#give this boy a hug

[issylra]

DREAM OF THE ENDLESS | 1.02 “Imperfect Hosts”

[nyastri]

"Hyrule loves physical affection"

"Hyrule gets over stimulated by physical affection"

"Hyrule doesn't understand physical affection"

But have you considered all of the above

[falling-star-cygnus]

i just caught the cutest little detail in Camp Camp, in the episode “Camp Loser Says What?”

MAX’S LITTLE FACEEE

he’s the only one that looks at Nikki in worry like that 😭

[xxorelxx]

This is how much Stolas cares about Blitz ok???

He will drop his cereal, interrupt the show he was watching (ThAtS a MoOd GaBrIeLlA) and NEARLY CHOKE just to answer the phone.

Give this man a round of applause 👏👏👏👏

✨

[pixelatedtears02]

One thing that destroys me is that Mike Wheeler will always choose what he believes is best for other people, and won’t even consider his own happiness first. It’s always about his friends. And yet his choices only seem to hurt the ones he cares about the most. Every choice he believes to make his loved ones happy only seems makes them miserable, but all he wants is their happiness. It’s never about him, and it’s always about other people, but it never seems to work out in his favour.

[fluffywings13]

To Deserve an ounce of Selfishness.

The terror that swells up within him when he manages to swipe a clean slice through Sukuna’s right cheek is nearly heart stopping. Tears are quick to fill his eyes, blur his vision, when blood slowly drips from the wound that he’d caused. “Now, now, accidents are going to happen every once in a while.” Choso doesn’t move a muscle even as he’s scooped up off his feet into muscular arms that have never not once instilled any sense of fear into him until this very moment. “I’m not upset with you, mishaps are a part of growth, there’s no need for tears. Your ability to use your Cursed Energy and my teaching you to handle it is the same as teaching a Infant to walk for the first time. Stumbling is nothing to be mad over and nothing to fear punishment for.”

Cradled in his arms, the Blood Curse User manages to get his tears under control before any real sobs take hold, still cradled there just as tenderly to watch Uraume dress Sukuna’s injured cheek. 

Yuuji is presently partaking in a nap. As he usually is when Sukuna and Choso practice together. 

“See, good as new, you’re quite strong even for someone still so small so a simple slice to my cheek is a far better outcome than I’d imagined.”

Choso can’t help it. “What’d you imagine?”

“Oh, a lost limb or a few dismembered fingers.” Sukuna smiles down at him, carrying him down the hall back to the Garden they’d just left after he’d accidentally injured the older Curse, training was thoroughly completed for the day but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy the pleasantness of the garden. “Now, if that had been the case, though, I can say I still wouldn’t be cross with you for taking an arm or a few fingers from me. In that case, you’d still have to be thoroughly punished, to ensure you were more careful in the future.”

“I should still be punished.” He doesn’t truly wish to be, Sukuna’s never truly punished either him or Yuuji in all the time they’d been there, but he deserved whatever painful ramifications came for his failings. “I hurt you, and you’ve been so nice to us, so I should still be punished even if it wasn’t as bad as you say.” Sukuna says nothing to his soft resigned declaration. “I’ll take whatever you think is necessary to compensate for the injury I caused.” They find a place to rest next to a medium sized pond filled with numerous colorful large fish. “All I ask is that Yuuji doesn’t see.” 

Choso’s mind shows him a thousand and one images of what his precious Baby Brother might see as Sukuna properly chastises him as he sees fit for the assault made by his careless hand. Surely, the rumors everyone knew about Sukuna weren’t just the ravings of mad people whose minds had left them, so far the man has been quite the contrary in his treatment of them. Perhaps this was the push that broke the illusion the King Of Curses was casting for himself. 

“I see.” Something heavy settles in his gut when the Curse nods once as a firm acceptance to his request for Consequence. “Well, I’d intended to overlook this slight hiccup, but if you wish for punishment for blemishing my cheek then I will deliver. Just remember, you asked for me to move my hand accordingly, I will not show mercy while chastising you, so you’ve got no one to blame for what's to befall but yourself.” 

His mind provides images of limbs being torn from his person, twisting and yanking, the popping of joints as his arms are dismembered and then his legs. His eyes are carved out by sharp claw shaped nails. Choso admits that his mind can go to some dark places. Blood spilled everywhere, he’s barely clinging to life, waiting for the moment for Death to claim him or his Keeper to heal his wounds so he may be granted another day of Life. 

Really, Choso’s mind can get concerningly morbid, he blames Father. 

Now, Sukuna is what Modern Humans would call a Child Abuser when it comes to his views on Reprimanding Children, an accident is never something he would truly punish a Little One over, but if said Little One were to break his rules he found nothing wrong with a good solid Spanking. But one breaking rules or outright misbehaving is a far cry from one having a minor (or slightly major) accident while learning something new. 

Those rumors and stories that are spread that bring those gruesome images to the child’s mind aren’t without merit, Sukuna is known for such things and worse, but the children hadn’t given him any reason to retaliate with untold violence so why waste shedding blood without a purpose for the action in the first place. 

It is as they say, the Golden Rule: Treat Others As You Wish To Be Treated.

In this instance, and the one he’d thought of with missing a limb or two because of an Accident being had while Training, scaring the child into never wanting to continue learning to Perfect the Technique by getting needlessly angry and harsh is far more harmful in the long run. Sukuna can regrow limbs without breaking a sweat and a simple slice to his cheek is but a mere papercut to someone of his Stature. So sure, punishment can still take place, but not all reprimands have to make the little one shed tears of pain and anguish. 

True to his word, not an ounce of mercy is given, Choso’s dark thoughts of blood and carnage are quickly washed away. Shaking his head, as best as his current position of restraint permits, he kicks out as he cackles wildly. Four Hands made things so unfair from the start. All it took was one to hold his wrists captive and his arms above his head, another to undo the clasps on his new tailored top, and that left two hands–a total of ten fingers–to do whatever they so pleased to. 

Scratching first at his little armpits, nails itch and scratch over the delicate skin, while he’s squealing for mercy even with the knowledge that none will be shown. Fingers replace the nails, wiggling and poking and clawing, Choso’s surprised the scream he let out at that moment alone hadn’t woken Yuuji from his afternoon nap from the sheer Loudness of it’s echoes. Down his ribs those fingers crawl, digging into the right nooks and crannies with just the right pressure at just the right moment, he rocks from side to side as squeals break into his screams of laughter. 

All in all, it’s this moment, one that is silly and playful and protective and tender, a moment that’s only theirs. Choso and Sukuna. Choso and the closest thing he’s ever had to what he supposes a proper parent should be like. No sign or sound of Baby Brother in sight, this moment, the silliness and care it contains, is meant for Choso and Choso alone. As he’s screeching and squealing with the cackles of an insane man, laying safe and warm in Sukuna’s lap, unable to see the tortures he most definitely feels being inflicted on his poor abused tummy due to the well placed arm blocking his line of sight. His fingers curled tightly in the sleeve of the kimono in his view, fifteen fingers tormenting his tummy in ways that has him bouncing every few moments and arching into them every few intervals, head thrown back because the realization that the most he can do is grasp onto the man’s sleeve and cackle like a hyena has dawned on him. 

It’s in that moment, that Choso feels the guilt of leaving his other brothers behind begin to fade, he’ll never forgive himself completely for what he knows will become of them. But he’s finally getting the attention he’s always given but never gained in return, his tummy is tingling by the time his atonement is concluded and tears prick at the corners of his eyes, someone’s taking care of him, Choso’s always been the one seeing to the needs of others and he loves that he has his Brothers and would never trade them for the world, but now he has someone who’s seeing to his needs and….

Choso is a selfish person. 

He never stops thinking about the ones he left behind those months ago, when he and Yuuji disappeared, or the fate that they surely met in response to Father’s Disastrous Ire when those sent out to find and return the two that had gone missing come back empty handed. 

But he’s Selfish.

Choso likes that he can act as young as he still is now. That he can have a bad moment or a bad day and raise his arms for someone to comfort him and someone is there to meet him with that desired comfort. Likes that when Yuuji gets sick from playing out in the snow for too long, Uraume is the one who prepares soup and tea and remedies, while Sukuna asks gently about his own wellbeing because Choso was out in the cold just as long as Yuuji was and though yes because of his halfling nature it’s rather more difficult to catch the same illness as Baby Brother had that doesn’t mean that if he’s feeling unwell he won’t be tucked in nice and warm with Baby Brother for soup and tea and sleep until he feels better again. Choso’s always been the caregiver for as long as he can remember but he’s never known what it feels like to be on the end of those Receiving the Care being Given. 

Sukuna takes over the role that Choso has played since he can remember first Remembering anything, Uraume in the background too, they just get to be…them. He, Sukuna, gets Yuuji down to take his daily nap, the Curse rocking the Babe in his arms until he drifts off, a few times Choso himself is subjected to the treatment upon being caught spying on them once or twice. Sukuna makes not a sound as he gently sets Baby Brother, now fast asleep, down among the blankets to rest. He’s swiftly scooped up before he can think of the need to escape, lulled to sleep just like Baby Brother had been to the gentle swaying motion of the rocking and the soft hum of a lullaby too old for him to know the name of, the last image he sees is the King’s soft smile as he’s being tucked in next to Yuuji for a rest too. 

He gets praise and cheers for every achievement of his own, comfort and soothing when he gets injured, Choso is selfish in that he knows he could return to protect his other Brothers but he refrains because he doesn’t want to lose what he was never permitted to have while being there to protect them. 

Protection of his own. 

[jessoloslemons]

"You Grew Up Too Fast"

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[raddireksstuff]

Airk Tanthalos, the oldest of Sorsha’s children and yet the second fiddle to both his father Madmartigan and twin sister Kit. The spare prince of Tir Asleen. My sad, beautiful, people-pleaser boy.

Growing up, did you ever want to cut your hair or get multiple piercings just to break the princely façade that your mother wanted you to have? Did you ever think of running away? Or was wanting and getting Sorsha’s acceptance and validation more valuable to you? then again you were never the wild child. never the rebellious one cuz that was Kit. And running away would mean being the same as your dad and that.... that is more detestable than feeling rejected by your mum.

But years of being ignored and being made to stand to the side must’ve been hard for you. Not that you wanted to be the King or whatever but just to be acknowledge and feel wanted. Do you really even like sleeping around? or was that the attempt to get your mother’s attention? You’re not the problem child but have you ever thought of disappearing for a couple of hours just to see if anyone would come looking for you? Have you ever had the thought of getting yourself hurt just to say that it happened? To see if people actually cared? That maybe they’d hold you a little tighter?

You would never do it, but I wonder if the thought ever consumed your mind at all?

Your father. You hate him. You loved him. Would want him back? Would you be happy to see him again? Or would you hate it especially if he does come back and everyone suddenly started acting as if he never left at all? Would you resent Kit for idolizing him and looking up to him once more? As if the hole he left was never there at all. Like the years you spent trying to fill and fix that hurt, to be the man he could never be in your eyes was all for nothing. That the childhood you sacrificed trying to fix things with your mum and sister, meant nothing at all.

Your sister your twin. Have you ever felt resentful and jealous of her? Because she complains about everything but at least your mother pays attention to her. Or do you feel guilty instead? Cuz she’s shackled into place by the duties of being the Sorsha’s heir and you’re free as a bird.

Then you got kidnapped and everything in your being says run the moment you realise who Lili was. You run and you run but the sun and the ruined city is all there is and you just wanted absolutely anything else and Lili says you are important here. You gave in out of desperation but that was some fucked up shit cuz the crone made you fight your sister. made you almost betray your family and kingdom and that makes you feel like absolute shit.

You feel weak and stupid but then you realise.... Kit came for you. She crossed the Shattered Sea to rescue you. She came to save you.

Boy that must’ve felt amazing despite all the shit that happened. Cuz you don’t know how long you were in that city but I’ve wondered if you spent your time there wondering if anybody would ever come for you. If anyone would ever care to come save you. So when Kit came and said all of those things and really properly saved you, I wondered how that must’ve felt for you.

I know you must feel tainted. Cuz of the crone of course but also cuz you hate feeling all these negative emotions about your family.

But Buddy let me tell you this.. you are a good man. And despite all those feelings you love and you love and you love and you love and you care and you care so fucking deeply that it hurts. And wanting that same love be given to you is completely normal.

And maybe love is fickle and easily manipulated. But you love Kit more than you could ever resent her. You love your mum more than she could ever dismiss you. You love your kingdom more than anything the wyrm could ever offer to you. Your love is good. And you are good.

My boy never let go of that love. Cuz if there’s anything more powerful than wyrm in this world. It’s love.

[traveling-hobo]

I found this on pintrest and I don't know who made it, but it warms my heart like a marshmallow toasted to perfection.

[blaze8980]

At end, he become all three of them.

A weapon for Jujutsu society.

A monster for all cruse spirit.

And a child, who forced to be both.

[bi-bi-bi-bakugo]

Buck looks so scared it breaks my heart 😭😭

WHAT IN THE ROM COM FANFIC DAYDREAMING ALTERNATE REALITY COMPLETELY PERFECT SCENARIO THAT WE ONLY DREAMED UP IN OUR HEADS AND NEVER THOUGHT WOULD ACTUALLY HAPPEN IN A MILLION YEARS IS GOING ON HERE?!?!

[lazzarella]

On the second to last ep of Tale of Thousand Stars and Mix has cried so much in this show! ;__; he’s so good at it as well

[mirykka]

the mad sorcerer

[onlyslightlyobsessedwithturtles]

(Soft gasp) a baby

the purple guy 

[gangstagandalf]

Home is where the weirdos are ⛺️

POV: your cute little vampire boyfriend just took care of the “family drama” and needs a hug.

[kettlefire]

Not so Different. (DcxDp)

The stunned silence was louder than the rest of the gala had been. Every single pair of eyes were wide with shock, fear, and even concern. The last sound to have left the patrons was scattered gasps at the reveal.

It was meant to be simple. A new up and coming technological company had put all their savings into this. A huge gala to show of the reason the world needed their technology. Needed their help.

No one believed it. Truly, who could have? A large group of men and women dressed purely in white suits, spouting about the threats of ghosts. It was insane and impossible.

Many of the big names that attended today only came for publicity. The notoriety that came with having been there when this company crashed and burned in one night.

It's the only reason Bruce Wayne was even among the crowd. Accompanied by Oliver Queen and his own son, Dick Grayson. As much as Bruce hadn't wanted to be here, he knew his reputation was important to keep up.

That was until two agents stepped out onto a stage they had at the back of the large room. A thick curtain had kept the sight behind it completely hidden from the patrons. Until the moment was right. That was when the thick curtain had suddenly been ripped back, as a third man took a microphone and began to explain.

But his words fell on deaf ears. Especially for the three secret vigilantes in the crowd. Not a single person could tear their gaze away from the cage that now stood in full view.

It wasn't the cage that had everyone enraptured. No, it was the glowing creature curled up in the center of it. No, not a creature. It was a boy. Still baby faced and youthful. Too young to be in a cage.

A high-tech muzzle was securely wrapped tightly against the boy's mouth. His knees pulled tight to his chest, one arm wrapped around them. His other hand pressed tight against the muzzle, seeming to almost be trying to keep it in place.

The boy's toxic green eyes were wide, filled with a clear intensity of pain and terror. There were old tear stains on his cheeks, quickly being replenished with fresh tears. His messy, bright white hair fell into his face. The boy looked both like he wanted to look away, but also like he couldn't. Like he couldn't risk not seeing the threat coming.

It didn't take a genius to see the boy was in pain. Human or not, this went beyond inhumane treat. Making minds racing with thoughts of what else these people had done to the poor boy.

Bruce knew in this moment that this company had just caught the attention of Batman. Based on the look in Oliver's eyes, they also just collected the wrath of the Justice League as well. Bruce hadn't even needed to look at Dick to know he was on the same page.

It went unnoticed by any other patrons. All the focus was glued on the stage, on the lecture and caged boy. No one noticed when Bruce Wayne slipped his phone of his pocket. When he hit a singular speed dial as he turned away from the show. He brought his phone to his ear as he silently signaled his trusted allies to keep an eye on it.