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ah, my favorite: five + himself
#god what an old lad!!!!!!!#i love how they are exactly the same height#the 13 year old and the 58 year old are both tiny little deadly assassins#will that ever stop being funny? no#old man five#laur says stuff#the umbrella academy#tua#umbrella academy#five hargreeves#hargreeves siblings#tua s4#number five#tua season 4#tua five#tua number five#number five hargreeves#old five
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lucanis truly has a near terminal case of burned out golden child syndrome. caterina fucked both of these kids over so incredibly bad with the dynamic she enforced there, with illario being labled the perpetual fuckup kid where lucanis 'could do no (would never be allowed to do) wrong'. the way he admits in the first coffee date scene that the only thing that happened when he showed he could carry the weight of expectation was that more weight was added makes me so sad. you can hear it in caterina's voice in his intro mission that she's incredibly proud of him, but this is clearly a leandra and hawke situation where that pride never translates into relief or resolution or unconditional warmth or understanding or anything that really helps.
#you messed up an excellent little autistic dude caterina look at him he has no personal life and his only friend is his scar-ass cousin!!#because that's what you told him he has to be and he believed you!!!#all that and you wouldn't even let him have a wyvern dagger just for fun and b/c it makes him SO happy? when i get you caterina dellamorte#I'm finding the crow family drama so compelling in this game I'm just hanging around treviso Observing haha#I wish they'd given illario a bit more nuance in this (as I feel he does have in the wigmaker job)#b/c with the sheer pantomime susness he's got going on they really don't want you to engage with him deeply haha#also teia mvp as always but I think that goes without saying (and happily all these lads around her seem to know it)#both lucanis and viago like 'thank you teia you're the best 🥺' and she's like 'yeah I know'#protective big sis of the remaining crow family haha. and she's got to be barely thirty years old at this point. I'm love her so much#'*annoyed voice* MAKER HELP US' she's saying what we're all thinking#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#I think my rook is having some uncomfortable moments of realizing some parallels here with their own relationship to the watchers haha#like 'buddy you're so much more than just a tool for your family to use. I however have a sacred duty I was banished from#the fulfilment of which determines my entire worth and that I am low-key mourning behind the levity b/c that's what I was made for. ...wait#I feel like rye was more the illario & lucanis combo only child tho. wants so much to be good but keeps getting into Shenanigans#chaotic underachiever with frankly upsetting potential when they actually get their act together and they WANT to so bad#but also. shenanigans keep happening. releasing blighted gods is only barely the wildest of them
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Decided to revisit my Minecraft spooky guy designs
Old designs here
#Grim draws stuff#minecraft#herobrine#entity 303#null#minecraft herobrine#minecraft entity 303#minecraft null#creepypasta fanart#creepypasta#herobrine minecraft#minecraft fanart#minecraft art#entity 303 minecraft#null minecraft#alt text#has alt text#I'm especially happy with Entity 303's design#wanted to give him spooky ghost vibes#also a fun lil detail about Null!! I imagine they look flat from any angle despite being 3-dimensional like the other guys#they just /look/ like a flat shadow then you see em turn and you're like ????#I might illustrate what I mean one day but I hope that makes sense qwq#Also Herobrine is meant to look kinda grey like he's dead/a ghost I dunno if I depicted that well#headcanon stuff he's a fallen god in my Minecraft lore#I've been buildin said lore since I was a wee lad (11 years old)#but Herobrine bein a fallen god was a more recent idea pff
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i HATE you kamala harris i HATE you donald trump i HATE you liberals i HATE you republicans i HATE you america. god bless
#every time i see an american talking about voting democrat on here i lose brain cells#like do what you're going to do but please for the love of god you all sound fucking INSANE#like can you be mindful of the language and rhetoric you're using here. can you PLEASE have some common sense#facetimed an old friend of mine today (who is palestinian) and hearing her perspective on this#and then going on tumblr straight after and seeing american gays on here talking about voting blue#most jarring shit of my life.#you people have never spoken to an actual palestinian person in your life and oh My god. it shows#keeping this vague on purpose because people on here cannot read or think logically#and if you are one of the people this post is aimed at then i Definitely do not trust you to comprehend what i mean here#goodbye i'm going to jack off and write my human remains report suck it lads
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art trade for @cutechan555 of this funny little guy Noah
i want to squeeze this little guy like one of those old stress toys 😊
#small lad. Bunny. i do quite enjoy Tiny Little Freaks.#my art#art trade#pizza tower oc#i feel like if you pick this guy up he makes the squeaky toy noise from those old Petz games#please god tell me someone knows what i'm talking about...#I KNOW THERE'S A FANBASE FOR THOSE STILL THRIVING HERE SOMEWHERE!!!!
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I think we need more moments where Rafayel enchants our ears with the breathy musicality that is Lemurian...I melted at that last line.💞😶
#lads rafayel#lnds rafayel#nevermind the fact he switched from past to present#o traveler that has seen much and endured countless trials...#what would it be like to encounter not just any enigmatic stranger#but a lemurian god recounting a story so old it has become myth?#idkw but lemurian sounded reminiscent of quenya
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right in the feels ✨🥺
#THIS IS SO CUTE#i have a weakness for cute pictures from their lad™ days#and alex just hit that spot 🥺🥺#what do you want to bet he was looking at the car launch pictures and started missing george?#searched through his phone for god knows how long to find this pic. reminiscing about old times🥺#and then posted it with that funky caption so he can make his friend smile🥺#i just-😭#i love them very much#george russell#alex albon#galex#f1
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My humble ‘what if da2 was in absolution style’ offering bc i am feeling Very Normal about my favourite DA game
#dragon age absolution#dragon age 2#da2#hawke#art#digital#tintabrancaart#tintabrancaocs#tintabrancaocvenka#i have so many thoughts and feelings about venka it is truly a mess#i keep bugging rime about them and poor lad has no idea what im raving about bles#this was very fun and relaxing though it has reminded me of why i no longer render like this jshdvfjvg it's very long winded#a sneaky bit of lore and design talk bc i need to yell about it#i like to think the earring is a gift from mr anders the babygirl himself#though my preferred hc is that he sold it when arriving in kirkwall for like. food money n what have you#the neck tattoo was an impulsive choice they made when playing cabin boy on various crews while trying to get back down to lothering#before the story of da2 bc i gave them a whole backstory smh#the little button/medal holding her shirt closed has the constellation of kios on it#which represents the old god of chaos/archdemon of the 2nd blight zazikel#bc he used to be regarded as the god of freedom and i think venka holds that ideal close#venka is a blood mage so the arm scars are from getting at their blood#the old god thing too since they got into blood magic through an old god cult rather than through a demon#oh and the potion on their staff! is magebane bc they used to dose on it to avoid detection by templars and i like symbolism#there.. now u know the little lore pieces in this one thanku for gazing ;u;
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this is incredibly niche, but when i was a youth in dublin there was a phenomenon known as the tween disco which is when a group of 12-14 year olds went to some rugby or gaa club for what was essentially an under 18s clubbing experience (if you were a ne’er-do-well you would drink an awfully mixed bottle of vodka and lucozade sport beforehand). it mostly involved boys shorter than you coming up to you and asking if you would shift (dublin colloquilism for kiss with tongue) their uglier mate, and in between dancing that’s all anyone around you would do, except for the more scandalous ones who would take it further in some corner. my prevailing memory of the disco i always went to (wezz) was that if you ever touched the wall your hand would come away quite literally dripping in condensation. they’re truly disgusting places.
anyway, that’s what the planet of the bass song reminds me of.
#sometimes lads would start jumpstyling to scooter's jumping all over the world#they all had spiked mullets#god what an evil time#old man yells at cloud
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Older the berry sweeter the juice! Osamu Kashiwagi am I right? Ok but Osamu in YK1 looks older than Biden but LAD him looks like he’s got that Dilf money!
this ask reminded me i have plums in my fridge i keep forgetting to eat
#snap chats#my god plums...#anyway Y0 kashiwagi look old as fuck and YK1 kashiwagi look slightly older but then YK2 its like What Happened#You Went Backwards#LaD does have that retired-rich-dilf look tho you right
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Lately I’ve been getting a kick outta the idea of Ghost having a girlfriend that Johnny is painfully interested in (tale as old as time). But she a lil neurodivergent and selectively mute (edit; I originally labeled reader as non-verbal, but I was made aware mutism more accurately describes this!). She’s comfortable enough with Simon that she’ll talk to him when they’re alone, but she won’t say a word to Soap (she doesn’t talk to the other guys either, but you know that Johnny chooses to take it so damned personally).
The worst part is that Soap will say shit to her, and she’ll give Simon her little signal so he can bend down and she can talk to him so fucking quietly. It’s like they speak a different language and Simon is the interpreter. And it’s so infuriating to him because shit like this will happen.
“Ain’t you looking a right picture, bonnie— that dress new? Fits ye like a damned glove, sweetheart.”
You tug on Simon’s sleeve so he can lean down. Soap is rocking back and forth on his heels, anticipating an answer. He’s down so bad, he doesn’t even care that he’ll hear it from Simon’s lips and not yours. You whisper for what feels like minutes on end.
“She says thanks.”
“God damn, L.T.— you know she fuckin’ ‘ad to ‘ave said more than that!” He whines indignantly, Simon smirking. Simon knows all about his little crush, and chooses to let the lad suffer. His time will come when you’re ready.
This goes on and on for months on end— and you know what? It’s hard for Johnny to jerk off to the image of you wedged between him and Ghost when he has no idea what you sound like, moaning or otherwise. You can probably see him half hard in his jeans every time he heads home from a movie night with you and Simon.
“G’night, L.T. Night, hen.” Soap’s almost all the way down the walkway when he hears something almost inaudible over the ambient sounds of the night.
“Goodnight, Johnny.”
Now that’s gonna keep his fantasies fed for weeks.
#writing#cod fanfic#john soap mctavish x reader#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghoap x reader#neurodivergent reader#uhm is my sleep away camp showing
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i am absolutely not going to stop you. i am eating this shit UP.
YESSSSS. five could never get attached to material things because he never really had much TO get attached to. so it’s rare that he finds something that he really really likes and wants to collect. but mugs remind him of one of his favorite things: coffee. so he allows himself to splurge. and no one stops him because it’s a harmless sort of hobby for an old man who’s seen some pretty unimaginable horrors in his time.
tragic that even with how lackluster the umbrella academy’s final season was, we never got to see five’s house.
i want to see where the old man lives. how does he decorate? does he live in an apartment or was he able to figure out a cute little home for himself? does he have roommates? did he ever learn how to cook for himself, or does he just eat fluffernutters whenever he’s hungry? does he ever get a mr. pennycrumb of his own? (i know he doesn’t, but a girl can dream) does he ever discover a cafe near his home where a decent cup of coffee can be found?
what coffee maker does he have? where does he buy his coffee grounds? how many coffee mugs does he have? i just KNOW he collects them.
he absolutely goes into little shops downtown and finds one that says some stupid shit like “if my coffee isn’t as black as my soul, i’m not drinking it” and giggles to himself in the corner and then spends way too much money on it because it’s just too good to pass up. he’ll smile to himself on the way home and then put on a pot of coffee to try it out for the first time. he hand-washes his mugs even though they’re all dishwasher safe because he wants to make sure they’re going to be completely untarnished when he wants to use them again. he has an entire cabinet for all of his mugs and one other cabinet for the rest of his glasses and bowls and plates because he doesn’t own a whole lot but he does like mugs. and someone will ask him about his mugs and he’ll properly tell them where he got each and every one, down to exact dates and times because he remembers everything and thinking about when he found his favorite mugs makes him feel less stressed. and whoever asked will not get a single word in and they won’t try to because five is talking about his mugs and he doesn’t get a whole lot of joy from material things but it is the simple things that matter. and five likes the simple things. and five likes his mugs.
#god what an old lad!!!!!!!#laur says stuff#laur rambles#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#number five hargreeves#number five#tua five#old man five#old five
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MY ACCOUNT IS 2 YEARS OLD???? AND I'VE ONLY MADE 500 POSTS??????????
#THIS IS A FUCKING LIE......#IT'S GOTTA BE#two years.... I was a wee little lad when I made this#God and Jay's glow up#I'm gonna redraw some old art I posted cause ain't no fucking way I made those seriously#idk how to find out what date I made the account but like a lot of my posts date back to November 2022 which is CRAZY#anyway see ya
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simon got himself a young girlfriend. he really shouldn't be entertaining, ruining, a sweet thing like her but he can't help himself. he's depraved like that. wanting to ruin such a sweet, innocent thing. make it so they only think of him...
her parents loathe him. which is not a surprising reaction.
but simon's too big, too imposing, to make them say anything to his face, and oh, his sweet little thing has teeth that snap at her parents when they try to talk about how he's too old. too rough. he won't treat her right.
they're right, of course. but he's good at making his little girlfriend forget about his wrongdoing just by a little sweet whispering and gently coaxing her thighs apart with a rough, scared hand.
however, what he wasn't expecting was finding out about his young girlfriends older sister.
you.
there's an age gap between you and your sister. you're nearly the same age as simon. but that's not the only thing simon takes note off.
you're more fulled out, in places that simon has no business looking at, the innocent ones and the not so innocent ones. there's a couple more inches on you than your sister. not nearly as tall as he, but he thinks he likes it.
but what really gets him goin'. you don't react the same way to him like your parents did. there was no disdain, disgust or even fear in your eyes when you looked at him.
no.
instead he got a wide smile, a hair-flick over your shoulder and a hug. pulling him in, despite his rigid tenseness. patting his back.
"oh aren't you sweet?" your voice is smooth, and almost coo like when you pull away. eyes sparkling with what simon can only describe is warmth.
and while your parents avoid him when he's around. when you're home, you do the exact opposite. you hover around your sister, making sure she's eating well, looking after herself, and then you do the exact same thing to simon.
showering him in the same doting affection as your sister. making them both a plate of food, a lot of food. making sure they're warm and tucked in at night. it's giving them your card when you send your sister to the shops for something, and quieting simon when he says he has his own. doing your sisters laundry AND his.
and the praise. god the praise. it fucking wrecks him. despite most of it being innocent.
he's helping do the dishes when you come in. "oh aren't you being a good boy?" you chime, voice so warm and sweet. you pat his back, and there's a genuine smile on your face. "i'll make you a cuppa for doing so well."
"you ate all your food? aren't you a good lad? huh? c'mon then, make room for dessert for being good." you'll say, patting his stomach and moving to the fridge.
it sends him into a whirlwind.
he could be spending days with his girlfriend's parents, who act like he's not even there. too intimated by this grown man. which he liked. he likes that. imposing people. making them uncomfortable with his mere presence. it's what his little girlfriend likes.
but then you come in. being all nurturing and sweet. coddling his little girlfriend and then doing the same to him despite you and him nearly being the same age.
then he starts to realize that you're treating him like how you treat your younger sister. treating him like he's young and naive. who can't look after himself. completely helpless. praising him for the basics a human adult should not be getting praised for. treating him like a child.
you've been fucking treating him like some fresh out the womb kid this whole fucking time and he's only seeing it now.
and he really can't help it.
but he fucking likes it.
he aches for it.
in the barracks. late at night. instead of flicking through the pictures of his little girlfriend to help quell the ache in him.
he thinks about you. your warm perfume. the reassuring pats. the way praise seems to just smooth off your tongue so sweetly.
"good boy." fuck.
he stares at the mess he made, panting hard. letting out a groan of frustration when he thinks of you again. and for the third time his cock twitches, the ache returning again.
that's when he comes to the inevitable conclusion.
he's fucking ruined.
a/n: idk where i was going with this but. here u go xx love ya'll, drink water xx part 2 maybe idk.
#boowrites#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#cod mwii imagines#x reader#cod mwii#cod#simon ghost riley x oldersister!reader#??
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the apple that rolled over to the tree
!! fluff; f!reader; parenthood!!; simon-centric hehe >:3 // divider by @/plutism!
there is a… kid attached to your hip when simon returns home from a mission, his exhausted body stumbling into the kitchen where he finds you and it.
“what—”
he can’t even fathom the emotion coursing through him at the moment, what with shock triumphing over everything. still, you’d probably need to give him credit for not losing his goddamn mind at seeing a whole child — he couldn’t have been more than two years old with how he’s only three apples tall — clinging to you like a baby koala.
“oh my god, you’re back!” you squeal, unfazed at how dumbfounded your fiance has become, before shuffling close to embrace him.
simon reciprocates the hug anyway.
you step back, your lips still wobbling in your tears as you stare up at him, all awed like you couldn’t believe that he was back and simon wishes he can press his promises to your lips because he will always find a way to come back, he swears on his life, but also—
the child.
“sweetheart?” he begins, soft as to not spook you or the kid. “who’s, uh, who’s that?”
the child shifts, turning his little face from where it was burrowed onto your neck at the sound of simon’s voice. he rests his head on your clavicle, smooshing his already chubby cheek, before the biggest brown eyes that simon’s ever seen stare up at him, all doe-eyed and jarringly innocent, and simon, he—
well, not even babysitting tommy’s kids prepared him for this.
“this is yasha,” you murmur, pulling simon’s attention back to you. “or yakov, or james if he would want an english name.”
the boy reacts to you calling his name, and simon watches as those curious eyes tip up at you in question. you swipe your finger over his nose, the little thing scrunching up at the ticklish feeling, and simon becomes breathless at seeing the unadulterated joy in your face.
it is all parts soft and tender, but also anxious and worried, and simon begins to puzzle out the pieces.
“he’s my foster child. or ours, i guess, now that you’re here.” your voice is so fragile as you reply to him, your hand now beginning to rub soothing nothings on the boy’s back. simon wonders if it’s more to calm yourself down than it is to comfort the boy.
your lips purse, hesitating, and simon waits because while he he’s pieced out what you want to ask, he knows that this is something you would want to truly talk to him about. it is something he knows you have mustered up the courage to bring up so he gives it to you, open and ready, and he hopes that his face and his gait show that whatever it is you would want to say, simon will always support you no matter what.
“si?” you begin, looking heart-wrenchingly small in your worry. “i think i wanna adopt him.”
simon hums, stepping close but also being careful not to crowd yasha, before he curls his arms around you two — his family — and nuzzles his face on your other shoulder. “i’d love that.”
he offers you a smile, and squeezes your arm in comfort, then he watches as the tears come, easily springing up from your eyes. yasha startles, whirling to look up at his mother in worry. simon’s throat constricts at the thought of you being a mother and him, a father; how, now, there is someone else for simon to come home to. someone to fight for.
jesus. he’d need to tell the lads and maybe get wasted as a celebration.
“owies?” yasha asks, chubby fist balling your shirt.
“they’re happy tears, sweetie pie,” you reply, crooning. “i’m just so, so happy.”
yasha hums, nodding, probably already distracted, and simon takes that time to straighten back up. he pushes your hair away from your face, before he pitches forward to press a kiss on your forehead.
yeah, he’s happy too.
.
yasha gets spoiled, not that simon’s complaining given that he’s been the one doing all the spoiling.
“really, si? a new toly?” you ask, arms crossed over your chest in your exasperation.
toly or anatoly, or tory because yasha still can’t speak properly, is the name that yasha gave to all of his new stuffed toys. it all started with a dog plush that simon bought from the supermarket on a whim and gave to the boy. it was laughably quick how yasha had abandoned his blocks to make grabby hands to the toy, before squealing out that name.
the next stuffed toy that yasha received, which was just the softest and roundest penguin plush toy that simon’s ever seen, was also named toly. so was that teddy bear you bought for him. or that reindeer he got for christmas. somehow, every single one had been named toly.
the only thing you and simon can find about toly was that anatoly means sunrise. simon was so sure it was the russian word for animal, because why else would yasha repeat it, but who would have thought that their little fish is so imaginative?
like, of course he’s going to name all of his toys toly because they are as warm as sunrises. see? smart kid.
but this one, this new toly, set off world records. it was a camel plush that simon saw at the airport when he was out, pretending to be a civilian.
(garrick had been assigned with him for that mission, and was quick to spot and mention simon’s on-duty purchase.
“it’s for my boy,” he grunted in reply, forgetting the fact that he’s yet to truly break the news to his squad. garrick had never looked as surprised, and next thing simon knew, the news made its way to their group chat.
price was amiable about the whole thing. mactavish? not so much.
he just about begged to see a picture of yasha — “and yer girl again, if you wouldn’t mind.” — or even visit him. then he invited garrick to come and price invited himself too, so now the guys are going to swing by some time soon.)
when simon gave it to yasha, their boy had stared at it for a solid minute — simon counted — before screaming and then running to snatch the toy from simon’s hold. he hugged the camel close to his person, his little head nuzzling against the plush face of the camel, all the while absolutely vibrating in unabashed excitement.
he picked up thundering footsteps and turned around just enough to see you literally slide into the room. yasha continued to hug the camel, ignorant of the distress he caused, while you looked on in your panic, buzzing with worry because you just heard your boy scream, damn it!
“he’s fine, bub,” simon said before you could ask, and he watched as you came down from your frenzy, your breathing slowing down at the rationalization that if simon was not panicked, then everything’s alright.
then, your eyes landed on the new stuff toy.
“really?” you asked.
in his defence, yasha adores camel-toly.
in your defence, yasha’s room is running out of space for his tolys.
…well, simon does have all that military money. gonna have to spend it on something else, right?
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[charlie foxtrot]
sriley: link
john2: ????
sriley: new address.
garry: oh? congratulations.
sriley: thanks.
johnp: 👍
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yasha was shy when saying hi to price, then outright cried when he saw mactavish, which made simon bark out loud in laughter. yasha only stopped sniffling when he saw kyle. in no time, yasha absolutely adored garrick to the point that he would not even let him go.
dinner was prepared and while you called them all to eat, simon ambled out of the kitchen, where he had been helping you, and walked towards kyle and yasha to pick up his son and seat him on his high chair. but yasha had only looked at him, his head tilted in question, before ignoring simon and clinging onto kyle.
hell, he had even let go of camel-toly so that he could use two chubby fists to hold onto kyle. surprised, simon didn’t even know how to react and watched as his sergeant offered him an apologetic smile before carrying his son to the dining room. kyle rounded the table and sat yasha on his high chair, only, yasha made a scene when kyle did so, and he released a lungful of screams and cries, breaking everyone’s eardrums and their hearts.
kyle stood there, worried and confused, and hovered because he did not know what to do. hell, none of them did, and then you walked out of the kitchen, rushing to yasha, and hummed songs to comfort your son.
you crooned when he made grabby hands to be picked up and you did so with no hesitation, your touch soothing the boy into quiet sniffles. but even then, yasha wouldn’t settle down as he wriggled in your arms, short limbs reaching for—
simon glowered.
yasha was reaching for kyle. you were quick to giggle, asking kyle if it was alright that yasha would eat with him, and simon had glared at his sergeant, daring him to deny their son of anything, before reluctantly nodding his approval at kyle’s happy trill of, “of course, ma’am!”
yasha had finally calmed down when you sat him on kyle’s lap, and his boy was even polite enough to actually eat his soft veggies every time kyle beckoned him to open his mouth for a new spoonful.
simon did not startle, but it was close, when your hand landed on his thigh.
“you okay, baby?” you asked, eyes furrowed in your worry.
“yeah,” he remembers replying with, his throat all choked-up because he knows yasha must be excited to have new people to play with, but still, there was something that stung when his boy chose garrick over him.
not that it was kyle’s fault because he is a dear for even doing all that he did for yasha, but simon had hoped that he would always be yasha’s favourite.
too lost in his thoughts, simon had almost missed yasha’s call.
“-ddy? daddy?” yasha asked, startling simon.
it was not the first time yasha called him that, but every time he did, it never fails to make simon melt.
“yeah? what’s up, buddy?”
simon pretended that no one was watching the interaction.
yasha giggled, hiding his food-smeared lips behind his little palms, before turning to use garrick’s front to hide from simon. you snorted, murmuring to kyle how you swear you would wash his shirt before they go, but it’s all buzz to simon because his son — his darling boy — wanted to play with him during dinner.
yasha peeked at him again, before giggling once more when he caught simon’s eyes. this continued on until dinner ended, with simon occasionally miming growling monsters to induce more hearty giggles from his son, and being rewarded with the happiest laughter ever.
simon turned to you, with his heart on his throat, and beamed.
“aww,” mactavish sang from somewhere beside him. “ain’t that adorable— argh!”
simon had swung his arm out and thumped his fist on johnny’s stomach. thank god, yasha had chosen that time to hide his face again on kyle’s stomach.
.
“unca’ john?” yasha asks in a stage-whisper because everyone within earshot just heard him even with his attempt to be quiet. it’s only their training that stopped simon from acting like he’s noticed.
“yeah, bubsy?” john replies, sounding so utterly soft that this version of him is so foreign to simon.
“this tory,” yasha says and simon discreetly peeks to see which toly is being introduced to uncle john — it’s the elephant one.
price gasps theatrically like he hadn’t seen yasha drool all over this elephant toy before, and puffs out, “how cute!”
“mhmm,” yasha says, nodding, then smacks the face of the toy on john’s face. the trunk smooshes against john’s nose, and thank god that elephant-tory is soft because that aim would have been lethal if it wasn’t.
“jesus—” price gasps out.
“language!” simon hisses, and ducks his head back down just before yasha could catch him peeking.
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yasha is now four and he still gets teary eyed when he sees johnny. simon placates his friend and says it’ll pass soon. maybe.
basically, i wanted to write a fic wherein simon’s reaction to being presented with a child is “what— oh okay, sure why not” and (literally in 20 minutes) “i will kill everything for this child” and so here we are
a simon spinoff - it takes a rampage (to be a dad)
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley fluff#simon riley#simon riley x reader#suns
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I can ramble on all the ships &/or whatever I like and whatnot, but forever will hold that the Best Genshin potential dynamic / ot3 for me is Mond Big 3, but very specifically the dynamic being romo-Jeanluc, romo-Kaejean, and the two idiots as what happens when you put two cats who weren’t properly acclimated to each other in the same room.
#//God where is that one dynamic chart I rb’d a bit back#//It perfectly encapsulated what I meant#☆ ┆ ( .ooc. );#//Two clowns who love their Dandelion Knight v much; they’ll Tolerate each other’s presence#//I say that playfully lmao. But also kinda genuinely#//They’re on good behavior but the moment her eyes turn; back to ribbing an’ snarkin they go#//It’s their comfortable pattern after everything#//Perhaps get along better in time; but That Shit ain’t healing any easier than Rome being built in a day#//Jean is a v good mediator tho; and they would do anything for her. Even smth as difficult as that#//It’s cool tho; bc it’s almost like the good old days again. Almost (& BOY do they all miss those simple days#//Three friends; first and foremost; ready to serve and protect Mond & each other with their very lives#//Brainrotting about them bc I got to use them as a trio in Fontaine more and I couldn’t be happier#//FINALLY found the perfect place to incorporate Jean at long last! and with the lads!#//And their friend Steve (Baizhu)#//Idk; I love this concept#//Any and all differences put aside the Moment she needs their cooperation; whether asked or done unprompted#//Like clowning Fatui giving her a headache: taking up/coordinating extra tasks to lighten her workload#//Collabing on getting her the perfect gifts & sneaking them under her radar to keep the surprises intact#//What’s stronger; Conflict formed after Years of distance; deceptions revealed at the Worst moment; & The Fight#//Or (1) pretty blonde badass of an Acting Grandmaster
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