#hapi new ye

[qqqkrolek]

[meanbossart]

I was wondering, what with the lovely couple aiming to cure Astarion's vampirism and all–

when the time actually comes, if ever, for Astarion to take that leap and abandon immortality, would DU!Drow have second thoughts? Perhaps, even, try stopping him? Not because he doesn't want Astarion to be happy, but because he would begin to age and has new vulnerabilities, making DU!Drow immensely paranoid/insecure.

This came to me because of the Bhaalist!AU where we see him sabotage Astarion's ascension. I mean, I'm going to assume he's much less toxic in the canon path 👀

Yes he is not as humongous of an ass canonically, LOL. Still an asshole, but he's very earnest and fairly eager to learn how to be a better person to those he cares about, not to mention the random bout of stranger's empathy here and there.

But for your actual question, it depends! There are two wolves inside the man: one who suffers whenever he has to see Astarion being hindered by his vampirism, and one who still secretly enjoys him depending on him to an extent because of it. There is also a third, secret wolf called "maybe he's trying to be okay with this vampire thing and he would be better off for it, actually" that has been trying to crawl its way to the forefront on two broken legs for months, but we ignore that one.

And, of course, DU drow is easily swayed by Astarion's will when he puts things just the right way to convince him - which he knows how to do. If becoming mortal was a snap of the fingers away, all Astarion would have to do is get the wet eyes out and he would probably get his way.

His "baby please I only wish to take one last mortal piss before I perish for good" face. (I was laughing at some screenshots on another tab and had to come up with an excuse to put this one here, sorry.)

Anyways, while DU drow is canonically and vehemently searching for a "cure" for Astarion, his actual opinions on how the outcome of such would affect them vary depending on the day you ask him about it, and just how much thought you can assuade him to put into it. Things definitely begin to fall apart when you press.

But, generally, I think spawn Astarion would be ecstatic about having his mortality back. Sure, that means foregoing things like eternal "life" and regenerative powers, but no longer having to worry about daylight, rivers, and holy artefacts would very much balance it out. Astarion's hapiness would be enough to give DU drow the necessary peace of mind when facing any of the related downsides.

Also - they are still relatively ambitious and power-hungry. When time started rolling through, DU drow would prooooobably come up with the brilliant idea to pursue some other means of immortality for themselves, which for the record I think is absolutely hysterical and says a lot about the guy's thought process (FIRST, we cure you of your vampirism, THEN, we give you immortal life - the logic is infallible).

But also this is all presupposing he wouldn't come to accept Astarion's eventual death through old age just through like, you know, personal growth. I don't have these guys' lives planned from start to finish, and anything could happen.

(As an addendum, this ask isn't about my thoughts on whether or not it is thematically better for Astarion to turn back or not - I'm just entertaining the concept.)

[woundedoves]

Yan!Playboy(OC) x GN!Reader

this is like a… plot but im gonna be busy for a bit so i wanted to at least post something! you can send requests or questions about every yandere type i’ve done btw! id be hapy to hear your thoughts<3

warnings: possessiveness, toxic asshole alert, beating the shit out of someone (not the reader obvs dont worry), not proofread!

thinking about a hypocrite yandere!playboy. says you cant touch anyone cant have sex with anyone but him, but he is free to fool around however the hell he wants.

you would protest if he wasnt capable of absolutely demolishing your financial and social life, i mean you’re a virgin anyways but god, you really wanted to lose it in college.

yan!playboy who puts these restrictions for you! yes darling<3 we cant have those filthy fucks who’ve fucked the whole campus ever lay a hand on you, no no no that would ruin you. thats why he has never gone over flirting with you, he’s too afraid to taint that perfect image of you that he made up in his mind. that you’re this meek little thing that would never ever disobey what he wants as long as he got you whatever you wanted!

he invites you to a party, you tell him you’ve never been to one before. of course! you’re all so new to this so you’ll be his + 1 for the night, isnt that great?<3 until he gets a few shots down and starts acting like a horn dog like he always is to anyone that slightly looks like you or is the same gender as you, he’s all over them all while looking at you and telling you to keep watching because fuck, your expressions and your attention are so euphorically orgasmic that he can’t even imagine how that perfect fuckin body of yours would feel against his used up one.

once he gets drunk as absolute all hell and you finally get sick of his shit you just try to get out but the person you’ve been eyeing since the start of the semester comes up to you . one thing leads to another and you’re there , on one of the bedrooms of fuck knows whos villa, you’re making out and god you almost forgot how fucking good it felt to have another persons lips on yours; shivering as their hands reach your skin and carress you just right.

yan!playboy just a stumbling mess, murmuring your name and looking around for you until he opens his bedroom door to see you making out with that fuckin asshole on his bed. instantly sobering up, he yanks the person from their collar just as you gasp in horror as he proceeds to beat the shit of them. telling them to get the fuck out before he really shows them what money can hide and do, and they obviously do leave with a concerned look at you through their bruised eyes.

yan!playboy turns to look at you, he’s fucking furious, “what? i leave you for 5 fucking minutes and you go to suck off a loser’s face? are you that desperate?!” you get up, tears are bubbling up and threatening to spill as your voice wavers, “YOU are the one grinding on people while telling ME to watch! what the fuck do you expec-“ your words are cut short as he takes you by your nape and meets your lips with a really harsh kiss. making you groan in pain as he nips on your lower lip, he takes your face in his hands with force, making you look straight into his eyes

“you’re mine. you got that? you’re mine and only mine and if i see another fucker ever touch you i swear to god ill fucking kill them and lock you up and collar your pretty neck so you’ll finally be a good fucking pet. got it, darling?”

[yeoldenews]

It’s Dear Santa time again!

Every year since 2010, I have spent the month of December posting children's Dear Santa letters.

Publishing letters to Santa in the newspaper first became widely popular in the late-1890s, though scattered newspapers did so as early as the mid-1880s. I believe this sudden explosion in popularity was at least partially the result of the famed "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause" editorial which was published in The New York Sun in September of 1897.

In large cities Dear Santa letters often acted as a method of getting needed clothing and supplies to impoverished children when parents might be ashamed to ask for charity. Subscribers to the newspaper could choose a child’s letter and provide the items they asked for. The most common requests were shoes and coats.

Sometimes newspapers offered prizes for the best letter (which I suspect often acted as another clandestine form of charity as the winners were often letters asking for basic clothing and school supplies.) Though these prizes could range from the ordinary (a sled or a doll) to the extravagant (a $20 gold piece or a live pony.)

Often local stores would enter children in a drawing if they mentioned the store in their letter - which on occasion would result in children hilariously name-dropping every store in town just in case.

Writing Dear Santa letters was also commonly an activity done at school, often following some rough form letter. These letters are fairly easy to spot as they often hype up what a good student the child was and include effusive praise for their teacher (who would likely see the letter before it was sent.)

So why have I spent hundreds of hours of my life over the last decade reading tens of thousands of these letters?

Children's voices are largely absent from the historical record.

Dear Santa letters offer an extremely rare opportunity to see history unfold through children's eyes - in their own (often creatively spelled) words.

1914′s “Remember the children in Belgium” becomes 1918′s “Please visit my brother in France”.

During the Great Depression the very common phrase “I know you’re poor this year too Santa” gives a glimpse into parents' attempts to explain to their children why they might not be getting as much this year.

1939′s “Be careful flying over Europe” becomes 1945′s “Since the war is over you’re making bb-guns again right?”

Requests for toy flying machines become aeroplanes become fighter jets become space shuttles.

Dolls and wagons become Shirley Temple merchandise become Erector Sets become Barbies and Star Wars action figures.

But through all these changes one thing remains clear throughout 130+ years of letters to Santa, despite the rapidly changing world around them - children have always been children.

I hope you enjoy these letters as much as I do! (All decade+ of posts are tagged “Dear Santa” if you’d like to see more than just this year’s selection.)

Hapy Holadays and Marry Crimes!

[spitinsideme]

Hello Spitty!! (Sorry do you mind if I call you that I just love giving people endearing nicknames hhh)

I'm a new follower but definitely a long-time lurker!! I have been seeing you around my feed for a LOOONG long time now , and I gotta say --

BLESS YOU.

I'M ALWAYS A BIG FAN ON HOW YOU DRAW THINGS DHSNDB THE CHICKEN SCRATCH....HELLO.......AND THE WAY YOU DRAW RAGATHA???? SHE'S SO HUGGABLE AND AUGH -- I honestly cannot fathom how amazing and satisfying your artstyle is , it's like I'm munching endlessly on some of my favourite chips with a hint of spiciness (because Yuri am I right) while drinking on a refreshing soda drink...It's just THAT good....

Please keep being you you're just that awesome Spikitty Sput 🫶🫶

(ALSO DON'T GET ME START WITH YOUR POMNI SHE'S SO -- I want to strangle her so bad she's so girlfailure what a scrunkly little guy)

Literally me everytime I see your posts

(and I also love the way you type hhhhh I'm known for my typos and fast typing self too AHEHE we're just charming that way just like you said 💪💪🫡)

qctually made me sohappy that i wnated this in my inbox forevee so that i could alwyas read it and YES YOU CAN CALL ME NICKNAMES !!! I AM VERY HAPPY TO BE CALLED NICKAMES !!

THABK YOU !!!! I APRECIATE IT SOMUXH HONESLRY YOU DONRKNOW HOW MUCH THAT MEANS TO ME !!!IM SO FLAD MY ART CAN MAKE YOU TJAT HAPY MY SILLY LTTLE DRAWKNGS CAN MAKE YOU FEEL TJAY WAY !!!! THAT MY ARTSTYLE IS WOMTHING YOU CAN ENJKY THAT MUCH !!! i lovw drawkng and i draw to make others happy as wwl and feel the joy ifeel qhen making art so i am sosososhapppy that you feel that way, thank you !!! actually mafe my day when i first got the ask i ve bene reaeing ir like everyday sinxe then amd YEAH POMNI IS SO GIRLFAILURE !!!! SHES SO SILLY LIKE THAT !! and yesyes i hav ebeen seeing you around for sosos lomg now and when i noticed you following me i thoufh huh ??? butnyiuve bene hwre foeevwr ??? youve been here so log i recogmises your name as soon as i sqw ir, butnhinestly thanknyiu cor luje the fidth time !! mafe me.extrmely happy to reas this ❤️❤️

[notmybitch]

I wasn't able to watch yesterday and today's scenes with some peace and quiet until now. And I'm kinda glad I did because I was losing my mind watching everything. Sososo good. The smiles. The overall hapiness they both have. The flirting you guys. THE FLIRTING. I can handle having a little less scenes from them if when they are together they act like this. From the moment I saw Marta's little saunter and Fina said 'Buenas tardes, señora' I knew I was done for. Marta proposing an escaped to Madrid? God, if they actually go through with it and we finally get to see them together, alone and happy in their 'pisito' I'll legit start crying. It's so great to see them being all thirsty and in-love. I hope we get more of this for some episodes at the very least. The almost kiss turned into 'yes help me with the eyelash that got into my eye'? Funny but scared the shit out of me. Good luck for them Tasio is way too busy with his situation to even notice. I can't wait for Marta to know about her new half-bro 👀 and Fina's reaction might be epic too. I do hope they actually take keeping things hidden more seriously because I'm afraid maybe Rosa's replacement won't be as discreet. I loved today's introduction of Claudia's mother. She is hilarious. If she takes care of Claudia or if Claudia just gets back to the shop, then Marta and Fina should get that chance for that little visit to Madrid soon😏

[joanie-88]

Hey guys! just popping in to say something.

I'm not feeling good theses days. yes, im working on a project that makes me happy but, inside.. i'm not happy. i'm drawing, i'm hapy for some ammount of time and then, nothing. i feel empty, sad, angry, shamefull.. im seeking a mental health professional.

my medication doesn’t have effects on me anymore.

so i'll take a break from social media for a while, until i figure things out. i'm also looking for a new job because my current job doesn’t help me not liking me. It makes it worse. and it's stressful looking for a new job. i don't even want a new job. i want to be a youtuber at full time but. for now i'm not mentally present for it. and i need the money. soo.... i'm sorry. i'm gonna work on projects i promissed to finish soon. being an adult is confusing at all times and stressfull. you have a lot on your mind. you bearly get any sleep and the next day you have to work.

anyways. my birthday is coming up this week so i'm gonna try not to think about how shamefull i am or how i hate living with myself.. i'm gonna think of how i'm... um... yeah.. ok... i can't really lie about that can i? so yeah. i'm just gonna try not think about that and just spend a somewhat nice time with my friends and familly during my birthday. <3

love y'all! see you next time i feel better!

[future-crab]

I spent all day reading Laura Jane Grace's memoir and felt compelled to try writing something in that sort of non-fiction/memoir/personal essay style. I'm not really sure if this is worth posting, but you can blame @unusualshrimp for encouraging me.

Laura Jane Grace’s memoir has got me thinking about diaries, and about writing down important memories before they have a chance to fade too much. And honest to God, I think seeing her in concert might be one of the best memories of my life. Walking down well-lit Cleveland streets on a warm early-summer night, just barely cooled off from a sweltering early-summer day, humming fucking M*A*S*H to myself as I left the show – a song she wouldn’t release for another few months, and that I wouldn’t even especially like in its studio-recorded form – I was as happy as I’d ever been.

My cousin’s apartment was only a block or two from the venue, and despite the late hour, I had plans to meet up with them after the show. I wished, suddenly, that they lived farther away. I wanted this walk to last forever. 

Have you had any suicidal thoughts today? Yes, I’ve had about seven or eight. A modicum of propriety kept me from actually singing it out loud, but it looped in my head, over and over, the buoyant, infectious rhythm of it setting the pace of my steps. I hadn’t caught the rest of the chorus, or if I had it hadn’t stuck, so I just filled in the space in my head with nonsense.

Have you had any suicidal thoughts today? Yes, I’ve had about seven or eight. La da da da da-di da da da da, So ba-da killing yourself today. The chorus ended, then began again. The verses hadn’t stuck either. Have you had any suicidal thoughts today? Yes, I’ve had about seven or eight…

My scuffed platform boots bounced against the pavement. I wondered if the people passing by could tell – from my outfit, from the stench of sweat and booze and weed drifting off me, from the Laura Jane Grace tee shirt tucked between my body and my bag because it was too hot to put it on, from the big, doofy grin on my face – that I had just come from a concert. As far as I was concerned, I was glowing like those big sodium-yellow streetlights overhead.

Have you had any suicidal thoughts today? Yes, I’ve had about seven or eight. La da da da da-di da da da da, So ba-da killing yourself today… 

Was it “killing” or just “kill?” I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I couldn’t relate to the song at all, just then. Unhappiness was a vague and unconvincing memory. Life was joy and sweat and sticky heat, and shouting along to True Trans Soul Rebel in a packed, tiny room that smelled like tobacco and body odor.

The world didn’t feel real. The street, the lights, the air that never quite stirred into a breeze. I wasn’t used to such complete and uncomplicated hapiness. I had felt it after other concerts before – driving back to a crappy Long Island motel room after MCR, sprinting away from Mr. Small’s through a sudden torrential downpour after an unexpectedly excellent LS Dunes show, wandering the South Side with my sister after seeing the Crane Wives together, unable to make any conversation beyond Holy shit, that was a good show! – and I knew it wouldn’t last forever, but in that moment it still felt like it might.

I bounded up the three flights of stairs to my cousin’s apartment more loudly than I should have, and more quickly, too – I was out of shape and asthmatic, but joy had given me strength. I probably wasn’t very good conversation. I was still incoherent from the glow of the concert, convinced that such insights as, She played Black Me Out, and, like, obviously she was going to play Black Me Out, but holy shit Black Me Out was incredible! were not only interesting but important. 

It turns out my cousin’s boyfriend knew her work. When I mentioned Against Me!, he went, “Oh, man, that’s her? I didn’t recognize her new name – I used to listen to them way back before she transitioned!” We chatted about the band, about the venue, about the show. I tried, probably without success, to impart what it had felt like, because it had felt incredible. I was hot and tired and miserable through both openers, because I’d had a long drive to Cleveland that morning and spent just about every minute since on my feet and in the sun. She took the stage at 10:00 pm, and at 9:59 I was wondering if I should just head home early, because even if I could stay on my feet through the entire set, there was no way I’d enjoy myself. And then the instant she stepped into view, it was like a switch had flipped. I was grinning from ear to ear. I must have looked insane, but I wasn’t about to care. I will never understand the kind of stage presence some people have – it feels like a magic trick.

Eventually I had to go back to my hotel – my cousin and her boyfriend were too polite to hint that I should leave, but I could tell that they, at least, needed to get some sleep. I was still too wired to even attempt sleep for another few hours, but I managed to resist the temptation to keep them up all night. As I stepped out into the stairwell – old fashioned art deco tiling spreading out in pretty black-and-white patterns down three storeys to the exit below – my radiant joy dimmed just slightly.  The song in my head had lost some of its energy, but it looped dutifully on.

Have you had any suicidal thoughts today? Yes, I’ve had about seven or eight… 

I stepped out into the hot summer night aware that eventually – not soon, but eventually – I would come down from this high. I’d fall asleep, the sun would rise – though not necessarily in that order – and the day I saw Laura Jane Grace perform would give way to just some Sunday in May. But for just a moment, it had felt like that night would never have to end.

[atsukinakae]

Hi! I wanted to ask if I could request a Luka (miraculous) x ftm reader (he/they). Where reader moves to Paris and becomes the new student in marinettes class. Noone knows that he is trans yet and everyone refers to him as "she". Because of that he gets akumatised but he can change to his normal self while being akumatised. So noone knows the new villain is him because while he is in his akumatised form he looks like a boy, but when he changes back to his normal form he somewhat looks like a girl and acts completely normal. The thing is, he isn't aktually bad or wants to harm people. Hawkmoth told him, that when he steals ladybugs and cat noirs miraculous, Hawkmoth would turn him into a real boy. You can put as much angst and fluff and whatever you want in it if you decide to write it. Sorry if it is confusing. How the story ends is up to you, but maybe a happy ending :). Thank you, and have a nice day!

If your uncomfortable or you want to change the pronouns you can tell me (⁠^⁠^⁠).

The end is kind of a mix of comfort and happy ending

Angst and Fluff | Luka Couffaine x FTM!reader.

d/n:Deadname

Pronoums:He/They

PLEASE READ THIS:Reader is a still in closet and nobody knows he's/they are trans.

Never thought this would happen

It was 8:00AM when the teacher entered in the silent class,"Good morning students"the teacher said,"Good morning", the students said some half asleep and some others trying to not to fall asleep."I know you all aren't fully awake but I want you know that we have a new student"."You can come in".You entered the class looking at the floor,you walked straight were the teacher was and introduce your self,"Hi,i'm d/n".

It hurted you saying your birthname that you never felt like It was yours,but couldn't do anything,you were scared on how would people react.

"You can sit next to Ivan",then a tall boy raised his hand.Even tho it was your first at this new school you were scared because everyone was staring at you like you are some type of alien,but they are just curious.

After school you walked home while listening to music,when you arrived home you found a blue haired boy talking to your mom.

"Hey dear how was your first day of school?"you're mom said with a smile.

"It was good mom"you said looking confused at the blue haired boy.

"Oh I almost forgot,he's Luka Couffaine,my childhood best friend's son

"Luka,she is my daugther *deadname*"

You smiled uncomfortable not knowing what to do, after a few seconds he left because he had things to do.

After eating you went to your bedroom and lay down on your bed.You couldn't stop thinking about Luka,that boy that had you crazy from the second that saw him.

"He's so cute with that smile that is making me go crazy,wait,I just met him today,I can't fall in love with someone without knowing them" That's what you said to yourself.

In the last weeks you everytime you saw Luka he would say hi to you and sometimes even had little conversations.In the class you have been talking with almost everyone except for the blonde girl,Chloe and her friend Sabrina.

But we all know that hapiness isn't forever,one day you woke up without energy and not wanting to talk to anyone.In class you were quiet and your friends were worried about you.In the middle of the class you raised you hand,"Can I go to the bathroom?","Yes,but is everything is okay?",you didn't say anything,you just locked yourself in the bathroom and cried because everyone was refers to you as a girl,even if your not.Cried till you couldn't cry more,on the other side,Hawkmoth was prepared to akumatise his new victim.

A black and purple butterfly flew to you and akumatised you.

"Hello y/n","Who are you and how do you my name?"you said with a shaky voice,"I'm Hawkmoth and I am here to help you","Help me?,How are you going to help me?","I can make you look like a boy but... I want Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculous".

There was silent for a few seconds,"So... Deal?"

"Deal but I want you to help me with some things because i just arrived a few weeks ago".You said with confidence on yourself.

*Toc Toc* "d/n,are you okay?Do you want to talk?"You hear Marinette worried voice.

You opened the door,without looking at Marinette,"I'm sorry for for worrying y'all,I was not in a good mood" you said while walking out of the bathroom.

It was break time and all you did was eat and listen to your friends.You didn't told anyone about Hawkmoth or that your are the new villain.

"So... Now I am an villain? I mean,they hurt people or try to win against heroes because of they're past.But I just want to be a boy,act and be treated as a boy"You were so deep on your thoughts that you didn't notice Alix talking to you,"Calling d/n to earth",while shaking you from your shoulders.

After that you went back to the class,during class you tried to do a plan in your mind of how to get the miraculous of Ladybug and Chat noir.

After the classes end,you said goodbye to you're friends and went home.

After hoy did all tour tasks, you told you're mom that you we're going for a walk,but that was a lie.

After a few minutes of walking you found a perfect place to active your power,the metro(in Paris the metro are underground).Luckily there wasn't anyone and you transformed,after you looked into the reflect of glass(imagine there was a window or something that could reflect) you saw a boy,you couldn't believe it)

When you came out from you hiding place,you saw that everyone that looked at you got scared, because even though you looked like a boy,you has the aspect of a "villain"

And this was the perfect moment for making some (desastre),the only way to catch ladybug and chat noir's attetion

(Just imagine the fight and all because I don't know how to do this part,sorry)

After a long fight,Ladybug tried to calm you down because she knew that you were innocent and it was all plan yo have the miracles.

Well you actually calmed down a bit.

Chat noir tried to aproach you slowly,in the end he succeded to break the akumatized object and have you back in your normal form.

After Ladybug restored everything,you fell down on your knees and repeting "I couldn't do it","It's over,I won't ever be an actual boy" while sobbing.

Ladybug and Chat noir stared at you with sad and worried eyes,they didn't know what to do or say.Ladybug sat next to you and tried to calm you down by hugging you.

"Little boy,look at me please" said chat noir while wiping away your tears,when he saw your puffy red eyes he got More worried but still tried to act calm for you."We don't know what made you do all of this but just let you know that we are here you anytime you need us"

And with that after a few minutes they dissapeard because their didn't have much time with their costumes on."We gotta go,don't have much time,see ya next time little boy".

After the weekend and all the incident that happened on friday you went back to daily routine,but this time was diferent,Marinette and Alya came to you and once again tried to be friends even after all the times you did never actually spoke too much.But this time you tried to actually be friends with them and tried your best so want be felt left out.

School was over and now you had summer vacations and with your group you went to a near park and the delicious ice cream from the sweet and kind man.Later y'all went to see the beautiful sunset on Luka's ship,"Guys I need to say something"you said while playing with your hands because of the nerves."I- I'm trans,I am boy who is trapped in girls body,and that my name is y/n"

There was a loud silence before everyone hugged,you were surprised because you would have never thought that this will happen.

"It's okay y/n, don't worry,we accept as you truly are","Our sweet and kind boy,we love you and we are proud that you had so much trust on us to tell this"

[singularity-and-co]

(Narcissa @ Arceus) Forgive me if this is a bit forward, but ive noticed something of a repeating pattern about the issies plaguing your universe. It seems like you've conditioned the gods of your world not to care about what happens to those in it. You say you have trouble controlling a single mew, ypuve out unrealistic expectations on your children with harsh punishments.

It feels like you rule through fear and threat of deletion and not respect and as a result all your problems stem from creatures who through your actions know you dont value them or their lives and it seems they have the mentality to care as little for the failure of your world when you care so little for them.

Or at least thats what ive seen. I mean with the amount of time you said you erased and restarted...it looks like you cemented the idea that it doesnt matter what they do good or bad, if you arent hapy you'll just replace them with a new one. Thats a disastrous mindset to have. Your doomed for the cycle to repeat cause the only thing you havent changed with each restart...is yourself.

*A quick, stern look lets the Palkia know he’s not welcome to listen in on this conversation. With a quick, “Sorry,” he heads off. Galaxis never wants to deal with his father when he’s in a state like this.*

Arceus: I am trying. I have been trying for years and years. You think I want to be rid of my children with each reset? Of course I don’t! It’s so difficult with each reset! But I cannot keep a failure of a universe going. This is necessary for me to do. Yes, I know it’s awful for me to have to erase my children and raise them all over again. I know. But it’s what I need to do. I don’t care if you are from a universe where things have been successful. You have had no idea what I have had to go through to even get this universe into a state in which I haven’t had to reset it yet! Of course I care about my children! How dare you consider the notion that I don’t!

*Arceus could feel the anger bubbling and boiling inside of him. He regretted even letting a single Pokémon speak to him. If this was the level of respect he was getting from Pokémon who barely knew him, he wanted nothing to do with them. With deep, heavy breaths, he stared down at the Lunala.*

Arceus: You think I want to punish my children? To threaten them? Of course I don’t. I have only done so a couple of times. Do you want to know why? Because Singularity decided to enter the mortal realm and almost wipe out every single mortal. It’s so hard seeing your child, someone who you created, destroy the very world that you spent time and effort making. I cannot have my children, who wield powers beyond mortal comprehension, to roam around doing whatever they desire. Their actions have consequences. I tried the softer approach a long time ago and it did not work. I could not control the three of them. So now I’ve had to turn to my harsher methods. If you think coming to me with those comments will somehow change my “disastrous mindset” as you so claim, perhaps you should consider how you approach other Pokémon.

Arceus: Leave me be. I don’t want to ever see you in this realm again.

[kittydragondraws]

Murder Drones: INTERMISSION - Liveblog

Lol, lmao even

livechat going crazy (i'm scared why are there so many ships) aww teddy… oh oh… teddy NOOO DARREN NAUR chomps… jesus christ… oh naur ): nooo Uzi it's okay bbgirl roof bundles it's the biscuit he's here to save the day :D awww awww I love this d'aaw <3 V NO BAD GIRL BAD chomps N you're huring her V… stop ilovethisilovethisilovethisilovethis V STOP! N you're bad at whispering gremling energy like brother like sister yeet your girlfriend off a cliff oh I was worried it was glitching lol AINT NO WAY oh my god poor uzi V is … unimpressed Glowaticks :3 SHE'S HAPY BALD SHE'S DOING IT GO EMO GIRL GO BEST BLACK CAT CODED BESTIE!!!! OH GOD NO NOT NOW PLEASE STOP DHUT UP NO NO NO NO STOP NO STOP NO NO NO NO NO NONP NON'NON N NO PLEASE NKPPPOOP VGH oh god no oh me god please STOOOOOOPP[PPP BHJIO9TBG5VKBLIEF;

HDNKFNEFHIEFKDKM;FKN;BFK ZSS STO STO[ NPO NO BO0P STOP STOP NONONONOINO STOOOOOPPPP IT SOTOP NO JESUS no n she's your friend OH HELL YEAH SOBBING OH MY GOD HELL NO STOP RIGHT HERE I NEED MY PERSONAL SPACE SAME N… SAME at this point i doubtt she cares if uzi will reboot N FIND HER holy christ SHE HAD NO HEAD STOPPP NO STOP NO PLEASE YES COME BACK YOU'RE FINE DW GIRL IT'S OKAY awwwww V I HATE YOU STOP IT NO STOP STOP oh my god… stop VVVVVVVV v, you 'kay girlypop? V PLEASE STOP NOOOO! V I HATE YOU PLEASE STOP V ATOP NO I HATE YOU STOP STOP STOP Glitch would never let N swear what is this building? lab…. jars? UZI GIRL PLEAS EIT'S OKAY sad tail <:{ V STOP IT STOP PLEASE OH… MY… WHAT… GOD… STOP… HELL… STOP NO NO NO CYN I HATE YOU STOPPPPPPP STOPPPPPPP NAUR NAURP''' I HATE THIS I HATE THIA I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS V HAVE A HEART PLEASE don worry we just gonna… hand you a hand yeah hand helping hand oh my god meltuy flesh headpats aww headpats Uzi it's okay uzi uzi baby it's okay daww he's happy to see his girls alive and safe V no please STOP V PLEASE STOP V V PLEASE STOP V PLEASE… seek therapy BISCUIT HUGS V TAKE THE BISCUIT HUGS gremlin mode is back Uzi has a habit for falling off ledges and flying now v admit you can be sane and kinda nice

"baby bird uzi" "she creepin" NAU R BAT VS DOG VS CAT oh my god v… she peepin happy bday NEW BESTIE MD CONTENT CREATOR the uwu mouth is killing me

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Through the Raindrops - Modern Kun x VT OS

A/N: Recreating the iconic rain scene from the movie Rehna Hai Tere Dil Mein with a little twist ….enjoy

Kundavai= Kavya and Vanthiyathevan= Dev

Dev ran to the telephone booth soaked to the core in the rain and picked up the telephone to call his dad. It's been some time since he has called, he thought back to the last conversation he had where his father was asking him why there isn't a girl in his life. He simply stated that he hasn't met his kind of girl yet. Obviously the next question was what was his kind of girl to find surprisingly he didn't had an answer. He believed in the book and movie version of love at first sight where you just feel different when you meet your soulmate. A good difference which is extremely difficult to describe than you think. "My kind of girl is…..my kind of girl" He found himself saying, his dad giving him a puzzled look. He laughed thinking what his dad will say when he hears that his dear son has not met "his kind of girl" even in the country's capital New Delhi. It's a lost cause. His dreams and aspirations of a relationship is a lost cause.

While waiting for the call to be picked up he looked outside, seeing a couple of children playing in the rain and a car on the side with a man checking on the engine. The road was empty otherwise what with the heat downpour.

"Dad pick up the phone yaar" He said to himself exasperated. He noticed then that the backdoor of the car opening. He didn't realise there was a passenger in the car till now. Why was the person opening the door? Maybe to come to the booth for a phone call? He saw a woman come out, slamming the door and soaking in the rain. Crazy. He thought not even an umbrella with her. She wrapped her shawl around her and approached the playing children. Now he was curious. What was she about to do? The children saw the woman come towards them with her arms crossed across her chest. They stopped playing and stood together as if waiting to get scolded for jumping around in the downpour. Dev also found himself waiting to see what she'd do, still holding the phone in his ear waiting for his dad to pick up. The woman stepped back a bit and slowly started to take off her heels. It was at this moment that his dad decided to take the call, "Hello, hello"

He visibly jerked out of his stupor and said "Hello, this is Delhi calling from Dev"

"Hello Dev..Hello Delhi..I mean Hello Dev, hello hello" He lowered the phone and with his other hand cleared the glass of the raindrops to see the scene more clearly. The woman kicked out her legs and started jumping around, the children joining her the next second, dancing around her and shouting and howling in their fun. Dev was…he actually didn't knew what he was feeling. It was a mixture of surprise, wonder, curiosity, hapiness. The lightning illuminated her face while she was twirling on of the boys and jumping along with them. Dev caught his breath. The lightning revealed a beautiful face and an even more beautiful smile - the best he has ever seen. She was enjoying the moment, laughing with her companions with her hair bouncing with her every movement. What was this feeling he was having? He wasn't able to pinpoint it. It felt different. Good different….oh God! Was this..?

Smiling from the realisation he put the telephone to his ear again with his dad still saying hello from the other side.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"I saw her?"

"Arrey, Who did you see?"

"My kind of girl" He said grinning looking at the mystery girl .

Just then the man who was fixing the engine, closed the hood and signalled to the dancing girl, who in turn waved to the children and climbed back into the car, her heels in her hands.

"Dad she's going" Dev said, disappointed that the car was fixed so quickly.

"Who is going?" His dad asked, still confused

"Going" He said again, watching the car move, wishing it had a breakdown again

The children waved back to the car which passed the telephone booth and a frustrated Dev looking at the car and saying "Gone". He just realised that he didn't knew anything about the dancing girl who he was quick to label his girl. What was her name? Where was she from? Nothing. In the time he was gaping at her, he could've made his way over, met her talked with her and even danced with her and the kids. But what did he do? Nothing!

In the background, he could still hear his dad, asking him what nonsense he was sprouting from the other side of the telephone line. He hang up the phone and pressed his forehead against the glass of the booth, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.

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Kavya didn't regret what she did one bit. Sure, it was out of her character to go and get soaked in rain but today she was feeling different. The longer she sat in the car watching the children playing in the rain, the more she wanted to join them and finally she gave in to her urge. She laughed at how shocked her mother was going to be on seeing her but she didn't care. She felt good. Crazy good and romantic. Must be the rain. She thought, being the monsoon lover and a fan of rom-com movies. 

This idea had been in my head for some time now…Finally decided to write it down and hope I did justice to the scene and characters. Waiting to hear your thoughts.

@ramcharanobsessed @dumdaradumdaradum @vibishalakshman @harinishivaa @hollogramhallucination @kovaipaavai@rang-lo. @willkatfanfromasia@thelekhikawrites@thegleamingmoon@deafeningflowercat@yehsahihai@whippersnappersbookworm@itsfookingloosah@gemsmusings@chiyaanvikram@elvenladysakura. @matka-kulfi. @madatdisney@bumblebeeskywalker@vahnithedreamer@nkarti@dosai-maavu@utterlynotperfect@winter-birds@happy-bookworm @tumbledout @anabanana4115 @freeunknownwasteland @bhataktiatmacore@rapunzels-stuff@celestesinsight@mairablue@rationalelderberry@existenceiswhateven@arachneofthoughts@spider5884fan11 @cara-2003 @nirmohi-premika @stella12 @thereader-radhika

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Oh my god, I don't even have the words to describe how I feel after reading your latest fic.

Just the setting and the ambiance of the beginning and then the reader being not a big big party person. (By the way, was the party organized by Jackson or not???) (sorry....) And then they go to the beach and they just... They fall right into JUUUNNN???? Where can this happen to me too??? I wanna know

Then, just like always your smutty parts are the best. You just have a way of telling them that makes the reader really visualize it. Or even feel it?? (if that makes sense) Like I don't know if this makes a lot of sense but it was just so fluffy in a way. They didn't even need to exchange words for the most part (they only spoke for consent I think) like if they did understant each other perfectly even thought they just met and AAAAAAAAH I stop here okay And even after that !!! The aftercare I just.... My stomach made full loops at how soft and gentle that was. I swear I don't know how you do that but reading your fics is always something that gives me butterfliessss (Sorry it sounds a bit cliché but... It's true...).

But... when they needed to part ways, I was kind of sad... I did a total change of mood in 10 seconds. AND THEN the end ???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THEY FINALLY EXCHANGE NAMES !!!! (yes, i did scream in hapiness at that)

And hum... I'm going to stop here because I could continue to ramble about how much I loved this and how much I just adore your way of writing things. Sorry if I spoke too much... I was really looking forward to your new fic and you really didn't disappoint !

I hope you have a really good day and sorry again for rambling too much. Sending you lots of love and support !!!

no i appreciate you so so much thank you for rambling!!! if nobody ever sent asks like these then i would never know how ppl felt 😭 it really means sooo much and it makes me want to keep writing for the lovely ppl like you who let me know you liked reading my work💗

honestly the reason why i didn't have them speak very much during the smut was because they didn't know each others' names and i didn't know how to write it without mentioning names nsdhfksj lmao. but i'm so happy you enjoyed that part!! the smut is the hardest part for me to write because i feel like it gets too repetitive and i run out of ways to describe it so i end up cutting it short :/

also, the bachelorette party was hosted by mingyu & his bride so technically not jackson butttt... that doesn't mean he wasn't invited 🫢 that's open to interpretation hehe

(also i posted another little blurb about what happens after the end of the fic, if you wanna read it's here :))

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Damaged and Forgoten – Kelvin x Female Reader – Part 5/5

Part 4

Tags: smut and fluffff

That unexpected romance between you, between surviving and killing enemies, had happened without warning, but it was something that kept you hopeful for the future. Though with each passing day, it was getting harder for Kelvin to tell you the truth, and by the time another two weeks of kissing and cuddling had passed, part of him had given in to the idea of telling you. He couldn't, he just couldn't, he didn't want to lose that, even though his conscience killed him at night. He, at least, had promised himself not to go beyond that, not to do anything carnal with you, not like that.

You were feeling a little weird that morning, though you weren't sure what. You gave a couple of loud sneezes and rubbed between your eyes, while your head ached slightly. You opened your eyes, paying attention, memories appearing out of nowhere, somewhat mixed up, but finally there. You celebrated quietly inside the shelter, remembering things like your favorite song, your age, your phone number, what had happened on your last birthday, things from just before that failed mission. You stood still though, remembering something that made you frown.

You quickly left, seeing Kelvin setting some wooden poles aside. You approached him, seeing his smile, which you returned, to touch his cheek and slap him. Gentle enough not to hurt him, but firm enough for him to understand that you was serious.

He widened his eyes, perplexed, seeing your unpleasant expression. He paled slightly, saying a soft but clear “Fuck”. He saw you point to the shelter, as if you were ordering a dog to come home once and for all, and he hurried to obey, head down, sensing what was happening.

You sat down, writing a "Liar", crossing your arms, watching him sit next to you, shyly. "We are not a couple" you wrote again.

“You remember things, I'm hapy” He wrote, honestly happy inside, feeling you slap his arm firmly. "I'm sorry" he hastened to write.

"Scoundrel" You put on an angry face "That was disloyal."

"I'm sorry" He repeated "Was a joke", "I was going to say, but you kised me".

"You could have said it later" You denied.

"You kised me" He hurried "Why?", "I thought you didn't feel anything"

You just arched your shoulders, trying to avoid the question, hiding the embarrassment behind a serious face.

"You never acept a date with me" Kelvin wrote again "Why?"

"For that? You busy with others” You snorted “New woman every 5 days”

"They weren't dates" He looked at you tenderly "Date has love" "That was just sex"

"Is the same." You rolled your eyes.

"No, I just want date you" He hesitated a bit "You know me" "How many times have you heard me say I love you?" "Only you"

Kelvin touched his chest, made a heart with his hands and pointed at you, mouthing “I love you”, and repeating that over and over again, looking deep into your eyes. You sighed, denying.

"Be honest" He wrote to you "We survived by miracle" "We don't know what will happen" "We don't have time to lie"

You read it, thinking, knowing it was true. You two hadn't died because you had an angel on your butt, and to pretend that you could have a second miracle if you both got out alive, was waiting too long for an uncertain future.

You huffed and grumbled, typing “Jealous,” averting your eyes.

He looked at you, confused "From who?"

"Of your lovers" You kept not looking at him.

“I asked you dates tons of times” He got even more confused “For years”

“I wanted to be the only one, not one more” You frown.

“You were always the one” He softly denied “And I needed lovers” “You make me horny 24/7”

You said a scandalous and verbal "Kelvin!", blushing, angry, that, although he did not listen, he did read it on your lips and made him laugh in that precious way that you loved so much.

"I promise no more lovers" You read, almost without wanting to look at him "Only if you say yes" "You want be my girlfriend?"

You hated it. You hated that he always asked you that. You hated that you loved him enough to hate him for sleeping with random womens, even though it was obvious after you denying every time. You had no right to demand anything of him. Because you had always loved him, although you did not remember why you had refused the first time. You only remembered that, since that time, he flirted with you whenever he could, asked you out, you said no, and as a result, he would spend an hour with any free lady who was available to “chill out”. You hated that, you hated that he slept with a woman after flirting with you, you got mad and so jealous, that feeling came back to your brain every time he asked you for a date. And the cycle was repeated, over and over again, the resentment had grown in you, each time.

Kelvin was understanding a little about that, he understood that you were somewhat hurt, he understood that professing his love for you lost its meaning when you saw him go hand in hand with another lady, even though it was only to relax what you caused him.

His hands cupped your face so you could see him once and for all, so you could read the "I'm sorry" and the "I love you" on his lips, so you could see the seriousness in his eyes.

You stood still, looking at his brown eyes, as determined and serious as you had rarely seen in your life, thinking, recognizing that you had almost lost the man you loved, that he was still deaf, that having him in front of you was a miracle.

He watched your succulent mouth move, your lips draw an "I love you", while his heart bounced in his chest and his cheeks flushed as if he were an embarrassed teenager. He had waited years for that, and that was a real confession, you weren't amnesiac, at least not totally.

You weren't in a situation to pretend much more, so you hugged his waist, kissing him, listening to him murmur a “Fuck yes”, his lips searching for your mouth, his fingers caressing your face and hair as if you were the treasure of his life. That was what he wanted, for years, that was all Kelvin had needed.

You guys stood around frantically kissing and loving each other like a couple of hormonal boys, unaware that a rescue helicopter was approaching the island.

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WAITTT i wanna hear abt the 3h or engage s/is if ud be willing to talk abt them !! - @dmclr

omg HI! !!! ! ! !! ! ! ! my sillies! okay i will put words under the cut teehee (trying to not pass out while typing)

unfortunate news this is gonna be a huge ramble that makes very little sense i'm a few paragraphs in & it's so... um.

so ! korn is. kornseide elfenbein eryn. note the last name. i like the multidimensional fuckery fire emblem likes to do here & there so this one's essentially a chrobin fankid that's been sent to the three houses universe as a child lmao. & he's a cat beast unit! which do not exist in three houses much to my chagrin, but this is my way of changing the facts. & no one can stop me. also yes this does imply in my version of events robin is a catboy. he's also transgender. but that's a whole other story for another time

korn was found & taken in by seteth upon landing in fodlan, like... very dramatic scenario of the terrified child running for his life from an unspecified threat & running into this guy who instantly becomes a father figure. not intentionally. seteth just suffers it bc this kid has Latched onto him hard & he has a good heart

he gets to travel a fair bit for enrichment as he grows & ends up meeting a fair few members of the cast during said travels, notably raphael (the #bestie!!!!), dorothea, ashe, & of course lorenz & claude. back at garreg mach he doesn't really get to associate with seteth too much publicly not bc seteth doesn't want people to know he adopted this kid but bc this kid did a 180° & now finds his dad whom he chose himself deeply embarrassing so he pretends he's just like... a kid who works there. hangs with the ashen wolves. finds deep kinship w constance. thinks hapi's the coolest fucking person to walk the planet. so on so forth.

back to the main topic. um! when we get to the point of the game he kind of. he doesn't enroll! he uh, can't really. seteth won't let flayn in & he certainly won't let him in either. it's fine though. he sneaks into classes constantly or pretexts really urgently needing to clean the classroom so he can listen in on what's going on & learn more about the history of the world, as well as like. combat theory. he can't really get into practice so he practices by begging raphael to fight him every so often & yes he gets his shit rocked everytime

basically he's a silly guy who makes friends pretty easily. he doesn't really think. he has no clue he's from another world. hapi gave him a beaststone once & neither of them realise that's what's making him transform into a big fuckoff kitty creature she just gave him an item that made her think of him. he also lies a lot & he does it horribly bc he's not good at lying & he doesn't like lying but he feels like he'll get in trouble if he doesn't so he does. one thing that's i have failed to mention thus far though is that he has a strong sense of right & wrong so he kinda gets harsher during the timeskip? he can still be silly & jokies & whatnot but he's also like... a lot less lenient & forgiving. very one track mind. needless to say there's a point in time where he can't help but be heavily upset with seteth

now delfin... beast unit 2! !!! admittedly i do not have a lot for him in the way of backstory aside from "yea he worked at firene castle most of his time alive" but he is so personality... something about my s/is is that they tend to be guyfailures which says a lot about Me. & yeah he is no exception. clumsy bastard man who hides a lot. he can be found cowering in horse stalls whenever he messes something up. saddest soggiest cat around

he's pretty good at handling manual labour all things considered & gets along great with the horses. he's generally pretty good with animals but horses just Get Him man. he definitely bonds with amber over their connection to animals, & thinks zelkov caring for children as much as he does is "way too cute". he wanted to be upset with hortensia for a bit when she joined the party but. he could not. lmao. yunaka & alear are such #thebestie characters for him, but louis is like. THE childhood friend. louis will peoplewatch while he's just sitting there loafing next to him glaring at everyone but actually he's zoned the hell out. chloe is like a little sister to him

he doesn't, really have much stakes in the plot aside from like, "oh this is bad we should stop it"? he's here to hang out & do his job & also yearn horribly. yunaka & louis have found him hiding in a barrel after he interacted with boucheron once.....

oh also do NOT give him an emblem ring he will treat it the way cats treat laser pointers & probably land himself in the pool with a miserable yowl

i . .. realise i have nearly entirely avoided elaborating on the selfship dynamics specifically . um . i know why (worried what i will come off as if i do that) & it's a shame but i am not fixing that .. yet

[nerdnag]

Wooed by Wooloo

For @wherefore-whinnies 💕

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Constance squeezed the round, fluffy Wooloo plushie between her hands, studying the animal's innocent expression with a frown on her face. "I must confess I fail to understand the appeal of this... creature," she said, holding the plushie at an arm's length as she turned it around in confusion. "What could possibly be so fascinating about this overly round bundle of fluff? It looks like a ball of wool with a face."

With a fond smile, Yuri reached out to give the Wooloo plushie an affectionate pat on the head. “Yeah. That’s the point.”

“The point… is the fluff?”

“Exactly.”

Constance blinked in disbelief, her eyes narrowing as she contemplated Yuri's explanation. "You mean to tell me that people are genuinely enthralled by this... this... spherical sheep, solely due to its fluffiness?"

Yuri nodded, his grin widening. "It's a simple pleasure, Constance. Sometimes, it's the little things in life that bring us joy."

Constance let out a huff, still not quite convinced. "Very well, let me test this supposed allure of fluff," she announced, hesitantly pulling the plushie close to her chest. As she wrapped her arms around it, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh! It is... rather soft, I must admit."

Yuri watched Constance's expression shift from suspicion to curiosity with a gleam of amusement in his eyes. "See? It's not so bad, is it?"

"No, I suppose not," Constance admitted as she continued to squeeze the plushie. "But it still baffles me that such a mundane object could elicit such a fervent following."

Yuri shrugged. "I mean, look at it. Its roundness, its adorableness, the way it stares at you with those big, innocent eyes... It's hard not to love."

Just as Constance was about to retort, Hapi—who had been silently munching on a muffin by a table nearby—chimed in. "Hey, Coco," she said around her baked good, "did you know Yuri-bird owns a Wooloo pajamas?"

Constance's eyes widened in disbelief, and she shot a glance at Yuri, who looked slightly embarrassed but unapologetic. "Wooloo pajamas, you say? Such a thing exists?"

Hapi nodded, her tone impassive as she continued to munch on her muffin. "I’ve seen him wear them."

Yuri cleared his throat, trying to recover his composure. "Well, yeah, I do own a pair. They're quite comfortable, actually."

Constance chuckled at Yuri's reaction, delighted to see him caught off guard for once. However, she supposed she could see the appeal of owning such a garment. With a content smile, she turned her attention back to the plushie in her arms.

"Alright, I concede. There is a certain charm to this little fluffball," she said, her voice softening.

Yuri raised an eyebrow, a hint of triumph in his voice. "So, do I sense a new Wooloo enthusiast in our midst?"

"Well, let's not get carried away," Constance replied, feigning nonchalance. "I simply acknowledge that it possesses a degree of appeal. That's all."

"Ah, of course. You merely appreciate the fluff, nothing more."

"Yes, precisely. The fluff. That is all." She glanced around the room, her eyes lingering on the door. "Speaking of which," she said, trying her best to sound casual, "I just remembered that I have... an errand to run. Yes, that's it. An errand."

Yuri's smirk grew as he watched Constance fidget. "An errand? And what might that be?"

Constance huffed, crossing her arms. "It is of no concern to you! Besides, a lady does not reveal all her secrets."

"Of course not," Yuri said. "Well, I do hope your errand goes smoothly, whatever it may be."

With a nod, Constance stood up, still clutching the Wooloo plushie tightly to her chest. "Thank you, Yuri. I shall return shortly."

She hurriedly made her way to the door, trying her best to maintain an air of dignity. As she left the room, Hapi—still casually munching on her muffin—looked at Yuri with a knowing smile. "You think she's off to buy Wooloo pajamas?"

Yuri's laughter filled the room as he nodded. "I have no doubt, Hapi. No doubt at all."