud making you moan trying to remove his hands. There were sore “Chu.. Enough, “ you said getting a slap on your thigh “I have not cum love, “ he said hands going down to your hard clit and rubbing it fast “No…nooo,” you said trying to pull his hand in vain. 

You could feel his cock twitching inside your wet walls but so was your stomach ready to release again “Chu…” you said holding his hand tightly as you came all over him again and he followed you pushing his dick deeper while cumming “intake all of me in “ he said making your jerk with surprise. 

Still cumming he kept thrusting “Goona keep this hole filled, “ he said holding both your hands and rutting again “Ahh! Enough please “ you cried but all fell on deaf ears and soon again he came and with one more harsh thrust he was sure to be touching your womb. 

Eyes wide tears spilling down your face, hands held captive your hole gapped collecting all his cum. 

His blue eyes did not leave the place where you both were connected he slowly pulled out, hot white cum spilling out a little as you lay twitching when he instantly shoved two fingers in “Not gonna let this go to waste “ he said while his other rubbed his hard on dick. 

Seeing him hard again instantly got you scared at this point “Chuuya  ..tired no more please “ you said pleading but all he did not smirk at your fucked out messed up state “Not if we are making a baby, we can take 2 mins to break to want water ?” he asked still pushing his cum inside your hole. 

Nodding you realised to never tempt Chuuuya with such things.

[pluckyredhead]

You've probably heard this all before but what draws you to jayroy? I love reading your fics and I reread them a lot but I was just curious about what made you like them, and what you want for them

Thank you so much!

To be honest, the thing that drew me to JayRoy as a ship was that I've loved Roy since I started reading comics 20 years ago but never had a ship for him that I liked, and then I saw him call Jason "Jaybird" and my brain melted out my ears.

But seriously, I just think they have such an interesting, intense dynamic that could so easily work perfectly or blow up disastrously. The cautionary tales of the superhero set. The recovering addict and the addict's son. The one who braces himself with the expectation that he will be left, and the one who clings ferociously to anything that is his because he has so little to call his own.

And somehow it works. They create this judgment-free space for each other that allows them both to heal. Jason loves with this fierce, greedy, all-consuming clinginess that would be way too much for some people but that is exactly how Roy has always longed to be loved (all the Arrow boys are helpless, impractical romantics at heart). Jason looks at Roy and sees a father who is there for his child (and would and did avenge her) and fights his way back to sobriety every time he falters, and those are the two most heroic things he can imagine. Roy looks at Jason and sees danger and conviction and he can't resist either.

I got a comment once on a fic that said something to the effect of "Roy gives Jason acceptance and Jason gives Roy caretaking and those are the things they weren't getting anywhere else" and I was like "...oh, that's what I've been trying to write with all of these thousands of words." So yeah. That.

[drearycrow]

You're not here

Chapter one: clingy little doll

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Notes: chapter one is finally out. I had to rewrite this a few times since I didn't like the way it was going. I have so much fun writing Mori. Elise is Mori's daughter in this fic

Warning: daddy issues, mentions of past abuse, Mori being a walking red flag, unconsenting touches, alcohol consumption. Let me know if I missed anything

I've been under the care of the man who I now know as Rintaro. He's a great doctor and caretaker. He always likes to make sure I'm doing ok and if I need anything. I guess that's the father in him. Likes to talk about his daughter a lot and hopes I can meet her one day. She's a young girl about 10 or 11 years old with blonde hair and blue eyes. She looks quite adorable and I can tell Rintaro cares about her deeply. Though, he never mentions the mother of his child. There could be a variety of reasons but I chose not to ask out of respect.

I've been getting questions from him about my personal life. I don't really like to talk about that. It reopens the wounds making it more difficult to heal. That knife that digs into my heart and twists it each time I think about it. It doesn't help that I'm alone often in the clinic. I think about everything that happened to me. The only time these thoughts go away is when Rintaro is around. His presence makes all my problems melt away into nothingness.

He fills that void I've been missing in my life. That missing piece to the puzzle. It makes me feel whole again. My train of thought gets interrupted when I feel a hand squeeze my shoulder gently. I look up to see Rintaro holding a clipboard. "What's on your mind sweetie?" He sits down on the chair beside me. "It's nothing. I was spaced out since there's nothing much to do here." I fiddle with my thumbs a bit to distract myself. He stops me from doing that by taking my hand. "Are lying to me?" He asks as he stares into my eyes. I quickly look away from his gaze and put my head down. "I was thinking about my childhood." I mutter out hoping he doesn't hear me. Unfortunately for me, he did hear what I said. "Oh? What about your childhood is making you be lost in your thoughts?" He looks concerned for my well-being. I feel his hand rub my back softly and I start to calm down. All the thoughts running through my head disappear into thin air.

I take a few deep breaths before I say anything. "It's about my father. He's currently in hiding from some loan sharks. He owes a large sum of money to them and mocked the leader to his face. After that, he threw me under the bus by abandoning me and deal with his mess." I sigh thinking this whole situation. "I get taken away as a hostage until my father pays up and now I'm here in this clinic all alone." I can feel my tears form in my eyes threatening to fall. "He's been doing this to me over and over again. He creates a mess and I have to clean it up for him." The tears fall down on the blanket. I couldn't hold back anymore. I sobbed uncontrollably letting my emotions out in the open.

I feel Rintaro's arms wrap around my waist and held me close. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I cried into his shoulder. He did the best he could to comfort me. We stayed like that for a while until I eventually calmed down. He wiped away any stray tears that fell and gave me a kiss on the forehead. There was a moment of silence until he spoke up. "I'm sorry that your father treated you like this. He is a horrible excuse of a father and has no right to treat you that way." He held me closer to his chest and I can hear his heart beat softly. It's oddly soothing. I don't want him to let go. I want to be in his arms forever.

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After recovering for a week, I was finally able to leave. The only problem is that I have nowhere to go. I don't have a job nor home. I got evicted after my father failed to pay the rent again. I scrounged up the money to pay off the rent but my father took the money for himself causing us to be evicted. I really don't know what to do. I sat outside a convenience store with a pastry in hand that I managed to get from stealing. I'm back to square one with no way of getting any sort of help. I notice an older man wearing all black with a red scarf walk by with two other people beside him. I didn't bother to look what they look like as I have better things to worry about. I throw away the wrapper once I was done eating and walk around the streets.

The sun is setting in the distance meanwhile I struggle to find any place to sleep for the night. I have no money whatsoever and I don't have a phone to call anyone. Not like anyone would answer. I walk into an alley to find a spot to sleep for the night. The alley looks somewhat clean compared to the other ones I came across. Fortunately or unfortunately for me, there's a dirty old mattress by the dumpster I can sleep on for the night. It's quite disgusting and it smells strange but it's being than sleep on the concrete ground and better than being in that damp, moldy basement I was held in for who knows how long. I lay down on the dirty mattress and force myself to sleep.

I wake up an hour or so later when I feel somebody poking me and the shrill voice of a little girl hovering above me. "Look at this gross lady sleeping on the floor. Ugh she stinks." I get mildly annoyed by this bratty child constantly poking me and being loud. I don't care about the comments she made about me too much but it does sting a little. The blonde haired girl takes a step back once she noticed I am awake. "Ah the gross homeless lady is awake. Dad can we leave now? I hate walking through this nasty alley with a ugly homeless lady staring at me!" I roll my eyes at her brattiness and wonder what kind of father let their daughter be this obnoxious.

I hear footsteps approaching both of us and I see Rintaro wearing a suit with a briefcase in hand. His eyes widen when he saw me. "My dear is that you? Why are you sleeping on a dirty old mattress in a dangerous area. There are dangerous Port Mafia members lurking around here. You're a young lady so who knows what they will do to you." I notice the daughter raise an eyebrow at his comment. "Do you know this homeless lady?" She asks as she looks at me strangely. Rintaro nods and gives his daughter a pat on the head. "I took care of her when she was ill. She's a super sweet lady and I think she would make a great mom to you Elise." Me and the daughter look at each other and look back at him with confusion. Rintaro let's out a chuckle at our reaction. "I was just joking ok. Unless neither of you object." The daughter gives him a glare and pouts. I stare at both of them not knowing what to say in response.

Rintaro shakes his head and motions for me to get up. I do what he says and I get up from the mattress. He places a hand on my lower back and starts to push me out of the alley. I get shoved into a black car and all three of us drive off. I have no idea where I'm going or why I was suddenly pushed into the car. The car ride was silent the entire time. The air was so tense to the point it was suffocating. After an hour and a half of driving, we arrived at a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. Its a lovely little cottage with a cute garden and it's surrounded by the forest. I step out of the car and stand outside of the door. Rintaro opens it and lets me and his daughter in.

I suddenly get dragged into the bathroom and I hear the bathroom lock click. At this point I'm shaking in fear not understanding what exactly is going on and why Rintaro is looking at me like that. He has a cold look on his violet eyes. "Strip." He simply says. I look at him confused by the sudden demand to strip naked in front of him. I shake my head no, not feeling comfortable enough to do so. "I SAID STRIP!" I jump slightly from his demand and I take off my clothes. I cover myself to the best of my ability "Good girl. Now take a shower to get rid of that filth from the alley. Here are some spare clothes for you and I want you to be at the dining room once you're done." He then opens the bathroom door and slams it closed.

I took a long warm shower to get rid of the filth off of me. I'm quite stunned by Rintaro's sudden change in behavior. He was never like that before when I was under his medical care. Maybe he had a bad day at work and is taking it out on me. Either way, it's not ok. I feel hurt by it leaving a sting in my heart.

I get out of the shower once I was done and put on the clothes that he provided me. It's a pink nightgown with white frills at the bottom. He also provided me with a clean pair of underwear. Its white with a little pink bow on it. The clothing look quite childish but at least it's clean. I step out of the bathroom and make my way to the dining room as requested by Rintaro. He's sitting at the end of the table with his shirt slightly unbuttoned on top and a glass of red wine in hand. He takes a sip of it before setting it down on the table once he noticed my presence. "You look so cute in that my dear! So cute and innocent. Please sit down right next to me. I won't bite I promise." I hesitantly sit down next to him. The sudden cheerfulness throws me off guard.

He picks up an empty wine glass and fills it with red wine. He hands it to me and I shake my head. "Oh no thank you but I appreciate the offer." He pats my bare thigh and puts the wine glass in front of me. "Nonsense my sweet, please take a little sip. For me please?" He gives my thigh a squeeze and I pick up the wine glass to take a sip.

My face scrunches up when that bitter taste hits me. I forcibly swallow it as to not come off as rude. Rintaro laughs at my reaction to tasting the wine. "Is this you're first time drinking wine?" I nod at his question. "This is actually my first time drinking alcohol in general. I thought wine would be a lot more sweeter. Especially the red wine." I force myself to take another sip of it and groan at the bitter taste. "There are sweeter wine out there but I much prefer red wine. You will eventually get used to the taste of it the more you drink it." He takes another sip of his wine and I do the same. It was bitter but not as much as before. We both sat at the dining table drinking wine and having a wonderful evening together.

I feel the world spinning around me once again. This time I'm under the influence of alcohol. I didn't expect the wine to be this strong unless I drank too much without my knowledge. I struggle to speak coherently without stuttering and slurring my words together. I get up from my seat only for me to nearly fall back down. My legs feel like pudding as I attempt to stand. Rintaro leads me to a bedroom where he lays me down on the soft mattress. He gets on top of me and I try to push him off but I miss. He pins my arms above me and gives me a kiss on the lips. He lets go of me and leaves the bedroom. I hear a soft click of the door getting locked but I'm too drunk to care. I feel my eyes weigh down and I close them. I see a faint silhouette of man staring back at me from the edge of the bed before everything went dark.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

What if Konig accidentally scared the reader?

Like they were having small disagreement when he raised his hand to touch his face - and the reader flinched at that?

I can imagine him getting flashbacks to his father and how he used to treat his mother. He would feel so bad :(. Like, 'Does she think I'll hurt her? Is she scared of me? What if I do end up like my father?' And have a mini breakdown.

But from the reader's POV, she wasn't really "scared" of him. She just saw movements from the corner of her eye, and her body reacted for her.

Sorry not sorry for the angst ‼️🥰

I’m going to answer these two together because they kind of interlap!

CW: sexism, toxic König, light angst, a dash of fluff

Ooh this kind of behavior would remind him of his mother and only amp up König’s protectiveness for sure! I can’t stress it enough that the more his woman needs him, the better König feels about himself. It’s his life’s purpose to take care of his companion (so much so that this caretaking gains manipulative, stalkish and possessive elements...)

Truth be told, he would view this kind of behavior as you being helpless. And helpless creatures draw him in. König very much has a thing for helpless women. Actually, he thinks it's only natural for a woman to behave like that! His motivation to shield, guard and protect is founded on the need to make himself feel strong and capable (or masculine, if you want to put it that way).

You're scared? He will protect and console you, whatever it is. The more jumpy you are, the more it fires up his protectiveness. This guy wants to be the hero who saves your day. He will do anything in his power to drive your fears away.

You're clingy? Boy, you just gave a starving dog a fat bone! The more clingy you are, the happier König is. (Then he can pretend it’s you who needs him and not the other way around.) It soothes him when you're needy and desperate for him and his company. He will always be there for you, don’t worry ❤️

You forget things and stuff? König will go and fetch that shirt you forgot, even if it's miles away. He will say you should go and rest for a while if you spilled some water on the counter. In fact, he orders you to go and sit down while he cleans it up. He doesn't normally do house chores and cleaning but hey – his woman has clearly just exerted herself so of course he'll help.

And about arguments: during an argument König would be quite calm, actually? He would rarely even raise his voice with you. He's simply that sure of himself and of knowing what's "best for you". You can have your little fits and he might entertain you by giving you what you want if it's something insignificant, but otherwise, he knows he will have the last say if you disagree on something major.

The only thing that would make König lose it with you is probably the cheating scenario discussed earlier... He would be so broken, it would fuck him up so completely that there would be no redemption for him anymore. His violence might bleed into this relationship and manifest as emotional abuse, perhaps verbal abuse, too. He would go outside occasionally to let out some steam (wreck something) but even then, he would not touch you in anger.

If you flinched as an involuntary reaction to his touch during whatever argument you were having... yes he would have a minor breakdown. Flashbacks to his abusive father: definitely. König would apologize if he has been too rough with you. He knows his size and that he’s violent as fuck.

He sometimes wants to squeeze you a little too hard, gives you bitemarks when you two are having sex, he wants to hear those helpless sounds you make when he’s inside you... He wants to own, no, possess you. But he doesn’t want to see you hurt or scared (well, that's what he tells himself, even if you might suffer from his controlling behavior). There's a tug of war inside him: between the need to protect those few he cares about and the need to just annihilate the whole world that has made him suffer.

The last thing König wants is to become a replica of his father. That’s why women get treated differently, like they’re delicate flowers (because König is in fact scared of himself and that he might hurt them), and that’s why his woman will be protected and sheltered and taken care of. At all costs. She will never suffer the same abuse his mother did.

(Yes, König will only, um. Abuse you differently? Aaargh!)

[yantalia545]

Can we get a part two for your motherly s/o? Except this time with the nations that have/had kid colonies. And the dynamic they have is a teamwork between a romantic yandere (Britain, France, Spain) and a platonic yandere(America, Canada, Romano).

They met when the chibi got lost and she helped them get back to their caretakers. But the chibi got attached to her so she decided to visit them when she has time. But as years go by both father and son are getting uncomfortably clingy towards her, her motherly nature filled in the absence left by the father and her concerned and nurturing nature for the adults made some days easier for them that they can't help but fall in love with her. It reached to the point where they really believed that she is their mother/wife and scared away anyone who dare tried to take her away from them. Even when the chibi grew up and is independent, he still supports his former caretaker.

"She's my/his wife, she just doesn't know it yet"

This one made my head spin @~@. So many ways to go about this.

May need to make a husband vs husband post after this. What do you guys think?

England:

England is a bit of a hardhead and a little hard to get along with at first, but he'll come along and appreciate your efforts eventually.

For a little while, when you first started coming around with America, he was a little jealous of you. England has never taken care of anyone before, but you seem to be able to do it with ease. He most likely will throw you out the first handful of times you come around just because he won't admit that he doesn't exactly know what he's doing and needs help. Only after America throws constant tantrums for you to come back will England finally put his ego to the side and call you back.

England is used to others being cocky and even very passive-aggressive around him, so when you first walked in the door and you gave him a long hug, he was very caught off guard. He even treated you horribly. Why are earth are you wing so kind to him?

America on the other hand, couldn’t have been happier to finally see you around again. He had someone else who would play with him. If you can keep up with him too, all the better.

Fairly quickly after that whole endeavor, America grew close to you. England was a very busy man and had lots of things that needed his constant attention. It was nice to have you around to fill in when England couldn’t be around. Not to mention, you were a little more easy-going than him too. America just felt more at ease when you were around. England wasn’t yelling at him as much. You made England softer and kinder towards him.

It was nice. To England, it was almost like you were married. Like a family. That world never failed to flutter England; family. You guys were a family. A real family. Finally, just like he’s always wanted. Unlike his nasty brothers that were always so rude to him. He had you; the glue to it all.

As America become older and started fights over independence, things began to grow tense. England was terrified of the feeling that his perfect family was beginning to fall apart. What was worse, you supported it. You tired to argue that America was grown now but England was too stubborn to let his family go.

England fought tooth and nail to preserver his family, but in the end, America still managed to get away from him and gain his freedom. That’s when things took a turn for the worse for you.

You betrayed him. You supported America leaving and because of your help, America managed to break away from him and gain his independence. You may be America’s mother, but you’re still his wife. You’re supposed to support him above all others.

You will be punished for this and England will be very snappy but also clingy to you for a while. Don’t hold it against him though, it was all your fault for breaking apart his family.

At one point, America will try to step in between the two of you out of concern. England has shown some dark sides of hisself thought out their time in war and was afraid for you safety. Knowing England for many years himself, America just knows that England is up to some terrible things when it involves you. Especially when he’s well aware of England’s affections for you.

The two will most likely fight often over you. Bickering in meetings especially.

“Why isn’t (y/n) allowed to come meetings anymore!?”

“Has anyone else been able to contact (y/n) yet?! Or is she just yours!”

These are all true, you haven’t been present in meetings in years and anytime someone tried to contact you, England will throw a fit and forbid you from responding to them. They’ll poison your mind and take you away from him. England’s already lost his brothers and son, he won’t lose his wife too.

The dynamic between these two is serious competition. Your son, America, will do anything he can to protect you while your husband, England, will do whatever it takes to keep what’s left of his family with him.

France:

France already had a good handle on being a good parent. Not to mention that Canada is a much easier child to handle than America is. However, France is still over the fence at the thought of you wanting to join his family.

With you around, his family is complete just like France has always wanted. Countries can produce children like regular humans can, so this was the best next thing. He, like England, has been dreaming for this moment. A family to call their own.

France will often brag about how wonderful his family is now that you're here. Especially to England just to rub in his face. France just couldn't be happier with you here. No one is going to take this euphoric feeling away from him.

You thought he was just being funny, but to France, he was serious. Ever since...you know who, he's dreamed of having a wife and a family to call his own, as I've mentioned before.

You'd go along with the joke, thinking that he was just being France. That was until France began to invest in your relationship.

It started off small and you ignored or played into them for Canada. Holding Canada's hand together, singing the little nation to sleep. Even cooking together was all things that you were doing for Canada's sake, not his. You didn't mind if they helped France out too . You wanted to lighten his burden as a caretaker. That was until things started to get a little too uncomfortable for you.

France had tried to kiss you on his way out the door. Luckily, he only managed to kiss your cheek when you turned away from him. You didn't wish to alarm Canada as you knew he was a nervous nelly, so you knew you'd have a discussion with France when Canada was asleep tonight.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. You should have just run. Called England up to watch Canada and ran that day, because when France came home that night, it would be already too late.

He was having a secret meeting with your bosses today. Well, it wasn't intended to be a dirty secret. It was meant to be a surpise. France had decided a long time ago that he was going to marry you. Today was the day he'd finally put it all into place.

With a smile on his face and the most beautiful ring he could find, France practically skipped home that day. Excited to ask you the big question. France was a little worried about you avoiding his kiss that morning, but he pushed it to the side as just morning brain. If just a kiss can get you so nervous just wait until he tells you the big news.

When you rejected his proposal, he was shocked. What do you mean you don't love him? Isn't that why you lived here? To join his family?

No. No. No. No. NO! He won't have it. You do love him! France knows you do. You're just nervous and confused but don't worry, France will be a good fiance and husband and take care of you every step of the way. It's not like you can really say no when your boss already signed the papers.

Canada will be confused as he suddenly sees you less and less. Where did you go? What does France mean by needing to "heal" you? Are you sick? While France has his hands full with conditioning you he won't have a lot of time to spend with Canada. Being that he doesn't receive attention from others, this will impact Canada greatly. He'll start to cling to you more when you are allowed out. Unknowingly pushing the idea that your defiance is only hurting the family.

Spain:

Little Romano is quite the handful, so when you came around to offer your help Spain was more than happy to accept. If only Romano would behave himself and not catcall you.

What is he to do about that boy. :')

To Spain's surprise, he does see Romano settling down at some point during your visit. Romano just can't act tough forever. Not when you're pampering him like no other. Spain almost couldn't believe it when he saw Romano curled up against your side while you slowly pat his head. Careful not to touch his precious curl. Your voice was so beautiful as you sang a soft tune from your homeland. Romano was blissfully listening with a soft smile; Nealy asleep.

That day, you looked so heavenly in Spain's eyes. Like a goddess who tamed a wild beast. He almost couldn't believe that this wouldn't last forever. You would have to go home eventually as you were only a visitor.

If only there was a way you three could stay like this forever.

After that, Spain made sure to invite you over all the time. With the help of a fussy Romano who just wouldn't calm down until he saw you again, you spend an enormous amount of time at Spain's house. Much to their delight.

Whenever you were around, Spain could delve into his fantasy about being a happy family and Romano could have something that his stupid younger brother can never take away from him.

Despite Romano's hard exterior, he really is just a scared little child who was hurt by the abandonment of Rome and the overshadowing of his preppier brother, Italy. All he ever wanted was to feel seen and wanted. You were perfect.

You never once compared him to Italy or picked on him. You were always so calm and gentle but knew just how to put him back in his place. (You are quite terrifying when tempered). For that, Romano holds a lot of respect for you that carries on into his adulthood. He most definitely sees you like a mom. His mom. Not his brothers; Just his.

Spain is more than happy to use Romano's perspective of you to his advantage. If Romano sees you as his mom, then that must mean that you're also his wife. The three of you are a little, happy family.

Being a loving country, it doesn't really take Spain too long to propose to you. He was just so certain that you were dying to say yes. When you mention that you only see Spain as a friend and that you were only looking to help with Romano it shatters him. What do you mean you don't love him? Isn't that why you come around so often?

Spain takes your rejection very harshly. His mind just won't stop spinning with all these nagging questions and insecurities. Could you be seeing someone else? Taking care of another person's child?

This won't hold well for you. Spain most likely will be taken over by his rolling thoughts and lock you in his basement until you reconsider. He doesn't want to scare Romano, so he'll tell him lies about you and that this is all normal between couples. Romano will be too young to understand that what Spain is doing is really wrong. Besides, he does want you you stay with him too. Romano can't risk losing his mom.

[clovermarigold]

Smoke & Ice Head cannons and facts

Small facts and characteristics that are cannon to my fic, Smoke & Ice. Please note I do not claim any of these to be cannon to the MK franchise!

Don't worry I won't do any woobifying.

Also note after finishing this, I should have named this Angst angst and more angst

pt.2 pt.3

Calla has actually never been in a relationship because she always felt responsible for the Mangrove and like their parents/caretaker/sibling, even when they were around her age. (#oldest daughter vibes)

Bi han grew up with a different side of his father compared to his siblings. I head cannon that he probably learned his assholery from his father when he was younger. But he grew as a person as he had more kids.

Thats also why I think Bi han has both his evident hate and some internalized hate for Smoke. Because he's jealous of how soft and easy he went on him. (#oldest son vibes). This coldness and quiet resentment are also why he is TERRIBLE with children. He will seriously treat them like whole ass adults.

Calla: Go on. Talk to him

Bi han: ...Wanna beer?

Calla: NO!

Smoke on the other hand, is amazing with children. He didn't have a lot of interactions or experience with children, but that didn't stop him from being really good at it. Kids are really good at vibe checks, they can tell.

Smoke tends to hyper analyze and feel guilty after being around the children however, because he feels like he's projecting his memories of his sister onto them.

Smoke despite having MAJOR trauma has a habit of minimalizing it and brushing it off. Which infuriates Kuai Liang to no end.

Kuai Liang is the middle child that acts like the eldest. He got a glimpse to the kind of man their father was, since he's not that much younger than Bi han. But he was one of the first things to inspire their father to grow as a person.

Despite being the middle child, and the brother Bi han hates the least. It's usually Smoke who is the mediator between the two brothers.

The three brothers have vastly different relationships with their parents.

Bi han was an absolute mama's boy. He was always closer to his mom since she was the only person he would accept kindness, love, and even pity from. The day she died was when he truly became the Bi han we all know today. He had a terrible relationship with his father. Due to being put through grueling training when he was younger, as well and having the Lin Kuei's greatness instilled in his mind. Only to watch his father change and abandon this ideology as he aged. To him, any attack to his values is an attack on him.

Kuai Liang on the other hand unfortunately suffered from middle child syndrome. Often not being prioritized due to his mother's focus on Bi han, as well as his father's priority on training Bi han to lead, and later favoritism of Tomas. This neglect is what made him easily the most independent of bunch in their youth. Though this did change after the loss of their mother, which left Bi han to be the most independent and cold.

Smoke, however, is a more complicated matter. While he is undoubtably a daddy's boy. Due to his lack of a present birth father growing up and being taken in by him. His relationship with their mother is difficult. In no way does he dislike or have any problems with her. He just can't bring himself to truly see her as his mom. After watching the death of his true mother and sister, Tomas inherited a number of mental issues that the Lin Kuei never truly bothered to address. The loss of his twin sister made him incredibly clingy and reliant on his brothers, but the loss of his mother left him feeling guilty any time he tried to bond with his adoptive one.

Johhny cage has MAJOR daddy issues and minor mommy issues. Based on character interactions from both MK11 & MK1, we can deduce that he was an asshole. His dad switched between emotionally abusive and absent all together.

While he absolutely adores and loves his mom for being the parent who stayed and raised him, it didn't change the fact that she gave mostly tough love, being a cop and a single mother of two. (His brother who is said to be an asshole though we don't know the extent)

Movies were his main escape from his shitty home life and social life. I decided to keep his characteristics from Mortal Kombat Cage Match, being that he was bullied as a kid. Both by classmates and his brother. As a result, he absolutely loathes bullies, and is fully down to beat the shit out of any adult or minor that bullies any future kids of his, nephews, nieces, or just friend's.

When recreating the timeline, Liu Kang had to decide what to do with the children of Kronica and whether or not to include them in it.

I don't have a canon decision of Shinnok, since we won't be focusing on that in the story, and it'll probably be explained in future games. But Cetrion is a different story.

Cetrion was made to be a caretaker of the earth realm and its life. However, after falling in love with a mortal, was granted permission by Liu Kang to live among them as a mortal.

Their children would eventually become the dryad and subsequentially the Hamadryad, which is why they do not exist in any other previous timelines. It is also why Cetrion was able to become mortal without abandoning her duties. By creating a clan tasked with her previous role.

Anyways! Hope you enjoyed my "Head cannons". Have some tissues on your way out, I know I needed them.

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@cherryblossomly

[baby--b4t]

hey man it’s fishies again !! been having a hard time feeling small recently so i’ve been thinking about this little scenario for comfort :3

despite being a caretaker for many children, it’s been a WHILEEE since she had to take care of someone younger than the age of five. so she’s a little clueless(idk if that’s the right word) when it comes to taking care of her regressor who’s usually around 0-2 when they’re small :)

-🐠

theres no specified character so im assuming youre talking about arlecchino? im not all caught up with genshin stuff but ill try my best >:D she would seem so lost at first and just pat them on the head

“just uhh�� do whatever babies do, i guess?”

(fic under cut <3)

Arlecchino was a force not to be messed with. It made sense who so many would fear her very presence. She was a Fatui Harbinger, for gods sake. Who wasnt scared of the person so many children called ‘Father’?

Somehow, Arlecchino was faced with a regressor that regressed past her usually seen age range. She was no stranger to age regression, finding it a nice way for the orphans to let go of their inner child, but she wasnt very used to specifically babyspace.

“Hello, little one.” Arlecchino crouched down in front of where you sat. You had been sitting in the corner for the past half hour, crying and pushing away most who approached you. She gently reached out and used her thumb to delicately wipe away some tears. “You seem quite small, no? Hm.. Lets get away from this noisy environment.”

With that, Arlecchino hoisted you into her arms. It was no surprise that someone like her could carry you so effortlessly. She glared at those who dared to judge you as she brought you towards a small room she made into a quiet room. Since she knew others regressed as well, the ‘Quiet Room’ was for littles and those who were overwhelmed. It was a place to calm down and feel safe.

“Here we are.” Arlecchino said softly, setting you down on a nearby play-mat. She studied you for a moment before crouching down in front of you again. “Can you… Speak?” She asked. Her tone wasnt judging or harsh, but rather soft and curious. She was met with some whining from you as you had tried to cling onto her again. “Ah, youre the clingy type, I see.” She chuckled, sitting down and shifting you onto her lap. Her hand idly brushed through your hair.

“Hm.. What do little ones like you need? Its not like you come with instructions.” Arlecchino thought aloud. She looked around the quiet room for something that may help with your upset mood. A green pacifier caught her attention. She knew all of their pacifiers and teethers were cleaned regularly, so nobody would spread germs. She picked it up and held it towards you, trying to catch your attention.

“How about this? The other little ones seem to like chewing on everything, even each other.” Arlecchino chuckled slightly. She watched as you moved to take the pacifier into your mouth, adjusting to it before squeaking excitedly. The excitement in your body language told Arlecchino all she needed to know. She gently brought a sea themed blanket close to you, wrapping it around your shoulders.

“That little pacifier can be yours for the day. Maybe you would like to take a nap with it. How does that sound?” Arlecchino knew from past experiences that meltdowns and tantrums often took a lot of energy out of her littles. Almost all of them needed a nap after one or at least some time to lay down and regain their energy. There was a small protest, but the swaying motion she started with you started to convince your brain otherwise.

A small yawn escaped you, nearly making you drop the pacifier from your mouth. Arlecchino laughed softly as she saw the momentary panic on your face as you thought you were going to drop it. She stood up carefully, keeping you firmly in her arms.

“Why dont we just lay down then, hm? Just to relax for a while.” Arlecchino walked to a rocking chair over in the corner. She was sued to the routine of rocking one of the younger littles in her lap after a tantrum or meltdown, so it was no surprise how easy it was for her to sit with you in her arms in the chair. The gentle rocking motion, her hand rubbing circles into your back, and the soft rumble of her chest when she spoke were all aiding the weights pulling on your eyelids. They felt so heavy and droopy, causing you to rub them a bit.

Arlecchino felt as your little face nuzzled into her shoulder. She let you get as comfortable as you needed, not interrupting your movements. It only took minutes for her to feel your breathing soften and your body relax. You were fast asleep, taking a nap your body and mind desperately needed. She let out a breath she didnt know she was holding, letting her own body relax a little bit. She knew she would be here for a while but that didnt matter. What mattered was that one of her youngest littles was feeling better than they did before she found them.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Can i request a yandere!trish with a fem!reader? I don't see very much of it and it makes me sad because trish is waifu ;w;

Yandere! Trish Una x Fem! Reader

Gotta give some female characters attention too, I try my best to be equal opportunity with both male and female characters.

this may or may not be a two parter, It’s been a while since I’ve written out something and I don’t want to feel like I’m rushing something and make it uninteresting because I put it all out at once.

You saw yourself as a guardian for Trish Una ever since the mission of guarding her the first time. Of course her father planning to murder her, only strengthened your resolve to protect her. Betrayal by a horrible person who you’d hardly qualify as a father, you helped her process and talk everything out while the others were busy. She seemed to have some attachment to Bucciarati as well, but steadily you noticed her instinctively hover around you.

At that time you did all in your power to keep her safe after betraying the former leader of Passione. All while allowing to adjust to her newly gained stand. Multiple times she’d grip your arms or lace her fingers into your hand. The tiniest bit of downtime during that week you’d let her do as she pleased with your hair. Sometimes she’d compliment your eye colors, stare at you a little bit. Then proceed to talk about missing doing something casual with all this hiding. She even told you one night you made things feel like normal.

Every little thing you indulged in that week you felt was good for her. No one deserved to have all that weight of a traumatic experience put on them. Even after everything finally ended with Giorno defeating Diavolo and taking his place as the Don of Passione. You two were not separated, Trish piped up she needed you to feel safe and she couldn’t live alone.

Giorno asked you directly if you wanted to do so, taking in consideration how exhaustedly you took extra care of her. That he could find a female caretaker/guard to help Trish if you weren’t up to it. Instinctively, you knew Trish wouldn’t care for that. She seemed a bit huffy occasionally when you weren’t around. Deciding to not leave a headache to another associate you volunteered to live with Trish yourself.

His eyes furrowed for a moment but the confidence in your answer lead him requesting the place Bucciarati had mentioned he’d let Trish live in. He knew you both were close but there was something he couldn’t quite shake with Trish. Perhaps her behavior leaning towards being clingy, there was being close and then there was being a little too close.

“Just remember if you need a break/time for yourself you know where to find me” Giorno told you gently. It was the best statement he could give for now, his suspicions merely cautious for your safety.

“Thank You Giorno” You bowed your head

Shortly after this discussion, a car was brought up to the front of the building. Keys to the villa and the car itself were exchanged promptly. Trish’s belongings left behind in a previous place before going under protection were already in the trunk. Ready to be unpacked upon being taken inside. Upon arriving you immediately gesture Trish inside, but she decides to help you bring her belongings in instead.

“Are you sure? It’s rather late and you usually try to get in bed by this time don’t you?” You asked

Her eyes seem to pierce yours, “I can help” she seemed to insist. “I know you volunteered for looking out for me, there’s no need to overwork yourself” Her heels click on the ground as she goes to the now opened trunk and grabs out a few of her things. You follow her and proceed to grab what you can before heading to the door yourself. Sometimes it slipped your mind how determined she could be on insisting to do something. She was not helpless and could hold her own in decisions. Sighing to yourself you make sure the vehicle is locked and nothing was visible in any of the seats before heading in.

Eventually you get your own belongings inside this villa, Trish herself suggested so. All of your day practically revolved around her, but not once did you seemed to be fatigued. This went on for a few months with little trouble. Giorno did check up on you every once in a while even with his busy schedule. You could tell he was a little concerned, not that you minded of course. It was technically an assignment.

“She insists doing many things with me, her favorite thing is mostly picking cute clothes out” You told him promptly. Proceeding to go into details about brands she liked or the more expensive less “showy” things she could recognize.

“Do you know if she’s made any friends? Not that I entirely mind her being around you but she should be with others as well” He asks

“I believe I’ve seen her talk to a few people that weren’t sales associates, She doesn’t always tell me about things like that however” You responded. “I do have a gnawing feeling she really enjoys my company, perhaps a bit too much”

The blonde nodded in response “I thought as much, does that concern you?”

Your e/c eyes stare down at the floor, a brief pause in your breathing before you respond. “Somewhat yes, it’s been a couple months”

“I hope she can spread her wings and enjoy life on her own” You added on. “I do care for her Giorno, and I’ll look after her as long as she needs, though the thought does slip if that’s too much for her to properly adjust”

He nods along agreeing entirely, a bit stumped at the moment at this complex situation. You’re not really freaking out but there’s uncertainty in your eyes. Worrying if you’re subduing Trish, but as he sees it in his view, it’s the entire opposite. The dynamic is akin to an invasive plant, thriving with little impediment to its growth. Something that has to be taken care at the source before it swallows everything.

“I think I can keep this under control, I don’t need anyone else getting hurt” You stated out of nowhere.

“We have to be careful about this, Trish isn’t very fond of being looked over constantly by you Giorno”

His greenish eyes narrow “Of course, but I can’t have you facing this alone”

“I’m certain she’ll ask of this conversation when I pick her up from her visit to a store she’s been wanting to go to, She seems rather suspicious of you Giorno”

He looks at you, considering his options and what you’ll likely tell him based on your judgement of Trish. He trusts you just as he does Mista and dismisses you, and asks for an update in a couple of more months. For now he decides to lay out some options just on the off chance something goes too far. However this wasn’t your typical stand user battle, it was more of an emotional puzzle.

Later that evening you stop to pick up Trish right on the dot. She slid into the passenger seat quickly shut the door. Her eyes immediately dart to yours. “Do you mind if we get something to eat? I’m craving something from a restaurant I used to go to all the time”

“Sure we can do that” you tell her, before eventually driving off.

“So…how was that meeting?” She asks not even a few seconds after

“It was good” you tell her “I simply answered what Giorno was asking”

Her eyebrows furrowed “I know you need to update him, but I don’t think he should be prodding into everything we do together”

“He just wants to see how you’re holding up Trish, the things you went through aren’t exactly something an everyday person goes through” You try to pacify her

She shook her head adamantly, while crossing her arms “I doubt it, I think he’s concerned about you because he thinks I’m acting strange”

She wasn’t wrong and you weren’t going to foolishly deny that right in front of her. You reassured you didn’t inform of everything you both did together. Your “alone” time was still safe, but you could still see her lips pursed into a frown.

“I don’t think he should nose around at all if I’m being honest” She answered defensively but her demeanor of discontent wasn’t aimed at you. No, it seemed to be targeted towards Giorno. A twinge of jealousy perhaps? An odd thing for you to consider normally, but the way she was acting didn’t rule that out.

“I hope he knows I do talk to people other than you, but I don’t talk to them like I talk to you y/n” She sighs

There was an unsettling tone when she said that, she was stressing the meaning further than decent friends. You kept focus one the road, not really responding to keep your mind off that statement. False hope that you maybe misheard her somehow…

[lets-try-some-writing]

Rlly need some feral Bumblebee

So do I anon, so do I.

Stress Induced Regression

All sparklings emerge from the well practically feral, its a defense mechanism that keeps them safe from predators for the first few months, if not years, of their lives. But this fades with time as they bond to a Caretaker and grow in body, mind, and spark. The coding remains dormant within a bot, only ever meant to activate in times or extreme stress or hunger if it reactivates at all. Bumblebee was no exception to this.

He was picked up by Optimus when he was only a few weeks old and was an absolute menace until he grew. But with time his coding went dormant as it does with all sparklings and he went on living. However what he did not know what that his bond to Optimus made his dormant sparkling survival coding a bit... off. Normally sparkling coding simply makes a bot more cautious and highly irritable when active in an adult. At worst it will leave the bot in question disoriented, possibly unable to tell friend apart from foe and extra clingy with their relatives. But Optimus lived and breathed the wilds for a good chunk of his functioning, it changed his code fundamentally, and part of that passed onto Bumblebee through their bond. It was nothing too big, not at all like the practically unrecognizable coding that made up Optimus's survival instincts. But some small things were changed and minor physical features shifted to accommodate.

Bumblebee, much like his Sire, had sharper denta than others and digits that were just a little too long and a little too pointed. His limbs were a little too gangly and his optics a little too predatory, but this all flew under the radar when his bulky armor and cheerful personality came into play. He looked and acted like a completely normal bot, going into all sorts of life threatening situations without even a hint of survival/sparkling code activation.... that is until the destruction of the base and Optimus's subsequent brush with death.

Without his Sire's all encompassing presence and the calm that the Matrix naturally exuded, Bumblebee's long dormant codes began to activate. He had never needed them before because Optimus was always there, always protecting him if not physically, then mentally. Anywhere could be home if he had his Sire, any situation could be survivable with his Sire, and every pain could be soothed just so long as Bumblebee knew that Optimus was there for him. But without his father near and his bond to him fading rapidly, nothing could stop Bumblebee's codes from activating in an attempt to save his life in response to the sudden stress.

His spark cried out with a desire for vengeance, temporarily overriding Bumblebee's survival coding as he and the remnants of the team attacked Darkmount. His rage overcame his instinctual desire to live and he fought like an animal, blasters blazing with wild abandon and blades cutting through enemies with a viciousness never before seen in the scout. If he still had his voice he would have been roaring as he tore through Vehicon after Vehicon, their energon bathing him in a terrifying blue hue. Arcee had to physically drag him to the ground to stop the Vehicons from killing him when they were forced to surrender.

But when his bond to Optimus snapped temporarily as the Prime's spark faded from his frame, he went berserk. Not even Arcee could stop him as he flew into a rage, tearing apart his foes with his dull claws and his sharpened denta once his battlemask was retracted. He was too quick for Shockwave to target as he savagely shredded his enemies, no longer able to tell friend from foe as his coding overwhelmed his logical processing functions. He was so far lost in his maddened rage that he did not notice when Optimus came and destroyed Darkmount in his new frame. All he cared about was getting rid of the threats and retreating to somewhere safe. When Arcee tried to calm him he very nearly turned on her as well, only refusing to attack her due to the explosion that came from Darkmount's destruction.

And as Darkmount burned and the battle between Optimus and Megatron raged, Bumblebee fled. His plating shifted slightly to grant him the stride that he had previously been denied due to his armor structure. Small and normally hidden finals emerged from beneath his helm plating, allowing him to sense things around him more clearly. And his optics cycled terrifyingly small as he focused himself on his one and only goal, find safety. It did not even occur to him to transform, and having not had the sparklinghood Optimus did in the wilds, he was easy to track. It did not take long for the team to pick up on his trail and begin tailing him.

When they found him he was huddled up in a small cave, far too small for anyone but Arcee to get into. It was a wonder Bumblebee managed to cram himself in, but considering the paint transfers all over the rock surrounding the entrance, he did not get in without difficultly. As small whimpers and growls echoed from within the cave, Optimus in spite of his new height, knelt down and slowly began to coax Bumblebee out. He softly hummed just loud enough for Bumblebee to hear, gently letting the scout know that he meant no harm. He continued doing this, slowly edging closer to the cave entrance every few minutes for over an hour. Eventually he sent the team away, ordering them to begin dealing with the fallout while he worked with his son.

They complied, leaving Optimus to slowly continue his delicate work. Once close enough the Prime began to sing softly, not too loud or too slow, carefully uttering each lyric of the lullaby he sang to Bumblebee when he was small. And slowly but surely, the growls ceased and the flicker of blue optics came into view before disappearing again. Hours passed, but Optimus was patient, never ceasing his song and never so much as daring to twitch without warning. And finally, long into the night, Bumblebee fearfully began to crawl out of his hiding space, his injuries gained during his desperate fight for survival coming into view as he did so. And while the sight of his many injuries was concerning, Optimus did not let it show, keeping up his strong persona to give his frightened sparkling peace of mind.

As the sun began to rise, Bumblebee finally felt comfortable enough to limp his way toward Optimus, nervously examining him and calling out weakly with his damaged voice. Optimus responded softly over and over again, reassuring his sparkling that he lived, that he was there to protect him. It did not take long afterward for Bumblebee to collapse against him, his frame rumbling happily as he hung on for dear life, safe in the arms of his Sire.

Even after the initial mania wore off around a day later, Bumblebee was still incredibly clingy, not wanting to let Optimus out of his site for even a moment in fear that he might leave. No matter how much the team (especially Ratchet) wanted to have their chance to bond with Optimus again, reaffirming to themselves that he lived, none would dare tear his sparkling away from him. They waited and watched in mixed joy and sorrow as Bumblebee held onto Optimus wherever he went for nearly a week, communicating entirely through body language and EM fields the whole time. And even once things settled and all became calm again, Bumblebee still checked in with Optimus frequently, just to remind himself that he was still there.

[gizkasparadise]

What is the worst, most technically inept drama that you secretly love? Tell us of the best badgood drama, the clunkiest dialogue, the most inexplicable casting, the hideously costumed yet most fun dramas, please.

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dear complete stranger (<3),

man i love badgood dramas so much!!! i chose ones that are flatout objectively not good, but i was glued for them all. here's a few that are jumping out

triad princess (taiwan). it ends on a cliffhanger that will never be continued, the relationship building is non-existent, jasper liu basically plays himself yet still acts like he's doing a community service project, but omg it's cute and hit all the right notes for me. fave bonus is that one of the gangster henchmen falls in love with the FL's best friend, a shy boy who works at a mart and makes youtube covers

hold on, my lady (chinese). a bandit is offered a choice when she's caught during a heist: be executed or marry this aloof but beautiful but delicate son of the general. she chooses the latter, and hijinks ensue. made on a budget of pocket lint and just wacky, im going to rewatch this today, actually. fave bonus moment: the FL falls dramatically down and the ML breaks both his arms instantly when he tries to catch her

thumping spike & thumping spike 2 (korean). the two are barely related, but both deal with a competitive men's volleyball team! thumping spike 1 is about a washed up competitive female player going to coach a high school team to glory (just dont...think too critically about the age difference, there) and the second is COLLEGE EDITION with a love quadrangle between two identical twins, one of whom is a cheerleader for the team, the ace volleyball player who's too cool for school, and the WILDCARD volleyball player who gets mad when people call him gorilla. the second one is definitely worse than the first one, but neither are bringing home awards. i still watched them both in one sitting.

my heart twinkle twinkle (korean). this show is actually insane and a parade of toxic that i can never, in good conscience, ever rec to anyone. but gd did i watch the whole fucking thing. look at this fucking poster. this fucking poster looks like it was doused by a fake snow machine.

premise: Noble But Poor family has 3 daughters: the eldest, who is the caretaker; the middle who is Aloof and Ambitious; and the youngest who is A Fucking Menace. they are lead by their single father, who owns a fried chicken store

Rich but Dysfunctional family also has 3 children: the eldest, who is the only son and a fucking piece of work, the middle who is school colleagues with the other family's middle daughter and a hot mess who loves Da Club, and the youngest, who is clingy and gets into a ton of fights with the other family's youngest but is otherwise ok. they run AN EVIL FRIED CHICKEN FRANCHISE that is poisoning people through subpar ingredients!!

there's so much that's so wrong with this, im going to bullet point it from another post i made:

the entire premise is that there’s a fried chicken restaurant rivalry between two families but somehow there’s murder and slush funds and this guy who owns a string of fried chicken franchises named after himself (yeah) has direct access to seoul’s police commissioner at any given moment

one of the main actresses was involved in a scandal a little over halfway through production so they just….vanish her character/entire plotline like it never happened

the main male lead is toxic personified. him and li chengyin from goodbye my princess could co-author a dating strategy/forced-marriage-after-you-kill-your-girlfriend’s-head-of-household book because jesus christ. he literally screams that he hates women and he ends the drama (rightfully!!) in fucking prison

the second female lead disappears/creates a new identity and becomes a chicken chef student of the world. shes later in a love triangle between a single dad chicken shop interior designer and another vanilla guy

that's right, one guy’s job is he’s an architect for chicken restaurant interiors i cant

the main male lead leaves the main female lead’s father to die in a chicken-coop-themed arsony and then cha-cha slides into the son-in-law’s role during the father’s funeral and later MARRIES the female lead

the main male lead tells the female lead’s father’s grave that HE WON AND DAD LOST because the male lead is standing and the father’s in the dirt?!

a friend/almost!love interest of the second female lead dies tragically in a chicken delivery motorcycle chase????

it's the worst drama i've ever seen. i watched all of it.

kakafukaka (japanese)

this one is so gd weird and unappealing it somehow circled back around and became off-puttingly charming to me? so the premise is that there's a 20something year old woman whose life has gone to shit and she ends up in a sharehome with the most sexually dysfunctional bunch of people in the world. one of these is her ex, who tells her that she's the only one he can get a boner with (yeah) and asks her to help him get over his impotence in order to write his novel (yeah). if you read the whole show as kind of an exploration into sex without romance/love, it's as not bad, and there's something weirdly endearing about everyone--i really love the second female lead akari in particular. but it's not a good show, not by a long shot (MDL rating? 6.6), and the ship is dysfunctional at the very best. the ost somehow is great though?

speaking of trash dramas with great OSTs, love in sadness has some of my favorite songs:

okay that's enough for now!!!!

[marukrawler]

One thing I wish happened with the spectra redemption, was for the rest of the brawlers to at least react accordingly. Like, I'm even willing to look past Spectra's completely illogical, shallow and out of character decision to switch sides cuz that only fucks his character over - whereas them all being buddy-buddy with one another fucks ALL of their characters over and throws any agency and personality they have, out if the window. Like, I'd maaaaaybe understand if it was another Vexos joining them, for example if Lync got redemption after spending time with Alice, but fucking Spectra?? He was easily the worst of the worst, how are they just....accepting him?? Like bro was downright sociopathic in some instances, but their reaction to him was as if he hadn't done anything morally wrong and was simply having a disagreement with Dan and the others, rather than him actively victimizing Dan & the others & the bakugan for the sake of his own selfish agenda and goals. Don't get me wrong, I love him as a character and this is why I wish that more effort was put into his redemption. Make him work for it! Make the others distrust him at best and hold outright disdain for him at worst! Also the fact that Mira was so easy to forgive him after he literally abandoned her, which is even more personal. It would have been way more impactful if she was one of the characters least willing to give him a second chance. Like, I wish he outright rejected him and he was hit with the realization that perhaps he has lost his sister for good. I get that the overall writing of Bakugan is not the best but I'm a sucker for well done redemption arcs so I'm very.opinionated.

rather than giving this man a redemption arc, it'd be so much easier to just let him remain a villain lmao. or even a reformed antagonist. still driven by self-interest to some extent but he realizes that he'll never achieve ultimate power, plus the others still don't like him. the best of both worlds!

if spectra is getting a redemption arc, he should absolutely work for it. his motivations for wanting power need to be explored, too. why is he so obsessed? what makes him see the error of his ways? redemption arcs can be so good when they're written well (ren) but they also need to make sense. and does it make sense for spectra's character to feel remorse for what he's done? i personally think it doesn't and that he'd be better suited to remain a villain but if he was going to be redeemed properly, his character would need a serious overhaul.

i view mira's clinginess to spectra as being the result of growing up with him as her only caretaker. in all her flashbacks, she only has happy memories with keith, not clay. that's also why i think it was easy for her to leave home and why she never bothered to try to talk some sense into clay the way she constantly does with spectra. although, as soon as spectra turns good, she starts clinging to her dad, too, but i like to ignore that. in my ideal world, mira gives up on spectra at a certain point and cuts all ties with him (and her father.) i just think it makes more sense for her to choose to be with her found family (the resistance) instead of trying to sweep the crimes of her actual family members under the rug, especially when those crimes include live experimentation, enslavement, and attempted genocide.

[xxxcryptidxxx]

hii ! could you do regressor alhaitham headcanons if possible ? thank you !

I won't lie, this took way longer to write than I wanted it to. I had half a mind to make this a Palestinian awareness post since I headcanon Alhaitham as at least partially Palestinian, but I don't want to scare or upset any kiddos, so that can be a post for a later date. Anyways, thank you for the request!

Alhaitham AgeRe Headcanons

Alhaitham is a flip!

—Alhaitham is a flip with no lean!

—Alhaitham's regression age is 0-4, toddler kiddo!

—Alhaitham's primary caregiver(s) are Kaveh, Tighnari, and on occasions, Cyno!

—Alhaitham is completely nonverbal when in Littlespace, only "speaking" in babbles or coos, which can make him frustrated when he's trying to say what he needs.

—Alhaitham cries a surprising amount, especially when his caregiver is away for too long. He has separation anxiety.

—Alhaitham's favorite toy is a little bangle cat plushie Kaveh got him, Alhaitham named her Bima (Bee-ma) and he's very particular about how people say her name.

—Alhaitham is the type to try and suppress his regression, claiming his either too busy or that he doesn't "need" to regress. This often backfires horribly and then one of Alhaitham's caregivers—most often times Kaveh—now has a fussy, clingy, overwhelmed toddler to care for.

—Alhaitham has a sage green pacifier with gold detailing, he picked it so it'd be easier to hide in the folds of his clothes.

—As stated earlier, Alhaitham cries a surprising amount, it's most likely because he doesn't let himself cry or really feel any emotions while big, so little Alhaitham feels everything. It often tires the poor thing out and he winds up taking an impromptu nap.

—Due to Alhaitham's nonverbal nature, Alhaitham uses sign language when in older headspaces, when super little he'll point at who or what he wants and babble softly, as if asking as politely as he can in his current headspace.

—Alhaitham's primary littles are Kaveh, Tighnari, and Cyno! Alhaitham babysat Wanderer once or twice as well at Nahida's request.

—Alhaitham will never admit it aloud, but he absolutely loves when his littles ask for uppies, he wastes no time in scooping up his kiddo and bouncing them slightly, Alhaitham isn't good with words, so knowing he's soothing his littles makes him happy.

—Alhaitham is a shameless caretaker, if one of his littles slip in public Alhaitham can and will drop everything to keep his babies okay, even if that inadvertently draws attention to him.

—one of the only times Alhaitham will share his noise canceling headphones. Especially Tighnari due to his hypersensitive ears. Alhaitham hates loud noises, but he hates when his littles are scared more.

—Alhaitham gives me girl dad vibes, I know all of his littles are male but just...that's a girl dad I just know it.

—Alhaitham tries to scold bad behavior, but the second his littles cry Alhaitham feels like the worst father and wants to backpedal even though he knows that won't teach his kiddos anything.

—Alhaitham doesn't really care what his kiddos call him. He's a big brother today? Great. He's dad now? Perfect. Alhaitham doesn't really care, as long as his kiddos are happy.

—Alhaitham will let his littles sleep in his bed if anyone has a nightmare, Alhaitham is surprisingly very soothing even when half asleep, his littles are his top priority.

—Alhaitham always has spare everything on hand, diapers, pacifiers, toys, a thermometer, he's got everything. The best Dada when it comes to scrapped knees or bruises, he doesn't get over the top with concern, but he doesn't just completely blow off any concern. Alhaitham will clean and bandage the injury, kiss his littles head, and tell them they're okay now. Simple without freaking out over a paper cut.

[pixiebyygadoptioncenter]

Psycho Father

{@jayedshifter}

AU: Swapfell

Type: Asgore Dreemurr

Age: Adult

Race: Boss Monster

Size: 12 inches to 1ft 3inches

Diet: Same as a human

Personality: Fatherly / Clingy / Overprotective / Obsessive / Possessive / Hostile / Paranoid

Likes: Taking care of others / Others to take care of

Dislikes: Threats to his charges / Not having dear ones to take care of / Being separated from their dear one/s

Compatibility: Psycho Fathers do best with adopters and other bittys, especially youngs bittys, that are okay with or fully embrace without a care their suffocating, obsessive paternal affections and equally as obsessive, clingy behaviors that needs to be constantly on someone/thing to be 'drained'.

Features: Silver or dull grey fur, jagged short horns, and black head hair with a matching beard. Their eye color ranges in pink, red, baby blue or orange.

Difficulty: Intermediate

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Psycho Fathers mean well but are possessive and can hinder their adopter/caretaker as well as anyone they deem 'under their care' due to their overprotective and hostile personality.

Psycho Fathers have a large separation anxiety and tends to neglect their physical health in favor of attending their dear people. They tend to deliberately loose sleep to 'stand watch' at night just in case as they're pretty paranoid about dangers that may lurk and take away those they hold dear.

Psycho Fathers have to have something of their adopter's or favorite bittys' to hold onto and keep on their person so it's demanitory to give or have their favorite bitty to give your Psycho Father bitty a old piece of clothing, an old picture or something else that reminds them of you/their favorite bitty that you/they wouldn't mind letting go of to pacify them to some extent.

Psycho Fathers aren't very mentally stable and their mental health has been known to spiral even farther down the rabbit hole when they're not able to drain their need to caretake on someone. Some individuals are known to self harm to try to outlet their energy and need.

Note: Due to their tense need to be a caretaker to someone and their poor mental health Psycho Fathers will cling onto anyone willing to give the bitty an ounce of trust to protect them which can be dangerous to both the Psycho Father and those around the bitty, which is why the pixiebyyg adoption center will only adopt them out to those that pass a test to see if the adopter is a good influence and will be a good thing in the Psycho Father's life

[calithal]

26. How does your character behave around children?

character development questions: hard mode, accepting!  ༄

probably not well. for a long time, in childhood, other children were seen as competition for harriet's attention and care. interestingly enough, harry never was, but harry was competition in a different way, in a more individual sense as well as for their father's attention. however, that was an uphill battle, both because hook never complied to what she wanted even when everyone on that ship knew what she was doing and what she wanted, as well as because his attention was not one that cj wanted. it was physically and mentally abusive. but cj would've rather been abused than ignored. she was also denied her mother's attention, which led to even more fighting towards her siblings and her other caretaker, smee.

anyway, other kids :) for a long time, cj was the youngest, and the center of harriet's attention (even if there were other kids in her care at the time, i'm pretty sure new baby sister takes the cake) when that starts to deviate because of new little ones and cj growing older (even, yk, at the age of 3/4, minimum self sufficiency and independence), cj did not handle that well. she acted out constantly, via putting herself in danger (running off ship when 'no one noticed her', balancing on the edge of the deck or the dock, hiding for hours and hours at a time, and playing with dangerous items like fire or knives (though that was genuine fascination as well)) to a point where she had to be tied up frequently (she learned to chew through the ropes to get back to harriet but also the frequency and longevity of it is why she hates being held in way that feels restricting so much), and being straight up volatile. she also fought with the other children in harriet's care, a lot, especially if they behaved moderately well for her. god, she was so mean to nice kids, so mean. she didn't know how to be nice to anyone, but she was especially cruel when she thought harriet might favor someone and thought she could push them to violence/out of her favor. genuinely, they also disgusted her and enraged her as she viewed them as suck-ups. and that was her sister. she was possessive towards harry as well, but he already had his own friends and did not entertain her attempts to keep him to herself, whereas harriet had no choice but to. as she grew older (and the more she watched harry, w/ his violent treatment on board as well as his response to that treatment), her approaches to the conflict she felt became more violent.

eventually, her sister's attention fell off of her radar as she began pandering to her father's attention instead. for the other kids, this is the best case scenario as cj's efforts to 'win harriet's attention' became more and more violent. cj, at 10/11 (with her father's influence and 'guidance' (he groomed her to be what he wanted. it was not sexual, but the fact that he groomed her is true)), believes herself to be grown up enough to keep secrets from her siblings, and that all along they had wanted her to be the baby and squander her independence so she could never be on her own. and all of this was why her father had to be the one to teach her how to kill, and cj understood that her loss of morality would be how she could show the rest of the isle she was all grown up, and they had to believe her. her father was finally giving her what she'd always wanted, so harry and harriet became the enemy instead. she fought with them ceaselessly or said nothing at all. where cj had once been clingy, dependent, and attention-seeking, she became cold, combative, and with an edge of haughty confidence that her father gave her. she wasn't like the other kids now, she was grown. she doesn't consider herself a child any longer. she doesn't believe there's any maturation left so in a lot of ways, she stays at the level of petulance and stubbornness of a 10-11 year old for a long ass time.

eventually, she phases out of that once her father forgets about her. and then harry's gone from the jolly roger, and she hates him for it and feels horribly abandoned, and she hates harriet for it because why couldn't she make him stay? she's furious with both of them and detaches from them even more. harriet begins to more firmly find her own way with her crew, and with that new people to look after. cj denies any offer to officially leave the jolly roger from either sibling out of the hope that her father will want her again. however, she is not physically there almost ever, as 13 year old cj has started engaging in the crime on the streets of the isle that she had been sheltered from growing up. she only leaves the roger once she starts living with freddie at around 14/15 in some random apartment space that freddie's father finds and keeps for them, and then after that she gets too deep into trouble and decides she knows the best way out (faking her death and leaving).

OKAY NOW PRESENTLY DS,JNBHDCJK there's a lot of like, pangs and feelings in her heart when she sees kids (i should specify, isle kids. she dgaf about the auradon kids to no one's surprise, i'm sure) there's an obligation to protect them that she feels but doesn't necessarily always act on. she's actually really uncharacteristically sweet on a few of the quiet ones. she has stupid nicknames for them and braids their hair or slips them the food that she steals and hoards from auradon but doesn't eat. unfortunately very likely to become someone's cool disinterested bad influence older sister figure. would not recommend teasing her on this one it could be catastrophic. please for the sake of the children. i think a lot of this comes from my HUGE soft spot with kids, no way in hell can i say 'cj is mean to kids as a 19 y/o' but she is kind of egotistical in a way that only her and her people need to survive, so realistically she doesn't care as much as she should.