#i love being asked to draw kite hes so fun to draw

[kennysdeadbody]

Human kite x metro kenny 🤯🤯 metro gets into a fight and kite swoops in 👀 (you are feeding us so well omg!!!!)

he gets into trouble on purpose

[michwritesstuff]

Can I get a FIC abt the reader being Theodore’s gf and best friend and she’s embarrassed and alone in her dorm bc of cramps and they are REALLY REALLY bad and he just comforts her and they snuggle and he gives her his hoodie and fluffy!! (I’m dying from my cramps in my bed rn 🙏 I need comfort from my book bf)

Ok I don’t even know where to begin other than saying that this was my first request! After writing for over 5 years I can’t begin to explain how rewarding it is to know that someone else wants to read your work! Thank you to all of you who always like and reblog my work! Love you forever. And thank you so much for this request, I hope that you love it :)

Just Want To Be With You (Harry Potter: Theodore Nott)

summary: female reader (she/her) x Theodore Nott

notes/warnings: mentions of bad period cramps, draco and mattheo being assholes (love them, but i needed a villain) fluff, and theodore just being comforting and cute, suggestive at the end

word count: 1,300+

You knew it. As soon as you woke up you knew that you had started your period. If the cramps from the day before didn’t tip you off already, they were making their presence known now.

You didn’t always have terrible cramps, but when you did…there wasn’t anything you wanted more than to curl up into a little ball under your sheets.

Alas, the world is unforgiving to women, and you couldn’t skip all your lessons without drawing some attention. Having to explain the inner workings of the female body to Professor Snape wasn’t exactly at the top of your priorities. So, you mustered up all the energy you could and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.

******

In hindsight, coming to breakfast may not have been the best idea. You were in pain and feeling quite nauseous, barely chewing on your toast as you poked at the food on your plate.

“You alright Y/N?” Pansy asked.

You gave her a weak smile as you shook your head no, gesturing to your stomach in the process. She gave you a knowing look, instantly understanding your frustration and pain.

You hoped that you would see Theo in here, he usually woke up later than you did so you knew it would be pointless to wait for him in the common room. Yet the lightly curly-headed and blue-eyed boy was nowhere in sight.

Malfoy and Mattheo whispering and giggling brought your attention back to the table.

“Look at Potter with that know-it-all mudblood, we’re going to wipe the floor with Gryffindor at tonight’s match.”

Now you weren’t exactly friends with Hermione Granger. She seemed nice enough from the lessons that you had shared with her, being a know-it-all was a pretty accurate description of her. But Malfoy was always a complete minger.

“Don’t use that word,” you spoke up, surprising the boys whose giggles and large smirks turned into sharp stares.

“What was that Y/L/N?” Mattheo spoke up.

“I said not to call her that,” you spoke again, more strongly.

Malfoy smirked before speaking again.

“What, are you friends with the mudblood? Why didn’t you just say so Y/N.”

“SHUT UP MALFOY!” you exclaimed.

“Jesus Christ you’re no fun,” Mattheo stated under his breath.

“What’s wrong with you, are you on your period or something?” Malfoy teased.

That caused both boys to laugh, along with a few first years seated a few feet down.

You got up quickly, storming out of the Great Hall. You could barely hear Malfoy doubled over in pain after Pansy had elbowed him in the stomach.

As you made your quick exit you bumped into a large figure.

“Love—”

It was Theodore. His bright smile dropping as he took in your state. Your face had reddened from the embarrassment and light tears filled your eyes.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yeah, just want to get to class early.”

“Ok, I��ll come wi—”

“NO!” you said, a little quicker and aggressively than you intended.

“You have a game today; you need to eat. I’ll see you in class," you smiled softly, reaching on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on the edge of his mouth.

Theodore watched as you left, a sad frown gracing his lips as he continued into the Great Hall.

******

Your lessons went by as smoothly as they could, despite the stabbing pain in your abdomen.

Theo was as supportive as he could be, you hadn’t exactly told him much. He knew something was wrong, but he knew better than to pry. You would tell him when you were ready.

As you walked back to towards the common room Theo swayed your hands back and forth. You looked up at him, giving a soft smile before your eyes dropped to the ground again.

“I’m going to grab my robes then stop at the great hall for a quick snack before heading to the pitch,” he told you.

FUCK…you forgot he had a match tonight.

“You know, I’m not feeling too well. Would you mind if I just stayed here?”

Of course it would be ok, Theo would never make you do anything that you didn’t want to.

 You loved going to his games and supporting him. He’d give you your favorite quidditch hoodie of his and look to the stands to see you cheering and screaming louder than anyone.

“I—Yeah…Y/N, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, just not feeling too hot,” you smiled weakly.

“Good luck tonight, I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

You hugged him tightly before giving him a soft kiss and walking up the stairs to your dorm room.

******

Hours had passed and you could assume that the match was over and Slytherin had won from the cheering and chanting that echoed up the stairs from the common room.

Your cramps were relentless. You took a steaming hot shower, and while the pain had subdued for a short moment, it had returned.

You were currently in the fetal position, clutching your stomach as tears fell from your eyes, your transfiguration textbook thrown aside as your homework was long forgotten.

Too caught up in your pain, you hadn’t heard when someone entered your room.

Theodore was terrified to find you curled up on the bed, soft whimpers leaving your lips.

“Darling!” he exclaimed, dropping his bag at the door and hurrying to your bed.

Your eyes shot open at the noise, turning your head to face him as he made his way over to you, your gaze softened.

“How was your game?” you asked.

“Y/N, enough. Please love, what’s wrong.”

There was no more hiding the pain, you were literally curled up in front of him.

“I’ve had the worst cramps all day and the pain just won’t go away. I tried to do McGonagall’s assigned reading, but I just couldn’t focus,” you said as the tears began to fall.

Theodore moved your books to the floor before moving you slightly so he could sit next to you.

“Why didn’t you just say so love? You know my mom makes that special tea.”

“I—I was embarrassed. Malfoy and Mattheo were being mean, and I just overreacted.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“What?”

“You didn’t overreact. You have every right to feel how you do right now. I’d like to see Malfoy have cramps. I’m sure he’d be even more insufferable than he is now.”

You chuckled softly at his statement.

Theodore always had a way of making you feel seen. He was your boyfriend of course, but he was also so much more than that. He was your best friend. Everything between you too was effortless, he never made you feel like a burden. You felt silly thinking that you were.

“What do you need from me?” he asked gently.

“Just want to be close to you,” you whispered softly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Now that I can do,” he said as he stood up.

“Theo, no, where are you going?”

Without answering you, he walked across your room and pulled his hoodie from his bag.

As he returned, you sat up slowly. Reaching for the hoodie he shook his head.

“Arms up.”

You happily complied and let him put the hoodie on you, pulling it on completely before leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

He shifted you away from him so he could cuddle up behind you. Pulling you close, he rested his hand on your stomach, drawing soft circles with his fingers.

You pushed your body back slightly, wanting to be as close as you could to him. He inhaled slightly at the friction before tightening his arm around you.

“You know, I remember reading some muggle article that says sex supposedly helps with cramps.”

“Oh shut up” you laughed.

“I’m serious,” he laughed with you.

Turning your head slightly so your lips could meet with his, you gave him a quick kiss before pulling back.

“I love you Theo.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

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[pumpkinsy0]

fuck it, more Purly Haitian vacation thoughts:

On the first day, Ponyboy got sunburnt to all hell. Yeah he was made fun of for it, but whatever they gave him wasn't regular aloe, it was better.

Runs out of clean clothes (he didn't have much to pack anyway) so he makes due with the clothes given to him (and insisted he keep and bring to america)

Curly jokes he'd look cute in a karabela. Pony doesn't know what that is and just rolls his eyes.

Sandals! Everyone wears them. Ponyboy watches fondly as Curly's aunt weaves him a pair, asking him if he likes the color purple, which he responds "Wi Matènèl." Just like Curly taught him.

The mornings come early and while Curly would love nothing more than to lay in bed all day with Pony, he does want to wake up early and take him for scooter rides. Ponyboy holds on to him tightly as they weave around corners. Curly is in heaven.

Ponyboy is interested in the literature and art of Haiti and loves the bright colors of the homes. He loves their cheap art galleries and after dinner he's read to in Kreyole first and then English second because he wants to try and learn what stories are being told to him.

Darry has asked him to call if possible. There's only one phone avaliable and it's at "the big house." it costs a lot of money to call but The Shepards don't bat an eye giving him the coins he needs to tell his brother he's okay and what his day was like.

Curly avoids all questions asked to him about family back in America. He can't stomach the thought that his relatives think he's living it up and couldn't be further from the truth.

He hates America. Hates the racism. Hates their stupid laws. He hates how their mother left this beautiful place to chase a man that doesn't give a hang about them.

Curly needs a cigarette. On the porch, he pauses:

Ponyboy is given a pretty red and yellow choublack flower crown (cause it's still the 60s) and is out on the street with a bunch of Curly's younger cousins who ask him to draw on the sidewalks with them. Ponyboy never got the opportunity to be a big brother, so it's all fun and games with him. It's lightly raining, a sunshine shower. Ponyboy is smiling, laughing and singing along to some child's song, slightly butchering the words.

Curly is whipped at the sight.

i JUST woke up to this absolute GEM of an ask im going insane im like a dog with zoomies after a shower another BANGER anon ask about haiti omg

AND AND I WANNA ADD MORE THOUGHTS☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽

•the shepards has family in the countryside of haiti, and they have a fucking donkey and that thing would nibble on ponys shirt everytime he came near and it was ALWAYS him and him alone like dude???fuck of?????

•pony would LOVE ti kawòl (its this ice cream in a bag thing, comes in different flavors) but he likes it when its melted so he literally WAITS till its a liquid again, pokes a hole in the bag and drinks it and curly, tim, angela, and their family think hes so WEIRD for that

•curlys aunt is always making malta ak lèt (just means malta and milk) and its curly, pony, and the younger cousins fault that its always gone within a few days like my god

•theres a good chunk of reptiles in haiti and curly used to spend his time catching the fuckers when he still used to live in haiti, and ik he took pony to the best places he would find em, however outside of that sometimes pony would find them on accident and his body would take a ss

•kite flying is pretty important, i think pony and curly should be allowed to make their own cool looking kite at least once

•tim and curly were def stealing cool looking plates from their aunts and was forcing pony to be apart of it, he was a mess trying to keep it together

•OHOH sometimes they would have to ride tap taps (just look it up im WAY to lazy to explain it) and pony was a bit nervous bc theres rlly no specific individual seats and no seatbelts, so curly would hold onto him to make him feel safer so gay

•pony def accidentally got some mannerisms from his time there, this is more of a “if u get it u get it” thing, but if yknow that look ur haitian elder gives u when they catch u doin some stupid shit and they just stand there w their hands crossed???yea pony started doing that LMAOOO

•angela made pony this bracelet w seashells, she was makin em w her fav aunt :3

•the whole family went to the beach and curly hit pony w a wet sandbl and IMMEDIATELY fell and got a cut on his knee by a seashell and i promise u, when there was a collective sound of “gade” (means look in creole) in a ‘well thats your karma’ way, i mean it

•pony and curly both have to share a place on the couch to sleep on so they r just all up on each other by the time 4am rolls around

•curly has this scarf thats used in haitian folklore dances and he is NOT using it to dance, hes using it to pull pony in by the neck or hips, i can feel it trust me on this

•one of the shepards family members is a snack vendor, like the kinds w the snack cart right outside schools, and they would always get free snacks, in return they helped w the homemade snacks they sold, but that goes as well as it can w pony and curly making food, they r NOT allowed to make fresco again

•curly would climb treats for fruits pony wanted he def would

•pony brought the gang lil souvenirs :P

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Was thinkin about your 5Ds furries and I legally have to ask what fursonas you'd assign to the Zexal cast

OUGH ive been thinking about this....zexal's cast is so big so I havent been able to scry critters for All of them, but here's a few ive been pondering....

Yuma - Eurasian Red Squirrel! I just feel like it suits him…. energetic and quick plus that perfect warm color palette. If i ever draw furry!yuma i wanna make his coat closer to the pink of his hair. Look how cute this lil guy is

Astral - some kind of bird I'm thinking. A dove could be, really really funny. And I also feel like you could translate his color palette/features to one supremely easily..

Shark - A SHARK WOULD BE TOO EASY!!! I like to play hardmode.... rn thinking about him and Rio either being some sort of squid or perhaps some species of seahorse...aquatic non-mammalian critters but a little bit more offbeat than most water dwelling furries.

Kite - ok this is a bonkers one but like. I was originally thinking some kind of bird for him too but ive also been playing with the idea of??? Hedgehog Kite??!?! Leucistic/blond hedgehogs can happen, and theyre also pretty solitary creatures (with..ah. bad eyesight :,)).. also very fun parallel to yuma's Woodland Critter ass. i just think it's so funny picturing this turbo badass and he's just. a hedgehog. (baby hedgy hart is also rly cute ;_; )

Tori - CORGI!!!!!!!!! The folklore connection of corgis and fairies tying into Fairy Cheer Girl, and theyre also just such a fearless, tenacious, affectionate breed...all very Tori like traits I think :3c They're also herders and I really love the image of Tori herding and corraling all of her and Yuma's other friends out of trouble hehehehe

I'm also still pondering the Barians but I really like the idea of them being mythical creatures in their alien form and the Real Life version of that animal in their human forms (so squid!nasch and marin would be krakens, and/or seahorse!nasch and marin would be kelpies, etc etc).....

(i also just think peryton!vector would be kickass)

[whatyadrawin]

Hello, thank you for answering my questions. I hope you don’t mind another one. Inspired from your beach artwork, what headcanons do you have for the killers at the beach and being teased by their sweetheart?

I don’t mind! It’s fun to do some creative writing once in a while, especially when it is thirst based. I will be writing the sweetheart as ‘you’ in each depiction (forgive any grammar or spelling errors!). I threw in some shitty sketches for fun.

Michael: He is not phased by anything you do to him, splash him with water and he will just watch you with his head tilted. Try to build a sand castle with him and he just stomps on it. Sensually rub sunscreen on him and he just grabs you to basically fuck right in public! You can’t really take him anywhere honestly. The only thing he seems to enjoy without drawing attention is flying a kite, so you tie a string on his wrist and he will just stand and gaze up at the kite dancing in the wind… if you try to walk away, he grabs you and pulls you back in to watch the kite with him. Even the tiny speedo you made him wear doesn’t bother him, you didn’t realize that the speedo barely contained what he was packing and all eyes were on him. Basically… he can’t really be teased, the only thing that flusters him is your body all wet from the ocean rubbing up against his when you try to swim with him, the pent up frustration will come out when you both get back home.

Jason: This man loves the outdoors, he is excited just to be in a different environment than the camp for once. Getting him into the water is no issue, he may have drowned as a child but after his resurrection he now has the ability to remain underwater for very long periods and he swims FAST. When you get to the beach he is fixated on all the little sea creatures in the tide pools, he starts picking up pretty shells to take home. You sneak up on him and pinch his butt pretending it was a crab, he looks around extremely confused as you snicker to yourself. When you both swim in the ocean you take him to where there is a reef and show him all the fish that live there, he is enthralled by this and stays down there for way longer than you could hold your breath. He lets you ride on his back as he cuts through the waves at supernatural speed, his back is enormous and feels more like a raft as you hang on to him. When you get back on land you both lay down and you decide to re-apply more sunscreen on him, every soft touch of your hands makes Jason blush… you can tell he is enjoying your massaging movements by the low growls he makes almost like he is purring! Jason reciprocates by getting behind you and using his enormous hands to gently rub in the sunscreen, you arch your back and lean up against him just to mess with him and he can barely handle it; When you look up at him he is wide eyed and red as a tomato, at this point you can feel something huge and stiff dig into your back and Jason suddenly runs into the nearby bushes to hide his shame in case mother finds out. When he calms himself down he comes back out and lays on the sand next to you and passes out so you decide to bury his body and when he wakes up he sees you howling with laughter, it makes him so happy to see you smiling and laughing. When you are both ready to leave he picks up all your belongings and lifts you onto his shoulder and carries you back to your car.

Bubba: He never leaves the land his family lords over, he can’t leave his family behind and he is not comfortable being far from home so he compromised and built a gorgeous swimming hole in a nearby clearing. He brought out snacks and chairs for you to sunbathe in, there were some sunflowers planted haphazardly around the water. You wore Bubbas favorite summer outfit, brightly colored and loose fitting and he can’t get his hands off you just feeling your waist and squeezing you in a hug. You get him to strip down and he does what you ask, he would do anything for you, his body is tan from the Texas sun and his body is bulky but strong. Bubba watches in awe as you remove your clothes to reveal the bathing suit you have underneath; he can’t stop staring and he makes little noises of disbelief as you lay down next to him. When the sun settles after noon you both head into the water, Bubba lifts you into his arms and walks you around in the water cradling you. You decide to be cheeky and lift yourself up to straddle him despite your legs being barely able to fit their way around his waist, he looks at you with so much love and you give him a big kiss on his gorgeous pillowy lips. Bubba can barely handle your kiss, his smile is so wide and he squeezes you and almost crushes you. You try to playfully swim away but he catches you and pulls you back in for another kiss that makes you melt. There is no point in teasing Bubba, you showing him any affection is a tease and he loves you more than he loves anything in the world.

Bonus!

Brahms: He loves being in the estate, he never leaves but he doesn’t want you to leave anywhere without him. Why would you bother? He has so much money and everything you could possibly need gets delivered to the home so that you never need to abandon him. Brahms might be dangerously possessive of you but he loves to be your good boy. You instruct him to come with you on an outing to the English coast and he obeys your command, albeit reluctantly. When you both arrive at the beach Brahms remains behind you, looming over your body waiting for instruction. After getting things set up you lay on the sand and tell him to rub in some sunscreen, he immediately starts rubbing the lotion on your back and each movement of his hands becomes slower and more sensual and he works his way to your chest massaging the sunscreen into your skin carefully inspecting each area touched. When you are all lotioned up you hear him say “Please, I want to go home, please... I want you”. His pleads turn you on as you hear the hungry desperation in his voice so you tell him to carry you to the ocean to swim to cool him off, he lifts you up like you are nothing and carries you into the waves; You squeak at how chilly the water is and he asks “Let us go back, I will warm you, please?” but when you push off of him and start swimming he doesn’t know what to do. You tell him to lay on his back and float in the water so he follows suit with a worried look in his eyes. His large body floating around in the waves makes you laugh you tell him he is a very good boy and that you want to thank him properly for coming out with you when you both get home. When he hears you say this you can see a swelling form in his bathing shorts and he whines “I want you now! Can’t I have you now? Let us go back, I don’t want to wait! Please! Haven't I been a good boy?” He is looming over you as the waves lap against your body, he always uses his size to get what he wants when he feels bratty. You tell him to lay with you on the towels to spoon in the sun and you press your butt into his groin, he whimpers, knowing he must be a good and patient boy to be able to devour you at the end of the day. Brahms is extremely fun to tease because the effort it takes this man to keep himself from taking you on the spot is unimaginable and he lets you know it, but his body works against his wishes and he cant help but stay painfully erect exposing his fiery desires.

I am SO BAD at drawing feet lmfao, please enjoy the trash thank you.

[andro-dino]

how about some thoughts on juno and kite digitalvalentineshipping. like first meeting, first battle, that stuff. they’re silly and stupid <3

you have no idea the door you just opened shekel

digivalen my beloveds <333

- The way I imagine Juno’s intro going really makes em stand out. I wanna draw it out hopefully one day so I’m not gonna transcribe it out too much but her biggest kind of thing is the way they’re like “I don’t like to think of a battle as a fight. It’s a conversation we have with our beys” and that really particularly sticks with people. His and kite’s first battle is what kinda establishes their dynamic of juno teasing kite and being able to fluster him and catch him off guard, though also entertaining him and listening to him more than most would usually. I think one of the biggest scenarios I enjoy with them (coming from their original ref sheet) is the case of kite going on one of his science and data and perfection rants and juno laughing at that and telling him “You’re real funny, Mr. Perfect!” and that really catching him by surprise. Both because that’s not a reaction he’d ever expect, and also because Juno’s the only person besides himself to actually refer to him as Mr. Perfect. I think juno would pull what you’d probably expect, basically asking him how much of his heart is in the battle if all he’s focused on is data and what he’s actually feeling in the moment, general back and forth with that and some juno-isms, and I think eventually kite ends up winning, but as juno smiles and says he looks forward to seeing him again, he realized that they weren’t trying as hard as they could’ve, and suddenly kites interest is sparked and he can’t stop thinking about her.

- I talked about this way way back and I don’t think I’ve mentioned it as much recently but I am obsessed with the idea that juno asked kite out like 10 times before kite realized she was actually serious. For his credit, juno is kinda cryptic with her flirting, but seriously there’s only so many times you can go “this is just how she teases me! he’s just trying to make me embarrassed!” before it becomes obvious.

- Part of that I think would also kite having NO idea how to deal with being attracted to someone. “He’s so intriguing. The fact that he wasn’t giving it his all bothers me. Was he patronizing me? The way they smile and stay calm bothers me. Why do I want to challenge her again so bad? Why are they so frustrating? Why does it excite me that they keep talking to me?” (<- clueless)

- Ren and juno become fairly good friends and the first time she found out about Juno’s crush was when suddenly juno went “That Kite Unabara… he’s real interesting, huh?” and gave a lil smile and walked away and ren just took a moment to process that and went “NO. OH GOD NO. J U N O. KITE????? REALLY???????”

- She makes fun of them every single time they bring it up but did kinda help wingman when she was trying to ask him out (mostly by going “Juno I know he thinks he’s smart but he’s such a dumbass you have to like actually smack him across the face and tell him straight out pls”)

- Oh my god yk that also made me think, one of my hcs is that ren and kite very occasionally get along for the sole purpose of teaming up to make fun of Zyro and Shinobu for being corny but as soon as kite gets with juno she’s just like “nuh uh. no. you don’t get to participate in this now you hypocrite.”

- I really don’t think I can talk enough about how much kite would love using pet names. He’s suuuuuuuch a loser and juno loves em so he’s just constantly throwing out new ones. He folds immediately once juno reciprocates that though.

- While juno usually is very calm and the one leading the relationship, he has his very rare moments of crumbling bc of kite. Kites their dorkass loser boy most of the time but occasionally he can do or say something that just makes them so weak.

- Big moment for Juno was when kite first introduced them as his partner to eight. She knows how much they care about each other and she becomes so concerned with making sure that he makes a good impression. She’s trying to hard to hide their physical pain when eight doesn’t immediately warm up to her but he keeps trying his best bc he needs this.

- Juno being whipped for him feeds kites ego a lot and is awful for everyone involved because he somehow gets worse and also ends up making a fool of himself because of how hard he’s trying to impress her constantly

[salem-nights]

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[mask131]

Mieruko-chan Ghosts analysis: Volume 1 extra

As you might know, when the chapters of Mieruko-chan are put into volumes together, at the end of each book there are extras. There’s a lot of different extras, and I just thought, why not also look at the entities seen there.

The having-fun spirits

These guys just pop up for a short scene. They are a trio of small ghosts who... just enjoy riding on a kite during a festival. Yes they are creepy and disturbing, but they just laugh out loud like little children. Maybe not all evil ghosts are so evil and some just want to have fun?

The locker ghost

During a brief two-panel joke we get to meet back with the ghost in the gym locker, from the very first chapters. I just added this one here because due to seeing him “calm” and from a different angle we can actually spot that he is not just a disembodied head - he has a body. A really tiny torso big enough to squeeze in the locker, plus tiny little arms folded under him. Does he has have legs? We can’t tell. 

The cake shop ghost

This ghost is apparently... trapped in a cake shop display. Locked with the cakes in the glass - constantly asking people “Let me out”, his lips and palms stuck to the display. It is quite a disturbing reversal of the picture of the kid who stucks his face on a window display to see inside. The ghost itself appears a bit child-like, being small and scrawny with a big head... of course if you had a rotten, four-eyed child.

Retrospectively, it is quite interesting to see this ghost trapped in the glass display because later, when Romm makes a demonstration of his power stones with a little old man... he traps the spirit under a glass. A random drinking glass. Here again the spirit is locked... by glass. Does it mean glass is a good way to stop, block or trap small or weak spirits?

The two-tailed cats

One of the recurring extras of the volumes is a double picture. On one side you will have a colorful picture of something random and normal: in this case the saved kitten drinking his milk (though as a note, as a cat lover and guardian, a cat shouldn’t drink milk regularly or all the time - yes they love it and will go crazy for it, but it is not good for their organism. There’s all sorts of digestive problems going with it. Try to avoid giving it milk, and if you do only give it very rarely. There are now brands that make special milks designed for the cat’s consumption, so that they can enjoy all the thing they love about milk - but without the nasty side effects for their health). 

Anyway : on the other page, will be a black and white drawing showing the “spirit world”. In this case we see the two two-tailed cat spirits that live with the thug-faced cat-keeper (whose name I keep forgetting, damn...)

And this is it.

That’s all the extras. Short amusing stories, sketches of the characters, these double pictures.

There are absolutely no other extra.

Nor any other ghost.

There just isn’t.

[blog-of-ramen]

Obey Me! |Taking you on dates

Scenario: A few of the Obey Me! Boys and how they would take you out on dates.

Characters: Barbatos, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Simeon

Warnings: none

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! Requests are open !

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𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕤

✦He would invite you over to the Demon Lord's Castle to help him prepare a meal for Diavolo.

✦I think especially with the first few dates he wouldn't invite you on an 'official' date.

✦But in all honesty it's just an excuse to spend time alone with you.

✦Depending on your skill in the kitchen he would let you help him cook or teach you a thing or two.

✦He'd definitely make you try the dishes and ask for your opinion- definitely taking it to heart and into consideration. He trusts your opinion.

✦Expect a lot of casual touches. His hand on your shoulder or back when passing to get something on the other side of the kitchen. Small corrections of how you hold something. The touches would last just a little bit longer than normal.

✦He will make sure you are not bored and involve you in a lot of lighthearted conversation.

✦Even though it isn't 'official' dates, theh will definitely have this special vibe. He just manages to make every time you spend time together feel like it is the most important one.

✦He will definitely send you home with a ton of food you two cooked that day. It's way too much, even for a whole army of Beels. It would probably dawn on you then that his excuses of "preparing a meal for Diavolo" aren't at all why he actually invited you over.

✦He is very busy though, always being around Diavolo. So most of your other dates would consist of drinking tea together or going on small walks together.

✦Even though I can see Diavolo setting up the most random dates for the two of you sometimes- but if that's the price to pay for spending time with him? Totally worth it.

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𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕫𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕓

❂ Obviously with Beel his go-to dates are dinner dates, just enjoying some nice food together.

❂A big plus is if you two cook the dinner together. It would probably be a bit chaotic but that just makes it more fun.

❂Often he feels like those dinner dates aren't special enough. He gets to eat or cook with you every day, it's not as special as he'd like it to be sometimes.

❂So once in a while he will take you out to all kinds of dates. He always tries to make it a bit original.

❂He always makes sure you enjoy the kind of date and mostly just plans them with you.

❂He isn't all too fond of the idea of a date as a surprising event. The date in itself is so much more fun if it was planned together in his opinion. No stress, no worries.

❂He really likes to go on trips with you for a day or two.

❂One of his favourite type is going on a hike with you. The two of you can spend lots of time together, have fun and enjoy the beautiful nature around.

❂ Also, if you like to work out, he would definitely take you to the gym. He doesn't see it as a date in particular but he enjoys it more than a normal activity.

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𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕣

✷ Most dates with him would just consist of him going over to your room, the attic or inviting you to his shared room with Beel.

✷If you're not the most comfortable with touch, he'd probably make you- I don't mean he would force you but you would probably grow comfortable with it over time.

✷Most dates would probably consist of big cuddling sessions. He just loves to curl up with you and laze around.

✷He prefers dates at home like for example a movie marathon.

✷He just doesn't like when many people are around. He likes to spend time with you alone. Even though he doesn't mind Beel spending time with you two.

✷There is one thing he really enjoys doing with you. He likes to sit down under the clear night sky with you and stargaze.

✷The stars are absolutely beautiful and then there is you. In his opinion looking at you, the stars being reflected in your eyes, nothing can compare to the beauty of that image to him.

✷He just feels a very deep connection to you while watching the stars together. He doesn't like to do it too often though. He wants it to stay something special between the two of you.

✷If you want to have a more active date, he's unlikely to say no to you. You may need some convincing though depending on the kind of date you want to go on.

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𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕠

✾Let's not count all the times you had to pretend to be this demon's lover just so he could get a discount at various places-

✾He would probably take you on dates that are super over the top.

✾I mean if he has the possibility to spoil you, why wouldn't he take it?

✾He would either invite you through fancy means like an elegant letter sent by an extravagant bird or he would just nearly kidnap you without a warning to take you on a date.

✾He is unpredictable and every time he sees an article about a fun date idea, be sure he will take you on that date- but with the special Diavolo spice. If you're not much of an adventurous person, he will definitely do his best to not overstep your limits and stay within the range of your comfort zone.

✾But if you're open for it, he will take you on every kind of date you can think of, from fancy dinner dates and walks in the park over taking you on a small roadtrip visiting amusement parks all the way to taking you to a beach to swim with sharks.

✾No matter what kind of date he will take you on, one thing is for sure: You will have fun, fun and more fun.

✾Going on a date with the future King of Devildom of course will draw lots and lots of attention to the two of you. That's something not even he can change.

✾Most of your dates will probably end up on dozens of blogs. But on the upside of that, everyone loves to see the two of you together. And they would never dare to intervene in any of your dates actively.

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𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟

✢Most of the time it is probably hard to tell if he is inviting you to hang out or if he is inviting you on a date.

✢He never establishes beforehand that a date is a date or hanging out is just hanging out. He kind of thinks you just know. Either way he just loves to spend time with you.

✢You often get invited to Purgatory Hall just to hang out. Luke really likes to have you around so naturally you would spend a lot of time with him around too.

✢But Simeon really likes to invite you over on an actual date to Purgatory Hall too when the others are out. That's what really makes it hard to tell if it's a date sometimes. But either way you have a nice time.

✢Because of Luke's love for baking there is also always some cookies or pastries around to enjoy with a cup of tea.

✢What he loves most when inviting you on a date, is enjoying your presence and the talks he has with you. You will close to never see him without a smile on his face when you are around.

✢He also really likes to take walks with you. You two would prepare some sandwiches and some tea together and pack some of Luke's Cookies to enjoy a nice picnic together.

✢Sometimes I can see him totally surprise you though. He will take you on a date to an aquarium or a surprise trip to a new place that just opened.

✢For him it doesn't ever matter if you're on a date or not. He doesn't care what you two do. He is just happy getting to spend time with you.

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My first attempt of writing something for obey me, I think next time I'll rather go for a OneShot instead of this headcanon format. I'm not sure yet though because I am really unhappy with this one lmao. I feel so trippy today. Tell me what you think!

Feel free to request something you'd like to read! (I promise I'll put more effort into it T-T)

-Kite ٩( 'ω' )و

[thevulcanbobdylan]

For the fanic ask meme: 24, 26 and 50, please!😊

24. Are there any easter eggs in [insert fic], and if so, what are they?

I'm gonna answer this for Looking Through Glass, since it's my only fic of any significant length. I'm not sure there are any easter eggs, per se. There are a few things I included as tiny details, like Cottle's death and Ishay planning to name her son after him, or the wedding ceremony being the same between the Colonial settlers and their descendants, the OCs. I don't think it counts as an easter egg, but I did also hint that Lee and Layne were the direct ancestors of my OC characters.

I guess one thing that might be a true easter egg is that I directly modeled the characters of Bal, Asa, and Bran after Bill, Kara, and Lee. I didn't intend to suggest that they're reincarnated, exactly, but just that all this has happened before and will happen again. Asa flies a kite made to look like a hawk, which is a type of raptor. And then, the character of Mai was modeled after Laura, and I made a very explicit effort not to suggest that she and Bal would have a romantic relationship. But in the final chapter when Bal thinks of his wife, in my headcanon, it's Mai that he was married to.

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

Neither lol! That's a tough question. I think writing a fic with only dialogue would be much harder, but ultimately it would be my choice because it would feel much more dynamic. A fic with no dialogue would feel too slow and dull for me, I think. But my OTP, particularly Laura Roslin, are the type who say so much with the things they hold back. I'm not sure a dialogue-only fic for them would even be possible!

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

Ooh, fun. Okay, so one thing I love to do in my writing is draw inspiration from the natural landscape where I live, in the Great Plains. I don't get to do this often in general BSG fic, but in LTG I got to do it a lot, so you may notice that all my characters tend to live on a yellow prairie full of towering skies and white thunderheads, chest-high waving tallgrass, constant wind, and storms rolling away into the east.

[crestfallercanyon]

Questions 3,11 and 13 for your wonderful Nally fanfic "Death and all its glory" 💚 ?

AHHH! that's so sweet of you to say! I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic <3 Q3: favorite line of narration this was really hard, actually. i was torn between gally's memory of before and his fear of people liking him for what he thinks he isn't, but then I got to this one and -- I think this is it:

Once he was able to draw upon what seemed like an infinite well of false bravado, but that’s long dried up. There were parts of Gally that died that day at the end of the Glade, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. He and Newt both died before their time and without their say. Now they get to come back, and they have the time to control how they do. 

Q11: what do I like best about this fic? This sounds dark af, but I love exploring what it's like to come back after death, and having this be what rekindled the bond Gally and Newt shared was fun to write. I think resurrection would be traumatizing. Not feeling like you should have the Happy Ever After, coping with being who you were and yet viewing your past self as something almost 'other'. Newt, trying to recalibrate with the impacts of the Flare, unsure how to merge what is still him and what is leftover; Gally, who has grown a lot from the Glade but knowing that kid is still inside, and that kid was someone his friends willingly left to die. Them growing from there: Gally helping Newt learn to trust his own body and tell him, wholeheartedly, that there is nothing wrong with how Newt has come back; Newt trying to remind Gally that the little boy still inside him didn't deserve the end he got, and that he deserved love then just as much as he does now. Q13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading? These two are kind of my sad indie babies. I had a few of songs for this one because it's a longer fic (I usually just listen to one or two on absolute repeat), but here's extra that I think would also go. Graceland Too - Phoebe Bridgers This December (slowed down) - Ricky Montgomery The District Sleeps Alone Tonight - Birdy In Our Bedroom After the War - Stars Ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space - Spiritualized Time Will Tell - Gregory Alan Isakov Fool - Handsome Ghost The Ghost on the Shore - Lord Huron Chin Up - Yoke Lore Carousel - Iron and Wine Bite the Hand - boygenius Lilo - The Japanese House Paint - The Paper Kites That's it! Thank you so much for the ask!! I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic and hope this satisfies any curiosity :D If you want to read the fic, here it is: death and all its glory for the fanfic ask game: here

[kim-miri]

HALF(have a little fun) pt. ix

→ one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight

→ Sayomi Zoldyck is the eldest child and twin sister to Illumi, of the renowned Zoldyck family of assassins. At the age of ten she’s taken away to Meteor City by her mother, Kikyo Zoldyck, unbeknownst to the rest of the family, as well as newborn Killua, and left to fend for herself. This is the story of the long-lost Zoldyck and those she becomes acquainted with, all while she just wants to have a little fun.

» part nine / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence, minor angst

» a/n: short chapter D:! edit: i’ve tried and tried but it just doesn’t flow right when i try to make this into an x reader:// HALF will be an oc fic and i’ve decided to cut the backstory here;( thanks for the love and support!

» word count: 2,494

☾ix. pt. ix: youth

3 months later

Loud, bass-bumping music and too many flashing lights fueled the exhilaration and excitement of one of the biggest night clubs in Yorknew City.

Sayomi had defeated her second opponent on the 200th floor with the help of Hisoka’s training earlier today, making this little outing a sad excuse for a celebration.

In reality, Hisoka just wanted to see whether Sayomi could dance or not.

He had insisted they go out and experience the nightlife the city had to offer, and with Sayomi still upbeat from her match, they found themselves sneaking into Octagon- a hip club located in the heart of Yorknew City.

Though technically Hisoka was 21 and therefore could have gone about this in an easier way, he insisted they sneak in ‘just for the fun of it’. The truth was that he’d been kicked out of the club previously after using his ‘magic tricks’ to make people’s arms disappear, but it made his intrusion all the more fun.

As Hisoka watched the floor from his spot at the bar with a drink held loosely in one hand, Sayomi was currently lost in a crowd of passionate clubbers, her violet eyes gleaming with the thrill of the environment.

The black and silver dress she wore highlighted her figure as well as electrifying eyes and hair, the metallic material dazzling under the club lights as she lost herself in the music and people.

She was letting herself go for the night like she often did on her chaotic trips to the city with Hisoka. Free from repressive parents or a fight for her life, Sayomi was at peace with her new life, expressing herself however she wanted to.

Draining the rest of his Cosmopolitan, Hisoka’s eyes shifted to the young assassin, his face remaining expressionless as he watched her draw a crowd with her alluring glow. 

He’d been staring so intensely he didn’t even notice a man take the seat next to him. The sound of the man’s voice established his presence, yet Hisoka’s line of sight ceased to drift from the girl with the bright silver hair.

“A stunner isn’t she?”

Hisoka blinked slowly, hardly registering the man’s words. A stunner indeed, but what more? “A pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty soul.”

The man laughed, setting his drink down on the bar to face Hisoka. “I take it she isn’t yours then? That’s a relief.”

Hisoka rested his chin in the palm of one of his finely manicured hands, his other tapping on the smooth surface of the bar impatiently. He couldn’t seem to figure out why his bloodlust was seeping through as he followed Sayomi with his eyes.

His? She could never belong to any man, she was her own person.

“Careful with your words there, I’d hate for them to be your last.” His words were venomous, filled with the intent to kill.

Hisoka’s nails had cut through the skin of his own cheek, his other hand clenched into a fist on the bar’s surface.

The man had shifted away from him, quietly taking his leave as he watched crimson seep down Hisoka’s pale fingers.

Over the past 3 months, he’d been able to fight her more than enough times, and now he no longer felt the same intoxicating feeling when he was with her. Sayomi never fought Hisoka to hurt him, only with the intentions of improving her own skills, which in turn left Hisoka aching for more.

However, as the days progressed he was slowly coming to the conclusion that the Zoldyck girl had an undeniable flaw. She doesn’t put up a fight when I’m with her.

He was losing interest in the girl who’d once swayed his unshakable feelings, and it distressed him that he almost felt bad for wanting to leave her behind.

His sharpened fingernails dug farther into the pale skin of his cheek as he watched Sayomi throw her slender arms around a man she’d only just met. 

She was laughing and smiling, her silky voice seeming to reach his ears through the music and cheers from where he sat. Loud and clear, the sound of her laughter rang through Hisoka’s head in an almost painful way.

She was becoming a weakness to the man who believed himself to be the strongest, and that didn’t sit right with him at all.

☾ix.

Sayomi wasn’t too sure of what exactly it was that she felt towards Hisoka.

When he took her to dinner with an amazing view or complimented her progress with training, she couldn’t tell whether it was her lack of social contact or actual feelings that led her heart to race when she saw his face.

It didn’t help that on some days she could notice the way his voice softened when he spoke to her, only to leave her heart stinging with his harsh words on other days.

He was taking mixed signals to the next level, playing with her feelings while he was trying to figure out his own.

It was selfish and cruel, falsely gaining the trust of someone who’d been through so much betrayal, all for his own entertainment.

But that was just who Hisoka was, he didn’t care for distractions or hindrances. And as fast as he’d first fallen for the young assassin, he was already in the process of making himself forget her.

He was moving on.

☾ix.

3 months later

It was the day after Sayomi’s 7th match on the 200th floor of Heaven’s Arena. She’d been scheduling her fights randomly, with no regard for who her opponents would be.

With 7 wins under her name, she only needed 3 more to challenge a floor master. 

However, with her longtime goal fast approaching, she wasn’t as happy as she thought she’d be.

It’d been about half a year since Sayomi had first met Hisoka, and all the excitement and jitters about spending time alone with a guy had died down. 

It’d also helped that for some reason Hisoka was rather occupied recently. He rarely took her out to the city, claiming he had other business to attend to, and when they did go out, he’d always turn in first mumbling that he was tired.

Sayomi was no fool, she knew that Hisoka was either losing interest in her as well or felt his job was almost through. To herself, she hoped that it was the former, for it would hurt less than to find out he’d only been around her for business purposes.

Regardless, Sayomi’s current situation was puzzling. She stood waiting for what seemed like forever in front of Hisoka’s room, ready to go out and train.

However, after knocking more than enough times and even calling his cell, there was no sign of her trainer. 

That’s odd.

Sayomi trained on her own that day, taking it upon herself to get strength training in at the gym.

It was the first time she’d spent an entire day without Hisoka since they’d started training. Deciding that he was out on his so-called ‘business’, Sayomi shrugged away his absence, going to sleep early for the first time in a while.

Yet, another day passed with no sign of the magician, and Sayomi began to grow concerned for his well-being. What if he was picked off by someone? No, he’s too strong to lose to anyone here… Did he pass out in his room?

Sayomi walked briskly to Hisoka’s room with a worried mind.

Once again there was no response to her knocking, and she decided she’d break into the room.

Using one of her longer needles, she picked the lock in no time, stepping into the unfamiliar room. 

It was empty. Only the faint smell of bubble gum and something sweet lingered in the abandoned room, the closet and space empty.

There was a note left on the cleanly made bed, the red ink standing out from the otherwise white sheets surrounding the note.

That lazy ass, of course he’d leave a note in his own room. 

Picking up the sheet, she read:

Zoldyck-

It’s about time you sneak into my room, I know you’ve thought about doing it before;) 

But jokes aside… 

I’m sorry, darling. 

It’s not like me to apologize(you can ask Kite)and that alone scared me, because I feel like you’ve changed me. Your smile and intoxicating eyes make me weak in the knees…

And I despise myself for it. 

I’m not sure why I’ve chosen to expose my faults to you, for that just makes you all the more dangerous to me.

But perhaps I want you to hold my weaknesses, and perhaps I’d like to see you come tear me apart. Yes, that must be it. 

I’ve departed Yorknew City to meet up with your twin brother, as it seems as though he’s been searching for you. And perhaps I should have taken him to you instead, but I’m not, because when the time is right I’d like you all to myself.

So don’t forgive me, Sayomi. Resent me, grow stronger, and when the time comes I’ll bring your brother back to you.

Ah, and there is one thing I’d always wanted to tell you… 

I always thought that you were most beautiful when you showed your true colors-

A cold-blooded, cold-hearted Zoldyck assassin with no regard for the pain and suffering of your victims.

Stop holding yourself back, people like us can be forgiven for our sins because of the hell we’ve been put through. 

-Hisoka 

☾ix.

A single tear rolled down Sayomi’s cheek. 

And that was all.

The flurry of sudden information rendered Sayomi breathless as she tried to make sense of his words.

This idiot really just admitted his feelings for me after all this time right when he decides to leave me here. Selfish bastard.

And he knows Illumi… but how? Illumi was looking for me? 

I have to become a floor master and get that clown to bring my brother back.

☾ix.

6 months later

Sayomi gazed out her window with a blank stare, 241 floors above the ground.

Just a week ago she’d claimed her spot on the 241st floor as the newest and youngest Floor Master at age 19.

She knew Hisoka would find out about her achievement soon, and all she could do now was wait.

Up until defeating and killing her last opponent, time had flown by easily. She was fueled by the goal of finding her brother and confronting Hisoka, but now that she was here, the loneliness began to sink in.

Kite and his student had taken off to another country in search of wildlife to study, leaving Sayomi all alone in Yorknew City.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of her situation. Here she was at the top of the tallest building in Yorknew City, a place that others died trying to get to, yet she was unsatisfied.

Her face and name were plastered on billboards and posters all throughout the city, and citizens stood envious of the young teen’s life. She had enough money that she’d never have to work another day in her life, but in exchange she no longer had a family to accept her nor friends to laugh with.

Don’t feel sorry for yourself, there’s plenty of others that have it worse.

Sayomi sighed as she turned away from the window, grabbing her mask she’d started using as a floor master to attempt to conceal her identity. 

I won’t have challengers for another month or so… might as well hit the city.

☾ix.

Sayomi walked through the dark streets of Yorknew City, her hands clasped behind her head and her eyes vacant.

She didn’t have a destination in mind, just mindlessly strolling through the city covered with news of her promotion to Floor Master. There were citizens recognizing her as well, pointing and jumping back as if she were some monster.

Though she couldn’t blame them, as her nen happened to be on the disturbing side. The replays of her fights were mostly censored, deemed too inhumane for the public eye as they played on repeat on the sides of buildings,

She wasn’t too sure how far she’d walked, spotting Heaven’s Arena rather far in the distance behind her. The shops and glamorous hotels began to fade as she approached the run down parts of Yorknew City.

It was an abandoned lot of buildings, the ground littered with oil cans and shattered glass. In a way it was tranquil, free from angry drivers and the revolted gaze of commoners.

Walking through an opening in the wired fences that surrounded the lot, Sayomi wandered through a certain building that’d caught her eye.

She felt a faint aura coming from the abandoned office building, but oddly enough it wasn’t hostile or repelling. It was rather comforting.

Sayomi’s curiosity grew as the aura increased, drawing her towards the room located at the far end of the first floor.

She saw the man before she sensed him, his large coat catching her attention. His back was turned to her crouched down on the dusty floor, the windows adjacent to him shattered, letting the pale moonlight reflect off of his coat.

St. Peter’s cross. Interesting taste in fashion…

Another careless step closer and the man’s head turned abruptly in her direction. Sayomi had ducked behind a wall, but not fast enough.

The man stood from his spot, revealing a vibrant patch of violets by his feet. Upon his loss in concentration, the flowers wilted, withering back into the cluttered floor as if they’d never been there in the first place.

Sayomi could see the man’s face from where she crouched, hidden by a barely intact wall. Her heart skipped a beat upon meeting his eyes, deep gray and captivating as he easily identified her from her hiding spot.

It felt as if time was frozen in place, the young man staring intensely into Sayomi’s eyes as if he could read her mind. 

Sayomi was unmoving as well, having been caught examining his figure from behind the wall. He was by far the most appealing man she’d ever seen, his dark, raven hair slicked back to reveal a tattoo decorating the middle of his forehead, contrasting with his gentle eyes and youthful facial features. 

Handsome, she thought. 

The man took a slight step forward, snapping Sayomi out of his hypnotizing gaze as she sped off jumping through an empty window and out of the building. 

Though she was eager to know what he’d been doing with the flowers, his aura had changed when he’d noticed her watching. It had been dangerous and intense, a total opposite of his warm and placid one when dealing with the violets.

Her quick steps transitioned into a run, feeling the need to distance herself from the lingering intensity of the mysterious young man’s aura.

She ran back towards the towering building of Heaven’s Arena, not stopping her pace a bit until she was met with the familiar neon signs and billboards that surrounded the heart of Yorknew City.

Her dreams were taken over by the man’s captivating eyes that night. His familiar aura had seemed to beckon her to him, as if she’d known him for 100 years prior. 

But no matter how hard she thought that night, she couldn’t come up with an answer as to what he’d been doing with the violets conjured by his feet. 

In her dreams she saw her own eyes within the vibrant flowers, it was an abstract thought, though for a second she wondered if he had meant for her to see them. 

She quickly dismissed this, however, scoffing at the absurdity of her own thoughts. 

What am I, a child? I must be beyond lonely if I think some random guy has something to do with me.

Though deep down inside her heart, she wished it were true. To be fated to somebody, needed by somebody who she could trust with her darkest secrets and love.

☾ix.

to be continued.

[nishymoon]

Kombat Kast - "With their kids"

I've been here on Tumblr for a year and I've only ever written things about Kabal and Fujin...so I thought it's time to take a step forward and try to write about other characters too. I would also like to add that @spacehologramcollection​ is an inspiration to me, I admire and respect this blog so much. I took courage today and thought of writing, I also decided to accept requests, so let’s go! I hope you like it!

❥ Kabal - He loves them and will love them forever, they are his whole universe! Kabal would do anything together with his kids, he is a very playful father! He loves cycling with them, the fresh air is good for kids and you must always take advantage of the beautiful days! He also likes to be at home, of course, he pretends to have tea with them, he loves to see their smiles when he pretends to ask for more sugar cube or talks to their stuffed animals! Having said that, he reads the fairy tale every night, he likes to hear his kids around him, hugging him hard to fall asleep on him, making him feel good.

❥ Fujin - There is nothing more precious in the world of his kids, he loved them from the first moment he discovered their existence. He often cuddles his little ones, his heart fills when they reciprocate those caresses. And if they had his powers?? that cool! battle of kites! the first one that makes it fly higher, wins! Unlike Raiden, he loves to have fun and also wants his kids have fun too...but in moderation, he worries and does not want them to be in danger!

❥ Sindel (TheRealSindel) - She is a very sweet and protective mother, loves kids so much, loves to carry them around and have a picnic with them, teach them to ride a bicycle, does not want to miss a single second of them. She fills them with kisses and cuddles, she loves to take them in her arms and caress their heads and cheeks She always worry about them, is it too hot? remember to drink lots of water! It's cold? cover yourself well! Imagine only when she becomes Grandma.

❥ Takeda Takahashi - THEY. ARE. ALL. Despite being frightened at first, be a father is the most beautiful experience for him. He is super present for his kids and enjoys spending time with them. He climbs on the swing with them making verses just to see them laugh, fills them with cuddles in the evening before going to sleep. He is also happy when Kenshi calls him to find out how they are and if he can come to their house one of these days, he is a very proud grandfather of his son and grandchildren.

❥ Kitana - She loves so mich her babys, ever since she felt them kick in her belly. She likes walking, drawing with them, teaching them to read, to write. They are all that she has always dreamed of, every time they look at her and they hold her hand, she knows that everything is ok. She always wants to sleep nestled with them together with Liu Kang, she wants them to feel protected. Their parents will always be there to protect them.

❥ Kurtis Stryker - He is a very understanding father, he likes when his kids chase him and pretend to be policemen like him, he stretches out and lets himself be pampered. "We got you daddy, now you can't run away anymore!" "Oh I know! You both were good!" The best part is when he wakes up in the morning and enters in their room to kiss them on the head before going to work, they are his lucky charms!

❥ Liu Kang - Like Kitana, his children are everything he has always dreamed of. He wants to teach them everything he knows, he would like to meditate with them even if they are now too young to understand it. He enjoys the days with them as he talks about how he defeated Kronika and how he asked their mom to marry him. They are always happy to hear their father, he has a lot of adventure stories to tell!

❥ Cassie Cage - She loves buying a thousand clothes for her babys and filling them with Selfies. She has at least 1000 selfie photos with her kids while they are at the sea, in the mountains, at a picnic, at home watching TV. She smiles when she sees that her children imitate her by pretending to take selfies with a plastic cell phone. They are so cute. 

❥ Kung Jin - They are his whole world. He want his children to miss nothing. He doesn’t want them to suffer as he did, he will teach him everything but he will also be very playful with them. He will always keep them in his arms, he will always kiss them, he will cuddle them, he wants to give all the love he has to his babys. The best part of the day is when they lie on the couch watching cartoons in the evening. At that moment he has no thoughts.

❥ Jade - She's a party mom! She loves to party at her home with her children's friends, she prepares many good things to eat, she likes to see her little ones have fun so much! She love costume parties, oh god, she could sew a thousand clothes, her kids want to dress up as witches? werewolves? vampires? Everything they want, she is ready.

❥ Erron Black - He never imagined that he would become a dad but here he is, despite having been very surprised the first time ... he didn't mind the idea. He knows exactly how he doesn't have to compute himself, he doesn't want to do what his parents did to him. He is a little awkward when his kids ask him to take tea or similar but ... they look at him with so much love that he could cry. He loves them with all of himself.

❥ Nightwolf - He immerses his children in the nature, he wants to teach them to speak also on a spiritual level, he wants a connection with them on a deep level. When he sees them playing with Hana, Kiba and Komo, his heart screams. They are so beautiful and they look so much like him, he is happy to see that with joy they want to learn more about the great spirit and would like to be like him a day.

❥ Nitara - She is very proud of the children she is raising. She likes to be outdoors with them and take them to the sea or a river, she holds them by the hand and flies making sure that their feet touch the water, it's like surfing but without the board! Sometimes he picks them up in her arms and flies high, they can see the landscape from up here! Having a mom with wings has its advantages! they too will fly like her when they grow up!

❥ Kuai Liang - Despite appearance, he is a very sweet father, he loves to see how his children chuckle while he prepares popsicles and ice cream for them. They always ask him to play skipping rope, he really tries, but he always fails and falls on the ground. At least he heard his little ones laughing, there is no better thing for him. He'll have to learn to jump that damn rope and he will. For them this and more.

❥ Hanzo Hasashi - His kids are a new beginning, a new opportunity to be happy, a happiness that he has always deserved. He loves them, he loves them more than himself, they are everything, they have everything. They have him as a person, they have his heart. He spends a lot of time with them, he wants to see them grow, he wants to love them, he wants to pamper them. He loves to hold them in his arms and feel them close, he feels complete. Finally complete.    

❥ Mavado - He is a very silent man and isn’t very cuddle man but he loves his kids and he likes to see them sleeping on his chest, he would do everything for them. They are his family. He knows that in the future they will have the same determination and strength. He will teach him how to fight when they are older, for now it is enough for him to see their admiring glances as they watch him read one of his book that he keeps in the bookstore of their home. Let's say he is affectionate in his own way.

[hankwritten]

If You Hit Me With Lighting, Maybe I’ll Come Alive

Gen, 1k

Part of the DontNeedADiscord Pride Week, Day 5: Euphoria

Sometimes when Dad wasn’t tired, wasn’t working, had been home from The Job for a few days and wasn’t rubbing his eyes in the weak light of the workshop, he’d let me sit with him while he was making the machines. I’d set my own drawings down next to him, and we’d work together in warm silence while my legs dangled so much shorter next to his.

His were in black ink, and mine were in crayon, but at the end of the night he’d lean over and grin, “that’s some fine work, Dell.”

I’d light up, both inside and out, hit by a shock so hard it’d leave my hair standing on end.

As I got older, and when I promised to be real, extra careful, Dad would let me borrow his fine pens to work on my own designs. I wasn’t allowed at the blueprint paper, (that’s for The Job and just The Job darling, I’m sorry), but I learned how to make my lines smooth and precise, never letting it bleed onto the worktable below.

“Whatcha got there?” he asked me, watching me finish the curve on a spring lock.

“My kite got stuck in the live oak yesterday,” I explained. “I’m fixin’ a way to get it down.”

He chuckled. “You need a catapult and a jetpack for that?”

“Redundancy’s very important,” I reminded him.

“A’course,” he laughed, ruffling my hair. It was short, and blonde, and still sticking up since I’d taken to going at it with kitchen scissors whenever Mom wasn’t looking. She’d always find me later of course, have a good laugh, and fix it up with her trimmers. “How could I forget? You gotta a wild imagination darling, just like your Mom.”

“I ain’t wild,” I complained. “Just thinking outside the box.”

“Creative then,” he said. “Like your Granddaddy.”

I don’t want to like either of them, I thought to myself. I want to be like you.

For some reason, I stopped just short of saying it.

When I was eight, Dad let me help work on the truck.

It was simple stuff, holding the flashlight and handing him the right wrench every now and again, but my chest puffed up so big to actually be helping with something. Doing work. Dad slipped some protective goggles over my head and laughed when they kept sliding down my nose.

“Oh, ain’t you the cutest ‘lil engie,” Mom said when she came to check on us, pinching my check until I laughed. “Hang on, hang on, let me get the camera.”

When she came back, it was with three glasses of lemonade and the Polaroid, telling us to get close together until there was a snap.

“Wait,” Dad said. “Almost forgot.” With that, he lifted the hardhat off his own head and slung it on mine.

Every inch of skin prickled, delight and pride welling up strongly inside that I felt like I was going to burst. Mom and Dad were saying how grown up I looked and my body was filled with static—not head static after a long day with no sleep, but electrostatic, the bubbling before a storm, the kind that makes the hairs on your arms prickle.

“Oh that’s just too sweet,” Mom said, glancing at the photograph. “But I’ve kept you two from working long enough. Enjoy your truck fun!”

“Truck fun!” I repeated.

I was still so high on elation, I almost didn’t register when Dad came over and said, “suppose I’ll be needing that back then.”

I don’t know what came over me. Only, in that moment, suddenly losing Dad’s helmet seemed like the worst thing in the world. I swung both arms over the hardhat and yelled, “no!”

Dad pulled back in surprise. Mom, who’d only had one foot out the workshop door, turned back quickly, alarm on her round features.

“You alright there, sweetie?” Dad asked me, concern clear without the goggles to hide his furrow.

“I…” Big tears were rolling down my cheeks and suddenly I felt so stupid. I was eight for Christ’s sake, I couldn’t be crying like a big dumb baby. “I wanna keep it on…”

“That’s fine Dell, if that’s what you want,” Dad said, but exchanged a look with Mom as he did. “You hold on to it for now.”

I took a deep, lump-throated breath, trying to stop the tears that had sprung up so suddenly. The realization that the hat wasn’t going to be taken away lessened the flow, and eventually I stopped clutching my head.

“Okay…” I took another big sniff. “…Sorry for yellin’…”

“Ain’t no thing,” Dad assured.

We worked on the truck. Mom hung around for longer than she should’ve, just standing in the barn doors that separated the workshop from the rest of the farm, eyes darting at me now and again. I guess I know why she was so worried. I wasn’t a fussy child, not by a long shot, and to break down over something so small was wildly out of character, enough that she looked like she wanted to hang around until she got some answer I could give her. But then she was gone, and we kept working, and the nice feeling of being smart ‘n helpful returned to my fingers a bit.

Dad didn’t try to make me take it off again. Not even when we went in for supper, and there weren’t usually any hats allowed at the table. When he tucked me in, he asked, “is it alright if we set it on the nightstand while you sleep? It’ll be real close by.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek. “Okay…”

Gently, he lifted it off, and set it right where he said he would.

“G’night darling,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

I blurted, “I’m sorry!” as he stood to leave. “I don’t know why I…I just want to be like you.” The last words came out small, and I didn’t know why they felt so bad to say.

There was a beat. Then another. He sat down on the bed again, reaching forward to stroke my hair down flat. It resisted, like always, ever static-filled and springing back to life.

“It’s alright,” Dad said, something off in his voice that said it really wasn’t. “It’s alright. Why don’t I make you a different one, one that's your size? Would you like that?”

Not trusting myself not to burst into tears again, I nodded.

He wrapped his strong arms around me and squeezed, and for a second I was sure nothing bad would ever get me again. “Love you darling.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

[the-kings-of-games]

LEARN MY SHIP OT3 EDITION: Stolenshipping!!

Character Profiles:

Reginald “Shark” Kastle - former school bully, former Barian emperor, older twin brother, no nicknames (”Why do you have to call me by my full name? You sound like Rio!” —Shark)

Yuma Tsukumo - World Carnival champion, an angel, savior of the three worlds, one nickname (”I think Shark does it to make fun of me,” —Yūma, pouting)

Kite Tenjo - former Numbers Hunter, Heartland’s protector, big brother, one nickname (”He uses it only to get my attention.” —Kite)

How did it happened: slow and steady wins the race

Falling in love was never a part of the plan, but they couldn’t help but be drawn together. Maybe it was Yūma’s heart, Shark’s kindness, Kite’s tenderness, or a combination of all three that kept them on each other’s paths. (Maybe it was fate, or the heart of the cards.) It didn’t start as love but rather fondness and hope of fixing what was broken. Yūma was what connected the three of them at first, drawing the older boys with his enthusiasm for dueling, but it didn’t take long for Kite and Shark to see the other as the great duelist and gentle person that they are. As older brothers, they respect each other’s dedication towards their younger siblings, and they are equally thankful for Yūma coming into their lives. Their fondness, fueled by their hope, became a budding friendship between all three of them, and slowly, they start realizing that it is also love that they shared with each other. 

Relationship attitude: equally dedicated but shown in different ways

Yūma, Shark, and Kite are very dedicated to each other as they are dedicated to the other people they love. Yūma is very expressive and open about his affections vocally and physically, holding hands, giving kisses, calling his boyfriends’ names with joy. Neither of the older boys will deny his gestures, though they are less likely to initiate something themselves, at least in public. Shark acts like the disinterested boyfriend, doing whatever his significant others want him to do, but he’s always hoping that Yūma would lean against his shoulder or that Kite would talk about his day when they come up. He wouldn't deny them any gesture of affection. Kite prefers the comfort of home to do anything and likes to be in the middle so that he could hold both Yūma and Shark better. ^^ Shark likes to mess around and try to make it so that he and Yūma are holding him instead. ("I’m the big spoon again!” —Yūma) 

Misadventures:  If you lose Yūma, you’ll find him with trouble

Yūma both attracts and makes trouble, and that worries Shark endlessly. Kite is a bit more calm about it, but he will be there if something dangerous maybe occur. Yūma and Vector are still really good friends, and the former lets himself get pulled by the latter's enthusiasm and ideas. They really do have a lot of fun, but they will both get scolded at if anyone adventures done the "Ray Way" gets out of hand. Shark and Kite get in trouble in that they mostly just get involved.

I think I realized a mistake here in that Kite and Shark should be way down on "gets them out of trouble" scale, but honestly, it's pretty funny if those two are guys who go for the least bothersome thing but are just ready to throw down anytime at, like, a hint of an insult towards someone they love. ("Couldn't care less what people say about me. I at least know people won't try saying it to my face. If they talking about Rio, on the hand, that's a different story altogether." —Shark) Them getting into trouble is usually short lived as Kite's the type to deal with things himself and Shark makes sure people understand the first time around.

Handling conflict: perhaps similar, perhaps not at all

Shark doesn't start petty arguments anymore post-series, or at least he tries. Being leader of the former Barians again, he regains that sense of being a good role model; he's a lot more calmer, having more anchors in his life, and because of that, he is also more forgiving of people. One would expect that he at least dislikes Vector after all that the latter has done, but Shark sees that Vector does make Yūma happy and is trying to change himself. He forgives not becuase he understand but becuase he just can. The former Barians have all been through a lot—whole lifetimes, trauma, and hopelessness—so when the chance to make things better comes, Shark takes it because all that is truly all in the past.

Yūma is Yūma; he still easily acts and interacts with people the Ame as always, vocal about his confusion and his frustrations, and so he might get into fights or arguments when meeting new people; however, rarely does it take any offense easily. Having learned a lot about himself over the past year, he gets what's it like to be a bit egotistic, a bit selfish, a bit worried about anything, so he gets why people just say mean things like that. In the end, because of his easy going nature, he ends up making new friends as always!

Kite may be the one nobody should make conflict with. He may have opened his heart and treasure the people who fill his life, but he still does keep strangers at an arm length, wiling to give a hand but never heaisting to tell them to step away. They don't belong in his sphere of comfort so it's harder for him to forgive them, especially for bigger offensive like hurting his friends. He'd let people come at him because he knows he can handle them, and if they think they have the nerves to oppose him, he'd readily teach them a lesson they won't forget. He's the kind of guy who hits back, not first.

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(Unfortunately, this one won't be as long as my Kizuna one, but if you're curious about the other stuff, feel free to send an ask! I'd love to talk more, just not here, lol. I have a lot of fun with Stolen, they're just great together. I'd like to interact with more Stolenshipping fans. ^^

Here's a fic I wrote them for them, inspired by a fellow Stolenshipper: Numbers Not Letters, rated G)

[schrijverr]

'Till Death Do Us Part

Part 6 out of 13

When Alex has to bring Philip to work, he and Thomas discover that they both have something in common: they lost their love. They form an unexpected bond and connection about this that grows into something more.

A medium burn with parental feelings about Philip and flowers.

On AO3.

Ships: Jamilton

Warnings: brief mention of trauma in regards to water.

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Chapter 6: Garden Daisy Means ‘I Share Your Sentiments’

Alex and Philip played in the park the next day. He pushed Philip on the swings, they tossed a ball back and forth, making Alex feel very stereotypical, so he taught Philip how to make flower crowns from the little daisies in the grass.

Philip was especially excited about making the daisy chains, telling Alex animatedly about making one at school tomorrow: “Yeah, Theo loves flowers, so I’ll make her one, because she is my bestest friend.”

“I’m sure, she’ll appreciate that,” Alex smiled.

“Are you going to make one for Mr. Thomas?” Philip asked.

Alex shook his head: “Probably not, buddy. I don’t think Thomas is much of a flower crown person, but it’s a sweet thought of you.”

“Why?”

“What? I’m going to need more context than that, Pip.”

“Why doesn’t Mr. Thomas want a flower crown?” Philip asked, looking heartbroken about it as he then also asked, “Is a flower crown not a fun gift for your bestest friends?”

“No, no, Pip, it’s a wonderful gift for Theo tomorrow, but are Theo and Thomas really the same?” he tried to do damage control.

Philip thought about it, then said: “No, but they both think my art is the coolest and they like hearing about dinos and Uncle Laf said Mr. Thomas really liked the flowers you gave him and that he was adorable over them, so he must like the flowers. Don’t you think, so Papa?”

“Uncle Laf said what?” Alex was unable to help himself, immediately backtracking, not wanting to involve his kid in that, “Never mind, not important. You make some really good points, Pip,” he had to acknowledge that, but he wasn’t giving Thomas a flower crown.

“I do?” Pip sounded excited about it.

“Yes, you do,” building up self esteem was good, “But Papa is probably not going to do that, because there are no flowers around the office and they will wilt if I make it now,” he wasn’t going to make Philip sad, so hopefully that would be enough.

Philip hummed thoughtfully, then shook off the entire thing: “I suppose you’re right.”

They went home soon after, eating dinner, before Alex read Philip a bedtime story. When Philip had drifted off, he gave him a kiss on the forehead: “Sleep tight, Pip. You’re going places.”

In return Philip snuggled closer into his pillow with a soft sigh. Alex smiled at the sleeping kid, before retreating downstairs, planning to work a bit on his essay about biphobia within the queer community.

He had written a few good paragraphs when his phone buzzed. He picked it up and smiled when he saw it was a message from Thomas: ‘Since you told me that if I wanted to pay so bad, I would have to ask you out and because I said I would, here is me formally asking if you have time next Saturday?

Alex giggled at the wording, before shooting back: ‘dork’

‘me and pip usually hang out on saturdays, but i think hercs free to babysit’

Thomas replied: ‘I was hoping to take you on a picnic, if Philip wants to come and you don’t mind, he’s more than welcome’

That was something Alex hadn’t seen coming. He would love if Thomas and Pip got along and it seemed Thomas was willing to spend time with his son, but he worried that the man had only offered out of guilt.

He took a quick screenshot and send it to Angelic, asking: ‘is this thomas being nice and awkward abt it even though he doesnt mean it?’

After a few seconds, she replied: ‘He wouldn’t lie about shit like that, now reply before he gets anxious about your silence’

‘yes, ma’am’

Alex quickly went back to the chat with Thomas and send: ‘ill ask if he wants to come, but iwould love to take you up on the invitation :D’

‘Good’

‘Talk to you tomorrow?’

‘yeah, see you then’

‘goodnight’

‘Sleep tight, Alex’

Alex sat for a moment smiling dumbly at his phone, looking forwards to tomorrow to see Thomas again as he got up to get ready for bed.

The next day, he quickly put his stuff in his office, before going to the break room, knowing that Thomas would be in soon and meet him there. It always took a few minutes, so Alex busied himself with making coffee, trying not to look at the door.

He was just taking his first sip when Thomas came in. Almost choking he managed to wave as he greeted: “Hi.”

“Hello, be careful there,” Thomas smirked, noticing Alex struggle with the coffee.

“Shove off,” Alex told him, finally swallowing the sip that had betrayed him.

“Nah, don’t wanna,” Thomas shrugged, making himself coffee, “How was your weekend? Did you get terrorized by Lafayette as well?”

“God, he got you too?” Alex asked.

“Naturally,” Thomas replied, “He was at my house first thing in the morning on Saturday, I think he had a notepad.”

“He is such an idiot,” Alex facepalmed.

“You’re telling me,” Thomas laughed.

“But no, my weekend was good,” Alex said after a pause, “I was over at Eliza’s on Saturday, she and Maria were watching Pip and on Sunday me and Pip went to the park. You?”

“Well, on Saturday I hosted Laf, unprepared, but it was alright,” he was not telling Alex he had been draped over the couch, dramatically recounting the entire night like a teenager, “Then on Sunday I read a bit,” and botheredJames about date ideas, which he did not appreciate, before bothering him about what would bea good message to send, which he also didn’t appreciate; he added mentally.

“Are you reading anything interesting?” Alex asked.

“Yeah, I’m reading Frankenstein, just a classic I never got around to,” Thomas answered.

Alex lit up and their conversation went on, discussing the want for bodily autonomy that Mary Shelley as a woman in that era must have had and how that was integrated into the book and how the story of being otheredcould be applied to other minorities today.

The rest of the week sped by like usual. Their lunches together had felt a bit odd at first like it had gained a deeper meaning after the date, but then Thomas had spilled his coffee and Alex had snorted and inhaled a few crumbs, so that had worn off quite quickly.

When Alex had asked Philip if he wanted to come with him and Thomas on a picnic the boy had been beyond excited, which made that easy for Alex.

Now was just the issue of making sure that they had a kite for Pip, the drawing of Mr. Thomas he had made and wanted to give to the man, and sunscreen on as well as a jacket with them, because the weather was mostly good, but there might be winds later on.

Thomas came to pick them up in his car, it was a bit flashy, but the normal amount of flashy for Thomas. Still Alex said: “Hi there, show off.”

“And proud of it,” Thomas just grinned back, before he could say anything more though, Philip came running out of the house, yelling: “Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas, do you know how to fly a kite? Will you fly it with me?”

“Wow, calm down, kiddo,” Thomas said to the kid clinging to his waist.

“Sorry, Mr. Thomas.”

“It’s okay, and you can call me Thomas if you want to, you know that, right?”

“But it’s rude to not call people Mister,” Philip frowned.

“Well, it’s okay with me, I am hereby giving you permission to call me Thomas,” Thomas told the kid gently, the whole Mr. Thomas made him feel old.

Philip nodded, then said: “Okay, Uncle Thomas. Do you know how to fly a kite?”

Okay, that was- that was an upgrade that Thomas was unsure of how to deal with, so he just ignored it: “Yeah, I know how to fly a kite. Do you have one?”

“Yes, it’s the bestest one, it gots all the colors of the rainbow on it!” the kid was clearly beyond excited about it.

“Wow, that sounds super awesome, kiddo.”

“What is also super awesome, is car safety,” Alex interrupted them, “I got Pip’s booster seat, do you mind if I put that on the backseat?”

“Of course not, need help?” Thomas answered.

“Nah, I’ve done this before,” Alex grinned.

With Philip’s booster seat firmly in place and the kid buckled in, they got into the car. Thomas holding Alex’s door open with a flourish, making Alex blush as he called him a dork.

“Not a dork, darlin’, just Southern hospitality,” Thomas winked at him, letting his accent coat his words heavily.

And with that he closed Alex’s door and got into the car, driving off in the direction of the nearby park Alex often visited with Pip.

After they arrived Alex got Philip out of the car, while Thomas grabbed Alex’s bag andan actual basket out of the back. When he noticed Alex staring with a raised brow, he shrugged: “You were cliché, so I thought why not.”

“It’s very picturesque.”

“Papa, what is pictuu- pictuu- that word?” Philip asked.

Breaking the eyecontact with Thomas, Alex explained: “Well, sometimes things look just like a picture, they’re put in on purpose to be pretty, like with a drawing. So, we call it picturesque.”

Philip hummed thoughtfully, before he said: “Okay, can I go on the swings?”

“Sure, buddy, but first we go find a spot to sit and maybe eat something, okay?” Alex said, taking Pip’s hand, holding his other out to Thomas with a raised eyebrow.

Thomas took it with a smile, leading them to a spot near the little pond in the park, where a tree provided both shade and an easy marker to find it again if Philip wandered off on his own, which Alex was grateful for.

Out of the basket came a checkered blanket, which made Alex laugh as he and Thomas struggled to lay in down in the wind. But there were also sandwiches, orange juice, brownies, fruit salad and a thermos with coffee.

“Wow, you thought of everything, didn’t you,” Alex whistled.

He got an eye crinkle smile in return as Thomas said: “I try,” before turning to Philip and asking, “What sort of sandwich do you want, kiddo? I got PB and J, ham and cheese and one with chicken and eggplant.”

“May I please have a PB and J sandwich?”

“So, polite,” Thomas commented, handing him the sandwich, “Here you go. Alex?”

“Uhm, can I have one with chicken?”

“Of course, there you are,” Thomas handed him a sandwich, before taking a chicken one as well, nodding a cheers to the others before eating it.

It wasn’t really quiet while they ate, neither Alex nor Philip had a talent for keeping their mouths shut while Thomas was comfortable enough to mix himself into the conversation, either to argue fondly with Alex or to encourage Philip to keep going.

When most of the food was gone, Philip asked: “Can I go on the swings now, Papa?”

Alex checked if the swings were in sight, they were actually quite close and since he was trying to let Pip be more independent, he nodded: “Yeah, just be sure to stay in sight and to come tell me if you’re going somewhere else, okay?”

“Okay, Papa.”

“Can you pinky promise me?” he might be trying to let Pip be more independent, but he still worried about his son.

“Pinky promise,” it was adorable how serious Philip looked while making the pinky promise.

Then Philip skipped off to the swings to play. Alex watched him closely until he got there, then a few moments more just to be sure.

“It’s incredible to see how much you love him,” the comment startled Alex for a moment and he asked: “Wha?”

“Just- you love Philip so much and you can see it every time you two interact,” Thomas explained, “It’s kinda amazing to see. You know, with a big family it wasn’t all that one on one, so seeing how much attention you give him is weird – in the best way of course.”

Alex blushed, no one really every complimented his parenting much, with the trans thing and the single parent and the busy job, most of the PTA moms looked down on him, so it was refreshing to hear: “Oh, uhm, thanks, really means a lot.”

“No problem,” Thomas smiled, “Coffee?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Alex held out his cup and watched it get filled, nodding to Thomas gratefully as he took a sip.

It was quiet for a moment, then a thought popped into Thomas’s head, making him a bit unsure and he asked: “Philip is calling me Uncle Thomas, you okay with that?”

“As long as you are. Pip’s never had a conventional family, I’m not sure he knows exactly what the word is supposed to mean, so he just calls adults he knows well that,” Alex explained, before quickly adding, “If you want him to stop, I can talk to him.”

“Oh, no, I don’t mind – honored, actually – just, you know,checking in.”

“Okay.”

Then it was quiet again. They both stared at the little playground where Philip was now playing tag with a few other kids, obviously done with swinging on the swings.

The sun was out and there were birds in the trees that were chirping, they were sitting on a checkered blanket, nearly completely leaning on one another and Alex was enamored by how picturesque this actually was, even if it had been teasing before.

He remembered Thomas complimenting his date and how relieved and excited that had made him, so he leaned more into Thomas’s side and softly said: “This is pretty amazing, thanks for asking me out again.”

Alex couldn't see it, but Thomas grinned as he replied: “Well, I am glad for inviting you, the company makes it much better.”

“How romantic,” Alex told him, trying, and failing, not to be touched by the comment.

“I try,” Thomas merely replied.

“So,” Alex looked around for something to talk about when he spotted the daisies in the grass and was reminded of his trip to the park with Pip last week, “opinions on flower crowns?”

“What?” Thomas sounded very confused.

He sat up straighter and plucked a few flowers, making a chain and holding it up: “Opinions on flower crowns?”

Thomas laughed for a second, then saw Alex’s face andexclaimed: “Oh my God, you’re being serious.”

Alex laughed too, before schooling his face into a more serious expression: “A trustworthy source told me these are very great gifts.”

“Oh, and who might that source be?” Thomas challenge.

“Well that would be my very own flesh and blood, Philip Hamilton, UncleThomas,” Alex emphasized the title teasingly.

Thomas grinned: “Oh, you should have said so, can’t argue with such an esteemed member of society.”

They both laughed again as Alex plucked more daisies and made a flower crown. It might have been a bit of a joke, but he had never known when to stop and he wasn’t going to start now, so he concentrated on braiding the flowers together while Thomas watched with an amused smile.

“Here, a pretty flower crown, for a pretty boy,” Alex said, handing Thomas the flower crown, taking much delight in how he had a front row seat to a blush blooming over Thomas’s entire face.

Mutely Thomas took the flower crown, mentally trying not to die at Alex’s face and words, which was really hard.

“Well, aren’t you going to put it on?” Alex asked, it was kinda mean to tease at this point, but he couldn't help it when Thomas looked like that.

“Ye- yeah, naturally,” Thomas managed, putting the flower crown on as he regained his bearings, “So, how do I look?” his voice was still a bit squeaky.

“Ah, just like I thought,” Alex smiled, “beautiful.”

“You can’t just say things like that, Alex,” Thomas tried to hide his face.

“Yes, yes, I can. I don’t know if you know this, but I’m kind of known for always speaking my mind and being honest. Can’t help it if it’s true.”

“I hate you.”

“I sure hope that’s not true or this is going to be awkward.”

It was a teasing reply, but both stilled for a moment, before Thomas slowly and softly said: “No, I- I didn’t mean that, you’re- you’re pretty alright.”

“Pretty alright… Hm, I’ll take it,” Alex was smirking, trying to play off the fact that his heart was beating like a marathon runner’s as relief flooded through his veins.

Thomas shoved him over and said: “You’re an idiot.”

“Now that- that I already knew,” Alex grinned, before getting up and looking back to the playground to check in on Philip.

He didn’t have to search much, because the boy was just running their way, yelling: “Papa, Papa, I slayed the dragon.”

“Wow, really buddy? That’s so cool,” Alex caught him as the kid practically tripped into his arms as he gestured wildly while recounting his epic encounter with a dragon and a witch and some fairies who were ‘the coolest, Papa, you should have seen then, they went pow pow and it was so cool.’

Then he spotted Thomas with the flower crown perched on his head and he smiled widely: “Did you give Uncle Thomas a flower crown like I said, Papa?”

“Yeah, I did, Pip. You were right, it was a great gift.”

“I have to agree, you have way better ideas than your Papa,” Thomas budded in.

Philip’s smile widened: “Really? I think so, but Papa is an adult and people always say adults know better.”

“Well, in some instances, adults have more experiences so they can make better decisions, but that doesn’t mean they’re always right,” Thomas said, “Kids can have interesting ideas too. Think of it like painting, experiences are different colors, but you don’t need every color, you can just make a more elaborate picture with more.”

Alex watched as Philip took a moment to think about it, before he nodded in understanding and saying: “So, I may not have all the colors yet, but I can make a good picture?”

“Yeah, exactly,” Thomas was grinning so broadly that Alex was going to loose his mind with how much he adored Thomas and Philip interacting and how fucking cute it was.

Suddenly Philip’s eyes lit up and he said: “Papa, I forgot to give Uncle Thomas his picture.”

“You can give it now, buddy,” Alex told him, reaching over to the bag he brought himself and digging through it.

“My what?” Thomas asked in the background.

“I made you a picture,” Philip was bouncing in place waiting for Alex to find it. When he did, he handed it to Pip, who in turn handed it to Thomas.

“It’s you,” he said, “You’re all purple, because you like purple like me and you have big hair like Uncle Laf and Uncle Herc do, though Uncle Herc’s is smaller and I gave you a book and a laptop ad then I thought planes would be cool, so I added those.”

“Wow, Philip, this is amazing,” Thomas said, “I feel like I should donate it to a museum, but something is missing for that.”

“What?” Philip’s face fell slightly.

“I need it signed, can’t have a masterpiece and forget who made it. What if you get famous? I want to be able to brag that I got an original Philip Hamilton drawing,” he dug around in his pocket and got out the purple pen he used to sign things when he was annoyed at Washington.

Philip took it excitedly, messily scrawling his name at the bottom, before handing it back: “Here, for you.”

“Truly, I’m speechless,” Thomas said, “I’m going to have to frame this.”

“You will?” Philip’s eyes were as big as plates.

“I am a man of my word and I promise,” Thomas told him, holding up a pinky. He had alreadyfigured out that promise meant the most to Philip at this age.

Philip happily interlocked their fingers, before Thomas carefully put the drawing away. Once it was gone, Philip asked: “Can we go kiting now?”

“We first have to put it together if you want to do that, so while I do that why don’t you drink some more juice,” Alex said, already pouring juice in a cup for Pip.

“Thank you, Papa,” Philip started drinking happily.

He struggled with putting the kite together, but luckily Thomas had more experience in putting together kites, citing his big family. So, they had it assembled by the time Philip had finished his juice.

Alex forced Philip to eat a brownie too. It might not be the healthiest, but he wouldn’t let Philip run around on an empty stomach if he could help it.

“I have no clue how to do this,” Alex confessed holding the kite. He had bought it on a whim in the supermarket about twoweeksago. However, he had no childhood memories to draw from on how to do this.

“Fortunately for you, I do,” Thomas said, taking the kite from him, “Here, let me take this.”

Alex gladly gave the task away and watched as Thomas gave Philip the handle of the kite and instructed him on what to do as he threw the kite into the air.

Philip whooped when it stayed up and Thomas cheered as well. Alex took out his phone and sneakily took a picture of the two, before cheering as well.

He flew the kite for half an hour before it went wrong. It was nothing big, just a sudden gust of wind that ripped the kite from Philip’s small hands and carried the kite away from them until it dropped into the water.

They looked at the kite for a second, before Philip turned to Alex with big eyes: “Papa, we have to save the kite.”

Looking at the water, Alex shuddered before he replied: “I’m sorry, Pip, but I can’t retrieve it for you. I think you’re going to have to say goodbye to the kite.”

“I can go get it, please, Papa,” there were tears gathering in Philip’s eyes.

In his mind images of Philip drowning flashed and quite harshly he said: “No!” cringing as Philip startled slightly. In a softer tone, he repeated: “No, Pip. You can’t swim, I’m not letting you in the water, because it’s dangerous and your clothes will get wet.”

“But- but the kite,” Philip argued.

“It was an accident, but we lost the kite,” Alex tried to break the news gently.

They were distracted by Thomas, who said: “I can go get the kite.”

“What?” “Will you do that, Uncle Thomas!”

“No, I can’t ask that of you,” Alex said, “You’ll ruin your clothes and it’s in the water and it might get cold later, it’s too much to ask.”

“I’ll be fine, Alex. Unlike Philip here, I can swim, so it’s fine if I fall. And this isn’t a natural pond anyway,” Thomas explained, “It’s made to trap rainwater so the neighborhood doesn’t get flooded, but because it’s in a kids park, it’s shallower. I don’t think my shorts will get wet.”

“You really don’t have to do this,” Alex pressed again, making sure that Thomas didn’t feel obligated just because Philip would be mildly upset about it.

“I know,” Thomas smiled as he sat down to toe off his shoes and socks.

Before he stepped into the water, he looked at Pip and seriously said: “Can you watch over our spot and your Papa for me while I go rescue the kite?”

Philip nodded, equally serious: “With my life.”

“Good,” Thomas chuckled, then set his first step.

He had been right about the depth of the pond and got to the kite without any difficulties. More onlookers had turned their attention to the water, but Thomas tried to ignore them as he saved the kite.

Returning to the shore he handed it to Philip, who beamed: “Thank you so somuch, Uncle Thomas.”

“No problem, kiddo, though I don’t think we can kite any more with the kite all wet,” he replied.

“That’s okay, I can still swing,” Philip said.

As the kid ran off again to play, Alex turned to Thomas: “Really, thank you, you didn’t have to do it, but thanks.”

“Did you see Philip’s smile? Worth it, really,” Thomas assured him.

Alex smiled, he didn’t think his heart could contain all the affection he had for Thomas in that moment, so he just hugged the man and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Thomas gently touched the spot Alex had kissed before smiling like he was the happiest man on earth, which only made Alex scream more internally.

They returned to their blanket and watched Philip play. After a few minutes of silence, Thomas lightly said: “So, water. Not a fan?”

“Ah, no, not really,” Alex replied, not sure on what to say.

“You don’t have to tell me, just good to keep in mind,” Thomas told him gently.

“Oh, no, it’s okay, just not something I talk about much,” Alex shrugged.

Thomas repeated: “You don’t have to tell me, really.”

“I know,” Alex assured him, “You know how I’m an immigrant, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I come from the Caribbean and uhm- You see, there was this hurricane that hit my island when I was seventeen. It’s- uh, it’s not something I’d recommend living through,” he told Thomas.

“Oh wow, I remember that being on the news,” Thomas felt like he had maneuvered himself into an awkward position. He was bad at comfort, with John he could relate, but here he was way out of his depths.

“It’s okay now, I got over it- mostly,” Alex shrugged, trying to move on, “Just don’t like water or storms that much.”

Thomas nodded, staying quiet. Instead he slung an arm over Alex’s shoulders and let the man snuggle close as he stared off in the direction Philip was in, though Thomas wasn’t sure if he was seeing much, so he kept an eye on the kid just in case.

After a moment, Alex asked: “Do you have one of those brownies left?”

“What? Huh, oh yeah. Here.”

“Thank you, these are amazing.”

“Why thank you, I made them.”

“You did?”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

“I’m not,” a beat, then Alex said, “Well, I am, but it’s more pleasantly surprised than anything else. I didn’t know you baked.”

Thomas was glad for the change in topic and that the atmosphere hadn’t been ruined by his comment. So he replied: “It’s calming, repetitive and you have something nice at the end.”

“Never pegged you to be a stress baker,” Alex commented.

“According to Jemmy it’s one of my more redeeming qualities,” Thomas joked.

Alex laughed: “James is good in pinning people, I’ll take his word.”

“He thought you to be annoying and a dick, so I don’t think you wanna do that,” Thomas raised a brow at him.

“Schematics,” Alex waved his hand, “And in my defense, I was annoying back then, maybe even a bit of a dick, butI just aged like fine wine.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I thought you were supposed to be on my side.”

“What can I say, I’m a man of many faces.”

“You’re a dork, that’s what you are.”

“Maybe so,” Thomas smirked, before looking over to the playground again. Philip was going down the slide, before running around with another kid. Thomas said: “He looks like he’s having fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, he does,” Alex agreed, snuggling closer into Thomas’s side.

Thomas planted a kiss on the top of his head and Alex was pretty sure he was one day going to melt out of affection.

Philip stopped running for a moment, to turn to them and wave excitedly. Alex waved back and so did Thomas. Alex couldn't stop the smile on his face, this was nice, so much nicer than he ever thought he was going to get after John’s death.

He send a quick look to the sky, slightly wistful, before fully draping himself over Thomas, earning a not-that-offended offended squawk that he ignored in favor of draping even more until Thomas gave in and let them both topple over.

Alex vowed that he was going to try to hold on to this for as long as possible.

I am not a parent btw, I feel like I should have stated that early, also don’t take this fic as parenting advise. I try to write Good Parent!Alex, but that doesn’t mean it will be entirely, bc, again, no experience in this field.

Btw, Philip not understanding Uncle and Auntie and being over at the other’s houses so much is a concept I love, bc it’s a very queer way to raise a kid. Sure, Alex is his primary care giver and dad and stuff, but a village raises a kid and- ugh, I love found family dynamics.

Also this is getting incredibly fluffy, I was worried this was going to be too dark for me with my other fics, but no within a few chapters the angst has made place for this. Love that for me *gay peace sign*