#especially the “god I have my father's eyes I can run but I can't hide from my family line” verse

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Sigh.. We all should've have chosen both wally and conner...i can't imagine the faces of batfam

how to be a heartbreaker! (again &. again concept)

ft. yandere! wally west, starfire, roy harper, artemis, conner kent, bart allen x gn! neglected! reader w/ platonic yandere! batfam.

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reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

tw: age gaps but there isn't nsfw (except for conner) and the reader is described to be older than 20 in this concept and was far ignored longer than in the og story.

a/n: happy (late) halloween! 🎃 i'm praying to the gods, please don't let this post flop, i'm in my flop era fr! because i am not writing allat for it to get ignored 💔 (just kidding i love u guys, especially to all those who comment! i read all your comments even if i'm unable to reply at times). if you guys are wondering why i didn't include all the characters, it's because this is just a drabble and if anyone likes more concepts about this, please send in asks! anyways, enjoy this sweet harem au hehe.

anon, you are so right. but let me raise you this: getting together with all your siblings' teammates. i'm not just saying wally and conner, no! i'm saying the young justice, the teen titans, all their friends and old pals— the moment you come of age, hide under the radar for a few years and eventually meet them at random. you'd be giving dick, hell, even bruce, your father, mind you, a run for his money when it comes to a player reputation amongst the siblings, and the best part (or worst part for you once it's too late...) of it all is the fact that you don't even have to keep all your little relationships with them a secret when they never once bat an eye on you until recently.

the funny thing is: you didn't even have to try to attract them. it was all them approaching you at random days and getting to know you better, with you, at your lowest point, accepting any medium of attention. at first it was them feeling pity, perceptive to how your siblings chose to focus on them rather than you, but now it's them chasing after you because you're so interesting in every aspect; even if you find yourself average at best compared to your talented siblings.

maybe it's because you bring the normal out in them, or because you display such raw emotions and are an entirely separate being from vigilantism. either way, they find themselves thinking about you more often than their missions and that's harrowing.

and because you're such a pathetic, wet cat, so desperate for love; all the people you hit on develop a savior complex because of you. i don't just mean them finding you cute, or interesting, absolutely not. i mean you're constantly being thrown around like a prince or princess who needs a knight in shining armor to catch them when they fall, except you're constantly being carried in some other's arms even when you can stand on your own two feet.

you just have that special quality in you that makes everyone fall head over heels. it makes them fantasize scenarios of a home life with you; they could provide better than your current ones do, for sure. you'd be spoiled to death with kisses to your face, hands wrapped around your body, and a guarantee that you'll never feel alone or unsafe in a world full of danger that lurks around the corner.

that same quality may have also been your downfall.

wally west doesn't mind training all day to become stronger and faster to save you from every danger that lingers near your presence. hell, he doesn't complain anymore whenever dick assigns him some missions if that means he can pass by your room by the manor as an after-mission reward, loving it when you smile at him with the gentlest quip of your mouth as he hastily wraps you in his arms with the same amount of speed it took to run to your house. wally cherishes watching you in slow-time because he could worship every little part of his darling's expression, quelling the boredom he had for the entire day. he wants to be fast enough for his babe, not only just to impress them but because he wants them to see him as the only reliable individual capable enough of protecting and flirting with you. not everyone can measure up to his speed, no? nobody could keep up with this man's speed and he's known for taking you away whenever you're with someone else just to get a sliver of your time.

starfire's emotions become ablaze and so does her powers every time she notices one of your other sweethearts becoming too touchy with you, unable to comprehend why you're not even in a relationship with her yet. but you're too sweet and you bury yourself in her curly tresses to calm her down. at first that's enough! she doesn't understand the concept of physical affection and the boundaries that come with it as much as others but boy does she crave it when it comes to you. it doesn't help the fact that you're incapable of sometimes denying her affections and letting yourself be constantly kissed by the girl in every part of your face. she's very warm, though, and her curiosity about things foreign to her, paired with you teaching her more about your world, makes starfire adore her sweetheart's willingness and patience; it simply warrants another passionate kiss in the mouth from the pink-haired alien.

roy harper brings out a more rebellious side of you that you never imagine yourself sporting. his experiences in life and his rebellious relationship towards oliver queen, his adoptive father shapes him to who he is now; and he'd be damned if you drown yourself in endless misery like he did. yeah, it doesn't help that lian loves you as much as he does and he thinks you're the perfect match for him, watching you play with his little girl and care for him whenever he's injured does wonders for the fantasies that plays itself in his head, all scenarios of coming home to you after a hard day of work, just to see you and lian greet him the moment he enters your shared house with him, kissing him in the lips, telling him about the wonderfully prepared dinner you and lian whipped up for him, and watching your eyes widen at another bouquet of your favorite flowers he bought home for you. you're not in a relationship with him at all but can't a man just dream?

why dick wonders every damn time one of his friends ditch another one of their hangouts is a question never to be answered. but it's been noticeable these days that he's starting to suspect something wrong at play, especially since he's noticed tension within his comrades, and as a leader he couldn't just simply ignore the tense glares, insults to their being, and the hushed whispers; all pet names, a mantra they're used to calling you.

but dick doesn't take it seriously until it's too late.

that his baby bird long fell off the nest years ago, taken into the arms of whom he thought to be his most trusted comrades, thoroughly loved more than he could've given you. and it's not just one person smitten with you; it's an entire harem of people unwilling to share you just as much as dick who'd soon realize that he shares far more similarities with you; a heartbreaker, yet a caretaker at heart.

it's no wonder why everybody wants you for themselves. it's not only your family who loves to hear your precious laughs and gentle hands; that sets the jealousy ablaze in his heart.

jason never thought that artemis carried a softer version of her. but he's been picking up telltale signs of her donning dangling keychains, all cute doodles of her no doubt, and necklaces he's sure he's seen around the manor at times. it's not her typical style, and she never really found the appeal with cute things like crochet plushies of her; yet the designs are oddly reminiscent to someone he always called his angel. but whenever he tries to bring the topic up, he only receives a snarky reply, a protective hold on her things, and a familiar phrase telling him to mind his business. he isn't aware of how she met you one time after you've nearly been crushed to death by a car accelerating at you, if not for her taking the blunt end of the hit. ever since that day you've been seeing her regularly by alleyways watching over you as your guardian and giving her tokens of appreciation, albeit small, that she keeps as her prized properties; ones nobody has special access to touch. she's not much of a heckler for physical touch, but she occasionally gives you a head scratches and the rare peck to your lips.

jason doesn't like how jealous he is towards her, because of how the would-be stranger treats her and why he can't seem to pinpoint the primal urge to rip those little trinkets from her. sometimes he feels like a man possessed, eyeing the keychains and the random pastel bracelets longer, all warranting the same angered glare artemis reciprocates.

he swore he's seen them before, splayed across the random rooms in the manor, some even being in the library; things he loved to fiddle with whenever he was bored out of his mind. so seeing them being proudly displayed by artemis triggers visceral reactions within him.

but could jason do anything about it when he's part of the reason why your roster consists of your family's comrades? no.

if you couldn't get attention from your family, you'll just have to get it through their affiliations. yeah, some are older than you, but god are you treated like divinity with just how willing they are to kneel upon your feet just to gain a crumb of your attention. even the strongest lay weak whenever you look at them with disappointment or sadness with your wide, captivating eyes.

all the times tim drake would be with teammates, he'd notice how their eyes look at him expectantly, as if waiting for another one to accompany them. at first he ignores it, but the longer their strange behavior persists, he begins opening a case about his close friends.

he soon realizes that conner has a record of mentioning "his cute little darling," and how he'd brag to his other friends about how left his jacket and all his favorite t-shirts in your room and how you're always drowning in his scent— always quiping about just how much it smells like you and how he enjoys wearing all his clothes right after you wear them just to get a whiff of your presence in his life; you being his motivation to fight against crime just so he could see your pretty face and tell him you're proud of him. undeniably, he's the one who spends the longest time with you and he's prideful about it, being the only man with the privilege to touch every part of your skin, wishing to melt against you just so he'd be branded in your body like how your name is the only sweet thing he can taste in his mouth.

it's not only conner, but bart allen would bounce around more often demanding that it's unfair how conner gets everything and how he gets little time with you, with just how often you get thrown around by all your love interests! he'd admit just how cute he finds you whenever you coo about him and play with his messy locks of hair whenever it's his time of the week to visit you right after missions. spending time with him is arguably the most casual part of your life, because he loves to help you with your daily errands despite him complaining about the same tasks to his other teammates... he says it's because you stimulate every part of his brain to find satisfaction in every small action that you do, but it's not only that, rather, he wishes to gain all your praises that you sing for him, never finding boredom in your presence at all.

tim's the first one who pieces the jigsaw puzzle together, but he's thoroughly astounded either way at just how smitten they are with you. it makes him open an entirely different case that's just about you; where he discovers how you're connected with nearly everyone close to him and his siblings.

it makes him wonder what makes you all the more interesting. it's how exactly he spirals into a periodic cluster of events investigating your entire life and drowning himself in work, terabytes of files each analyzed carefully— all about you, your past, and present situation. tim drake never saw a person this admired that much, so much so that online stalking lead to physical stalking.

all your dm's are spammed by countless people, and you don't even take the initiative to reply because you'd be too busy being tossed around by the time the vigilante tracks your location. it's honestly amusing at first but the longer tim become a third perspective to your life, the more he craves your physical presence, just to get a taste of dissecting all the thoughts in your brain. but with just how often their friends fight over you, it'd be hard to rip you away from the clawing hands of all your admirers.

that's why he sets a plan into motion. if he couldn't have you to himself, then he could at least share you with the closest people he had in his life— not with all the strangers who think they know his younger sibling better than he does.

a simple document, many actually, so documents, were all he needed, with printed stacks of a4 paper compiling each and every known fact about you.

all in the name of love, he'd give it out to every member of the family in quick succession.

a hefty reminder to take back what once was theirs.

[honeymilkbubbletea]

Oughhh YES

This is sooo spot on

Modern au Hiccup is so Hammerhead by Penelope Scott coded

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One and a Half Men + One

(Part 2 of One and a Half Men !!) Thank you to everyone who has commented, liked, and reblogged! It really makes my day 💕💕

You needed him. Bad. And it freaked the shit out of you...

Hiding out in your apartment didn't seem like such a bad idea. You missed seeing little Megumi and his drop-dead gorgeous father every morning, but you could persevere.

It was radio silence for an entire week. You told yourself you were just protecting your peace. You had too much going on to be falling for anyone, especially a father.

You were on track, focusing on your studies. One night, while you were finishing up a research paper, you heard three soft knocks on your door. So soft you almost thought you hallucinated them. Before you could even walk to your door, you heard fumbling of the knob, frantic and fighting.

"Hello? Y/n? Home?" Muffled by the thin wood between you, Megumi's voice wrung through your apartment, springing you into action.

You run to open the door, Megumi's little face greeting you, scrunched up in worry, little fists grabbing at his hair.

"Dada's sick. Really scared y/n, Dada really sick." Megumi points to his left, guiding your eyes to his apartment. You pick him up, shutting your door behind you and venturing towards the Fushiguro's apartment.

Entering the apartment, you call out for the little boy's dad, worry shining through your tone. You stand at the entrance, a groan answering you.

"On the couch, dada's on the couch." Megumi twists in your arms like a fish out of water as a signal to let him go, walking towards his daddy once he finds his footing.

Toji's entire body smothers the couch as he lays there in nothing but boxers, skin flushed, and sweaty. His eyes open, displaying a hollowed out, tired expression, making you gasp.

"Fuck. Gumi, bud you didn't have to bring y/n over. God, didn't even know you left the damn apartment." Toji felt guilty all over. He moved to sit up, stopping himself with hearty coughs.

"She take good care of you, dada. Promise. She made me happy again. Y/n help you too... right y/n?" Megumi looked over at your out of place state, boba eyes full of appreciation, his small hands resting on his dad's overheated torso.

"Um yeah, yeah, I can help out. Of course... Gumi, why don't you go to your room, baby?" You walk over to Toji's spread out form pushing back his sweaty hair to feel his forehead.

"Nuh uh. Stay with you. Make sure Dada okay." Determination in his voice, Megumi clung to you, copying the way you looked down at his father. Megumi nudges his way back into your arms, clasping his tiny hands in his hair as you hold onto him.

"Okay, bub. Daddy's gonna be alright. " You sigh deeply as you walk over to their sink, asking Gumi where they keep the glasses and washcloths.

Toji can't help himself, woozy headspace causing him to blush at your way of referring to him, melting deeper into the couch at your maternal instincts towards not only his son but him as well.

You return, glass of chilled water in hand, cool washcloth in the other, and little boy on your hip. Crouching down, you place the cup on a low coffee table, readjust Megumi, and shift yourself towards a flushing, smirking Toji.

"What's so funny?" You smile, resting your head on Megumi's to hold him in place as you move close to Toji, placing the washcloth on his chest.

"Heh, you come here often, pretty mama?" He coughs out a laugh as you pat the cloth across his chest, trying his best not to pop a boner over your innocent touches and pretty smiley eyes gazing up at him.

Those same pretty eyes widen as your cheeks heat up, playing it off with a laugh and an eye roll.

Megumi giggles.

"Dada called you Mama too, Mama! I told you. See dada, she takes good care." Megumi pokes your cheek before placing a gentle kiss on it.

"You two are absolutely unbelievable." You shake your head, entire body warm at the affection and attention.

"You're very right, Gumi. Very, very right." Toji mumbles to himself as you move to his forehead, folding the cloth in half to cling to the sweaty skin.

"There we go. Can I get you anything else, Toji?" You stand up, pulling Megumi with you.

"A kiss."

"Kiss!!" Megumi echoes, covering his mouth with two tiny hands to hide a big smile.

"Oh my goodness." You smile, shaking your head, putting Megumi down.

"Give your daddy a kiss, Gumi." You pat his back, inching him towards the dopey man. Megumi kisses his dad's cheek the same way he kissed yours.

"Your turn, y/n!" Megumi sung out, grabbing your hand.

"No, no, Gumi, let's get you to bed. It's getting reeeaaalllyyy late!" You quickly respond, scooping up the pouting kid, having him point to where his room is.

"Mama kiss dada..." Megumi huffs as you tuck him into bed and kiss his forehead.

"No buddy... I'm not Mama, okay? I'm y/n." You explain, rubbing his head soothingly.

"Ughhhhh, noooo!!" Megumi pouts, ruffling his sheets around, showing the true toddler side of him that is sometimes forgotten.

"Go to sleep, okay baby? I will check on you and your dada tomorrow." You smile as he settles down, rubbing his hands over his head, closing his eyes.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

...

Finally, Megumi dozes off after at least an hour of petting his head and back. You exit his room quietly, shutting the door. Turning your head, you see Toji's stature sitting up on the couch, much more lively than when you first arrived.

"How ya feeling, big guy?" You smile, glancing at the half empty glass of water on the table as Toji chuckles.

"Fuck, much better. I'm really sorry about all this, sweets. I was fucking delirious. Got home from work and could barely stand, felt awful. I didn't tell the little rascal to go bother you, though. He did that on his own... must've known you were good for the soul. Smart kid." Toji apologizes with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

"Yeah, smart kid, alright." You snort, shaking your head as you cross your arms in slight awkwardness. Toji gestures towards an armchair near the couch, inviting you to sit.

"But seriously, thanks a lot. You really didn't have to come over and take such good care of us. He really adores you, ya know..."

You warm up as Toji's eyes set on yours.

"Aw, well, the feeling is very mutual. You've got a lovely little boy, Toji."

Toji hums in response, slurping up the rest of the water in his sweating cup.

Silence overtakes the room as you momentarily shut your eyes, quietly reveling in the sudden peacefulness of the dim, lackluster apartment.

"You got a boyfriend?" You hear Toji question out of the blue, making your eyes fling open as you sit up a little straighter.

"Why you askin'?" You tease, confidence surging through your body. You never felt all too flustered by Toji's smooth talking or slightly invasive questions, easily surveying his game, understanding how he operates. You had quite a bit of your own moxie.

"Maybe I'm interested." Toji smirks back. Mirroring you, he folds his arms across his chest.

"Only maybe?"

...

Dating with a four year old is not always the easiest. Especially not when his daddy is all dressed up, wearing special cologne and his mommy (as he insisted on calling you, Toji not opposed to it at all) is in a long satin dress and high heels, not her usual casual wear.

"But I don't want you to goooooo! Stay!!" Megumi cried to you as he was faced with the kind old lady from apartment seventy-five, who was entrusted with watching him while his lovebird parents get a night to themselves.

You crouch down, balancing on your toes as you hold the toddler's torso, kissing his cheek.

"We won't be long, honey... maybe we'll be back before bedtime, right, Daddy?" You peer over at Toji, who was busy showing poor old Gertrude how to work the oven for Megumi's chicken tenders.

"Mama's right... and if not, you'll just see us in the morning anyways!.. C'mon, Megs, aren't ya sick of us?" Toji makes his way over to you, smoothing the hair on his little boy's head as he hugs his dad's legs, head bumping into the small, square-shaped, velvet box hidden in his dress pants' pocket.

"Alright, bubs, we really gotta get going, we'll miss our reservation." Toji lifts Megumi up, kissing both of his cheeks before handing him to you, prompting you to do the same.

Megumi huffs once you put him down, waving with attitude as you grab your coat, and Toji opens the door for you.

"Ugh. Bye mama, bye dada. Love yous." He yells as Gertrude slowly pauses in sorting out the little boy's frozen dinner on an oven tray, turning her achy body to wave bye-bye to the soon to be engaged couple.

"Bye Megumi, love you!"

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fluff alphabet |clarisse la rue

author's note: Hi lovelies, please send me requests! I don't know what gave me the confidence to think I can write, probably delusion. Also, this is according to my personal views of Clarisse so don't be mad if it's different from what you've imagined. Leave a comment, I love interacting with people, xx.

warnings: I tried my best to keep it gender/race/cabin neutral for the most part but there are still some feminine coded things here and there. English is not my first language so excuse any grammar mistakes.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Starting off strong because with Clarisse sparring is a must. Although she doesn't like to think there will ever come a time in which she won't be there to protect you, it's still an essential part of life as a half-blood. And who better to train you than the daughter of war herself? And in case the apprentice becomes the master and you happen to beat her or pin her to the ground or even hold your dagger to her neck? Oh boy, she's done for. Actual heart eyes.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

She pretty much loves everything about you, she can't really just choose one aspect. Though, if she had to, she'd probably say she loves you for being supportive, understanding, and patient with her. You understand her better than anyone. That's what made her know you were the one for her. You can control her anger issues and calm her down when she's on the verge of exploding and she thinks that's beautiful.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc?

The art of intimacy or comfort never came easy to Clarisse. Her relationship with her mother isn't the best and hasn't been for a while now and her father is a grade A asshole. Her first instinct when you're feeling down is to fix it, to ask you who or what happened and give them a physical piece of her mind, but that's not always how it works. She'll pull you to her lap and hold you through the night or for as long as you need, wiping your tears and kissing your cheeks. She'll let you vent your heart out. You can tell her anything. Or nothing, if you prefer. She's not the best with words but her actions speak much louder.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

She's never thought that much ahead if she's being honest. Never allowed herself to daydream too much into the future, choosing to live off the present for now. Sometimes, however, she pictures what could be only described as an utopia; to go on such a fantastical quest that the gods can't help but grant the both of you immortality, that way you'd bask in the glory of your love forever and ever.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

On the outside looking in it would seem Clarisse is the dominant one for sure. And in some ways she is; she likes that you can rely on her, she wants to provide for you, yearns to prove herself capable of such. Still, you're the one in charge. Clarisse is completely devoted to you, and your relationship means more to her than anything she's ever felt before. She cherishes it like no other, always at your beck and call.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Clarisse is intense, that much we know. Her anger runs deep and her passion burns red. She's not perfect, and doesn't try to hide it either. She's hot-tempered, arrogant, she's got a short fuse and she holds grudges. Her fatal flaw is pride, which sometimes gets in the way of her good senses, so you'll most likely be the one apologizing first. Despite all that, she can't bear the thought of you being mad at her and absolutely hates fighting with you. It's like it's tearing her apart, especially if you're sad over something she said or did in the heat of the moment. Truth is, she is a fighter at heart so when all is said and done she'll try and make it up to you in some way, somehow.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

She is so appreciative of everything you do and are. As previously stated, Clarisse didn't get much love growing up so any semblance of that is something she clings hard to. She notices everything, every little thing you do for her and the underlying of your words. How you treat her and others is always stored in the back of her mind and she loves to be loved by you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Clarisse is a very closed off person in general, she doesn't like feeling exposed and being possibly seen as weak. She'll tell you things but there's still some matters you have to pick up on your own and know how to approach them, especially regarding her feelings and personal struggles. She's very honest though, she feels like she owns you that much and appreciates you if you do the same for her. The more your relationship progresses you'll notice being able to read her like an open book because although she does her very best to hide it there's an underlying vulnerability to her behavior in certain moments you'll take proper notice of the more you know her.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Clarisse has definitely become more gentle since you. It still doesn't extend to your friends and family but more so how she behaves around you and knowing she doesn't have to put up that though front all the time. Her sense of self worth has improved as well, especially when you reassure her through her insecurities and doubts (never being the son her father wanted etc.)

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Oh, boy. Clarisse’s jealousy is very fuelled by… Well, anything really. She doesn't necessarily need a motive to go toe to toe with someone, just staring at you for a second longer than she deems them worthy of and she's ready for a fight. It's hard for anyone to get close enough to flirt with you because she's always there, by your side, kind of like a guard dog. But only because she knows how amazing you are and her insecurities do blurry some lines on what's acceptable. She's working on it though.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Clarisse is definitely a good kisser. She doesn't have much experience, if any, but she's a natural. It sounds cheesy but the first time she kisses you was like butterflies and church bells dancing loudly in the wind. The way she cups your face so uncharacteristically soft and how she breaks off the kiss with a series of small pecks only to smile one of her beautiful smiles so close to each other's faces… Magical. It could be at the fireworks on the fourth of July or it could be in your favorite spot in the woods, soaked in lake water during a midnight swim or after a heated argument. No matter how many times Clarisse kisses you, she'll never not feel electricity similar to her spear’s sharp edge digging into her body and soul.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Clarisse does not have a clue what she's doing. I feel like she'd say something in the heat of the moment; either confessing her true feelings or masking them by saying something hurtful she doesn't actually mean. In the latter scenario she'd storm off and berate herself over it but her pride and fear that you'd never look at her again made her put off her apology for some time and let it all sink in to talk to you when she's ready. That is until you start properly ignoring her and she nearly goes crazy with longing, just missing your overall presence and having her stomach turn to knots at the way things were left between you two. That's one of the few times Clarisse sucks it up and reaches for you. The apology is awkward but overwhelmingly honest and she tells you she's an idiot but you're content in forgiving her and giving her a second (actual first) chance.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Again, Clarisse never thought she'd live to see the day she'd actually have a marriage prospect. Her life just doesn't seem complete without you anymore and the moment she realizes that she's done for. It would probably be while you're laying in bed together, your head on her chest while you play with her fingers. Your eyes are heavy with sleep but hers are wide open, thinking. “Will you marry me?” said while staring into the distance and you probably think she's joking except Clarisse is not one to joke about that sort of thing. “Not now. But eventually.” and whether you ask if she's serious or just accept it right away, she'd look at you seriously for a beat and then tackle you into a bear hug, crushing you underneath her. She doesn't see the point in a big wedding, but if that's what you're into, she won't mind.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

She is not immune to babe or baby but would still like to keep some variety. Things like sunshine, gorgeous, angel or others (I'm looking at you, person who created the “mama/s” HC). She does like your name very much, or probably a shortened version of it. Don't expect her to not tease you if any of these make you flustered.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Clarisse likes to think she's good at hiding it when she's absolutely not. As Taylor Swift once said, you can hear it in the silence. Just the way her eyes soften when she's looking at you speaks millions, but people also get whiplash at how fast her mean attitude changes whenever you're around. Her love giving languages are probably acts of service and physical touch. She loves to do things for you, feeling all big and mighty whenever she can make your life just a little easier. Touching is also a must but we'll get to that in a second.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Clarisse is not very comfortable with public displays of affection, because she is afraid of being judged or mocked by others for being weak or soft. She prefers to keep her relationship with you private and intimate, but doesn't mind the little things. She does gloat about being with you as well as showing you off, so that everyone on camp knows you're hers. She brags about you all the time and I mean, seriously, all the time. She's not a big hand holder but she almost over compensates by grabbing at your hips and thighs, throwing an arm over your shoulder or hiding her face in your neck. She especially loves bonfires when you sit on her lap and she can hold firmly onto your waist while she's talking to her siblings or just press her forehead against yours when her social battery is low.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

She's very perceptive. She may not know what has changed right away but she's also persistent so she'll figure it out in an instant. If it's the way you did your hair or something that happened along your day, even if you change your usual greeting. She notices and she'll definitely ask you about it.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Clarisse wants to be loved, that's all she’s ever wanted, and she has so much love to give, therefore I believe she'll do just about anything to make you happy. That includes being an absolute sap. She honestly doesn't mind how cliche it is, if it works on you, you bet she's using it. If anyone cares to say anything remotely negative about you or your relationship she will promptly glare them into oblivion or give them something to really worry about.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

She is your absolute biggest supporter. Especially if you don't believe in yourself, then she's trying even harder for you to see just how well you can do something if you put your mind to it. With something like sword training she is more than willing to help you, rewarding you with kisses and cursing you for distracting her with your pretty face.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Clarisse doesn't mind change, she rolls with it. If you have a certain way of doing things, a routine you like to follow, that's fine by her. If you're unpredictable, even better. She just loves to see what comes next in terms of your relationship, not necessarily needing anything to amplify her love for you. It's already hardwired into her.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

She knows you like the back of her hand. Even the slightest furrow of your eyebrows or tilt of your head and she'll be there in a second asking what's wrong. She does learn to be more empathetic towards your own struggles, which was hard at first because she wasn't sure how to see things from someone else's point of view. Though road but you make it work.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

She doesn't have much to look forward to so Clarisse values her relationship with you very highly, as you are one of the few people who can see past her tough and aggressive exterior and appreciate her softer and more vulnerable side. She is fiercely loyal and protective of you, and would do anything to keep you safe and happy.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

I actually read this one on a Wattpad story a while ago so credit to the original creator but, Clarisse has a teddy bear named Mr. Muscles she's had since she was like, nine and she cherishes it like it's her most prized possession. When she introduced this piece of information to you, you just found her so incredibly adorable you couldn't contain the giggles and she gets so hot in the face she pushes you off her bed and it's honestly one of the most memorable moments in your relationship.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I headcanon Clarisse as your personal furnace as well as a koala bear so kisses and cuddles are a must, especially if it's cold outside. She loves to take naps with you, it gets to the point where she has trouble sleeping without you (so you give her a vial of your perfume to spray on Mr. Muscles for when you're away).

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Clarisse with you: 🥰

Clarisse without you: 😡

She gets snappier than usual and easily annoyed but she'll also get really sad because she's never had to deal with being away from you. Her siblings try to cheer her up by shoving some kid's head into the toilet but she's so disinterested in anything that does not involve you she just goes about her days training until she can see you again and show off her muscles.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

The answer is yes, one hundred percent. “Touch her and you die” trope goes so hard. Not only that but she would willingly sacrifice the world and herself for you and your relationship. She would go out of her way to make sure you are okay, that you are fed and hydrated and well rested, even messing up her own sleeping schedule in order to take better care of you.

[creative-kny-fics]

Hello can you make the tokito family tickle battle? Muichiro is the lee and Ms Tokito is the ler and Yuichiro and Mr tokito are switches Thank You!

Well, I hope you like it, try to do the best I could!

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Lers: Mr. Tokito (Yusuke)

Switchs: Yuichiro Tokito and Mrs. Tokito (Tomomi)

Tomomi narrates: What more could I ask for? I have a wonderful husband, the gods blessed me with not one, but two children.

Our house is small, but it has the most important thing, love.

My twins, I have no words to express the happiness I feel, watching them learn to crawl, babble, walk, talk, run while laughing, I couldn't be happier and more grateful

'Guess who it is~'

'Even if you fake your voice, our children are not tall enough to cover my eyes', Yusuke laughed, as he placed a kiss on his wife's forehead.

'Where are Mui and Yui?'

'Oh, the children are playing outside. We were playing hide and seek, it will take them a while to realize that I broke the rules and hid in the house hahaha'

'You should go back to them. They might pout, especially Muichiro, you know he's a little spoiled.'

Yusuke narrates: Guilty that one of the twins is a spoiled child.

I spoil them both, but Yuichiro always throws tantrums when I try to pamper him, it's not that he doesn't like it, but it seems like he's embarrassed.

Hahaha you should see how he pushes me away and then runs to his mother to "complain" to her that I am hugging him very tightly, so different from his brother.

'Heh, I don't think that will happen and if it does, well, we'll have to deal with two little tantrums for a while hahaha!'

'Yusuke, love, you can't deal with them. You always cover your face because you can't handle the cuteness on their faces when they pout. You have a soft spot for them'

Hahaha, well, she's right about that, I can't help it and neither can she, so she has no right to claim me.

'Ooooh, it seems like someone forgets that they can't deny them anything either!'

'Yusuke, don't be so childish hehehe. A-ahahaha! Hehehey!!'

'Childish? I'm not childish! Do you want something childish? I'll give you something childish!'

'Ahahahaha! Stohohop! Suhukehehehe!! Stohohohohop thihihis!!'

'Dad, what are you doing to mom?'

Muichiro narrates: It was very strange, dad and mom don't usually fight, why now? Something had happened between them.

'Why are you hurting mom?!'

'Eeeeh? I wasn't hurting her, kids, we were just playing and...'

'Liar! If you were playing, mom wouldn't have asked you to stop!'

'Yuichiro! Let dad talk, maybe there's an explanation...'

'Kids, hehehe, we weren't fighting, at least not in a certain part. I don't usually like your father's game very much, that's all'

I still don't understand... Mom always loves to play with us, why wouldn't she like to play with dad?

'Listen kids, dad and I are fine, we were just playing a little. I don't really like being tickled, that's all, everything is fine, okay? Come on, give mom and dad a hug!'

Yuichiro narrates: No, I'm not going to give them a hug, I'm not going to give them a hug, here's something else and I...

'What a miracle that you joined in the hug, Yui! You usually avoid them!'

... WHAT MOMENT IT HAPPENED?!

'I knew that internally you liked displays of affection! Don't be shy, my son, if you continue being so embarrassed, your face will turn as red as the color of my eyes hehehe'

'Bad joke, dad... And why were you fighting?'

'Yuichiro, we already told you that we weren't fighting, we were just playing'

That's not a game, sometimes it's torture, you know? I understand mom, I don't like them either, but should I tell you something? Muichiro likes them, look what I'll do...

'Hey Muichiro, can I show you what mom and dad used to play?'

'I thought you were upset with the game they were playing'

'Well, not anymore, then? Do you want it or not?'

'Well, I don't think it's that bad'

Oh brother, you have no idea...

The Narrator (that's me) narrates: Yuichiro asked his brother to stay still and close his eyes, but what do you think, Muichiro does know Yuichiro's "tricks", so he said that the explanation was no longer necessary.

'Oh, it's not necessary anymore? Are you afraid, Mui~?'

'Noooo...'

'No? Then why is your face red and why are you smiling?'

'Mom, dad... Don't let him catch me!'

'Come here little one!'

They will be busy like this for a while, or rather, they would be, because the house is not very big and the only thing they did for a short period of time was run around their parents while they laughed when they saw how Yuichiro "caught" Muichiro and this ran on the opposite side while being chased

'I hear you laughing, Muichiroooo~!'

'N-nohohoho, I'm nohohohot!'

'Children, stop running, we don't want you to fall'

Yusuke, do you predict the future? Because that was exactly what happened and, believe it or not, the one who fell was Yuichiro, amazing, right?

'Yuichiro! Son, are you okay?!'

'Yes, although, it hurts a little...'

'Nii-San...? Are...?'

'I tricked you urchin! Come here!'

'Aaaaaah!! Dohohohon't!!'

'Don't what?'

'I cahahan't sahahahay it!! Yohohou knohohow the wohohohord!!'

'Do I know it? Hmm, I don't know, there are so many words, you can't ask me to choose between one of them!'

Yusuke Narrates: Aren't they cute? His mother and I don't find it strange that Yuichiro plays like this with his brother, he usually does it countless times, sometimes for longer than others.

'Yuhuhuichirohoho!! Ahahahahaha!! Pleheahasehehe!!'

'Please what? Do you want me to continue? Don't try to lie to me, because I know how much you like this'

'I'm tohoho ahahahaha... I'm toooo fluhuhusterehehehed for eeeeeeep thihihihis!!'

'I notice, your face is completely red'

'Yuichiro, I think you should let Muichiro go now, don't do what you wouldn't like done to you'

'And who says he doesn't want us to do it?'

I love my wife, she understands our children so well and knows how to calm him down, I probably wouldn't have been as lucky.

'Huh?! No, wait!! AAAAAAH!! PFFFFT! G-gehehet... Gehehehet ohohof meeee!! Muhuhuichihirohoho!! Hehehe help!!'

'I don't think Muichiro can help you now and since we know he wouldn't dare take revenge on you, we'll do it for him!'

Another day ended with a good dose of laughter, what more could you ask for?

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF OCTOBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of october! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Late night Company || @daegall💕💔✅

↳ in which the Gods give you a shit day, and Aphrodite makes up for it.

Safety Net || @fadedncity🔞💕✅

↳ (theres no summary but short description from me - friends to lovers + clowns)

Between Us || @neowinestainedress🔞💕✅

↳ you find yourself tangled in the life of the Suhs after Mr. Suh starts working as an English professor at your father’s university. You don’t understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you can’t get enough of that secret, dirty game anymore.

Birthday Boy || @writemekpop💕✅

↳ It's Renjun's birthday and all you want is a moment alone, but other people keep getting in the way...

Homebody || @daydreamingyuta💕✅

↳ bf!Jeno spending a relaxing day at home with you instead of going out.

Mine || @milliewrtes💕✅

↳ in which your boyfriend saves you from unwanted, horrible flirting

My Exception || @armysantiny💕✅

↳ Renjun’s reading time is sacred; a dedicated few hours every weekend spent with him, his wax melts, a book, and a hot drink. Though he can make an exception for y/n. He can always make an  exception for them.

Spidey Boy || @martiniblues💕💔✅💯💯

↳ mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that you’ve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.

Sweet Like Pumpkin Pie || @potatocitytechnology🔞✅

↳ One fall day, you decide it's time to let go of your worries. Turns out you're a natural freak in the sheets and Johnny loves it.

Target Run || @kyufessions💕💔✅💯

↳ shopping with chenle can be exhausting, especially for your first apartment together

Don't Test Me || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯

↳ Haechan was always known as the funny, sunshine one of the whole of NCT. But that doesn’t mean that can’t go serious. Especially when it comes to his lover who is actually the opposite of him. Quiet, reserved but anxious.

Protection || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯

↳ NCT was developing a new technology to help them expand more and help them to always be one step ahead of their enemy

12-7 Room || @zh-lele💕🔄

↳ Surviving a week to Donghyuck's charms and jokes can't be so hard... Worst case scenario, you end up completely falling for your brother's best friend.

Ghostie || @smileysuh🔞✅💯💯

↳ As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you won’t get a call. He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend.  You’re disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe he’ll catch you. Five minutes turns into ten, turns into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut. You’re starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.

I Saw Her First || @astayinwonderland🔞✅

↳ you are tired after a long day of meetings but you step into an elevator with jaehyun-- however, you don't know mark has his eyes on you too

Send In The Clowns || @smileysuh🔞✅💯

↳ “She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist. He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.

Somebody's Watching Me || @neocentral🔞✅💯

↳ (no summary, but somnophilia)

The Only Exception || @jaylaxies🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ mark was overprotective and he didn’t fail to show it, warning all the guys to stay away from you, his best friends were no exception. so, how will you make it work when you return back after graduating school, only to find that your crush is paying more attention to you than ever? it most certainly doesn’t help that it’s lee donghyuck, to whom, you are strictly off limits.

Treat You Better || @luvyeni🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ renjun hates your boyfriend, he certain he can treat you better

ASAP || @yeonjunszn💕✅💯💯

↳ you’re not exactly the best barista at zhong coffee, but for some unknown reason (his massive crush on you), mark thinks you can do no wrong. sick and tired of his favoritism and your lack thereof due to absolute obliviousness, your coworkers are determined to fix this problem. asap.

Enchanted To Meet You || @liliansun💕💔✅💯

↳ college was enough to deal with, barely passing classes and struggling to keep up with what was going on in each was a daily struggle. not having time to catch someone’s eye was fine with you, that was until you met him. there was something about him that was enchanting, so you went out to find him, hoping you kept him up the same way he did you.

The Deal || @xrenjunniesx💕✅💯

↳ when a boy you didn’t know all too well asks for your number, you decide to make him work for it. when he asks for the second time, you make a deal with him.

NCT 127 Texts || @kumoseiza💕✅💯

↳ Couple Costumes

10:04AM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅

↳ (soft renjun is superior)

16:47 || @lovesuhng💕✅

↳ "Don't be afraid to cry in front of me, I've got you."

9:35PM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅

↳ (hyuck is a menace but hes their child)

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[talaofthevalley]

if it hasn't been asked already. revolver for the ask game? your postings are fun to read

smacks my desk MY BOY, THANK YOU FOR GIVING HIM TO ME. also thank you that's so sweet of you to say

Why I like them/why I don’t Where do I even start-

He's one of the most honourable characters in the whole franchise. He's ridiculously composed, that the few times he's rattled you know it's significant. He's carrying the sins of his father like they're his own, even though he was eight when the incident happened. But it's like he understands he's the only one who can carry that burden and deliver closure to the ones affected because he wasn't one of the perpetrators, but was still involved and wrapped up in it all.

But he's also a dork who strikes poses during duels. His deck consists of gun and bullet dragons. He's so extra and camp in the best way and is never not taken as a very serious threat. He's one of the strongest duelists in the show. He doesn't consider himself a victim of anything. He was willing to die at the end of S1. He regularly finds the villain of the arc/his enemies first and almost murks them. He's connected to flower and ocean imagery. He gave one of the most beautiful description about loved ones who has passed away I've ever heard. He cares So Much but isn't the best at showing it, yet can help in just the way others need. He hates himself so damn much. But does not let that get in the way of what he believes needs to be done. But he's not completely close-minded either.

Ryoken's just such an amasing character. I love him so much.

What I like about their appearance Everything Since I did the same for Aoi I'll do both his real world and LV designs.

Ryoken: Gorg. Beautiful beautiful boy. I love the soft tones used for his eyes and the blue in his hair. The feathery side bangs are so pretty. And I'm so weak for white hair. I'm not above to admitting I'm not fond of his outfit, but that's just because it's very far from my taste in clothes. I don't think it's as bad as people claim it is though. Love his pink shirt, and that his colour scheme overall in the real world is very soft-toned and almost pastel in contrast to the bolder colours used in his avatar. And of course the eyes, and the eyelashes. My god he is so pretty.

Revolver S1: I like this design! I do think it's usurped by his second avatar, but they share a majority of the same elements and design points, so I'll cover those in the next part. I think his mask is pretty cool ngl, and it's Very yummy to chew on for analysis. The red hair with lighter shades running up the sides looks great as well.

Revolver S2-3: I do think this is just, an absolutely banging design. The way it's separated into parts through use of colours and lines. Love the long gloves, and the coat is so cool, it really adds to his presence. The second avatar did a good I think by adding these cut-ins at the hips to give it more definition and volume.

The new hair colour is really good too, adds another change besides the mask showing more of his face to show his growth from the last time we saw him. Like a visual sign he's mellowed out after the breakdown he had in the S1 finale. Especially love the grey-violet eye colour they gave him, it's really nice. And that visor.... I know it's a crime they hide half of his beautiful face, but it's also so exciting to catch glimpses of his fringe under it. And it does look cool, I can't lie.

And of course I have to point out the bullet earrings. Top tier design. Just immaculate. It's so distinct and memorable. It even got made into official merch. Just iconic.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? His name only gets a letter hacked off in the dub, thankfully, but I cannot take Varis seriously. It's a bit silly, but also in my first language it's spelled and sounds very close to a word for something less than pleasant =_=

OTP Datastormshipping my beloved, datastorm my everything. I can say so much about them but it would make this post even longer.

NOTP Datastorm is such an otp to me that I don't romantically ship either Ryoken or Yusaku with any other character. I don't think anything comes close to NOTP status for me with Ryoken though.

OT3 But I can accept Ai into the mix, since I see him and Yusaku as very queerplatonic.

Favourite card they use Am I basic if I say Borreload Dragon. I love that giant gun boy so much. The colour scheme is very nice, especially with the contrasting teal wings.

But also. Mirror Force is so iconic. It is SO FUNNY they had Revolver use Mirror Force and built it up so much. And for Link monsters it technically is! They can't be put in defense position! How effective it is makes it even funnier. You know he was having a blast blindsiding people with all these old trap cards.

Favourite moment they were in I can't pick one oh god-

Okay but, seriously I can't pick just one. He has so many good moments over the course of the show. All the duels against Yusaku. The first irl conversation he has with Yusaku. First time using Storm Access. Crashing the Ignis reunion party and curbstomping Windy into putty. The due against Lightning. The AFTERMATH of the duel against Lightning. Both duels against Takeru. The final scene between Ryoken and Yusaku. Yeah no I can't pick one. And a lot of his best moments are built from past scenes and the development he's had across the show.

Least favourite moment None, my perfect boy has done nothing wrong in his whole life- /j

[irenethewoman]

Mrs. Shelby- Chapter four- First Kiss

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In January 1919, Martha passed away. Even though I had expected it and had witnessed my parents being buried, I still couldn't accept it calmly. Little Maria clung to me, silently crying. I comforted her as I listened to the black priest's eulogy and looked at Martha's life summed up on her grave. I was in a daze at the funeral.

Afterward, little Maria and I walked together on the cemetery path. She greeted Uncle Tommy, who had arrived, but I couldn't make out their conversation. Ada took Maria away, and Tommy and I decided to take a walk.

Ever since I shared my life story with him that night, Thomas had been awkward around me. He thought I couldn't accept the gap in our status, but he was wrong. Chelsea's greenhouse flowers can't survive in Birmingham's mud, but I didn't feel like arguing with him now.

We walked in silence through the cold January wind in the cemetery. "Maria really likes you," Tommy said. "She's a lot like Martha, always seeing the best in this sad world." Talking about Martha made my heart ache. From a lively person to a cold grave, maybe Maria, Ada, and I would meet the same fate.

"What are you afraid of?" Tommy asked.

"What?" I didn't believe his blue eyes could read my thoughts.

"Our mother is buried here too." He pointed to a nearby tombstone with unclear engravings. It was all Shelbys around. I didn't ask about his father.

"Is your mother the same?" I asked.

"What?" He looked puzzled, a rare expression on him that made me proud.

"I was thinking, the women here all seem similar. They marry honest factory workers or knife-edge gangsters, have children, and care for the family until they die. A few lines on the tombstone summarize decades of life, only mentioning their father's surname, husband's surname, and children, but not themselves."

"I'm afraid I'll share the same fate," I admitted, placing a white lily on Mrs. Shelby's grave.

"Are you scared?" Tommy found this interesting.

"Of course. Do you think my privileged background means I'm not afraid of running away alone? Or is it cowardly to admit fear? I think it's brave to admit fear and still do it. I was afraid when I left home, when I lived penniless on the street, when I faced Polly, and when I shot 99 people. I said proudly. I don't know if my tombstone will someday read 'The brave and fearless Miss Diana Turner'—sounds more exciting than 'Mrs. So-and-so.'"

"Do you know how to use a gun?" I showed him the pistol Polly gave me and removed the bullets. "Don't underestimate women, Mr. Shelby."

"Thomas, or Tommy."

"What?"

"You can call me Tommy." His blue eyes, usually gloomy, now held a gentleness that I wished was meant for me.

After the funeral, my relationship with Thomas changed. We played chess and discussed business. I became concerned about him, especially when he woke me up to warm milk for the children.

One night, Thomas woke me up again. "For God's sake!" I sat up, frustrated. "Is there something you have to say at night?"

"That's not a motorcycle. This afternoon, my men stole motorcycles from the factory. I was there."

"That's a gun! Diana, it's munitions!"

I was stunned, listening to him list his trophies. "So many arms... Where are you hiding them?"

"Charlie's yard, where you were today."

I realized that with so many arms lost, London would investigate. But these arms could be a bargaining chip. We looked into each other's eyes and then kissed.

[readgi]

Family Line makes me think a lot about Megumi, especially this time of the year.

"How the holidays will always hurt. I watch the parents with their little girls and wonder what I did to deserve this."

How he must have felt those first holidays without his father, just him and Tsumiki. How they saw families hanging out and enjoying their time together, happily, while he and Tsumiki spent dark nights with nothing but an empty house and no one but each other, 2 kids trying to survive alone.

"I can't forget, I can't forgive you. 'Cause now I'm scared that everyone I love will leave me."

This kind of impression stays on a child, no matter what Megumi says I faithfully believe that whenever he thought of his father (although it didn't happen often, after all it was just a blurred silhouette in his memory), resentment, anger and - perhaps, Who knows - a little sadness accompanied it.

("God, I have my father's eyes, but my sister's when I cry. I can run, but I can't hide from my family line." That part just hurts.)

[bijou-dame]

Okay more fanfic bc I want to and bc my favorite boi makes an appearance and I will not stop until I get to HIM.

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A guide to not fit in

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Tw: slight mentions of child abuse

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The car drive there was insanely boring, I wasn't allowed to get my phone till I was done with all my chores - which I couldn't do, so I just didn't get it- and even though he knew it was a long, LONG car ride, 2 hours actually, he still wouldn't let me have it to keep me from losing my damned mind. So all I had to do for the long, boring 2 hours was idoly pick and prod the bandages on my face, and sit there looking out the window, not even a book, I mean at least he put on music but it was his boomer music so... Also bad. But finally after a gazillion hours, I almost miss it with how zoned out I am but out of the corner of my eye I see something that looks like a light at the end of the tunnel, a town sign the read in big words "WELCOME TO MULTISENYLE!" The town name, and I was just as bad as the first time I read it. I mean really how hard is it to name a town, like it's so uncreative, and just weird, like Multisenyle??? Come on dude, it really can't be all that hard.

As I Finnish up my condescending thoughts on the towns name we FINALLY get to our destination, a moderately sized, nice looking, two story house with a moving truck right in front of it. I take a quick glance over at the neighbors and almost immediately regret it, next to our house is a big, mansion like three story house. Wow talk about rich trash, bet in a broken down town like this, the rich garbage will be 'kind as can be'. And like really I get it you're rich, you really don't have to try that hard, to tell everyone else that, if I was whoever lives there I would have chosen a GOOD town and not washed up gangs and trash.

My internal monologuing getting out of hand I stop and continue into the house, lucky for me father paid to have everything moved in by others. Of course I'm not all too thankful especially after that drive, I mean I really have to get up and move, like now, and I mean really move not just around the house. " Hey dad" I say with hints of hesitation "Can I got out and... Meet everyone in the neighborhood? It's always good to make a first impression." I reason. He sighs, I mildly slump at this knowing the answer almost robotically by now, "Just be back before dark." He sighs with a fake smile... wait what? Did he just say yes??? I try to hide my visible surprise but fail, luckily for me father was turned away "o-ok, I'll make sure to be back sir." I say with hints of excitement, as I do so he motions me off with his hand, and I try my best to not run out the door, and slam it behind me.

'Well' I think to myself, finally getting the fresh air 'time to meet the neighbors.' I silently sigh to myself the rich family being our only neighbors that seem to want to be bothered, I jog over with a false sense of urgency, stop at the door, take a deep breath, put on my best convincing smile, and knock... I hear slite shuffling... It sounds like it's getting closer... And to my honest surprise, someone actually answers. "Hello sir, my name is cross," I say, looking up to even look him in the eyes "and I just moved in next door and my father wanted me to make a good first impression on the neighbors!" A little white lie but it won't hurt anyone. "Ahh yes." He states calmly, and with undertones of surprise"I remember hearing something about someone moving in, I did not think it would be so close." Saying the last part quieter, to and himself before taking a brief pause to look over. 'my God, is this man 6.11 or something' I silently think to myself while trying my damned best to look him in the eyes. "Well," he starts "It good that someone taught you to respect your elders, I couldn't say the same for my 'son'" he says son with a far darker tone, I mildly shudder " well hello to you too son, you may simply call me Mr.Geer, it's a pleasure to meet you, I would get my son down here, I think he's about your age, but he is out right now, but if you go around town you might find him, His name is Epic..." After that we continued to talk for a few more minutes, he seems quite pleasant, and I found out he was a world class boxer and his wife Moopey was a famous scientist and lawyer, talk about set, I mean God I which I was their kid I would have everything that I would have ever wanted. But after the surprisingly pleasant conversation I decided to get on my way, and go into town.

The way to town was again surprisingly pleasant and really helped me get up and get moving, the town was not as pleasant but luckily uneventful, I remembered that I had money in my jacket if I wanted to buy anything, I only bought some chocolate though and when I saw how low the sun was on the horizon I decided that I had overstayed my welcome and almost panicky sprint home, well not really sprint or run but speed walking through the crowd of people, I remember asking about before being late and decide if I want to make it home in time and NOT get smacked then I should take the alley way, and with the thought of violence placed on the table I do what I believe is the smartest choice, and go through the dark, dingy, unlit alley way, and while definitely not my brightest idea I was trying not to get hit so, yeah. And the unsafe but faster way bights me in the ass way quicker than I expected, as at first I feel a slight pull on my hood, then suddenly the ground gets pulled out beneath me, and I hear a mildly sadistic sounding laugh come from above me, then I hear the sound of shoes dropping on metal, and finally a person in right in front of me, holding a knife... Well I have to admit universe, I did not see that one coming.

After my second of initial surprise I analyze the boy in front of me, he has deep purple hair covered with a light purple hoodie and deeper near black purple visor, you could see that he was wearing a white turtle neck underneath the hoodie, and on top of it all was a sleeveless puffer jacket the same color as the visor, he was wearing simple black long pants with white stripes, tucked into brown boots, and thought I couldn't see it all too clearly he had black gloves on, along with what looked to be a scar along his face and coming down from one eye, not that EYE could see them. Once I was finished with my once over I put on a surprisingly good poker face and glared at him with enough force to shatter steel. Seeing this he just laughs again, this time a, much sweeter, almost calming laugh, I mentally smack myself at that thought." Wow" he begins in a cute(?) Mildly raspy voice, I curse myself "Just wow, I didn't realize someone as pretty as you would be such an easy catch," I blush at the comment "well guess that would make you the ignorant, stupid type," he sighs, I glare daggers through him "well you know what they say it's always the good looking one's that end up stupid." I get annoyed at his comment and snap back in a violent tone "Who are you and what do you want, asshole." He laughs again at the snarky tone and happily responds "The names Epic, Epic Geer or 012, call me whatever. And you'll be seeing me around so don't cry when you see people not even half as good looking as me, I know, Everyone round here is a site to behold, I'm lucky I found someone as good looking, and handsome as you to keep me company." He says the last part with a flirtatious tone, I'm a little too shocked to respond. "Well I'm sorry to do this but, it's time to CUT out time short" he sighs "oh I'm gonna miss your pretty face." He takes another second to get a really good look at me, and much to my delight cuts me down, unfortunately while I was preoccupied with his constant flirting, and getting down the boy 'Epic' nabbed my bandana, and by the time I had noticed he was already gone, I sigh one last time and look up to see how much time that costed me, not much but I really did just sprint home this time.

By the time I got near my house I was a panting, sweating mess, but the sun was not down yet, which went no smacks for me today. I slow down my pace from jogging to speed walking and as I take a look to my left I remember something, something that Mr.Geer had said he said he had a son named Epic, that was about my age, I think back to the boy and remember that he said his name was Epic Geer, that can't be just a quintessence, and for a second I stop, right in front of the Geer household, I stare and I think...

What should I do?

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Well that was the story I'm writing this at 10, yay me cross now has a decision to make, and for this fic he will make the 'best' choices that will lead to the real ending, and the one you want the 'best' ending per say. There will be other 'choices' like this thought the fic, one I'll probably make spin off fics with the alternative choice's they wouldn't be long one chapter at most, but I have a lot planned so stay tuned, and have a good day/night.

[libertastandem]

lyrics that make me think of the Todoroki siblings (especially Dabi) and Shigaraki

Don't say it isn't fair

You clearly weren't aware that you made me miserable

I don't relate to you

I don't relate to you, no

'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty

You made me hate this city

You were my everything

And all that you did was make me fucking sad

I could talk about every time that you showed up on time

But I'd have an empty line 'cause you never did

You ruined everything good

Always said you were misunderstood

Made all my moments your own

Just fucking leave me alone

She said you were a hero, you played the part

But you ruined her in a year, don't act like it was hard

How dare you?

And how could you?

Will you only feel bad when they find out?

If you could take it all back, would you?

Does it keep you in control?

For you to keep her in a cage?

Try not to abuse your power

I know we didn't choose to change

You might not wanna lose your power

But power isn't pain

And you don't seem to understand

A shame you seemed an honest man

And all the fears you hold so dear

Will turn to whisper in your ear

And you don't seem the lying kind

A shame that I can read your mind

And all the things that I read there

Candlelit smile that we both share

I say they're just the ones who gave me life

But I truly am my parents' child

Scattered 'cross my family line

God, I have my father's eyes

But my sister's when I cry

I can run, but I can't hide

From my family line

Jesus can always reject his father

But he cannot escape his mother’s blood

He’ll scream and try to wash it off of his fingers

But he’ll never escape what he’s made up of

Tell me a story

About how it ends

Where you're still the good guy

I'll make pretend

'Cause I hate this story

Where happiness ends and dies with you

Praying I'd be like you

Doing all of the things that you do

And I still do

And that scares me

I'm tired of you, still tied to me

You were born bluer than a butterfly

Beautiful and so deprived of oxygen

Colder than your father's eyes

He never learned to sympathize with anyone

I don't blame you

But I can't change you

Don't hate you

But we can't save you

You were born reaching for your mother's hands

Victim of your father's plans to rule the world

Too afraid to step outside

Paranoid and petrified of what you've heard

I am the monster you created

You ripped out all my parts

And worst of all, for me to live, I gotta kill the part of me that saw

That I needed you more

I hope you know we had everything

And you broke me and left these pieces

I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and

I want you to lose like I lose when I play

Oh, what could have been

Why don't you love who I am?

What we could have been

And the worst part is

I loved you

I loved you

I loved you it's true

And sometimes I feel like

I still fucking do

[lyric-thats-neat]

When the heart sinks

When the curtains begin to rise, when I'm seconds away from a big interview, when I make sure I dress up good enough for the big date. It happens

My heart races a bit faster, feeling as if it decides to bungee jump straight from my chest down to my stomach and back up again. Slowly climbing into place as my breathing quickens. The hairs on the back of my neck stand high. Reaching for whatever type of reality I have around me. Table, floor, chair, wall.

It's excitement, it's worry, it's panic.

In...out..

Call it fight or flight, or straight adrenaline. Its still this feeling deep in your brain. Where all you can think about is running as fast as possible. Especially from your parents.

This feeling, is in all of us. The pure race on your chest where the air feels different in your lungs and throat. Through my own time and conversation, it's very fragile to set It off.

As quick as a needle in fabric..the rush doesn't waste a second...it hides in the darkest corners of your mind. Waiting for the perfect moment to give you the signal to run.

Table, floor, chair, wall.

Email at 3:41 pm

Table, floor, chair, wall

'Emergency management resources- active shooter-

There it is. There's that rush...run.

Table, floor, chair, wall, stairs, outside, scream.

What if it's downstairs, maybe you can't hear it because your not there. Maybe the sounds are climbing. You need to run. It's not the school's responsibility, it's yours. Your life is not on their hands. You are not their fault.

Run.

If you don't go down the right way you'll never see your friends again. Warm hugs, bright laughs, welcoming faces stripped underneath your feet and it's all your fault. It's all your fault because you were too scared to watch the video. You were too scared to settle with the fact that every day you sign a waiver. Every day you realize the last thing you said to your mom was see you next week and not I love you or growing guilt in your stomach that God forbid you took care of your mental health once to sacrifice the relationship with your father

The Offices of Human Resources and Public Safety would like to remind our campus community about resources available for emergency management situations. One such resource is our Active Shooter Training video

My eyes are racing. My body is shaking..for a video at 3:41 pm. I have to watch. I have to sit there, my heart has skydived. Plumting thousands of feet below me to make sure that 'I'm? Suppose to take the measurements'

[starry-blue-echoes]

WELL ✨✨✨✨✨✨

if you go to the very start of his journey, it sorta starts similarly to how Jonathan's began in the sens of there's a stretch of time that's them all sitting there like "okay, this seems mostly normal, wonder how it's gonna go sideways." At the very least Joseph's playful nature and jokes relieve some of the sadness from Jonathan's death and bring some energy back, plus it's always fun to watch crooked cops and racists get their asses handed to them ✨

Straizo's betrayal pisses off and hurts everyone, Jonathan most of all. Learning that the man he had fought alongside had became the very thing they'd attempted to destroy and presumably killed his best friend was really just piling more onto an already overflowing emotional weight

But the Pillarmen themselves....... holy shit do things get wild. Joseph hadn't explained much about the Pillarmen themselves, just that he was training Hamon to fight them. It wasn't that he was purposefully hiding anything, he just didn't really see any reason to bring it up. Beside it's not like anyone asked

So when they watch Joseph nearly die? Watch him just barely talk his way out of it? How he has to spend every waking and even sleeping moment training so he can stand a chance when the fight inevitably comes?

Yeah not fun

My personal headcanon is that Jonathan and Joseph's lessons were very different. Jonathan was just generally being taught Hamon, how to use it, how to experiment with it, the philosophical aspects of it, etc etc where meanwhile Joseph had been trained to maximize his power and efficiency. And given how everyone watched Jonathan train, they'd now be able to pick apart the details

(also speaking of Hamon and vampires, I like to think that Joseph and Jotaro were paying extra good attention during Jonathan's training and the fight with Dio for any possible weakness vampires had, and also that when they're done watching everyone and back to "reality" Joseph ends up teaching Jotaro how to use Hamon)

And honestly? They don't really like Lisa Lisa that much. They understand the gravity of this situation of course and that Joseph needs to be prepared, and in the end they do ultimately respect her for that, but they're also pretty close to Joseph and seeing him in this situation is awful to watch. They wish it didn't have to be this way, that Joseph could've had more time and didn't have to fight literal GODS who wiped out nearly the entire Hamon Clan thousands of years ago. If you want to get specific, their dislike is more toward the situation as a whole, it's just that Lisa Lisa happens to be playing a role in it

(Giorno especially takes issue with Lisa Lisa as she reminds him a lot of his mother which..... isn't fun to deal with)

But..... well there's nothing they can do about it. This is the hand Joseph's been dealt, and there is some comfort in knowing Joseph will survive in the end

This also adds a slightly different type of tension to everything because out of everyone, Joseph is the only one who strictly has to do this. For the most part, the others could all technically leave and stop their journey and turn a blind eye to everything that's happening. For all of them, the thing that kept them going were for the sake of others, and sure for a few in the long run it would benefit them, there was no reason it NEEDED to be them. Jonathan didn't want Dio to hurt people, Jotaro wanted to save his mother, Josuke wanted to keep Morioh safe, Giorno wanted to stop the drug trade, Jolyne wanted her father's disc back. Theoretically there was no threat to them, just those around them and the world as a whole. But Joseph...... while there is a pretty high chance of death even if he does train and fight the Pillarmen, his death is guaranteed if he doesn't fight

So even though he can't see them, they offer encouragement. They do what they can to keep an eye on things and think of plans to make things go better to share with Joseph when he comes back

Caesar's death........ not fun, not fun at all. It hurts even more considering the last thing he and Joseph had done was fight, and Caesar's sacrifice reminds Jonathan painfully of Zeppeli's. Jonathan's also actually the one to discover they aren't tethered to Joseph this time since no one actually explained the "rules" of how all this works in depth. He was mostly going along with how everyone else was doing it and when the fight happens he ended up trying to follow Caesar only to everyone's surprise it works

It's not all doom and gloom at least. Joseph repeatedly manages to make light of terrifying situations which make it a bit easier to bare, and seeing him think circles around his enemies was a joy to watch. Him arriving at his own funeral got more than a couple laughs out of everyone involved and was a thankfully light hearted end to it all in stark contrast to Jonathan's own end

So I just realized I never explained how I thought the memory aspect of Peanut Gallery would work so hERE IT IS NOW-

Basically, I think that upon first returning to reality, they don’t remember jack. Not about their adventure, not about the other’s adventures, not even the fact that anything happened at all, nothing

But then the second their adventure finishes. The night they awake after last “scene” from their series plays out…….

then they get hit with EVERYTHING

Unfortunately Jonathan and Joseph are both kinda fucked. Jonathan has no way to avoid his death, and because Jonathan died there’s no one with future knowledge to change how Joseph’s adventure goes

But Jotaro…… Jotaro’s going to have a chance

And how much do you think this is going to hurt Joseph at first when the boy is born. Knowing that such a small, helpless infant is someday going to have to face such hardship

Not alone though. Joseph refuses. His precious grandson had been so alone the first time, but he refuses to let it happen. He’d seen the scars it had left behind and Jotaro didn’t deserve that. Not again

But this also brings in the strangeness of the relations between all the living and present Jojo’s. The ones with their memories would be stuck with the ones without not recognizing them, and how much do you think that would hurt? Heck, when Joseph realizes Jotaro doesn’t remember, even during the trip to Egypt, he might begin to worry that he was alone in his memories. That he’d be the only one knowing where the future would lead yet be held back by the chains of old age, his body and mind wasting away with time.

Hell, in this version he might even end up continuing to practice Hamon because as much as he loves Suzie, he can’t bring himself to put his descendants’s lives on the line, can’t bring himself to put the entire UNIVERSE on the line. Jolyne’s adventure cannot happen a second time because it would kill so, so many innocent lives and Joseph wouldn’t be able to burden that guilt knowing he could’ve done something

……but then Jotaro remembers. He wakes up the day after they return to Japan and asks to speak with him and he remembers

Perhaps it was selfish to feel so happy, ignorance is bliss after all and Jotaro is merely 17, but Joseph couldn’t deny the surge of hope at the fact he wasn’t alone in what he knew anymore

and then eventually Josuke remembers. And even Giorno.

By the time the year 2011 rolls around without anything noteworthy(they’d tracked down and killed Pucci ages ago), Joseph is able to breathe a sigh of relief

His family is safe

And he didn’t have to do it alone

[cahmilo]

Hii, I have a request, a Camilo x fem!reader. Can you maybe write a fluff one shot where cami and the reader are always cuddling. Like they can see each other during their chores and just hug or kiss then go back to what they were doing. Have a nice day

Cuddle Bug ㅡ camilo m.

pairing: camilo madrigal x female reader

genre: pure fluff

tags: established relationship, pda, cuddles, kisses, camilo is lovesick, reader is pampered

a/n: thank you for the request and i hope you like it! i kind of had a similar drabble in my drafts so i hope you don't mind me adding some especially in the last T^T

"Gracias, Señora, I'll make sure to deliver the rest of the jams later afternoon!" You gestured to the middle-aged woman whom you were sent to deliver freshly made jam from your family business.

The woman sent her regards and you started to walk back home, dusting your dress from the dust. You had a moment of silence through the walk home before you heard whining from a familiar voice until you were tackled into a back hug.

"Cami!" You didn't need to think twice who it was. Turning around, you extended your arms and gave the love of your life a very-big bear hug. The boy in turn, let out a squeak as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Amor! I haven't seen you all day!" Camilo mumbled, his breath tickling your neck. "You smell like honey..."

Hearing his small comment made you burst out in laughter, hugging the boy tighter as you sway. "Yeah, a girl doing chores in her family's honey farm smelling like honey? Weird right?"

Camilo pulled away from the hug and pouted at you, still having his hands on your waist. "I haven't seen you for long and you already make snarky remarks at your boyfriend?"

"I'm just kidding mi vida!!!" You exclaimed, squishing his cheeks and tapping his nose. "How were the kids today?" Your eyes widened slightly after you realized your choice of words. Why did that make me sound like a mother?

Camilo was taken aback from the way you worded the question, but shrugged it away swatting his imaginations running wild in his head. "They were a handful! The coffee kid kept climbing on me and Cecilia kept singing I feel like my ear was bleeding and Jose's kid kept hiding that he almost hid in the oven and I didn't notice! God knows what else would happen if I forgot!"

"Jeez" You furrowed your eyebrows, moving away to hold his hand whilst you walk back to the middle of town. "I don't know where you get your patience from"

"Can't blame them. Mi papi said it's my karma because I was exactly like that as a kid."

"Based from the white hair from your father I can already tell how much of a handful you are" You ruffled his hair, making him grumble and sulk playfully.

"Yeah yeah I'm getting a taste of my own medicine. But since I had a long day and you kept making fun of me, I think you owe me something in return" He said as he stopped his tracks to turn back and face you.

You saw his mischievous grin and tilted your head, figuring out the sneaky plan he had in mind. "And that is-?"

The end of your sentence got cut off as you were interrupted by your own squeal as Camilo suddenly turned around and duck down, grabbing your thighs as he lifts you up, carrying you on his back. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around his neck while you bury your head in his fluffy hair while he runs for his life and you are left yelling.

"CUDDLES!"

—

"It's quite convenient how you had to carry me all the way here" You mumbled, munching on an arepa that Camilo gave to you.

Both of you were now at the Casita courtyard, cuddling on one of the hammocks. Yeah, three hammocks in the room and both of you just had to crunch in only one. You were half sitting and lying down while Camilo was close to dozing off on top of you. His head was lying comfortably on your chest and his legs were entangled with yours. While snacking, your other hand was playing with his hair and Camilo was fighting with all of his might not to pass out right then and now.

"I can stay here all I want, no ones gonna look for me all the way here" You heard Camilo mumbling against the fabric of your top, voice groggy from his sleepiness.

You chuckled at him and your voice along with the vibrations from your torso practically sends his heart fluttering to the edge of the world. He buries his face even more, hiding his face that showed a mixture between sleepy and flustered. Boy he is so whipped for you.

"We need to go eventually milo, we both have chores to do" You trailed off, dusting your hands after finishing the last bite of the arepa as you took the advantage and played with his fluffy curls. All the more reason for Camilo to just melt.

You can hear him whine. "5 more minutes"

"Okay, but roll over you're heavy"

Thank God you both didn't fall from the hammock who was clinging for its life holding both of your weight. Now, your head was on the crook of Camilo's neck while his hands wrap around your waist. You can feel yourself slowly dozing off, and his soft mellow singing made it even worse as you passed out in his arms.

—

"My back hurts" You complained for the 34674th time to Mirabel who was busy washing the jars while you were sitting on a desk fiddling with the stickers for the jar.

"What happened to you this time?"

"Dozed off with Camilo on your hammocks at home, forgot to wake up for the next chores and the next thing you know, Casita just yeeted us off and sent us flying to the ground!"

"At least it woke you up. Both of you sleep like logs I don't blame Casita" Mirabel snickered.

You gave her a playful offended gaze. "Hey! Show some compassion here your best friend is in pain"

"Oh Y/N, if you're talking about pain let's not just count the fact that I have to hold myself and NOT throwing up when you and mi primo stick to each other like bugs on a leaf"

"You set us up together so it's your fault-" "I THOUGHT IT WOULDN'T MAKE IT PAST THE FIRST DATE-"

"Y/N MI AMOR!" Speaking of the devil...

Once again, you were trapped in a bear hug by none other than your lover. Camilo wrapped his arms around you and peppered kisses on the side of your cheeks making you laugh.

"Hola amor, why are you so giddy all of a sudden" You turned around and gave him a peck in the lips. He really seemed so energetic and full of energy as if he didn't just fall off the hammock like you did.

"Playing hide and seek with the children outside, I have a minute before I go back and seek them"

"Can you two please get a room-" Both of you threw a deadpanned look at Mirabel who absolutely ruined the moment.

"Ugh" You groaned sarcastically. "You should set her up with one of your friends"

Camilo nodded, still having his arms around you. "Later, I have time to crunch here" His attention went back to you as he hugged you tighter with a squeal.

"You're adorable cami, but you need to go back to the kids" You motioned to the clock that was ticking. He looked back at you, pouting. Leaving a last peck on his lips, he ran away back to continue his babysitting duties.

"Y/N."

"What is it now Mira?"

"Stop smiling like that it's creepy"

"Shut up"

—

"Sure, Señora. I can accompany Camilo while taking care of little Lia" You smiled enthusiastically as you bent down your knees to meet the little girl's eyes. She had a shy demeanor but slowly warmed up to you once you pulled flower crown and put it on her. "No need to worry, niñita, we'll take care of you okay?" She nodded slowly. You opened your arms and she slowly walked up to your embrace.

"Muchas gracias, Y/N. Lo siento for the short notice but I had no choice but to let her stay here." The same middle-aged woman whom you had packaged delivered had a sad look on her face. But you understood.

After you promised to deliver the rest of the jams, she pointed out that her niece, Lia had to be babysit while she travels upside for her work. Luckily, you and Camilo were trustworthy enough to take care of her for the night. Little Lia basically grew up under your care due to close family ties but there are times where she can be reserved and shy.

"It's alright Señora, no worries! She's safe in mi casa" You gave her a smile as she greets her niece goodbye. With good timing, Camilo arrived in your house bringing a bunch of play toys he brought from Lia's house.

"Who is up for a game of jenga?!" "ME!"

—

Was Camilo too young to have this imagery in his mind? The thought of you and him as a family, with little yous and hims running around the house with energy they got from Camilo, was he insane?

But he can't help it. After he cleaned the dishes after dinner, he walked up to your room to see you and Lia cuddled together in a blanket he gifted to you. The sight of this made his heart swell with love and admiration. Little Lia was snuggled in your arms, fast asleep while you held her tight, nearly close to sleeping.

Camilo walked closer to you to tuck a stray strand of hair from your face to the back of the ear, his hand cupped and his thumb stroking your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes and met his soft warm hazel ones.

"Were you able to give her a bath before sleeping?" He whispered as he motioned to the little girl in your arms. You nodded, giving him a soft smile. His heart fluttered and if he were to be honest, he was about to cry in pure happiness.

You patted to the other side of the bed, urging him to lie beside you. He followed, fiddling through the sheets as he spooned you. His arms slithered through your waist and brought you and Lia closer.

"Is it weird if I say we look like a family now?" He whispered, voice giving shivers to your spine.

"Yes. Whatever you're thinking, keep it to yourself"

He laughed. "I was kidding mi vida. But this entire thing is adorable though"

"It is..." You let go of Lia, putting her in a more comfortable position as you turned around and snuggled closer to Camilo. He giggled at you burying yourself in his chest and fiddled with the locks of your hair.

"It's strange you know, when we met you wouldn't even walk up to me in a kilometer radius and now you're never off of me" You trailed off, looking at Camilo who held in a silent laugh.

It was indeed strange for the both of you. A few months ago, you never talked to him or even spared a glace at each other. Not until Mirabel got dared to set up two of her friends for a blind date. Not really thinking it through, she chose you and Camilo, oblivious as to how that small detail would change both of your lives. The moment you two spent the evening basking under the moonlight in the nearby garden, something sparked. You noticed him, and he noticed you. Since then, you two were inseparable and as much as Mirabel spent teasing you both, she lowkey loved your relationship and how she was the one to make it happen. Oftentimes she even gets jealous for not having a relationship of her own.

At any time of the day when the people from the town sees you and Camilo in the same place, you are both either cuddling or holding hands. And it was strange too since both of you weren't the type to be physical with anyone else. You were only touchy to your family and Camilo was only physically affectionate with his mother, both of which were only seen in private. How odd that even in public, its always both of you who are stuck to each other like glue. Oftentimes when you pass by each other during chores, there was never a moment where you two didn't hug or kiss.

How strange, truly. But you wouldn't trade it for anything else. Right now, it seemed as if the stars realigned themselves, like how Mirabel restored the Miracle, she also shared some of the magic with you. A perfect sun and moon with Camilo as the sunshine and you as his moonlight.

"We both owe this to Mirabel. You didn't even notice my existence until she got dared to" He commented.

"Hey! I was busy with my chores, who knew that there was a cute boy walking around the town that I could have swooned over wi-" Your response got interrupted by a tug from your shirt. Turning around, you saw Lia who was stirring awake.

Before you were about to speak, Lia suddenly stood up and crawled between you and Camilo, lying back down and going back to sleep. You and Camilo exchanged gazes, both flustered and stunned at the sudden move from the little girl. Camilo then sent you a smirk, raising his eyebrows.

"We definitely look like a family now" He mouthed, afraid that a whisper would wake the little girl.

You scrunched your face stuck out your tongue and ushered to sleep, cuddling both figures in front of you.

Again, you wouldn't trade this for the world. You silently thanked the universe for letting this happen. Finally dozing off to sleep, you failed to think about Mirabel's reaction when she barges in to your room in the morning and sees you and her cousin snuggled in bed with a little girl.

And boy did you fail to anticipate the amount of teasing once Mirabel brings back a camera and takes a hecka load of pictures of you. Like she said, both of you do sleep like logs that you wouldn't even notice.

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[rainydayarcaneimagines]

could write an imagine where female reader has angel wings and viktor asks to touch them, but you ask him to do more, help you to comb them.

I appreciate all the requests you made, thank you thank you

It was rather hard to ignore in Heimerdinger's class. One day he looked up and just saw feathers. He did a double take of course, questioning if they were real or not. Then you sneezed and they shot open, knocking over a classmates' notebook. You had wings. Actual wings.

Born from a race thought to be extinct you were born with a set of wings. You were referred to as "The Seraph" and many theorized your birth to be a sign of the end. However your father took you out of the religious fanatical area and moved to Piltover. There you took classes to at least try to lead a somewhat normal life. Still the name Seraph followed you though, many students referring to you as such. You kept to yourself with the exception of one very stubborn healer in training named Lux who became your roommate.

"Sorry- God sorry Lux!" You whispered. "I'm good!" She said, sticking up her hand with a thumbs up. "I hit your face." You said. "Ain't the first time, won't be the last Y/n." She said leaning up. "Is everything alright over here?" Viktor asked, making you jump back and whack Lux again. "Ow" Lux winced. "Sorry! Fuck!" You whined. Viktor rose a brow and you closed your eyes tight. "Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts." You chanted as if it were a personal mantra. Your wings closed. "Sorry they uh.... the wings get out of control if I sneeze or get too scared." You said. "Ah." Viktor nodded looking at them. "Is everything alright?" Heimerdinger asked. "Yes professor" Viktor said. "Lux, are you alright my dear girl?" Heimerdinger asked. Her hand again, shot up with a thumbs up. "Good. Next page!" He said.

When class was over you and Lux went back to the dorms, you sitting on your bed across from her. "Sorry again for the-" "nah I love making people laugh. We have got to make a comedy routine." Lux said making you roll your eyes. You sighed. "I can't believe that that poor guy had to check on us." You mumbled. "Oh Viktor? That's Heimerdinger's assistant, I'm sure he doesn't mind something like that." Lux shrugged. "He had an accent." You remembered. "...Y/n, are you forming a crussshhh?" She teased. Your face went red.

Truth be told you had noticed Viktor the first time you saw him. It was hard to ignore the man with golden eyes. You didn't know his name before this point and to be fair until Viktor heard Lux say your name, he didn't know you either.

The next day, you walked into the class to see Viktor sitting in a chair near where your seat was. You sat down confused but didn't comment. Lux walked in minutes later with coffee. "Damn Gavin was running the stand, I had to CONVINCE him this coffee was for you." She said with a huff. "I told you not to date the coffee stand guy, especially because he was so judgy." You sighed, taking one of the coffees from her. Lux sat down and rose a brow, leaning forward to see across from you.

"Yo. Viktor, what drew you to our corner of the world?" Lux asked. "Nothing in particular." Viktor said, flipping the page in a book he was reading. "Nothing doesn't happen to be sitting next to you and has wings?" Lux asked. He looked up. "What are you implying?" "That you might be wanting to get to know my friend here." Lux said, wriggling her eyesbrows. You slid down in embarrassment, covering your face. "Say hi Y/n" Lux said. "I will force my wings to hit you." You huffed. "Bitch I can take it- OW!" she yelped as the left wing smacked her. Viktor lifted his book to hide the smirk on his face.

You didn't speak again until midway through tue lecture when your pen died. "Crap. Lux, do you have a pen?" You whispered. "No the last one got thrown across the room when you bitch slapped me with Señor Featherbutt." She said through her teeth. You sighed, slightly frustrated until Viktor handed you a pen. "I've got plenty." He whispered. You took it, your fingers grazing his for a brief moment. Your heart pounded before you turned back to your notebook.

When class ended, Viktor was somehow ahead of you. You got up, speedwalking to him. "Uh your pen." You said. He turned. "Ah. Thank you." Viktor nodded, taking it back. You opened your mouth to speak. "Dude, Gavin got into a fight with some dude, it's still going on and Ezreal said he's using the caramel dispenser as a weapon." Lux said. "...Right..." you nodded Viktor raising a brow. "There's a fight on campus?" Viktor asked. "...Yeaaahh prolly shouldn't have said this in front of you." Lux realized. "Show me." Viktor sighed.

You all walked to a small square where two men were fighting (not well either). "TASTE MY VENGEANCE DICK!" The man shrieked as he sprayed the other with whipped cream. "How is this not comedy gold to you?" Lux asked Viktor. Viktor rolled his eyes. "That is enough you two." Viktor sighed. "FUCK OFF!" the other man yelled. As the two men shuffled, one nearly knocked into Viktor until something very strange took place.

A flash of gold light blinded Viktor before both men were on the ground, cowering at the winged figure before them. "Heimerdinger's office. Now." You said in a booming voice. Both men nodded before bolting off. Your wings went back down you sighing. "What was that?" Viktor asked. "Intimidation technique. It's easy really." You said. Viktor blinked a few times before speaking. "I think I'm really going to enjoy having you in this class."

The next few days, Viktor's regular seat became the one near yours. He'd watch you carefully enough to notice when you were about to sneeze, him moving a small distance to avoid the spasm that happened to your wings. You, in exchange of the new closeness, taught him more about yourself. You only lost feathers if you were sick, which wasn't often. You were actually sensitive to people touching your wings, though in what way it was never said and the other thing you explained was that you couldn't stand the nickname people had for you.

When Viktor asked if there was truth behind the supposed holyness, you snorted and said "absolutely fucking not." You were just a tiny freak of nature according to your dad. Not a sign of the end, according to the priests in Ionia. Viktor asked if you could fly at one point and you chuckled. "I can. I don't typically though, unless I'm in a hurry." Was the answer. Which is why when Viktor was reading and felt a large gust, just to look up and see you and Lux covered in water it confused him.

"Why are you wet?" Viktor asked. "Raining cats-and and dogs- fuck I'm cold!" You shivered. Your wings spanned out in full length, shaking before retracting back. Viktor noticed a small twig undeneath one of the feathers, him pulling it out. You jumped, your face red. "You had a... twig." Viktor said, seeing your flustered expression. "GReAT tHAnkS!" You screeched out. "I'm gonna... go to the bAthroom!" You said, getting up and leaving. Lux snorted and Viktor blinked. "Should I have consulted her about the twig first? I'm confused." He said. "Well first off, you being able to touch the wings without getting smacked is a miracle within itself." She said. Viktor rose a brow. "But you touched the most sensitive part of her body dude." She chuckled. "Did I hurt her?" Viktor asked. Lux laughed. "What?" Viktor asked. "Sensitive. Viktor. Sensitive." She said. "Repeating the word isn't helping-" "Dude it's like a sweet spot." She finally said.

Viktor blinked. "...Oh." Viktor realized. "Not like a perverted thing but like scratching a cat under its chin. It's a weird way of affection, you probably just freaked her out." Lux said, pulling out her notebook. "Doesn't help she's got a massive crush on you either." Lux said under her breath. Viktor's eyss widened. "What?"Viktor asked. "Hmm?" Lux realized then she said that out loud. "Okay. Let's learn" you said sitting down. Viktor looked at you and then Lux, Lux shaking her head and putting a finger to her lips. Viktor shook his head.

"Good afternoon everyone!" Heimerdinger greeted. Scattered hellos went around the room. "Turn to page 556 please!" He said. You opened your textbook, Viktor looking at you. "What?" You whispered. "Do you like me?" He asked. Your face went red and Lux facepalmed. "What?" You said, a little louder than intended. "556. Did you not catch that Miss Y/n?" Heimerdinger asked. You cleared your throat. "I thought you said something different, my apologies professor." You lied. "No worries!" Heimerdinger shrugged.

You stared at your textbook, face turning red. "You didn't answer my question" Viktor whispered. "Not. Now." You whispered through gritted teeth. "Lux said you did." Viktor said. "Lux said what." You asked, slowly turning to Lux. "Ahaha....I'm sorry." She said nervously. "You're lucky we're in the middle of a lecture or else I'd be killing you" you said, with a grunt. "I would like to know your answer." Viktor whispered. "Do you have these notes to give me at a later time?" You asked him. "Everything he's teaching can be taught with the Laurence Guidebook in library." "Good. I'm leaving." You said before getting up.

"Oh. Is she not feeling well?" Heimerdinger asked. "It's the rain, we had to run in it. Viktor why don't you go and check on her!" Lux suggested. "I don't know your dorm. "Third floor, our names are on the whiteboard." Lux said.

Which is how Viktor found himself standing in front of the door that had a warning sign with the words "WARNING: May be fluffier than average." With a small drawing of a feather under it. He knocked on the door. "If that's you Lux, I'm not going to kill you." You said. "It's not." Viktor said. He heard sounds of shuffling before the door opened. "Viktor." You breathed. "I really would like an answer." He said. "...Come in" you sighed. He stepped in.

Two beds were on either side of the room, Lux's side was neat, a few posters on the wall about her home country. Your side was covered with different countries, implying you had otherwise been or had a passion for travel. "I do. Like you. By the way." You answered. Viktor sighed with relief, though to you it was unclear. "I am glad to hear that." Viktor said. "You are?" You asked, shocked by his answer. "Y/n, I have noticed you before I started sitting next to you." Viktor said. You swallowed a gulp down, looking at him. You were unsure on what to say. Viktor however seemed to acknowledge this, sliding his hands into yours. "Aside from your wings, I just say you're angelic all the way around." He said. "Actually proper depictions of angels are pretty much eyeballs and wings so I'm not sure how much of an accurate statement that is-" Viktor kissed you, you being shocked initally but eventually embraced it, pulling him closer with your wings. He smiled, you looking in his eyes.

You sat on your bed, talking to him about more personal things, getting know him aside from basic things. Your wings kept him close, almost like an arm wrapped around him. "Y/n, may I touch your wings?" He asked. You handed him a brush. "Do you want to brush them out? I have to because of the rain." You asked. He took the brush and immediately you felt his hands. They were calloused, yet still gentle. You seemed almost like a cat with the way your wings guided his hands. He smiled, feeling the soft feathers. "You have another twig in your feathers." Viktor chuckled.

"I said I could fly, I never said I was good at flying." You said making Viktor snort.

[starlitangels]

Thank you! I honestly just love rambling about my dice lol—I love mine and I love other people's!

Isn't the Toothless bag adorable! My husband got a blue bag with a gold Triforce from Zelda embroidered from the same booth at the convention but I saw Toothless and went "Pwease??? *puppy dog eyes*" and we bought it lol I have another dice bag that holds all my basic dice that I loan to friends with "If the DM smiles, it's already too late" embroidered into it

Yeah my liquid core ones look similar!

Yeah, half-mermaid in a Viking-themed campaign. Half-mermaid obviously isn't an official race, but I homebrewed the race stat sheet years ago and when my current DM announced the Viking-themed game I sent him the race sheet and went "Please can I be this race?!" and he was like "That fits so well. Do it!" And I did it.

I have a little bit scattered around about that character on this blog... I drew her with a bit of her backstory here and here (<- Links)(The second one is baaad because I was still very new to drawing after a long time of not drawing at all.)

The long story short of her is:

Her name is Maelia Aria Ptolian (the P is silent so it's pronounced Toll-ee-an). She is a Level 15 College of Lore Bard (I have 2 melee boys in my party. I can be a a spellcaster-concentrated bard). She is 26-27 years old, 5'4" with hair and a tail so dark purple they're black at first glance. Her eyes are also purple. She is fair-skinned—and her freckles are bioluminescent.

She does not have darkvision because of this. Her kind light up their underwater cities with their own natural light so they don't need it. When she needs to be stealthy she ties a bandana around her face (the freckles on her shoulders are almost always covered by her clothing and armor)

She has a 40ft swim speed but only a 20ft walking speed for a Medium creature because her mermaid-tail spine bones don't like magically fusing into human leg bones and she's in chronic pain whenever she walks. (The rest of my party has 35ft base speed and up. I drive them crazy lol)

She got abducted from the ocean at the age of 7 and sold into a circus. She doesn't remember her life in the ocean. The circus owner was very abusive to everyone in the circus, including her.

His son was the only thing that kept her alive. He would sneak into the small side-show tent with her tank inside the owner didn't know she could have legs and mermaids are more novelty than a mermaid in human form anyway and bring her food, clean her tank, teach her how to speak Common, teach her to walk, all that jazz.

His name is Shay which yes I did just yoink directly from Siren's Son ASMR's pirate captain character leave me alone. He's three years older than her. So when she was 7 and abducted, he was 10.

Anyway, she's in captivity for 6 years, getting beaten by Shay's father. It gets worse as she gets older and Shay's father realizes her voice has magic in it aka she can cast Charm Person once per day without using a spell slot lol

When she's 13 and Shay is 16, Shay's had enough of his father's cruelty. He burns the circus tents and frees as many of the captives as he can before he sets Maelia's tent on fire, scoops her out of the murky water of her tank, and takes off running into the night.

They make it to the shore and Shay sets her in the water and tells her to leave. She begs him to come with, but he can't survive in the frigid waters long-term. They're about to get found by adult circus workers who were searching, so Shay dives into the water and Maelia grabs him and they swim around the shoreline until they make it to the proper harbor, where Maelia deposits him in a rowboat attached to a merchant ship and climbs in with him to hide. They stay there together until morning when the crew of the merchant ship (The Thunder God's Rage) find them.

The captain never had children of his own but always wanted children so he takes them in. Especially because Maelia is a terrified, skinny-from-malnourishment child and Shay is a strong, muscular young man who can help out on the ship.

They spend a long time together on the ship. Shay ends up becoming a Fighter to keep up with the fact that Maelia's becoming a bard by her own talent.

When Maelia is 18 and Shay is 21, he finally confesses his feelings for her. They get together and spend the next 5 years happy.

When she's 23 and he's 26, the ship gets attacked by other Vikings. Maelia, as a bard with lower HP than a fighter, is the first to go down. The last thing she saw as she passed out was the other ship's captain swinging a sword at Shay's head.

When she wakes up, Shay is gone and in the pandemonium, no one saw where he went or what happened to him. To this day, she still has no idea whether he's alive or not and she's still searching for him.

Also, back when she was 18 and newly together with Shay, the village where The Thunder God's Rage is based out of got attacked while she was there and she ended up trying to defend it with two younger teenage boys—who turn out to be reunited with her 8-9 years later as her party members! (My husband's paladin/warlock and our friend's ranger) But they've all changed so much that none of them really recognize each other lol (the ranger got stuck in Alfheim for like 40 years while only 8-9 years passed for Maelia and he's now like 55 and she last saw him when he was 15)(the paladin/warlock also has amnesia and he went from 6'6" to 7'8" because he's a Goliath and currently thinks he's the mortal reincarnation of the god Tyr. He's actually a dhampir lol)

So that's my bard!

@sojutsu As requested, my favorite DnD dice! Pictures don’t do some of them justice so I made a little video! “Little,” she says while pretending the video isn’t 20 minutes long /s

Originally I intended for this video to just be public but while it was uploading I decided to make it just an unlisted bonus video for Tumblr peeps. Because I also mention my husband a couple times and don’t really want to talk about him much on my channel if I can help it because people on YT can be quite weird about RP creators being in relationships and idk why but Tumblr already knows about him. Which is why at the end I’m talking like I assume no one has context for my friendship with Frenchie lol

Anyway enjoy my dice!