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[kermdoeswriting]

Bruce Wayne's a Foster Parent. Also he avoids death a lot so a dead person can usually tell if a humans meant to have died but didn't.

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"Bruce you know I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't have to but-"

Bruce just sighed from his side of the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Nobody ever really expects to get a phone call nearing 3 am but exceptions had to be made when you were a legal foster parent and also a part-time secret super hero. If it wasn't one thing calling for him it was the other.

On the other side of the phone, Bruce heard the caseworker, Roni, chuckle.

"It's just for 3 nights and half of the day after, but I need you to be prepared for something before I can pass them off to you."

Bruce sat upright now on his bed, attentively listening to her words. Usually the kids didn't really come with any pre-warnings from the Caseworker themselves, letting anything about each Foster kid be said inside of their personal files that got sent along with them.

But when she gave out this information it was usually important. The last time Bruce had gotten a warning like this it was for Jason which was ages ago it feels at this point.

"What is it?"

"The kids are-" Her voice trailed off, like as if she was still searching for the right words to say. "They've been through what I can honestly only describe as the equivalent to a meta-kid trafficking lab"

Bruce shifted as he heard the driving continue on the other side of the phone.

"They're very guarded because of what they went through and they might display.. unusual behavior. More unusual then a meta-kids behavior after such a situation would be, but don't let it fool you! The kids are really sweet beyond being afraid."

Bruce frowns at the descriptions before replying to her, mentally trying to prepare himself for the idea of these kids and what they might have went through.

"I'll make a note of it then. Thank you, Roni"

"No, thank you, Bruce. I really appreciate this last minute placement. We'll be by really soon"

He was left with a click as he removed himself off his bed and threw the covers to the side of him. Alfred would want to know that they would have 2 new guests in the manor, at the very least to greet them and have rooms prepared even if they didn't need to have them prepared further then what they already were.

It was less then 5 minutes later that Bruce found himself, with Alfred, greeting the temporary fosters at the front door. Roni looked tiredly at them as she pushed the kids front and center.

Bruce could relate heavily.

"Hello Danny, Ellie. It's nice to meet you both, I'm Bruce Wayne."

Danny just stared at the mans outstretched hand for a second before he turned to look up at him, a pinched look on his face. Ellie matched his expression, although being a bit more subtle about it as she looked over Bruce as a whole.

Eerily, Bruce felt like his very soul was being judge the longer the kids stared at him. He also felt a sense of familiarity with these two kids the longer this continued.

They seemed detached rather than afraid like their caseworker had explained earlier, more so viewing the world as if they were outside of it rather then in it in any way.

Danny was quick to glare at him after another moment, "You're a fruit-loop, aren't you?"

Ellie broke from her own scanning almost immediately when she heard Danny's comment, cackling beside him before shoving him off with her arm. The action made Bruce smile as he took his arm back and placed it by his side.

Alfred also looked amused between the pair of siblings before turning attention to the task at hand again. Bruce just smiled at his pseudo-fathers usual fondness over children, knowing he was being reminded of his own grandchildren.

"This is Alfred. He's going to be the one to show you over to your rooms for the next few nights." Alfred greeted the kids in the same polite way he usually greeted all guests before he leaned down and extended his hands towards their belongings. He didn't grab their belongings just remained leaning over them before questioning the kids if they would like help to take their stuff to their rooms.

Bruce only really saw it faintly and if it were any other moment he might have ignored it as a sleepless hallucination, but for some reason he noticed the change immediately. The twins eyes go from a darker blue to a flashing bright green.

As if alarmed by the sudden movement towards their belongings.

Danny was quick to catch his own staring as well, eyes flashing back to blue for only a second before reverting back to green. Almost as if to give off some kind of warning.

Ellie noticed his staring immediately and shoved Danny again, this time more forceful for his attention before turning to whisper something to him when she had him back.

Bruce felt his skin crawl before turning away to face their caseworker, not really understanding anything they were saying beyond hearing a few words and feeling their eyes look between each other and his back.

Death Touched was an especially new description, and one that stuck in his head the second he heard it.

Bruce waited until the kids were guided away by Alfred before talking to their caseworker officially and waking her up from her half delirious tired drop-off.

"Hey Roni? Is there any chance we can extend the Fenton kids stay?"

There was something going on here with these kids and he was going to get to the bottom of it. One way or another.

[shitpostingsapphic]

"I hate Caitlyn because of the system she represents. I'm so tired of people acting like we can'thate her for that."

Let's have a long, hard talk.

This argument IS made in direct comparison to the oppressive systems we see in real life, so let's first talk about how Caitlyn compares to real world oppressive systems, her faults and the ways she fails the people she serves, and then let's talk about how you're just fucking wrong about her and how you hate the wrong character.

Caitlyn is an enforcer. Stating the obvious. She is a member of a larger system she chose to be a part of, because she wanted to serve the people. She was ignorant of the system's corruption as we see throughout season 1. Her initial intentions with becoming an enforcer are because she wants to fight injustice, defy the stuff politics of Piltover that she was raised under, and have her own identity.

At the end of season 1, several things happen to Caitlyn. She is abducted naked from her home, held hostage for at minimum 24 hours, during which time an array of things could have happened to her but of which we know for certain left her TERRIFIED of the young girl with blue hair she was abducted by. She watches that same girl fire an explosive that kills her mother. Preceding this, she has been witness to the ways Silco has harmed the people of the undercity and how he had the enforcers in his pocket in order to do it. Ekko explicitly tells her this. He tells her how Silco has ruined lives and how the enforcers were the manpower that let it happen.

Caitlyn walks away from season 1 changed in many ways. She is brokenhearted and traumatized, but still holds a strong desire to protect the innocent people of both cities. Because of who she has been up to this point, her belief is that she can rectify the wrongs by using the power of her position to do good instead of aid corruption. Her asking Vi to become an enforcer to do as much is in bad taste, yes. Which she later apologizes for and takes ownership for. That doesn't remove the good intention behind it. And it doesn't negate that Vi can later see the logic behind it. Being able to take control of a bad situation and use that power to do good instead of abusing that power to do bad, is an incredibly shaky but important position to be in. And the whole point of Caitlyn's character is how she navigates that--can she use her position to do good? As per GOOD WRITING, she's not going to get it perfect until she learns and grows.

We can acknowledge the moral ambiguity of using the grey, how it does harm, while also acknowledging the WAY it was used and for what purpose was both smart, economical, and GOOD. Doing bad things for good reasons. That's what the use of the grey was.

I'm not going to get into the memorial much, but all I will say for that, is it's an excellent example of people twisting Caitlyn's words and underselling the pain she's going through. If you can't acknowledge the right Caitlyn has to be upset at the people who just violently disrupted a memorial for mourning the loss of loved ones, I don't think you care to have a conversation about the humane treatment of others. And using Caitlyn's anger and grief as a "see?? She hates Zaunites!!" is so fucking stupid I'm not going to entertain an argument for that.

Caitlyn's setback is her trauma, her ignorance, and her heartbreak. She still isn't a fully realized character throughout most of season 2. She's learning and growing and unfortunately that is at the expense of the people she lords over while enforcing martial law. But if we acknowledge that, we also have to acknowledge the ways she changed the system so that needless suffering and punishment didn't happen. Confronting Ambessa when violence is used unlawfully. Improving the prison food and banning the use of the most inhumane cells in Stillwater. Bare minimum? Yes. But still ways she showed that she saw the Zaunites as humans and not as flesh covered problems the way Salo does. Not as problems to get rid of the way Ambessa does.

If the reason for your ire is because Caitlyn is a figure in a corrupt system, then your hatred is misdirected. The point of Caitlyn is to show the ways the system needs to change, and how the people within it who want to do good can often be misguided, but that doesn't mean they aren't good people or that they can't do good within their position.

If you fundamentally disagree with that, there isn't much of an argument to be had, but I will say that your ire is still misdirected.

I never see you guys discuss Salo or Ambessa.

Salo represents true bigotry in the system. It's a position he maintains all the way up to when his mind is commandeered by Viktor and the hexcore. Salo is the type of person who functions on confirmation bias--he already has a prejudiced view of Zaunites, and will use any opportunity to say "see? Told you so! We should put them down." Compared directly to how Caitlyn talks about them, asks Vi to help fix the system, fights against the system going too far, actively makes adjustments to change the way the system treats Zaunites, the claims that Caitlyn is a bigot don't hold up.

Ambessa IS the system. She IS the oppressive force that indiscriminately will take and take and take and sees violence as a tool and not a consequence to be avoided at all costs the way Caitlyn does. And for some fucking reason, no one who criticizes Caitlyn gives any weight to Ambessa's actions, ever. They don't discuss the way she manufactures the attack on the memorial to manipulate public opinion on Zaunites, as well as manipulate Caitlyn. They don't discuss how she sets Caitlyn up to be pressured to take the position of Commander and uses her grief, promises her justice, in order to warm Caitlyn to her and keep her as an ally, a pawn she can use. They don't discuss how she sent Maddie to be a spy, to be in Caitlyn's bed and to be as intimately close to her as possible, to make sure Caitlyn still was behaving the way she needed in order to see her plan through.

When discussing the manipulative, exploitative, and violent nature of oppressive systems, Caitlyn has become the scapegoat, when it is people like Salo and Ambessa who deserve your blame and your ire.

You wonder why people don't take your complaints about Caitlyn seriously? That's why. Because the show gave you very bold examples of oppressive individuals in control of the systems you hate, and you ignore both of them for the sake of hating on a beloved lesbian character, who is beloved because she is flawed and good natured and whose journey we enjoy because it's all about learning what to do when you're within a system that pulls you at every direction to do evil, and you still find a way to do good.

Do some more think pieces on Salo and Ambessa. Then maybe we can have nuanced discussions on Caitlyn.

[pissdrinker5000]

the first taste

a hamzah fic

warnings: smutty, kinda dom hamzah, fem reader, not proofread sry for any typos!!

(there was actually a whole part 1 to this but it did not save so heres the pt 2.. sry if there are references from pt 1.. just use ur imagination ig)

You both sit on Hamzahs couch, watching the show he begged you to watch with him, swearing he's going to put you on despite it not being a genre you typically enjoy. Red and Blue lounge on the couch next to Hamzah. After what feels like hours, but is really only halfway through one episode, Hamzah does the classic move, yawning and putting one arm around your shoulder. You shift a bit closer to him, your thighs now pressed against one another's. Your hearts are both racing, and you can't bring yourself to look at him, despite your desire to trace your gaze along his lips and his black curls again.

Hamzah suddenly breaks the tension, as if it was physically paining him not to, but he doesn't really know what to say. "Uh, you look really nice in that outfit."

Surprised, you look down as if you forgot you even had a physical body. And truthfully, you had been so preoccupied thinking about him that you almost did forget. "Thank you. It was just whatever I could find," you lie. You didn't want him to know how much you agonized over picking an outfit this morning. "You look good, too."

He smiles at you, making eye contact for the first time in a while. "Nah, it's just a hoodie and some pants I had laying on the floor."

You both chuckle, knowing the other is lying about how much effort they put into simply getting dressed.

He leans closer to you. Your faces are now close enough that you feel each other's breathing. Your eyes travel from his eyes to his lips. His breath stifles when he notices.

It feels like everything around you has dissolved, and all you can think about is bringing your lips to his. Closing that gap. You're far too nervous to make such a move, though. You try to look away in an attempt to break the tension, but Hamzah lifts his left hand to your face. You feel your skin melt against his touch. His hands are warm and surprisingly soft. He gently nudges your face back to look at him.

You can see the hesitation is his eyes, nervous to mess up what you two have. He leans even closer but stops right before your lips touch, looking up at you for reassurance. You try to tell him with just your eyes how badly you want this, and he somehow gets the message.

He leans in completely, your lips melting together as if they have been longing for each other your entire lives. His kiss is desperate, needy. He pulls away for a second to look into your eyes, and you smile each other before leaning back in, this time more desperate than the first. You place your hand on the back of his head, intertwining your fingers between his thick curls. His hand that was once on your cheek travels down to your waist and pulls you onto his lap.

His other hand makes its way to behind your ear, deepening the kiss. You have never moved this fast with anyone before, but you're filled with an overwhelming desire to explore his entire body. Your imagination races thinking about what he's hiding under those baggy clothes. His left hand sneaks underneath your cardigan and plays with the hem of your top. You twitch slightly at the feeling of his touch on your bare skin, and you accidentally let out a soft noise. He takes this as a sign to kiss you harder than you thought was possible, as you were already extremely close.

Your bodies get hotter, sweat starting to form, and you feel suffocated by the layers you're wearing. You pull back from the kiss to take off your cardigan, and Hamzah takes the opportunity to remove his hoodie, revealing a t-shirt with a stupid ironic saying on it. You crack a smile as you read it before he places both of his hands on your waist and pulls you back towards him to kiss you. This time closer than before. You can feel his bulge harden as your weight pushes down on it. This makes him let out a small groan. His hands become even more desperate, traveling down to your thighs. He grips your upper thigh, unable to hide his desire to be closer to you.

"Hamzah..." You let out in a soft whine.

He pulls back to ask, "Is everything okay?"

You nod your head, not breaking eye contact. "Perfect." You smile and lean in to kiss him again, but are surprised by him laying you down on the couch and positioning himself on top of you.

He looks so hot leaning above you like this, and you can't help but squirm underneath him, your pussy practically begging for him to be inside you.

"You're so beautiful," he remarks. "I knew since the moment I saw you that I'd be obsessed with you." His voice is low and soft. You become aware of the wet mess happening in your undies.

He uses his right hand to cup your cheek, stroking it with his thumb, while his left hand travels to your chest. You squirm and let out a soft, desperate moan as his fingers graze your nipple. Your lips collide once again, your tongues clashing inside each other's mouths. You move your hands to the waistband of his pants, sliding your fingers inside the seam. His hips buckle at the sensation, and he lets out a deep groan into your mouth, refusing to break the kiss. He lets his weight fall on top of you, your crotches pushing against each other needily. "Fuck," he groans.

You push him up and move your hands to the button on his pants, waiting for reassurance before you go any further. "Keep going," he breathes. "Please." You unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper, feeling his length fill up the space that has now opened up. He quickly starts to do the same for your pants, pulling them off as fast as he can, then assisting you with taking off his own. He pulls away from the kiss to admire your now exposed thighs and panties. He licks his lips as he moves his hands down your thighs and places a thumb on your pussy, feeling how wet you are for him. You moan and thrust your hips into his hand, almost involuntarily, overwhelmed by the feeling of him touching you so gently. He grins. Knowing how badly you want him, he's filled with confidence.

You notice the shift from hungry to insatiable, but you don't have long to think about it before he is back to work, kissing you again, moving one hand to grip your tit while the other presses harder into your crotch. Your moans become louder as he handles your body with an increasing confidence. "You're so hot... Where have you been my whole life?" He whispers to you while placing hungry kisses on your neck.

His thumb begins to pull down your panties, and he starts to finger you with his middle and ring finger, using the others to spread your pussy open for easy access. You start to respond to his question, but he shoves his fingers inside you, making you gasp. You forgot what you were even going to say, and all you can muster is a stifled, "Fuck, you're so good," through loud moans.

He thrusts his fingers in an out at the perfect rhythm, making you desperate for more. You move your hands to the waistband of his underwear, but he moves them away, not letting you pull them off. "Wait here, okay?" He says as he leans upright and begins to walk to his room. You wait patiently, listening to him shuffle around, opening and closing drawers. He comes out with a condom in a blue foil package between his fingers. "You okay with this?" He asks, making sure he didn't misread any cues. You nod enthusiastically, smiling up at him. The lighting in his apartment, or maybe it's just your angle, illuminates his muscles. You can't help but stare at his arms as he removes the condom from its wrapper and pulls it onto his length.

He climbs on top of you again and leans down to kiss you. His kiss is just as hungry as before, but with a note of satisfaction that he is finally able to do what he's been waiting for. Finally able to show you what it's like to get fucked by him. Finally able to have his way with your body, like he's wanted to since he first laid eyes on you. He didn't expect to fall in love with anyone any time soon, but now that he knows you, he can't imagine how he got through life without you for so long.

He rubs his dick along your clit, savoring the feeling of your wet pussy. "You're so wet," he remarks in a low grumble.

Your head feels dizzy with desire, and you moan at his touch. "Just fuck me already," you plead, unable to contain your desperation for him. He follows your instruction, slowly pushing his thick cock into your pussy, making you gasp in a whiny moan.

He smirks at the reaction he is able to get from you, and places his hand on your jaw as he thrusts in and out of your tight pussy. He moves his thumb over your mouth, gesturing for you to open. "Such a pretty girl. You're so good," he praises you as you open your mouth and start sucking on his thumb. He pushes it deep into your throat. "You take it so well, love. I'm impressed."

You melt hearing him call you "love." He thrusts into your pussy deeper and harder. "Let's see just how much you can take, huh?" He removes his thumb from your mouth and replaces it with a kiss, before gripping your waist to hold your body steady.

[joocomics]

1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ xdh drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 hyeongjun x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 0.8

request: “people who’re just friends don’t do shit like this, and you know it”

contains: sub!reader, oral sex (f!rec), overstimulation (f!rec), oral fixation, multiple orgasms (f!rec), dirty talk, pet names, temperature play (ice), hair pulling (m!rec), inspired by this post of mine

[ event masterlist | xdinary heroes masterlist ]

Neither of you thought that the night was going to continue like this.

At your place, just the two of you. Bodies pressing into one another with desire to feel the other’s warm skin, because as it turns out, that’s what both of you have been secretly craving ever since you got introduced to each other.

Not even a minute has passed since you said goodbye to your friends and Hyeongjun was already settled between your legs, groaning against your heat - there was a feeling of relief that overflowed his chest from finally being able to taste you. It felt good and he expressed his satisfaction by little moans which made you tingle and bite your lips.

They still do, because he keeps going…

“Fuck, I love it!” Hyeongjun gazes down at your cunt after spitting what he just slurped from your arousal. “Your pussy is so fuckin' sweet, baby, I just can't stop.” He runs his tongue along his shiny lips, pushing two of his slim fingers through your walls; they're warm and soaked from the orgasms that already passed through your body. “Close?”

“Shit—“ you squirm once he leans down to attach the tip of his tongue onto your sensitive clit; his eyes are hazy from the rush when they shoot you a look of anticipation. “Yeah, really close, please don’t tease!” Your hand hurries to grip on his hair. “So fuckin’ close—“

Your hips buck up and Hyeongjun instantly gets the message - his both hands grasp your thighs so he can focus on using his entire mouth again without interruptions.

“Fuckfuckfuck! I’m gonna—“

As the familiar wave of intense pleasure washes over you, Hyeongjun strengthens his grip, though he wouldn’t mind having your thighs close around him and keeping him there - face pressed against your slick folds as his mouth memorises your flavour till he has trouble breathing.

His warm panting fades away once he lifts up, smacking your hip with a perky grin on his face. Not in an obnoxious way, but more so in a delightful one, showing how much he’s genuinely enjoying understanding your body.

“I want to help you out now.” Observing the evident tent in his pants you deliberately run your hand along his leg.

You watch him suck on his fingers, cleaning them up from your essence, then pick up his drink from the floor to take a sip.

“Such an angel,” he chuckles silently before taking out the ice cube from his glass and placing it into his mouth.

Your own mouth waters at the idea of feeling some different parts of his body other than his lips. Especially when he removes his hoodie and throws it away, murmuring about being hot.

You get to brush your fingertips against his lower abdomen, then along the appealing shape of his boner that’s still trapped by his pants.

“You’ll have your turn, don’t worry about it,” he snickers softly after noticing your dreamy gaze fixated upon his lower half.

“I want my turn now,” you state almost in a whisper; a short moment before squealing at a sudden cold thrill.

You did see Hyeongjun directing the ice cube he was sucking on towards your pussy, but still... you did not expect it to be that cold.

“Aren’t you sweating?” He teases amused, immediately preventing you from crossing your legs.

“Yeah, but that’s too cold!” Your whining gradually turns into flustered laughter as he rubs the melting ice all over your puffy lips. He glides it into different directions before lightly pressing it onto your clit. “Holy fuck!”

“Relax, it’s gonna feel good,” he now invites his freezing fingers inside you; pleasant warmth immediately envelops them as he twirls them around, “stop whining and easen up your pussy for me, baby.”

Shuddering, you try to loosen up as much as you can, then shut your eyes, feeling his familiar tongue licking up your intimate lips as they drip with water.

Though you’re extra sensitive to his touch, you cannot ignore how his wet kisses grow a new type of sensation; one you can get used to.

“Hyeongjun, I—“

“You’re fine,” he whispers in a low, huskier voice as he notices how your highly stimulated body twitches. “I’m gonna shove it into your pretty cunt now.”

“What?” Your jaw drops.

“Oh, come on,” Hyeongjun’s slick lips curl mischievously, “be a good friend, let me slip it inside.”

“A good friend?” You look down at him with a raised brow.

“Yeah, isn't that what we are?” There’s a dark spark in his eye as his erotic tone drawns out the question. “Just two really good friends that know how to have fun.”

“People who are just friends don’t do shit like this and you know it.” You reply, drawning out the question the same way he did.

But instead of commenting, Hyeongjun looks away, pushing the cube through your entrance and causing you to yelp. He dives back into your pussy, controlling his tongue with an unfading appetite and commitment as the ice melts in the scorching heat of your walls.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[da-janela-lateral]

Mezato is a very intriguing person despite her position as a side character restricting the audience's knowledge on her, but there are some implications I have become very interested on.

During her conversation with Ritsu post-LOL Cult arc, she mentions something akin to "people really aren't born as equals", referring to how Mob is so disadvantaged compared to Ritsu even thought they're siblings. However, that also says a lot about her motivations. Mezato has two main reasons for organizing the Psycho Helmet Cult and trying to make it influent (with Mob's help as their messiah): 1) it sounded fun; and 2) she wanted to take part in such a massive event. Although the "fun" part can be attributed to the fact that well, she is a fourteen year old with a weird perspective, both motivations are directly associated to not only Mezato's passion, but her opinion on herself.

First of all, she becomes fixated on anything that appears worthy of her attention. It kickstarts her adventures as the school journalist, hunting for any kind of news that she believes to be interesting, and by that she doesn't mean "math class is cancelled": Mezato goes far beyond, from catching shoplifters red-handed to infiltrating a cult that supposedly brainwashes its members. It's clear that the mundane is not enough to her. Mezato wants the current biggest thing. This is one of the reasons she gets so interested in Mob, and being so obsessed with the worldchanging, Mezato cannot bring herself to care as much about the common, the mundane. This way, she can only see entertainment, or better put, value, in what stands out.

Equally, Mezato wants to participate in something she sees as 'big'. Being someone who is so attracted to the flashiest parts of reality, she wants to have an active, direct role regarding them. It makes her feel entertained. It makes her feel fulfilled. It makes her feel special, most of all, because even being in the Biggest Thing's shadow removes her from the condition of banality she disdains so much. That's what makes the Psycho Helmet Cult sound like such an excelent idea, as hollow and uncritical it could be.

But what does these beliefs say about Mezato? Simple. Mezato doesn't think she can be interesting or valuable by herself. She is not shown as pretty, or academically gifted, or athletic. She doesn't appear to have friends. She doesn't even have an ability with the occult like Mob does. Mezato is a normal, lonely girl who has no other excuse to be noticed besides her imprudent detective work, but worse than that, she thinks she can't change. Mezato will never be attention-worthy as herself, so she appeals to inserting herself in whatever interesting thing she finds in the hope that it'll make her Someone by association. She could be a loser, a nobody, but at least she helped build something that is wonderful, and that is the closest she can get to being important.

Her interests and achievements, in this sense, are more like an extension of herself than a result of her passion. A passion that isn't understood by anyone else. A passion that others ignore and are annoyed at, which only reinforces her loneliness and her obsession with chasing after Big Things. If she succeeds, she will finally have a part of herself she can be proud of. After all, there are a hundred wonders in the world with the potential to change everything; there is only one Ichi Mezato and she can never be like them.

[insomniadreamzz]

Our Family Part 3

Part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/insomniadreamzz/772098495309070336/ok-ok-ok-following-the-pregnancy-storyline-lets

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/insomniadreamzz/773579527173668864/hey-im-absolutely-obsessed-with-your-series-about

G!P Jinx x Fem!Reader

In this part I am gonna add two requests I got. First is morning wood with G!P Jinx and second request is Vi meeting her niece.

Mentions of smut, fluff, G!P

You woke up the next morning in the arms of your lover, still sleepy as you nuzzled closer into her chest. Last night was amazing and you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were. Jinx probably thinking the same as her arms tightened around you, pulling you closer into her embrace. „Good morning my love.“ You heard her mumble as she nuzzled into your hair, loving her sleepy voice. It really was attractive.

„Good Morning Jinx.“ You said but still you didn’t make a move to get up, you even got more closer, feeling her bulge press against you which made you chuckle. „I guess your friend down there says good morning too huh?“ You teased, making her grumble in a sleepy way as she turned on her back. „Yeah…that’s called morning wood if you didn’t know that by now.“ Jinx said and you chuckled even more. Of course you knew what it was and that it was normal. „It will go away don’t worry.“ She added, still having her eyes closed but you couldn’t help but feel turned on by the view of it poking against the bed sheets. You were still naked since last night after you both just fell asleep after you shared some intimacy with each other.

You couldn’t help but reach down for her cock, grabbing it and moving your hand gently up and down, stroking her cock. „Mhhn…what are you doing?“ She asked, still sleepy, not sure how to react yet. Of course she loved your touch but she wasn’t prepared to wake up like that. „I am helping you getting rid of it. What else?“ You giggled, removing the bed sheets to have a better look and you loved it so much.

The little sleepy moans and messy hair, it just had a special effect on you, feeling your crotch tingle. „Ughh…baby…“ She whined and all you could do was smirk, biting down on your lower lip before adjusting yourself on top of her. „It’s okay, just relax my love.“ You whispered close to her ear, making shivers go down her spine, both of you moaning as you let her slip in. There was nothing better than starting the day with slow, sleepy morning sex, moving your hips as you rode her. Your lips found hers, kissing each other deeply, Jinx’s hands grabbing your hips, helping you with your movements.

It didn’t take long for both of you to reach your orgasm since you were very sensitive this morning, you felt your whole body shiver as her warm cum filled you up, clenching around her cock. Soft moaning escaping your lips in between soft kisses. „I love you…“ You mumbled against her lips, making Jinx smile into the kiss. „I love you too.“

// later that day //

„Why are you dragging me to your hideout? Is that another kind of your pranks? I really don’t have time for that shit I hope you know that?“ Vi groaned as she followed Jinx, still not trusting her fully after everything that happened in the past, knowing her sister loved to make ‚explosive‘ jokes. Little did Vi know, this time she had a beautiful surprise for her.

„I told you before you will see what I have to show you I won’t tell you.“ Jinx said as she ignored Vi and kept on walking happily, they both being interrupted by Isha greeting Vi with a little hug as she rushed to her, hugging her leg.

„Oh hey Isha.“ Vi greeted the little one with a smile. Their relationship got better by time. Isha slowly learned by time that she should not be scared of Vi and since you and Jinx adopted her, Vi became like a aunt figure to the girl. That Vi actually had a non adopted niece, was the surprise Jinx wanted to show her. The pink haired woman noticed that Isha was excited but she let Jinx show her the little surprise and kept herself quiet in the background.

You were sitting in the couch in Jinx’s hideout, having your baby in your arms which was peacefully asleep, snapping your head up when you heard their voices, chuckling to yourself as you heard them argue again. „Some things never change…“ You mumble to yourself. The second Vi saw you, she froze in place, her gaze immediately fixed on the little, fragile thing in your arms. „Is that…yours?“ She spoke softly and Jinx gave her the widest smile possible, nodding proudly. „Yep! I made that with my girlfriend. That’s your niece!“ She cheered happily, being her usual quirky self, the total opposite of Vi.

„You can come closer, I am sure we don’t bite.“ You mentioned as you smiled happily, Vi approaching you slowly until she stood right in front of you. „Woah I-…I didn’t know…how did you both do that? I mean-…didn’t you need help?“ Vi clearly felt bad for not being there for Jinx and you during all of that, first the pregnancy then birth. She felt guilty for being busy all the time up in Piltover with Caitlyn and not noticing what was going in down here in Zaun.

„Oh come on sis! It’s okay we know you were busy and had a lot of things to do up there. Me and my girlfriend made it without help. I mean-…okay Singed helped with the birth part but yea.“ The blue haired woman said before pushing Vi closer to you and made her sit on the couch next to you. „Jinx is right. There is nothing to feel guilty about. We both know about your responsibilities up there and that you want to be there for Caitlyn. Jinx would do the same for me.“ You mentioned with a soft smile, there was no hate in this moment, only peace.

„So? You wanna hold little Powder?“ You asked, Vi glancing up at you before looking at the baby again. „P-Powder?“ She asked with a little shaky voice, Jinx immediately nodding. „Yea! We decided to name her Powder. So we finally connect the name with something beautiful…especially me.“ Jinx’s voice got lower mid sentence, clearly feeling emotional about that.

„I mean…sure I want to hold her. If I am allowed to…“ Vi felt emotional as well, she didn’t expect this at all, to see her little niece, to even have a niece. Of course she had Isha which was like a niece to her already but this was something else. It was her sisters real own child.

You shifted a little bit closer before carefully handing Vi the baby and the moment she held Powder, the always tough looking woman shed tears of happiness. „Hello my beautiful little niece…“ She whispered, admiring her like she never saw something so beautiful before. Jinx sat down next to you with Isha crawling up into her lap. The picture all of you created was beautiful, the whole family was there now.

You felt your girlfriends arm wrap around your waist, all of your eyes focused on the baby as you smiled like crazy.

„You better take good care of your little sis Isha.“ Vi said with a chuckle, her heart breaking at some point when she remembered what she did to Jinx when they were younger. „Always stay with your sis and never let her down.“ She mentioned, more tears running down her cheeks. „And you little Pow…thank you for being here. For making this family whole. I promise I will be a good auntie for you and Caitlyn too.“ She continued, making your eyes water as well.

„Vi…it’s okay please don’t feel guilty anymore for what once had been.“ Jinx broke her silence as she stood up, Isha already gone into her playing corner, drawing something on a piece of paper. „We all do mistakes in our life, purposely or not. Things like that happen, I learned that we can all be better. Thanks to my girlfriend, I learned that I can be good as well and not only causing chaos.“ Jinx looked at you for a second as she mentioned you before walking towards her sister, wrapping her arms around Vi‘s neck to hug her, you watching the scene with a happy smile, wiping your happy tears away.

„We can still be a happy little family can we?“ You mentioned, Vi and Jinx nodding in response.

Your emotional little moment got interrupted by Isha rushing towards you again, showing her drawing of Vi, Jinx, Powder, you and herself on it and a lot of hearts on it, making all of you chuckle and appreciating the little girls work.

No matter if Piltover or Zaun. The conflicts between those two nations have come to an end after everything that happened in the past. Sometimes you and Jinx visited Vi and Caitlyn up in Piltover and sometimes they visited you in Zaun. And the most beautiful part for you was seeing how Jinx’s personality had changed. Of course she had her moments but most of the time she was calmer when she was around you or the kids. You noticed she discovered happiness for the first time in so long and finally arrived where she always wanted to be. In a life where she didn’t have to suffer.

…

(Little fluff bonus)

Little footsteps echoed through the room, you and Jinx being all cuddled up in bed, barely noticing what was about come next. Isha and Powder crawled up into your bed and each of them hugged you both, making you wake up with a little soft groan, followed by chuckles.

„Ah there they are, little shark attack huh?“ Jinx mumbled with a little laugh, opening her eyes to see how both of your little ones had joined you. Powder could already crawl and with Isha‘s help it wasn’t hard for her to get up here in bed as well.

„Ugh yea this will continue for a long while I guess.“ You chuckle as well, especially when you opened your eyes to look at sleepy Jinx having Powders little hands squishing her cheeks, you couldn’t hold your laughter back at the cute and funny sight.

„What’s so funny?“ Jinx said, sticking her tongue out at you. „Nothing. I think she likes squishing you though.“ You replied with a laugh before Isha did the same to you which made both of you laugh in the end.

Both of you suddenly froze in place as Powder fumbled with Jinx‘s open long hair and tried to say something. Everything went silent and you finally heard it. She said mama, she literally called Jinx mama and you couldn’t help but cry in happiness. „Yes Pow I am your mama.“ Jinx smiled widely, hugging the little one and placing kisses on her cheek. „And I love you so so much.“ She continued, you having Isha cuddled up into your side, she fell asleep again since it was early in the morning. You sniffed softly, watching the cute scene before you. „That’s her first word…I am so happy. Yes we are your mamas.“ You mentioned.

Both of you were so happy, no one of you could describe it into words.

[sapphiresaphics]

You can do whatever you want in your own videos. I’m not telling you you can’t. BUT if you are going to do analysis videos, it is better that you do so from an objective starting point. Because otherwise you are no better than the millions of other right-wing talking point videos which have no basis in fact and are ALL about playing to emotions and biases.

THAT is what I was calling you out for. You START from a bias (A weak one at that), and just continues from there which gives your video a sHaKy foundation.

Another tell that you’re not coming from a place of honesty is the use of terms like “copaganda.” Not only does that indicate your biases, but it makes it EASIER for people to dismiss your opinions because you’re using terminology no normal person would use to describe anything.

You might not be right wing, but you sure as hell are using their tactics to express your beliefs. And I find that to be really fucked up and wrong. You are alienating yourself from other leftists in an attempt to prove how leftist you can be. You are appealing to a very specific and LIMITED crowd. THAT is why I called your activism “performative.”

Legitimate film criticism revolves around being objective as a way to try and REMOVE biases and critique a work on its own merits. By admitting that you’re coming from a place of bias, you are admitting you do not have any interest in your analysis being taken seriously or objectively. Which is what pandering is.

I have spent the last few months going to the mat for Arcane because the perspective from some people about this show is WILDLY out of step with reality. On both the left AND the right. Apparently NOBODY really gets this show and they all have wildly different reasons for hating it. Your focus on hating Caitlyn and Vi and “copaganda” and hating centrists is no different from the right-wingers who hate on Caitlyn and Vi for being too “woke.”

And for some STRANGE reason, a lot of the hate boils down to completely misunderstanding or misrepresenting the show.

For example: “Caitlyn gassed all of Zaun!”

No she didn’t. The show doesn’t show this. The characters don’t say this. The imagery used don’t show this. The ways in which the fantasy smog The Grey work don’t show this. But a lot of leftists have worked REALLY HARD to equate what Caitlyn was doing with Hitler. And as a Jewish queer, that infuriates me. Not only is it bad analysis, but it grossly misrepresents what happens in the show. And so I’ve been fighting back against that sort of weird nonsense.

And your video… looks to be FILLED with all that same meme nonsense that I’ve been fighting against all this time.

I think part of the problem is you’re going. You’re not pragmatic, and don’t have the experience of understanding what ideals need to be fought for, so you fight for ALL of them at once. And as a result, your politics get muddy and extreme and disassociated from reality.

And when you apply all of that into a show that was never meant to be leftist propaganda in the first place, you do a disservice to the message the show isnACTUALLY trying to say. Cuz news flash, Arcane isn’t left wing, right wing, or centrist. It’s a lot of things and depiction is not endorsement.

Hope that clears up some of my initial responses and why I strongly dislike the very premise of your video.

You know what's also disrespectful? Turning violet's alcoholism self-harm and suicidal tendencies into a fucking montage. Not to mention trying to frame it like she's only upset about Caitlyn and losing her abusive girlfriend? She has a lot more to be upset about.

Also we never talk about the fact that she's literally homeless? Like without Cait she doesn't have anywhere to go and we never talk about this the show sure doesn't. The show also doesn't give a fuck about her alcoholism on top of the fact that they made it into a montage it's either never talked about or it's seen as like a funny haha. Which pissed me off to no end.

[msschemmenti]

lips 💋

jennifer jareau x reader

a/n: i had two different ideas for this we’ll see which one makes it out of my notes app. a lil ficlet because im literally so obsessed with her rn

what was her deal today? there was a stack of case files spilling out of her inbox on the corner of her desk. her phone had about 20 voicemails from detectives all over the country. there was so much work to do and yet she’d spent the day staring across her desk at her co-worker. jj was truly at a loss today. after lunch with no case in sight— she’d pretty much deemed the day a loss in regards to productivity. and as frustrated as she’d be tomorrow, she really couldn’t bring herself to care too much today.

y/n had to be doing it on purpose. it was as if every time jj’s eyes were on her, she’d lick her lips, or she’d be biting the cap of her pen, or reapplying her chapstick. jj all but crawled across the desk separating them when y/n removed her glasses and started sucking on one of the legs in thought as she worked through a file. by 3pm she was beginning to lose her mind.

she’d gotten lost in y/n shiny lips again when a ball up piece of paper collided with her forehead. shocked at the interruption, jj looked around the bullpen for the culprit. everyone’s heads were buried in files but a familiar snickered came from the set of desks next to her own. emily’s shiny black hair bounced with laughter causing jj to roll her eyes. emily only grinned and lifted her empty coffee mug toward the kitchen.

jj followed her with her own mug and sidled up beside her in the tiny kitchenette. “am i that obvious?” jj asked quietly, eyes still trained on the younger agent, hard at work.

“unbelievably so. i knew you guys liked to flirt but i hadn’t realized you’d taken the banter to the next step.”

“next step? what do you mean?” jj asked in confusion.

“jayje, you’re looking at her like you tasted the most intimate parts of her. like you can’t wait for it to be 5pm so you can take her home and reacquaint yourself with all your favorite parts of her. like you wanna take her right-“ emily explained dramatically, sloshing the coffee in her mug around as she talked.

“okay! that’s a bit more detailed than i think is necessary. and unlike what you so openly suggested we’ve not taken any steps. i just don’t know what it is today. i’m damn near mesmerized. i’ve got to get a grip before she notices. which won’t take long considering you’re launching paper balls at my head.” jj grimaced.

“well it’s almost quitting time, i’m sure you can make something happen.” emily grinned.

jj shook her head swiftly and turned to head back to her desk, “in my dreams. i think ill just stick to admiring from a far for now.”

emily shook her head and followed jj out, extending a napkin to her before sliding into her desk chair. “if that’s the case, this is for the droll puddle you’ve been building all day. wouldn’t want to flood you inbox, hm?” jj ignored emily with a shake of her head and went back to trying to look like she was working and not shamelessly fantasizing about devouring y/n’s lips.

somehow, y/n and jj ended up being the last two leaving the bullpen this evening. well jj had been too distracted to realize anyone else had left and y/n had been working through one last file. so when she closed the file and met jj’s eyes she almost smirked at the dazed look on the blonde’s face. “aw how chivalrous, did you wait for me?”

there wasn’t anything chivalrous about it. jj mentally chastised herself for the thought and forced herself to nod. “we both know how dangerous it is to have a pretty woman like you walking around by yourself at night. figured i’d walk you to your car.”

y/n grinned then shooting jj a playful wink as she gathered her things, “well let’s get a move on then. i don’t wanna keep you here any longer than necessary. today felt exceptionally long.”

jj hummed in agreement and both women started for the elevator. as they waited, jj rocked on the balls of her feet anxiously. willing herself to be normal and not obvious. they stepped in the elevator and rode it all the way down in silence. jj was almost home free. until her determined coolness was shattered as y/n laughed sweetly as the elevator doors slid open.

“so you gonna kiss me or what?” y/n smirked, hands on her hips.

jj sputtered a bit at the direct question, “uh, what?”

“oh come on jen, you’ve only been saying it with your eyes all day. normally you can conceal it a bit better but today it was like it was written on your forehead.” y/n grinned stepping into jj’s space.

“normally? what do you mean?” jj almost pouted.

“oh sweets, you might be good at poker and all but i know desire when i see it.” y/n places her hand on jj’s cheek with an affectionate pat. “so what’ll be? am i going home without a kiss or what? i’ve only been waiting for two years.”

jj huffed indignantly but wasted no more time and pulled the woman into a bruising kiss. one that had them both panting for air when they finally fell apart. they rested their foreheads together as they caught their breath and y/n was the first one to break the charged silence. “you lasted longer than i thought you would. i just knew when i was sucking on my glasses you’d break.”

jj gasped and squeezed at y/n’s waist, “i knew you were doing it on purpose! i thought i was going crazy.”

y/n shrugged with a smile, “you left me no choice. flirting with you for two years didn’t seem to do the job. i had to take matters into my own hands.”

jj groaned but leaned in again, lips only ghosting over y/n’s. “i can’t believe this…”

“you weren’t complaining a second ago, why start now?”

“oh trust me, i’m not. merely surprised it all.”

[sissybabycucksophia]

The Adult Baby Adoption Part 5

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story, and themes reflected in the story may be triggering, these themes are not my actual beliefs and are only part of a fantasy kink scenario. Also non of the images belong to me)

After lying there disgusted, ashamed and thoroughly emasculated by Cynthia and Daddy’s wild night of passion I begun to ask myself questions like “is this seriously my life now” and “will I ever feel my dick inside a woman again” a familiar and horrifying feeling began to build in my stomach. Suddenly pain and intense cramps began surging from my gut, and pressure begun building in my bowels I knew exactly what this feeling was! “NO NO NO NO NO!!! I Wont shit myself lying here like this NO I won’t do it, I dont know how but I have to get these layers off! I wont lie here and shit myself like a helpless baby!!” I thought angrily.

Suddenly I begun to violently kick my legs, bouncing my head and torso up and to get the heavy pink duvet off of me. With each bounce of my head the humiliating and irritating feeling of my wigs low ponytails slapping around. Eventually and while clenching my butt hole as tight as I could, the duvet was mostly off my body. Next came a manoeuvre which felt like super spy precision but im sure in fact was more pathetic looking than anyone could dream. While my stomach angrily gurgled I would both sit up and attempt to swivel on my heavily padded ass, swinging the legs of the sleep sack toward the edge of the bed, despite being in the middle of the massive super king size pink 4 poster bed I would use my heels and bend my knees to drag my ass to the edge of the bed.

Next came the stupidest decision I could possibly have made. I mean even if I could somehow stand up with crawl booties on… how was I removing the restraining belt keeping my arms from being useful? The timer lock set for god knows how long? The tied on mittens under the sleepsack mittens? Not to mention getting the diapers off without daddy stopping me?…. All rational questions that a grown man desperate to not shit himself while dressed in a demoralising manner such as this was willing to completely ignore in the pursuit of freedom. And so I would scooch my bum and jump off the bed onto my sleepsack and crawl bootie trapped feet. For a moment… only a mere moment mind you, I managed to stand on my tippy toes like a ballerina and even turned to face the bottom of the bed toward the door. However moments do, this one passed quickly, feeling pain in my toes I would Lose my balance.

Falling forward and with no ability to put my arms out to brace myself I would fall hitting my forehead off the hard wooden bedframe, sharp pain rushed to my forehead as I landed face down next too the bed. Rolling onto my back away from the bed I fell blood running down my forehead and instantly tears filled my eyes again…. In that moment of weakness my ass would relax and into my diapers would explode a warm, gloopy and fowl smelling shit! Feeling it spread itself across my ass and between my legs too my crotch toward my cage I admitted defeat… abandoning any sense of reason or control I began to scream and whale for my Daddy like a baby. Genuine fear and upset ripped through me as I wondered whether my crys would be heeded or whether leaving me on the floor like this was simply to be another step in my demoralisation.

However to my surprise the door would unlock and I would be blinded as someone entered and turned on the ceiling light which I was now staring at. Hurrying over to me, Daddy and Cynthia crouched at either side of me, opening my tear filled eyes my breath trembled and I sniffled as I looked into daddy’s face expecting Anger. To my surprise I was met with genuine concern on his face, sliding an hand under my head he guided my head onto his lap and gently stroked the top of the bonnet that was pathetically tied on my head. “Cynthia, go grab the first aid kit please, Jade needs that head wound tidied up!” Daddy said authoritatively as I watched a total naked Cynthia nod and walk out of the room, it was in that moment that my cage tightened trying to smother the erection of seeing such a stunning woman naked that I realised…. Slowly shifting my focus back to daddy I once again was mortified as there right next to my head lay daddy’s large flaccid cock.

BeforeI could even begin to pull away or struggle daddy began to speak softly too me, “Im so sorry princess, this is all daddy’s fault…”. ‘Finally! Now you see all these layers and restraints were overkill! Good now can you get me out of them!’ I thought as daddy took pause. Continuing softly he added “its all my fault for pushing you to be too independent and too free to move around so early. You’re still just a diaper dependent little girl and to allow you such movement around that bed was stupid of me! I knew I should have had you tightly and safely secured to the bed with those bed restraints Reverend Imelda recommended.” My eyes widened in disbelief, ‘TOO MUCH FREEDOM!!! Seriously!!! The only pieces of skin not completely covered by about six layers is my face!!” I thought in a mix of outrage and fear. But at that the birthday suit Cynthia returned, crouching down next to me she retrieved wipes and a small bottle from the first aid kit. “Lucky for Sissy Jade, I’m a Paediatrician. But thats too big a word for such a little girl, it means I’m a childrens doctor. So I can reassure daddy here that this is just a superficial cosmetic wound, once cleaned up I’ll pinch it back together and seal it with medical superglue!” Cynthia explained as her voluptuous breasts jiggled in my face. Proceeded to do as she said, a piece of me found myself kind of gutted at not needing to go to hospital, maybe there I could have convinced someone to help me. As Cynthia finished dealing with my head, Daddy would evilly press his hand on my crotch and squish, pushing the now cold gloopy shit around my groin. The feeling made me want to rip everything off just to get that horrible feeling off my skin, “nope, seems like the laxatives and diuretics i put in your dinner havent quite fully emptied your bowels in here… no changes till the morning then.” Daddy cooed ‘Laxatives!! Diuretics!!?? You bastard!!!’ I thought as Cynthia packed up the first aid cut, but not before humiliating me by showing me the bow shaped, Disney’s Minnie mouse inspired band aid 🩹 which she stuck over my now sealed wound.

At that to my surprise Daddy would Hoist me up into his arms as he stood up. Once again held in a princess carry I asked through the pacifier as best I could “hare Aaaa oooo Aaachhing eee oww?” To which Daddy responded, “for tonight, since your bed clearly is not safe, You’ll sleep in bed with mommy and daddy tonight!” To which my cage once again smothered a humiliation induced erection. Why!? Why was he doing this! Surely he wanted to torture me! As I was carried into daddy’s bedroom I was in awe of its sleek black and gunpowder grey modern aesthetic, so masculine and confident in its design. A complete and total contrast to what was now to be considered my room. Carrying me over to the massive super king size bed Daddy would place me down smack in the middle of the bed, he and Cynthia would then laugh and flirt with each other before Cynthia lay down to my left. Pressing her body against my sleepsack imprisoned for and her breast right next to my head I begun to wonder whether I’d been deliberately positioned lower in the bed than Cynthia. At that Daddy entered the ensuite bathroom and I heard the shower start up, and with that Cynthia’s hand would begin to gently caress my cheek, “did you try to escape and do that to your head because hearing real adults have sex made you feel pathetic and inadequate? Thats hilarious! Im gonna be honest with you sissy… I’m gonna try convince your daddy that from now on you should be in a crib in the room when we’re having sex since you are clearly too young and ill behaved to be left alone~” in a moment of frustration and humiliation I forgot about my restraints and attempted to swat her hand away from my face however all I could manage was a small jarring motion which simply made Cynthia stop and go silent for a moment before bursting into laughter.

After the shower sound stopped I would hear a phone ringing and daddy answering it in the bathroom, unfortunately through the wig, the bonnet and being smooshed into Cynthia I was unable to clearly make out the conversation. When daddy re-entered he would lay down naked but at least clean, on the opposite side from me than Cynthia. Rolling toward me to look over my head at Cynthia I was disgusted feeling his huge cock slap against my the thigh region of my sleepsack. Mortified by all that was happening I watched daddy and Cynthia talk. “Looks like my little jadey bear has a playdate tomorrow, that boy from the church apparently! How exciting!! My beautiful little girl attracting boys already” Daddy said to Cynthia as she simply giggled and laughed. As daddy spoke I was unable to stop from peeing into my shit piss and cum filled diaper, ‘boy? Oh god? Who does he mean? That disgusting pervert that hump me to orgasm in his diapers? Or the beautiful woman forced to be a baby boy?!!’ I thought.

At that daddy would kiss my forehead before rolling me over onto my side so my face was nuzzled in his chest and I felt his huge cock press against my crotch, Cynthia then shuffled in tight to my back pressing her huge breasts against the back of my neck so that they could lie foreheads touching. Never in my life had I felt so unbelievably humiliated, emasculated and weak… and yet so desperate to orgasm as much cock ached in its cage. Eventually as the lights turned off I was helpless but to simply fall asleep cradled between my new caregivers…. Dreaming of what hell awaited me on my playdate.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Chishiya Yandere Alphabet | AIB ♤

TEMPLATE CREDIT

Note: Can be read as them being in the Real world or Borderlands.

Some parts are divided and show how he would act in both worlds.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Chishiya its know for being bad with feelings and even more with affection. It would not be intense but you would notice he does tell you how you did something right and does not taunt you or mocks you as much as he does to others.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

As much as he needs. Chishiya its never the cultrip. No he plans everything so another person takes the blame for his actions. If he needs to physically hurt someone for you then he plans that other person does the job. No one would ever be able to connect it to him.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

I see him more of someone who would manipulate you into a relationship with him or at least at being close to him rather than abduct you. He would appear as your only option or savior. His taunts and mocks are tone down for you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes. You wont notice it but Chishiya will go against your wish and slowly wrap your mind around his own ideas. Maybe you want to help others like a good person, well Chishiya would remove whatever empaty you have in you and leave it only for himself.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

As I said he cant be difficult with feelings. In fact he knows this is not love but something darker and far more twisted. Chishiya has accepted he cant love in a traditional way. Even if he has you on your knees for him he wont ever be able to show his true colors to you (these are even strange to him) or be vulverable in front of you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Dissapointed. He expected better from you than to go against his will. If its at the start then he blames himself for not being more careful with how he was approaching you, but if its after sometime you two have been together then he is just...void. Its going to give you the cold shoulder till he notices you cant do anything without him. May let you get hurt so you cry for his help.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Yes and No.

For him every person its a game he can play with. You included. He wont mind seeing you try and escape him at least at the start. But he also finds you too...addictive. Like from all the toys he has you are his favorite, so he cant let you go.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Insilation caused by him so you would only depend on him, and if he is mad at you then he leaves you alone.

Emotional breaking, he breaks your feelings till there is just space for him in you. You will end brainwashed and clean of your old persona.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Depends. He may want to keep things without a name. In the Real world his family may Force him to marry you and he would do it. Better you than a stranger. In the Borderlands he looks out to survive and since he has a strange care for you then he keeps you alive.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

No. Chishiya knows thats a sign of weakness at least to him it is. He wont get jealous if someone its with you because he knows you only have eyes and mind for him. He may appear besides you and wrap and arm around you just in case that other person has notice that he is basically making you his puppet. Its a warning to back off.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Chishiya its a bit softer if that possible. When he is alone with you he lets you touch him and caress his hair and face. He even smiles around you and loses that calculated and playful look he usually has.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Real world: He may meet you at the Hospital or at a random place. He is slow about approaching you or courting you. He may only try to end being close to you if he finds you interesting in his own twisted way.

Borderlands: May approach you after a game or at the Beach. You are the perfect victim for him. He may try and appear helpful but in reality he just wants to use you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes and No. He is softer with you but he also likes to keep a good facade. He does not want you to be used to a extremely different way than is usual self and start to question him later.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Mentally. Insolation and mental torture. He does not want you to have physicall marks that may get attention on you. Besides the mental torture will make you think twice about you doing something.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Real world: Lots but it also depends how deep your relationship goes. Chishiya would prefer to toy with you himself. Its what he wants, you away from friends and family. If he is forced to marry you it get worse. He demands you to leave work and be at home. You are not allowed to have Friends over or visit family unless its necesary to keep up the happy marriage facade.

Borderlands: Not a lot. He may tell you to stay away from problems at the beach but apart from being someone who sometimes takes care of him when he allows it then he will let you do as you wish as long as you dont cause him any problem.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Patient enough. Like this Man believes everybody is under him, so he as developed a level of patience thats beyond human...

With you he is even more. Maybe he its a firm beliver that you are dumb (and that makes his life so much funnier). May treat you like a baby if you are dumb enough....or leave you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Yes. Why would he ever be truly attached to you ? You were his toy and he failed on keeping you. For him you are a broken thing he could not keep. And thats it. He may miss your soft touches but that passes quickly.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

First, he does not abduct you so no. Second no. You are his favorite toy and maybe just maybe he loves you but he knows nothing about feelings so it may as well be is brain and human nature looking for company. Still he wont let you go that easy. Unless you piss him off or he gets tired of you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Since he was young he was a strange kid. Being left apart by his parents did not help. He does not understand feelings and feels a big detachment from others. Probably caused by his parents non interest on him. He sees others as less and as things he can use. Why not use one of them (you) yo try and live that "connection" others seems to form so easily.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

No. He feels nothing when that happens. Borderlands or Real World. In the Borderlands he may get worried if you dont come out from your room...if he is still interested in you thats it. But for crying...he does not know how to deal with it.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

While a classic Yandere either hurts a lot others or is 100% in love. Chishiya justs keeps you by his side because you make him feel....well less non human. And also because he founds it funnier each time you two pass time together. Why ? Because you are so dumb love with him and he finds it funny.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Honestly? Nothing. This Man leaves you himself if he loses interest and the tables may turn because he left you so broken and depend on him that you are the one who ends seeking him.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Mentally ? Yes. He is ready to break you and pull you back together so he can use you as he pleases.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

It may sound cruel. But he does not find whatever you do that special. He would only feel different when you take care of him. But he knows you do it because he pushed you into it. So even that its not something he would worship.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Depends on how you are. He may find you interesting for some reason he cant figure out and thats what makes him act. He would not really use lots of times on looking into your past. He is able to know someone by having a few words with them.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes. He will destroy your mental state, leaving you to be fully depend on him. He will ruin your life, work, Friends...no one will look for you and will lose interest in you. Leaving you alone with only him to be there to pick up the broken pieces.

[sapphiresaphics]

I’m going to tell you a very important and personal story about my life.

When I was a bratty teenager, my mother slapped me.

Now my mother NEVER disciplined me that way, ever. My family was big on not using violence as a form of punishment. I was never spanked, I was never abused. By all accounts I grew up in a very loving family and got along well with my parents.

But on this particular day, I was not handling things well at all and I was lashing out in ways that were distressing my mom. And suddenly in a moment of absolute frustration at how difficult I was being… she slapped me.

Both of us were stunned by it. My mother had never raised a hand to me ever. I could see the tears in her eyes as she realized what she had done, and she quickly removed herself from the situation while I sat there in silence alone for quite a while.

Neither one of us ever spoke about it. She never apologized to me, and I never apologized to her. It’s always been this one unspoken thing about our relationship.

I tell you this story because I think it’s important to understanding that despite this one moment of violence I experienced from my mother, I still love her and have a great relationship with her to this day. One violent act does not sever me from the people I love. Even if we never speak of it, we both know and understand completely what happened and why. We are capable of forgiving and understanding each other.

So when I watch that scene with Caitlyn and Vi, I can see that Caitlyn is very clearly trying to remove herself from an intense situation where her emotions are running wild and she’s clearly not processing them in a healthy way. And I’m seeing that Vi is actively stopping her from leaving to get a moment to cool down and collect herself. And in that moment of heightened frustration and emotion disregulation I see Caitlyn use the butt of her gun to forcefully remove Vi from holding her back.

Just like my mom when she slapped me when I was making it impossible for her to process things.

And in Caitlyn’s eyes I see the same instant regret and realization that she just did something truly unthinkable that I saw in my mother’s eyes.

My point in all this is that I personally have experienced something like what happened to Vi first hand and I’m able to understand why it happened and know, without words, that everyone involved is regretful of it happening and we’re still able to love each other. Because we’re adults. It doesn’t change that at the time it hurt, but one act isn’t enough to make me forsake my family or my love for my mom.

And Vi, who has the biggest heart in the world, clearly forgives Caitlyn for what happened too. And Caitlyn, for her part, makes amends for it too by letting her anger for Jinx go and lets Vi choose to save her sister. That’s infinitely more than anything I got from my own mother lol

I just feel like people are being WAY too judgmental and quick to write Caitlyn off as an abuser, or a terrible partner, or whatever… when reality is often far more complicated and complex to deal with. And I genuinely DO believe (from firsthand experience) that frequency of the act DOES play a role.

for my own sanity, i try to stay away from caitvi discourse, but it’s truly baffling that some people still actively defend caitlyn hitting vi and are "dumbfounded" that it is enough for people to stop shipping them and voice their discontent about their relationship in s2.

one of the most common and dumb defenses i’ve seen is that caitlyn only hit vi once, as if the frequency of the act changes its nature. even a single instance of violence is still violence. highlighting that it happened only once does not negate its significance. it still happened, and it still matters. really, it's simple ...

but the dumbest attempt to defend this moment is comparing caitvi to other ships in arcane, when no other relationship in the series has a similar dynamic. in other pairings that involve physical conflict, both characters fight back or retaliate in some way, whether it’s jinx and ekko, viktor and jayce, or even vander and silco. but caitlyn hitting vi is entirely one-sided. vi does not hit back, and it is not framed as a fight. this moment is not a confrontation between equals but an instance of caitlyn exerting power over vi, someone who has already been through a lot of trauma (years of imprisonment and being beaten by enforcers), which caitlyn is very aware of.

but that’s if you watch arcane as a whole and not just for the relationship, because caitlyn hitting vi is a moment charged with systemic inequality. caitlyn represents the very institution that destroyed vi’s life. when she strikes her, it's not just an individual betrayal, it echoes the violence of an entire system that has oppressed zaunites for generations. it’s impossible to disregard that the historical and social power imbalance makes the scene feel so disturbing if you actually watch the show with your eyes open.

and it’s a major red flag. for caitlyn to hit vi, knowing what she has been through, is not just an act of violence but one that disregards the weight of vi’s suffering. she fails to see vi fully, not just as somebody willing to help her, a potential partner, or a fighter, but as someone wounded by her past.

also, i take back what i said about the dumbest attempt to defend this scene being comparing caitvi to other ships. the dumbest one is when people minimize caitlyn's action by defending the enforcers in general ... because no, the idea that the backlash against caitlyn hitting vi in arcane is simply a matter of an “american lens” is dumb asf. a lot of what's in the show mirrors the kind of systemic violence seen in many parts of the world, not just in the usa. y'all are not exceptional. class struggles, institutionalized oppression, and the abuse of power by those who hold privilege aren't exclusive to america. please wake up. these are themes that transcend national and cultural boundaries. vi’s trauma from imprisonment is not an american experience alone. the psychological and physical toll of being incarcerated is universal. how dumb do you have to be to actually think otherwise?

anyway, even if i don’t like that arcane didn’t frame caitlyn’s action as a serious issue and that it is treated as just another moment in their relationship, the willingness to ignore or rationalize it says more about the fandom’s biases than the actual content of the show imo ...

[e-dubbc11]

Old Memories…And New Ones

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dad! Dean Winchester x F! Hunter Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, little bit of angst, and PG-13 smexy time.

Word Count: 4.1K-ish(Wasn’t expecting it to be this long)

Summary: Dean shares some old photos with you, prompting you to look for the photos you have of you and your mother. And Dean has a surprise for you at the end.

A/N: Part of the Carrying On series. If you need a refresher or haven’t read it, I’ll leave it linked HERE. I didn’t expect this one to be this long, it took on a life of its own so I hope you like it.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Delicately holding the photograph, you studied it carefully for a brief moment.

A beautiful young woman with blond hair peeking around her adorable young son, both of them had closed lip smiles stretched across their faces, and their kind eyes had smiled for the camera as well.

Like your mother, Dean’s mother had passed away when he and Sam were very young but in very different ways. However, losing a parent is difficult no matter what. You were even younger than Dean was when your mother passed.

Vaguely, you remember her being sick and then in a blink of an eye, she was gone. You didn’t have any real memories of her. All you had were a few old photos from when you were a baby and as a young toddler.

If you didn’t have those, you wouldn’t have even known what she looked like although every chance he had, your father would always tell you how much you reminded him of her and in more ways than just her looks.

From the stories your father told you about her, she just seemed like such a wonderful person and more than anything you wished you could recall just one fond memory of her but at least you had your dad’s stories and the photos.

Charlie was already in bed so it was just you and Dean relaxing by the fireplace with a couple of beers.

“She was beautiful, Dean.” You voiced, softly with a slight smile. “And look at how cute you were!”

“WERE?! I’ve changed that much, huh sweetheart?” He joked. “I’d love to see some pictures of you, y/n. Do you have any?”

You chuckled a little, leaned over, kissed him on the cheek and replied, “I don’t have a lot of photos but I do have some. I’d love to show them to you. And what I meant was, now you’re just incredibly handsome.”

Dean set his beer down on the coffee table after taking a sip, closed the gap between your bodies and purred in your ear, “I dunno how but you always manage to turn me on with just a smile and a little compliment but you do.”

He removed the bottle from your hand and set it down next to the other one. His tongue swiped along his lower lip as he gazed at you with his beautiful green eyes. They were the color of fresh blades of grass after a summer rain, healthy and bright with the molten orange flame from the fire reflecting in his pupils.

You knew that look well. Dean gently swept a stray hair away from your face, stroked the soft skin of your cheek with his thumb before deftly pressing his lips against yours. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as he deepened his kiss, his full lips slanted over yours while his tongue silently pleaded to tangle with yours.

A hint of light citrus and wheat were still fresh on his lips from the beer as you moaned against his mouth and his hands traveled from your face, down your body before finally resting on your waist.

“Whoa, wait a minute there, stud. I know what you’re doing.” You said in an accusatory but playful tone.

Dean’s strong hands roamed over your hips and on the outside of your thigh as a sly smile stretched across his lips.

“What am I doin’, baby?” He asked with raised eyebrows before passionately kissing you again.

“You’re normally always the one to point out that we could get caught in the act by your son when we fool around out here. And now, you’re initiating it…which is VERY hard to resist.” You said, pointing your finger at him.

The two of you hadn’t been caught by Charlie yet but as he was very curious, it was only a matter of time before you got yourselves into a position you wouldn’t be able to talk your way out of.

Dean continued to stare at you while biting down on his lower lip, his agile fingers dipped below the waistband of your jeans and simultaneously brushed along the sensitive skin of your stomach and the pants. Goosebumps peppered across your skin as a sharp tingle traveled down your spine and you felt him undo the top button of your jeans.

“Oh I’m hard to resist, huh? I can show you somethin’ else that’s hard.” He said with a goofy grin.

Dean had the ability to turn any sexy moment like this one into a ridiculous one which always made you laugh and you loved him for that. Being with someone that could make you laugh was important because you had gone through most of your life without a lot to smile about.

A loud cackle escaped your lips and you quickly covered your mouth, hoping Charlie wouldn’t hear you.

“Let’s go to bed, handsome.” You said, raking your fingers through his soft brown hair.

After spending your life on the road with your father, hunting, and never having a place to call home, it was the best feeling in the world to finally have a home and spend your time with someone who had your heart.

You both stood up, Dean grabbed the beer bottles, and before he started for the kitchen, he replied, “I’ll be right there, sweetheart. Gonna shut off the lights and make sure the fire will be alright ‘til morning.”

As you walked in front of him, with his free hand, Dean playfully slapped you on the ass and said in a slightly deeper and gravelly tone this time, “And no sleeping!”

Glancing down at your gray Henley, you grasped it at the hem and in one fluid motion, pulled it up and over your head. Dean’s jaw dropped as he hungrily stared at you in just your red lace bra.

You tossed the shirt, he caught it with his free hand, and you quipped with a wink, “Then hurry up, baby.”

Before you closed his bedroom door behind you, there was a sound of the glass bottles clinking and crashing into the sink, followed by Dean trying to find the light switches before muttering, “Son of a bitch.”

**********

Dean woke you the next morning by softly kissing your bare shoulder and spooning up behind you to warm your body. The bristles of his beard tickled your neck as he left a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your pulse point.

“Mmmm…that feels nice, baby. I’ll make some coffee, ok?” You said.

“No, no, where ya goin’? I can do somethin’ else that feels even nicer.” He purred into your ear.

“Well, if you wanna enjoy your coffee in peace before Charlie and Bear get up, I suggest we get up now. Come on, stud.” You said with a smirk.

Letting Charlie sleep in on the weekends was standard. He did so much during the week, between school and a couple of activities, the poor kid was exhausted so he and Bear were still asleep while you and Dean enjoyed a cup of coffee at the kitchen table.

“Thank you, Dean.” You said in barely more than a whisper.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he took a sip of his coffee and replied, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Then, with a confused look on his face and after the coffee hit the pit of his stomach, he turned to you and asked, “F-for what, exactly?”

“For showing me all of those pictures last night. The ones of you and your parents when you were little…those are nice to have.” You said.

Dean brushed your knuckles with his fingers, smiled, and replied, “You still have to show me yours.”

“I’ll find them later today while you’re out with Charlie. Don’t forget, that birthday party starts at 2.” You stated.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. You could tell he forgot and was angry with himself for forgetting.

“Crap…” Muttered Dean. “I forgot about that.”

Like magic, you pulled a gift bag from underneath the table and said, “Lucky for you, I didn’t forget. Charlie said the kid is a little bit of a nerd and he likes baseball, so I got him a puzzle of Yankee Stadium.”

“You really are the best. I love you so much, thank you.” He said, as he leaned across the table to kiss you. “Sure you don’t wanna come too? It’ll keep the horny single moms away from me.”

“You have fun at the arcade with Charlie and I’ll see you guys when you get back. I have some chores to do at home and I know I have those photos, I just don’t exactly know WHERE they are.” You said with a chuckle, brushing his beard with your thumb.

Dean let out an exaggerated sigh, “Okaaaaaaay. Well, it will give me time to make sure my hunter fighting skills are up to par.”

You giggled and replied, “I love you too, handsome. Just drop Bear back home before you head out, ok?”

He nodded, kissed the top of your head and began to rub his hands together rapidly. “You got it, baby. Think it’s time for Charlie to rise and shine.”

You just shook your head, smiled, and watched him walk down the hall to wake Charlie up.

**********

The nervous tingle in your hands and fingers persisted as you searched high and low for the photographs of you and your mother. There was an uneasy and panicked feeling in your stomach as you frantically opened desk drawers and tore apart your bedroom looking for the only pictures you will ever have of her.

After Dean and Charlie dropped Bear off, it reminded you to look for them.

Life had been so busy since buying your home that you couldn’t remember the last time you had actually looked at those pictures and you were starting to wonder if they got lost in the move or if you put them in a “safe place” that was so safe, even you couldn’t find them.

You were starting to freak out, your jaw was so tight and rigid that your head was starting to hurt, and all other sounds had been blocked out by your drum-like heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears.

“Where could they be?!” You asked yourself in an anxious tone.

Because you were so preoccupied, you didn’t hear the knock on the door or when Dean called out to you in his deep gravelly voice.

“Sweetheart?! Y/N?! We’re back!” He said.

Charlie sounded excited to see Bear. “Hi Bear!”

You developed tunnel vision trying to find them and your cheeks flamed with anger but you didn’t want Charlie to see you upset so you composed yourself long enough to call out to them from the bedroom.

“Hey guys! How was the party?!” You asked.

Dean’s heavy footsteps could be heard coming from the living room. You could hear him step over the books and papers that were all over the floor.

“Hey baby, whaaaaat are ya doin’?” He asked, looking down at the mess you turned your bedroom into.

The tears that had formed were stinging the back of your eyes as you tried your hardest for them not to streak down your cheeks. You were in pain from kneeling on the hardwood floors practically all day, you felt mentally and physically exhausted, and you still couldn’t find the pictures of your mother.

Immediately, Dean called out to Charlie when he saw the look on your face.

“Charlie?!! I need to help y/n find something very important so take Bear back to our house and come back in like an hour with that box we picked up, ok?” Shouted Dean.

“Ok Dad! Come on, Bear.” Said Charlie.

As soon as you heard the door close behind them, Dean dropped to his knees, you burst into tears, and he tightly wrapped his arms around you to try and comfort you.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s ok. We’ll find them, baby. We’ll find them.” Dean said, calmly.

With your face buried in his chest, your tears fell into his shirt as you worriedly replied, “They’re all I have of her, Dean. I feel like I’ve looked everywhere!”

“Look at me, y/n.” He said as you looked up at him through your tear soaked lashes. “You haven’t looked everywhere. If you did, then you would have found them, ok? Let’s keep looking, come on.”

Dean helped you look inside of books, folders, drawers, cabinets, and basically anything that could be opened, he went over it with a fine-tooth comb and made sure he checked under and inside of everything.

As you continued to tear apart everything in your desk drawers, Dean walked over to your nightstand and looked inside. He pulled everything out, only to come up empty so he turned his attention to your bed.

As he lifted the mattress away from the box spring, he saw what looked like a journal and pulled it out. While thumbing through the pages, he came across a stack of photos tucked into pocket at the end.

The first picture he saw was of a baby girl dressed in pink from head to toe and her beautiful mother, with features similar to yours, fondly looking at her as she slept in her crib. He knew he had found them.

“Sweetheart…” Whispered Dean, holding the journal and waiting for you to look up at him.

Your eyes darted from his, down to his hands gently holding the journal and the photos were now sticking out from the top of the book for easy access.

It all came rushing back. You had kept your journal close during your long drive from Oklahoma to Colorado and after the movers unloaded your bed, you wanted to keep it in a safe place and close to you. But inside the nightstand wasn’t close enough so you placed it in between the mattress and the box spring for easy access for when you wanted to write in it.

When you first moved in, you wrote in your journal quite often, mostly about Dean and Charlie, but as you and Dean became closer, you didn’t write in it as much and very apparently forgot about it. But you remembered tucking the pictures in the back to “keep them safe.”

“Dean…you found them.” You said, taking the journal from him and removing the photos from the pages. “I don’t know what I would have—thank you for finding these.”

You snaked your arms around his neck, and without warning or hesitation, you aggressively pressed your lips to his which surprised him but only for a brief second before he returned your kiss and pulled your body in close so it was flush with his.

“You’re welcome, baby.” Said Dean with a warm smile.

He kissed you again.

Dean’s lips tasted like sugar and cherries and as you pulled away, you asked him through narrowed eyes, “Did you have cherry pie at that birthday party?”

Stumbling slightly over his words, he replied, “W-well, as a m-matter of fact, I did. The boys had cake and one of the mom’s m-made a cherry pie.”

After you touched your tongue to your top lip, you asked, “Lemme guess, she made it just for you.”

Dean blurted out, “NO!!” But his tone quickly changed and he retorted, “B-but s-she did offer me the first p-piece.”

“Of course she did.” You said with a wide smile.

Dean tried to flash you a quick cute smile which you found amusing.

“But baby, I—“ He started to say.

You interrupted him.

“Dean, it’s ok baby. I’m just messin’ with you.”

Looking down at the pile of pictures, you sat down on the bed and began thumbing through them to find your favorite one.

“This one’s my favorite.” You whispered, handing the picture to Dean.

It was of you and your mom with a birthday cake in front of you and the number “2” on top. Her long hair was pulled back into a slick ponytail and she had a purple turtleneck on. You couldn’t explain why it was your favorite, just that you really loved it.

“Look at you…so happy. And lucky me, I get to see that beautiful smile every day.” He said, brushing hair away from your face and giving you a kiss.

“Thank you, baby. Wait a minute…are you trying to distract me from the horny single mom that made you a pie?!” You asked.

“Depends…is it working?” Asked Dean.

“No.” You firmly replied.

He shrugged. “Worth a shot, I guess. Well, how ‘bout I only eat YOUR cherry pie?” He said with a sly smile and raised eyebrows.

“I’ve never made a cherry pie, Dean.” You said, desperately trying to keep a straight face.

“I think you missed my point, sweetheart. See, what I meant was—“ He started to say before you cut him off.

Laughing, you replied, “I know what you meant, baby. But before you can taste my cherry pie, I have to clean up the mess I made of my house plus Charlie is still awake.”

Dean playfully rolled his eyes.

“Okaaaaaaay. Later then.” He said, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

**********

As you and Dean were cleaning and putting things back where they were supposed to be, you could feel him staring and stealing glances at you.

“I love you.” Said Dean, with a warm smile.

You smiled back and replied, “I love you too, Dean.”

“You should get a frame for a couple of those, especially your favorite.” He said, pointing at the photos on the bed.

“Maybe I will. That’s a good idea, baby.” You affirmed.

“Yeah, I’ll get one too for my picture and m-maybe we can put them n-next to one another…in the s-same house?” He asked nervously.

You froze. Heat rushed to your cheeks and your stomach dropped. Was Dean, in his own way, asking you to live with him?

“Dean? What are you saying?” You asked with a hitch in your voice.

“Move in with us, sweetheart.” He said, confidently. “Please?”

Your heart said yes a thousand times over, but your mouth was having trouble getting the words out. You were nervous. What if it didn’t work out? Someone else would be living in your house and you wouldn’t have it to go back to. Plus, you only just bought it a little over a year ago.

“But…what about my house? What if we don’t work out? What if—“ You started to say.

“Sam can rent the house. I’ve been buggin’ him ever since he left the last time to move out here so he can be closer to us. Charlie’s always so bummed out when he has to leave so it will be perfect if he lives next door.” Declared Dean.

Shocked, you finally blurted out, “Dean, are you really sure? Because I can forget you said any of this and we can go back to just—“

“You don’t think I’m serious?” He asked.

As you moved closer to him, you shook your head and replied, “No, it’s not that I don’t think you’re serious, baby. I just…I just wanna make sure that it’s what you really want because I love you and Charlie more than anything. And I will move in tomorrow as long as I know that both of you want me to.”

Suddenly, you heard the side door open and you heard Charlie’s voice coming from the kitchen and you could hear Bear’s nails clicking on the tile floor.

“Did you ask her yet, Dad?!!” Shouted Charlie.

Dean answered, “We’re in the bedroom, buddy.”

“You’re not naked, are you?” Charlie asked as you started to laugh.

“Coast is clear, Charlie. You can come back here.” You replied.

Charlie appeared in the doorway and Bear charged into the bedroom to say hello.

“Did she say yes, Dad? Or were you waiting for me to bring this over?” Asked Charlie, holding out a black velvet box.

You didn’t think you could be any more stunned than you already were.

“Please tell me there’s just a house key in there!” You exclaimed.

Charlie started to laugh.

“Don’t be silly, y/n. There’s a ring in there!” Charlie said with excitement.

You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“CHARLIE!” Dean barked.

Slightly disappointed, Dean took the box from Charlie’s hand then got down on one knee.

“You deserve to have a proper proposal, sweetheart.” He said, opening the box and revealing a solitaire oval shaped diamond.

“Say yes!!” Yelled Charlie.

“Be patient, son. Y/n, I honestly never expected to do this again. I thought I had my one shot and that was it but when you moved in next door, everything changed. I was smiling and laughing again, I found someone who loved my son as their own, and I found someone who could understand all the pain and all the shit that I’ve been through because she’s been through it too. And I’d love for the name on the mailbox to match everyone in the house. I love you so much and was wondering if you would marry me…marry us.” Asked Dean with a hitch in his voice.

You looked over at Charlie whose smile was so big you could see all of his teeth and Bear next to him with his ears at attention. It brought tears to your eyes. When you moved here, you were just hoping to live a semi-normal life and that’s exactly what you got and more.

“Charlie? Are you sure this is ok with you?” You asked, shyly.

Charlie continued to smile and he replied, “Please say yes, y/n. Then you’ll be my bonus mom.”

“Oh Charlie…” You choked out.

Dean smiled and said, “I didn’t even tell him to say that. What do ya say, sweetheart?”

You’ve never been more excited to say the word “yes” in your entire life.

“I say yes!” You answered with excitement.

Dean slid the ring onto your finger and it fit perfectly. Charlie ran over to you, wrapped his arms around you, and squeezed as tight as he could. Even Bear was excited.

“How did you know what size ring to get, baby?” You asked.

He stood up, tilted your chin up so you were looking into his hypnotizing green eyes, and planted a soft kiss onto your lips.

“EW, DAD!” Said Charlie, shielding his eyes.

“While you were sleeping one night, I got up and traced the inside of one of the rings I see you wear all the time on that finger.” He said with confidence and so proud of himself.

Impressed, you replied, “Not bad, stud. Not bad.”

“Dad! Can we go home and call Uncle Sam? He can move here now that y/n is gonna live with us, right?!” Asked Charlie.

Dean turned to you and asked, “How ‘bout it, sweetheart? You ready to go…home?”

Charlie said, “Yeah, maybe you and Dad can move more furniture around like you did last night.”

You felt your whole face turn red and warmth rushed across your cheeks as soon as Charlie finished that sentence. Covering your eyes in embarrassment, you began to laugh nervously.

Completely mortified, you asked Charlie, “What makes you think we were moving furniture around, buddy?”

Dean nervously scratched his beard waiting for Charlie’s answer.

“Well, I heard the bed hit the wall a bunch of times and you must have liked where Dad put it, because I heard you say ‘YES! Right there.’ I thought maybe you just started the move early and I went back to sleep.” He said, so innocently.

“Oh she liked where I put it alright.” Dean said with a devilish smirk.

You playfully slapped him on the shoulder, “DEAN!”

“What does Dad mean, y/n?” Charlie asked.

“Nothing buddy, your dad is just trying to be funny.” You replied.

Slightly offended, Dean said, “What do ya mean TRYING to be funny? I’m damn funny.”

Charlie looked down at the bed and noticed the picture of you and your mother. He smiled, looked up at you, and said, “Your mom was pretty, y/n. You look just like her. I’ll make room for this picture on the mantle, ok?”

Charlie Winchester had your heart just as much as Dean did. And although it was a little different being with someone who had a child already, they made it easy to love them both and you couldn’t wait to start the next chapter as a wife, as a “bonus mom” and as a…Winchester.

You hugged him tightly and replied with a warm smile, “Thank you, Charlie.”

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Movie 3 Predictions

Ever since it got announced, people have been predicting what the third theatrical film will be like. Now that both a leak and an official source has informed us that A) Marshall will be the focus and B) dinosaurs are involved, even more predictions have popped up. Well, I figure I might as well throw some of my own out there. Besides, it's been a while since I've made one of my trademark lengthy posts. 😇

I'm going to try and not go crazy with these. I'm just going to post the ones that jump out at me. Admittedly, it feels like a lot of us have thought the same thing, so some of these might not be anything new.

In any case, here are my predictions. Due to the length of this post, some of the more important parts will be highlighted, in case you prefer to just skim through all of this.

The leak mentioned Mayor Humdinger will be involved. I think he'll find the dinosaurs, and ultimately, he'll try to exploit them. He'll round them all up and transport them back to Adventure City, where he'll hold his new "Hum-Dino-Topia" theme park! Naturally, things will go wrong, the dinosaurs will get loose, and they'll cause all kinds of havoc for the finale. Cue the PAW Patrol to save the day.

Marshall, despite not being all that clumsy in the previous films (especially The Mighty Movie), will suddenly be very clumsy in this one. It'll affect his confidence at points, he'll mess things up during one of the missions, and someone will get mad and question if he deserves to be a part of the PAW Patrol. Maybe he'll even run away, like in "Pups Save a Friend", before returning for the finale.

The metadata in a leaked file, as well as that voice actor audition thing seeking someone with a disability to voice a pup who uses a wheelchair, strongly suggests Rex, from Dino Rescue, will be in the film. Nothing's officially yet, but the evidence is pretty good so far. In any case, if he is involved, I imagine that, like the TV series, he'll be living with the dinosaurs, possibly for most of his life. He might have gadgets, but like his wheelchair, it'll all be crude, until he gets a big upgrade once he becomes a member of the PAW Patrol.

Also, unlike the TV series, the dinosaurs will be on an island, and not some location you have to get to via a cave. Also also, much like The Mighty Movie ignoring 2018's Mighty Pups, I think the movie will flat-out ignore the TV series' continuity again, so everyone will act like this is the first time they've met Rex and seen dinosaurs.

Folks are wondering how they'll address removing the pups' superpowers from The Mighty Movie. Honestly? This might sound cynical, but I think they'll just flat-out ignore it, much like how the TV series quickly moves on from each subseries. They had powers one moment, now they don't. At best, we might get an explanation, but it'll be brief ("It's a shame the crystals ran out of power and now we can't use them anymore.")

Marshall will likely get a backstory. What do I hope we get? Marshall had a rough time because of his clumsiness, and people were mean to him and laughed at the pup a lot. It became too much for him, and with a face full of tears, he ran away. He later stumbled upon (perhaps into) Ryder, and the boy took him in. Despite his new owner, Marshall continued to struggle, which resulted in Chase taking him under his paw to help the Dalmatian. During this time, the two became close, practically like brothers, and his encouragement, love and support helped Marshall to not only do better, but to prove to everyone who ever laughed at or doubted him that they were wrong. In time, he became the firefighter we know today, making both Chase and Ryder proud. Now, what do I expect? Nobody took Marshall seriously because of his clumsiness, he tried to do something dangerous to prove himself, he nearly died, Ryder saved him, and talking about his past right before the finale helps him move on and find the confidence to succeed during the last mission. We won't get any more than that, and it'll more or less follow the basic blueprints as Chase and Skye's backstories.

Given this is Marshall's movie, I expect a massive fire will break out during the finale, which will threaten both humans and the dinosaurs that got loose. Marshall will likely doubt himself at one point, but he'll pull through, figure out a brilliant plan to extinguish the fire(s), and the day will be saved. (I don't expect this at all, but maybe Chase will get wounded and trapped by the fire, making things all the more personal and emotional for Marshall.)

The Poms will be absent. At best, they might get a cameo, reacting to the dinosaurs loose in Adventure City or something.

Liberty will no doubt show up, but I think she'll get less screen time here. She'll stay behind to watch over Adventure City when the pups go to dinosaur island, and then she'll help out during the finale (to guide people to safety and whatnot).

Victoria Vance won't be present at all. If anything, a new villain will pop up to help Mayor Humdinger. Probably a female baddie.

As for the other pups who aren't in the focus? I think Chase will get plenty of attention, and he'll be up front in a mission or two (sadly, I don't think the movie will acknowledge the fact he's best friends with Marshall). Skye will get a bunch of time in the spotlight, due to making sure they get plenty of girl representation in the film. Rubble will still get most of the comedic moments, and he'll ride on top of a dinosaur at some point, to reference that season 2 episode. Rocky will help, but I can't see him getting any huge involvement in the plot, outside of a few rescues. Zuma will get a cool moment, and maybe he'll even save a human or dinosaur in the water, but I don't think he'll get to take out another villain again.

That's about all I have right now. If you have any comments, opinions, or predictions of your own, let me know!

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[obiternihili]

the trutherism doesn't match well what i've heard qur'an scholars like marijn van putten say. the conventional secularized account largely fits with linguistic evidence from what I can tell. There was a poetic register shared by a number of Arabic dialects but Muhammad's day to day language was one of those dialects, likely with a fricated jim and some imalah (front vowel harmony phenomena) and no cases; the poetic register being closer to the artificial Classical Arabic. That can feel like multiple authors but it's kind of like saying Sun Yatsen's didn't write what he wrote because there were influences from both vernacular and classical chinese.

There's a number of opaque Syriacisms in the Qur'an that likely weren't obvious to readers or Syriacs themselves, and a number of stylistic consistencies (like in the details of broken rhymes) suggestive of a single author from the Hijaz who knew some esoterica, with the variations being largely insignificant (like ambiguous readings that don't really mean much differently) and consistent with going through reciters with slightly different imalah (like where i and a are both read e).

Idk I get the urge to downplay the religious aspects but the trutherism stuff is kind of just a step removed from ancient aliens type patronization. Obviously Muslims wouldn't have the most sober account of their prophet but that doesn't mean they're liars or bad at recording history.

And people have good faith religious experiences all the time that honestly convince them of things - just look at born again experiences in christianity or the kind of analogous things in hinduism or so on. You don't have to accept anything of Islam to posit that Muhammad had some kind of analogue to a born again experience that made him believe he encountered Gabriel.

Usually you need motivation to lie, covering up an embarrassment or making something look better than it was. So does it really make Islam look better for Muhammad to have lived in a way consistent with a secular reading of the traditional account of his life? For the most part "guy orphaned, taken in by his uncle, exposed to Syriac Christianity and some like leftover gnostic discourse, has some kind of religious thing that gets him in hot water with the meccan authorities" just makes him sound like a guy from that time. What does speculating about conspiracies to make the Qur'an a group project or whatever bring to the table that makes it preferential?

Give me your Islam trutherism stance. Lay out the whole position. I think I've asked about this before but I forgot. I'm kind of an Islam head. Islam is the only Abrahamic religion I give a shit about. I think the other ones are bullshit. Academically I think critical scholarship on Islam is like just getting off the ground so we barely know anything about it yet. Anyway drop the trutherism. Mohammad was a girl... Mohammad was actually a beautiful anime woman...

well see the thing is. mohammad was almost certainly a real guy, who was some sort of leader of a group of people. POSSIBLY he never lead a large group, and the large group didnt form until afterwards. but it seems like he led at least a large-ish group. he probably had some sort of religious teaching, altho its unclear if he had any original doctrine or was just a passionate judeo-christian monotheist. oh and yknow, he lived and did stuff around arabia (well. some people say syria. probably not syria).

and that's...sort of all we can say for sure about the real muhammad! there's all sorts of other stuff that MIGHT be true about muhammad, especially after they got to medina. but his early life is a blank to us, the same way jesus' life before his ministry is a blank to us. who knows! but people who confidently tell you "mohammad lived in a city of pagans and converted them all" are exceedingly credulous. we have no good evidence that happened

one interesting thing the shwepisode talks about: so, obviously the islamic conquests "happened". in the sense that there wasn't a state there, and then there started being a large state there. but we dont see them archeologically! which is not crazy, they allowed people to surrender. they didnt just raze everything to the ground. but it's unfortunate, it would be nice if we could use archeology to say stuff about early islam. in part, we cant use archeology re: early islam because a huge number of artifacts were destroyed, there's a weirdly small amount of surviving stuff that could tell us about early islam. but it's not clear! posssibly even the *stories* about uthman destroying a whole bunch of alternate qurans aren't true!

its a very weird field. something that is clearly very important to a huge number of people, and yet is in some ways even more poorly evidence than the early history of the christian church, which we have a large number of texts from (i mean, starting in the early 2nd century. but christianity grew much more slowly, so "early christianity" lasted much longer than "early islam")

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peppino and noise character studies

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