#is that why your dad doesn't approve of this match?

[winepresswrath]

if she does to "but daddy i love him" what she did to romeo, juliet, and my girl hester i will not forgive her.

im sorry i like taylor swift but must she come for but daddy i love him? doesn't she have enough.

[yasmindifference]

Cheer up prompt #27

An anon and @this-was-a-terrible-idea also requested #27! A popular number apparently lol. I hope you all enjoy! ♡

"--and then Mr. Browsten said that with all the, um, the hullabaloo that it wasn't fair to make us take a test, so he cancelled it."

Tim pauses for breath and Mom hums an encouraging noise. When Dad makes that sound, it means he's not really listening, but he knows Mom's paying attention, even though she hasn't stopped curling her hair. From where he's lying on her bed, he can see her reflection in the vanity mirror, and she's frowning just like he knew she would.

Mom doesn't approve of canceling tests, which means she doesn't approve of Mr. Browsten, because he cancels them all the time.

(Mom says tests are important to know where improvement is necessary. Mr. Browsten doesn't seem to agree.)

"So we watched a documentary instead and it was pretty interesting, it was about puffer fish! Sarah asked what puffer fish have to do with grammar and Mr. Browsten said that learning is its own reward, but I think he just didn't have anything else ready so he took something from Ms. Cappola instead. She's the fifth grade science teacher and I heard her classes watch movies at least twice a week."

Mom tuts, which Tim was expecting, and sets down her curling iron.

"Ridiculous," she mutters. "I don't know why we're paying that school so much in tuition when they can't be bothered to teach you anything. It's a miracle you ever learned to read."

"It's because I'm smart," Tim informs her helpfully, and Mom smiles her special just-for-Tim smile.

"You are," she agrees. "And thank goodness for that. Now, would my smart boy do me a favor?"

Because Tim's smart, he already knows what she's going to ask. He rolls off the bed to his feet. "Curling iron?"

"Yes, please." Mom rolls her chair away from the vanity so he can crawl under it to unplug the curling iron. She plugged it in herself, but that was before she was all dressed up in her expensive dress. "Thank you, Timmy."

"You're welcome," he chirps, crawling back out.

Mom rolls back in front of the vanity, but Tim stays where he is, kneeling next to it so he can watch her put her makeup on. There are a lot of different bottles and brushes and powders involved, but Mom never hesitates. Tim doesn't know how she keeps it all straight.

He likes watching Mom get ready to go out. Sometimes--like tonight--she lets him pick out the jewelry she's gonna wear, and then she chooses her dress and hair and makeup all based on what he picked. Even when the colors don't match, it all fits together like a puzzle...a puzzle she pieces together in seconds after Tim's impulsive choice.

It's really cool.

Tonight, Tim picked pretty, dangly earrings with some kind of red stone (ruby, Mom said when he asked), so Mom picked a black dress. She said it would make the earrings pop, which he didn't get until he saw her wearing it.

Now, he watches her choose lipstick as red as the earrings and asks, "Does the lipstick make the earrings pop, too?"

Mom finishes smoothing it on before she smiles at him. "You tell me."

Tim studies her. The lipstick matches the earrings, but it doesn't draw attention to them the way the plain dress does. He already watched her do her eye stuff, and her eyes look bigger somehow, but they're not colorful like they were when they all went to the opera last week.

"No," he decides. "You went new...neutral?" He waits for her slight nod of confirmation, then continues, encouraged, "You went neutral with your eye stuff and red with your lipstick to make your lips pop."

"Very good," Mom says, smiling. She cups his cheek briefly before turning back to the vanity. "Clever boy."

Tim beams and watches in fascinated silence as she uses some kind of powder. Even though he's staring right at her, he can't tell what the powder actually does. All he knows is that when she's done, her face looks...different. Still pretty, but kinda sharper somehow.

Makeup is like magic, he decides. No matter how many times he watches her get ready, he can never figure it out.

"Can I try?" he asks impulsively.

"Try what?" Mom asks, a little distracted. The cap on one of her bottles is stuck and she's struggling to open it.

"Your makeup!" Tim takes the bottle from her and opens it by using the hem of his shirt to grip it better. Mom can't do that, her dress is all shiny and slippery. "You look pretty, I wanna try."

Mom pauses and then smiles.

"I don't have long before I have to leave," she warns him, "but I don't see why not. Do you want to pick out some lipstick?"

Tim absolutely does. He levers to his feet as, across the room, Dad finally stirs. He's been reading some stuff his assistant from Drake Industries brought by earlier, ignoring them both, but now he says, "Janet" in a weird tone.

"Jack?" Mom asks, even as she directs Tim's attention to the little circles on the bottom of her lipstick tubes that show what color they are. She has a lot of options.

"Janie, really," Dad says. He sounds unhappy, and Tim looks up from comparing two different shades of pink to find him frowning. "You can't mean to let our son--"

He stops mid-sentence and Tim bites back a wince. Dad's in trouble; Tim hasn't seen that look on Mom's face since he told her about his last nanny giving him whiskey to help him sleep when he woke up from bad dreams.

"My son," Mom says very deliberately, "is welcome to express himself however he likes."

Is trying makeup expressing himself? Tim just wants to see if it makes him as pretty as it does Mom.

Either way, that's not a good tone. Tim looks down and concentrates really hard on picking out a lipstick.

"Janet," Dad tries again, weakly. He obviously knows he's in Big Trouble, but for some reason he hasn't apologized yet. Tim tries to psychically tell him to cut his losses and back down, but his telepathy apparently still hasn't kicked in, because Dad says, "It's just that--"

"Do you know what you want to try, sweetheart?" Mom asks, completely ignoring Dad.

Tim looks between his parents, decides to let Dad dig his own grave, and hands Mom the red he settled on.

(If it's the red that most closely resembles the red in Robin's uniform...well, it's not like Mom has any way of knowing that.)

"Excellent choice!" Mom says. She stands up from the vanity and pats her chair. "Take a seat."

Tim does, excited. He's not usually allowed to sit at Mom's vanity.

Lipstick, he learns quickly, feels really weird. He has to sit super still while Mom puts it on him, and it makes his lips feel weirdly heavy, like there's something on them.

Which there is, actually, so...he doesn't know what he was expecting.

Mom hands him a tissue so he can "blot" his lips, just like he's seen her do a million times, and then steps aside so he can see his reflection in the mirror.

"Whoa," Tim says, leaning closer. He makes a few faces, pushing his lips together and out, transfixed by how bright and noticeable they are. It doesn't make him pretty like Mom, but he likes how it looks anyway. "Cool."

Behind him, Dad throws up his hands and leaves the room. He's angry, Tim can tell, but Mom is smiling down at him, so Tim's not worried.

"Do you want to pick eyeshadow next?" she asks.

"Yes, please!"

Prompt #27 was experimentation! Well selected! ♡♡

[amysgiantbees]

I LOVE Wyll and I understand why they did the rewrites I think he's a wonderful character and wouldn't dream to trade him for his EA counterpart. However, since they chose to rewrite him the lack of material does a disservice to his character.

I love Gale and Astarion and would not change their stories for the world but they aren't really integral to the main plot. Wyll is though and yet Astarion especially has SO much dialogue he comments on EVERYTHING and Wyll barely has anything to say even on the stuff that's important to him, like Gortash's coronation.

It's just so heart braking that Theo, his voice actor, is so passionate about and loved doing his romance scenes so much but Wyll has the least amount of hours dedicated to it.

Scenes I would have liked:

Wyll talking to a child or an innocent post Karlach and he either gets hugged and gets to be surprised that people still see him as heroic. Or he's a bit too smug about it if he killed Karlach.

Wyll meeting up with a member of the flaming fist he used to know in Act 3- maybe they were trainees together when they were teens - and getting to talk about the old days like Karlach and her friend.

Wyll getting to be really surprised Florrick still wants his help in Moonrise after he's been transformed and she puts 2 and 2 together at his reaction and asks if this is why he left Balder's Gate and he tells her that his father asked him to leave. Florrick says that's BS and can become a pseudo parental figure.

The companions dialogue reaction to him braking his pact is fixed so everyone is more like how they react to Shadowheart killing her parents and aren't instead jumping down his throat like he's a power hungry maniac. It's clearly leftovers from EA Wyll when he was more power hungry but it throws his whole character off because clearly this version doesn't struggle with selflessness, he is nothing but! He needs to put himself first over his shitty dad for once in his life. Like the only one I even kind of like is Halsin's dialogue about how a plant sometimes need to strangle a tree to find it's own light. I'm wondering if that isn't something to do with Halsin being expanded upon later in development so it was easier to match it to the new Wyll. Like Wyll damning himself for eternity is satisfying if he's been selfish, but at present it's just him risking himself again and not even for someone we know yet (or *spoilers* someone useful like all the dragon tip does is give us a bit more info about the Emperor and give Wyll some confidence).

I think it's VERY bold of Ravengaurd to say he WILL make it up to Wyll. Not that he'll try but that he knows he can make it up to him. Despite throwing out the sweetest teen on earth even though he was clearly trying to tell him something. Despite likely hearing about the Blade of Fronteir's exploits and never reaching out. Even after being rescued by him to just be still so full of bitterness and hatred. Despite all his failings as a father and always putting his reputation and Baulder's Gate above his son he really thinks it'll all be water under the bridge soon. So, I would like it if your TAV was able to challenge this assumption.

I would like it rewritten so Wyll actually has it out with his Dad instead of tadpoling him what has happened post rescue. Let them actually talk finally. Wyll lacks so much agency and could really use a dramatic moment like everyone else get's in Act 3 to shine.

I would love if your approval is high enough or you're romancing him for you to be able to see his walls come down once. I think it would be so powerful if after this whole journey he's been so composed and careful and then whatever happens with the contract in Act 3 he lets you see how he really feels for once. Like you still have your talk and he's all composed and tells you he just needs some time. However, later that night when you've gone for a long rest you catch him on the roof of the Elfsong or something. He could be crying, or praying to Tyr to save his father, or screaming, summoning dark tendrils of magic and yelling about how he resents his power.

Also Florrick should not show up if you break the contract unless the Duke is dead. It screws up Mizora's dialogue and brakes it a bit. Like if Florrick didn't show up till after you killed Orin that would probably work because if you kill Orin first you probably aren't going to kill Gortash or go down to the Iron Throne. Or at least give it a long rest or two before she shows up.

There's also just dialogue that does not fit that's leftovers from EA I believe. Like after braking the pact TAV being able to tell Wyll he shouldn't be a duke because he's too power hungry. Or even the companion dialogue where Wyll is a bit of a playboy and flirts with Lazel and then Shadowheart immediately afterwards - it totally goes against his hopeless romantic nature. Not that I want them to take even more content away from him.

[writeandsurvive]

The Outsider ~ Alden Parker

"Mom, I'm sure that doctor is a nice guy, but I'm not interested in meeting him."

"He's not just nice, he's perfect--"

"Then marry him!" At this point, you were getting really annoyed and almost angry. It wasn't the first time you were having this conversation - fight - with your mother. Ever since you were old enough to date seriously, she's been trying to fix you up with guys she judges to be suitable. Unfortunately - to her -, your taste in men doesn't match hers. You only introduced her to one of your boyfriends and she obviously disapproved of him. She did everything to make both of you break up, which happened eventually but for different reasons. And you knew she would never approve of your current boyfriend, an older, divorced federal agent.

She just gave you a death stare following your comment, before continuing her argument. "I showed him pictures of you, you're exactly his type of women, you can't--"

"Oh my god, do you realize how creepy this is? This is the 21st century, mom!"

"You will meet him and trust me, you'll fall--"

At this very moment, your front swung open as Alden let himself in. "Awesome, you didn't give me fake keys--" the word 'keys' got caught up in his throat as he noticed the woman standing in the middle of your living area. "Hi!" He said sheepishly, unsure of who the woman was - even though he had a pretty good idea.

"Who is that?" Your mother asked you.

There was no way you could lie about this, and you didn't really want to anyway. "Mom, this is Alden, my--boyfriend. Den, this is my mother, M/N."

Putting the keys down, he approached your mother with his hand extended. "Nice to meet you, ma'am." But she didn't shake his hand, just looked at you.

"This is a joke, right? Are you doing this to piss me off?" Alden retrieved, coming back by your side. You wrapped your arm around his waist, and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"No joke. He's my man, I love him and I'd appreciate it if you just respected that."

"How old is he?"

"Ma'am, I'm right here. You can talk to me." He spoke up. "Yes I am older than your daughter, and it can be disturbing for you, but I genuinely love her. All I want is her happiness, and I can assure you that--"

"Okay, this is sweet talk, but I don't really care. You cannot date a man who's obviously my age, and your dad's!"

"I can, and I am. And I'd like to enjoy the evening with him, so--"

"We will be talking about this with your father."

Once she was gone, you let yourself fall onto the couch with a sigh. "The next few weeks are going to be a nightmare."

"That bad?" Alden took off his jacket and turtleneck, leaving him in a white v-neck t-shirt. He sat down next to you, softly stroking your face and hair.

"The entire family will be aware of it and everyone of them will have something to say."

"I'm starting to understand why you don't talk much about your family." He softly kissed your temple, bringing you against his chest. "It may take time but maybe they--"

"Don't count on it." You lifted up your head to look at him in the eyes. "Do you think you can face the backlash?"

"I always face the consequences of my actions." He smirked and kissed you.

It started the next day. Your grandparents trying to call you multiple times, your father asking you to come over in the evening through text, your brother joking about the drama you created 'again'. Seemed like the extended family didn't know just yet, which relieved you a little.

You sent the screenshot of your father's text to Alden, asking him his opinion on whether you should go or not, and to your surprise, he said he'd go with you if you wanted. On some levels, you wanted him there, and you appreciated his support very much, but at the same time, you didn't want to witness it. You didn't want him to see that side of your family and most importantly, the side of you they bring out.

But as the day went by, you felt so anxious about meeting your parents that you accepted your boyfriend's offer.

As he was driving the both of you to their place, you tried to warn him as much as possible. The things they'd probably say, the threats, the mean stuff, your past. You also told him that you could be mean too, if they get you frustrated and angry. "Being your parents doesn't give them every right. You're allowed to fight back." He assured you, kissing your hand softly.

"Please, Alden, just don't let them get into your head. Okay?" He could see in your eyes that this was your biggest fear.

"The only person who should have a problem with my age is you and luckily, you don't. So, I don't really care about the others, even your parents."

"I love you so much."

"Love you more."

Inside the house, your parents were patiently waiting at the dining table. They refused any form of greetings, from you and Alden. You didn't bother to sit down, just stood at the end of the table with your man by your side. "He was not invited." Your father said.

"But he's concerned, isn't he?"

"More like, he's the problem." Your mother retorted.

You heard Alden whispered "wow" under his breath.

"No darling," your father told your mother. "Your daughter is the problem, she's always been. This is just her ultimate provocation, isn't it?" He rhetorically asked you.

"So, me falling in love with someone is a provocation?"

"You cannot fall in love with someone old enough to be your parent."

"Look sir--" Alden tried, but your father immediately raised his hand as a way to dismiss him.

"I'm not talking to you, don't talk to me."

This was what sent you off. "I don't know why I bothered. Let's go, babe."

"If you leave this house with this man, don't ever come back. And I'm taking you off my will, or so will your grandparents."

"I think I was 15, the first time I told all of you that I didn't give a shit about your money! Am I still on it so you can threaten me with it? Cause it never worked and it never will. I'm not mom, dad." From the corner of your eyes, you saw your mother fuming. It infuriated her every time you subtly brought out that she agreed to marry your father so she'd keep her money.

"I told you that if you made a comment like that again, you'd be out of this family for good."

Without saying another word, you grabbed Alden's hand and walked out.

~

Alden brought you a warm cup of tea, and settled under the blanket with you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"This was meant to happen someday. I've always been the outsider of this family."

"Maybe, but I feel bad I'm the reason--"

You put a finger on his lips to make him stop talking. "You're the reason for my happiness, Alden. You're the reason I smile every day. You're the reason that for the first time in my life, I'm not afraid of the future. Screw them. I just need you and your love."

He pressed his forehead against yours. "You've got all of me. I give you all."

[only10th]

Todays thoughts!

Wangxian meeting at the mall, single mom wwx shopping for some clothes with his little radish.

Wei Ying had gone to the mall cause he needed to buy a nice outfit for a date he did not want to go to, but of course his shijie was the one to set it up for him. Something about being time for him to put himself out there, find someone to take care of him as much as he takes care of his son. He, of course, insisted that he was fine fairing on his own. If anything, the reason why Wei Ying didn't want to date at all is more of finding someone that would put the same love and dedication to A-Yuan as he does.

And he knows, from experience, that's hard if not impossible to find.

So cut to a very stressed and distracted Wei Ying looking through clothes while his son played hide and seek in the racks of clothes. He'd been making sure to see A-Yuan popping his head out through the clothesline with a bright smile that matches his own, every so often calling out to him if he noticed he was taking too long to pop out. At least one of them was having fun. This was the third clothing store he visited, and the frustration of not finding anything remotely nice, or something that matched his style, was taking its toll. At the end, he sighs with exasperation. He'll just have to call his sister and tell her that he's sick, or something.

"A-Yuan, come out. We're leaving." There's no response, "A-Yuan, did you hear me?"

His brows dip with concern, it did get too quiet at some point. The giggling and the scraping of the hangers had come to a stop without him noticing. "Mister, if you're playing a joke on your poor A-Niang we won't get ice cream." He mumbles as he looks through the rack, moving the clothes around in mild panic. A-Yuan is nowhere to be found.

Wei Ying is practically panicking at this point, frantically searching for his son, practically yelling his name. He's on the verge of tears as he passes the rows and rows of racks and fixtures. All logic and reason are thrown out the window. There's no way.. there's no way he lost A-Yuan. He's always paid attention, always told him to stay by his side no matter what. What the hell is he going to do? The worst scenarios start crossing through his mind, but he keeps searching. A-Yuan knows to stay put if he ever gets separated from Wei Ying, he knows to not talk to strangers but he's only a toddler. Anything can happen.

“A-Yuan! Where are you?!” Wei Ying calls as he jogs through the store.

~~~~

Cut to A-Yuan staring wide eye at a tall guy with honey eyes. They're both having a staring contest at this point. That’s not his A-Nian, A-Yuan thinks to himself.

"Hello?" Lan Zhan says with caution. When did this child get here?

The child pursed his lips, slowly retreating into the rack with blue sweaters he was browsing through. "I-I’m not supposed to talk to strangers."

Lan Zhan blinks, staying quiet before nodding in approval. The toddler's parents are smart. He should probably alert security, he looks around in search of security or a staff member. As soon as he spots someone, he starts to walk away to try and get their attention but a small hand takes a tight grip on his light cream trousers.

"W-Wait! Mister— My a-niang told me to stay put if I ever get separated... A-niang will find me soon. Please, don't go."

Scared pleading eyes stare at him, the man seems to think through it for a moment. The smart thing to do would be to report the missing child. But at the same time, he's not sure how he would handle the situation if the toddler were to start crying.

"Alright.” He agrees with a nod. Though, the toddler doesn't let go of his trousers for a moment. At least he looks somewhat more calm. "We'll wait for your mother together."

Not a moment later, Wei Ying runs past them, yelling A-Yuan's name. At first, Lan Zhan looks at him with confusion. The child didn't say anything about his dad looking for him, so instinctively he shields and conceals the toddler. You can never be too safe, he knows people can put any sort of act just to take a child away. However, the toddler scrambled past Lan Zhan's legs and shouts, “A-Niang!"

Wei Ying skids to a stop, whipping his head towards the sound of his son's voice. Relief floods through his body as he falls to his knees and hugs his toddler, so glad that he's safe and sound. At first he doesn't notice the man who had stayed with his son because he's too busy peppering kisses to A-Yuan's chubby cheeks and mumbling "Don't ever scare me like that again!" And “We've talked about this, don't leave my side."

While this exchange is happening, Lan Zhan Is just thinking. The man... that drop dead gorgeous man was the toddler's mother?

A-Yuan clings to Wei Ying's neck, rubbing his face on his cheek, “A-Yuan is sorry, A-niang. Please don't be mad."

The puppy eyes win Wei Ying over and he can't be mad anymore. Silver eyes quickly scan his child, making sure there’s no injuries. He hugs his little radish once more, only then is when he notices the man watching the whole scene, and he can tell he's kinda not knowing what to do with himself.

"Um... can I help you?" Wei Ying asks a little defensive while hugging his son closer.

Before the man can utter an answer, A-Yuan beams with excitement. “That gege helped A-Yuan wait for A-niang!"

“Oh. Is that so?" He says, silver eyes softening and shoulders letting the tension leave.

"Mn. My name is Lan Zhan." He introduced himself and woah, how could Wei Ying not notice how handsome this man was.

“Thank you, Lan Zhan, for keeping an eye on my son. I really don't know how to repay you…”

"A-niang, is this the gege you're meeting later?" The toddler looked at Lan Zhan with hopeful eyes. "Gege taking my a-niang to dinner?"

Wei Ying quickly gets all embarrassed, cheeks flushed red like the ribbon holding his long hair in a ponytail. “Aiya, aiya! Stop bothering the nice gege! I'm sure he has many things to do."

"But!” A-Yuan begins to protest with a pout.

"No buts." Wei Ying picks A-Yuan in his arms, letting some of his weight rest on his hip. Silver eyes meet honey ones. “Thank you, again. I-I gotta get going."

And Lan Zhan can only watch the pair walking away, saying something about "I told you to call me a-niang at home and baba out here." And "I'm never leaving you out of my sight again. You gave me a heart attack.”

He’s sure he hears the child, A-Yuan, mumble “But I like that gege…”

Lan Zhan turns around, shaking his head before continuing his shopping. His chest aches a bit cause he just met the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on... It's childish, but he can't help but quietly sulk because he was in fact thinking of asking him out but... it looks like someone had beaten him to it. Wait, he didn't even get his name. He sulks even more.

~~~~~

Back in Wei Ying's home, he was getting ready for his date. It shouldn't be too late to cancel, right?

“You look dashing!” His sister compliments with a soft clap. “Come now, don’t make that face.”

“Jie, I don’t know this man… What if he doesn’t like A-Yuan? What if he’s secretly an asshole?” Anxiety was clear in his voice, though it was quickly soothed when Jiang Yanli walked over and fixed the collar of his burgundy button up.

“You doubt your A-Jie will pick a good man for you?” She teases with a thin eyebrow raising in question.

“Not you… I don’t trust A-Sang.” He side-eyes his friend, who is sitting on the couch making faces to his baby nephew. “Are you sure it’s not too late to cancel?”

“A-Ying, you need this. I promise it’ll be good for you.” His sister reassures, gently patting his shoulders. She smiles softly at her younger brother. “I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy.” He reassures her

She chuckles, patting the top of his hand. “You know what I mean. YingYing, are you sure you don’t want me to watch over A-Yuan?”

“Nuh-huh, if I’m meeting this guy then he’s meeting a-yuan too. If he doesn’t love him then I won’t even give him a chance!”

“A-Ying.”

“I’ve made up my mind, Jie. Now, tell me A-Yuan doesn’t look like the most adorable gentleman you’ve ever seen.” Wei Ying coos as his son walks into the living room wearing a t-shirt with the print of a tuxedo. He picks him up and peppers his cheeks with many kisses.

Soon, they’re both arriving at the restaurant. At least the guy he’s meeting has good taste. Before they step in, Wei Ying sets down his son, going through the motions of fixing his clothes. “If you don’t like the guy, we’ll leave as soon as you want, okay? No one can pull my attention from my little radish.”

A-Yuan nods, and with that they both walked into the bustling restaurant. Wei Ying couldn’t help but to feel irritated at bit his sister and best friend. What the hell did Nei Huaisang mean that I’ll know when I see him? Would’ve been better if he just showed me a picture. He thinks to himself while rolling his eyes. Though, he couldn’t deny he was extremely nervous to meet this mystery guy that he had been set up with.

“A-Niang, look! It’s the nice gege from earlier!”

Wei Ying is quick to follow his son’s line of sight, and there he was. Lan Zhan sat at a tsks closer to the window, dressed up in a light blue suit with a light cream shirt. He knew Lan Zhan was handsome, but to see him in a suit? How the sleeves seemed hug his arms just tight enough to let you know the man works out. Before he knew it, Wei Ying was being tugged towards Lan Zhan’s table. “Hey, hey! Baobei let’s not bother the nice gege, he’s probably waiting for someone.” He tried to whisper, tugging his son the other way but they were already spotted.

“Gege! Hi gege!” A-Yuan chimes as Lan Zhan stands from his chair. Was he always this tall?

“Hi, Lan Zhan. What a coincidence! A-Are you here by yourself, or…”

He can see golden eyes scanning him up and down before landing back on his face. He can’t help but shift in place at the intensity of Lan Zhan’s gaze. “I am waiting for someone.” Lan Zhan responds quietly, gaze still on Wei Ying.

“Oh… Me too!” He’s quick to add before chuckling, “Well, you already knew that… A-Are you waiting for a date?”

Lan Zhan seems to consider his answer, and Wei Ying can’t help but to find it amusing at how deflated and defeated the other looks when he responds with a quiet “Yes.”

Wei Ying laughs once more, “Not really looking forward to it? I get it, my sister and best friend set me up for mine. I don’t even know who I’m supposed to meet! Can you believe they refused to give me his name? Or even show me a picture? They really took the definition of ‘blind date’ way too serious.”

Lan Zhan stares at him wide eye, and for a moment Wei Ying thinks he said something wrong. “No offense to whoever you’re meeting, of course! I bet they’re—“

“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan takes a step closer towards him, but he doesn’t see himself taking a step back.

Brows furrow, “Yeah? Do… Do I have something on my face?”

“I’m meeting with Wei Ying… You are Wei Ying.”

The father can only look at the other in bewilderment, was… was Lan Zhan his blind date? No, this was to good to be true. A guy like Lan Zhan… he could have anyone, the man looked like a god! “Who set you up?” He decided to ask, if he’s says ut was Nei Huaisang then he really was having a date with Lan Zhan. There were no other Wei Ying’s around, not that he knows of.

Wei Ying can tell Lan Zhan is having the same train of thought. “My brother… He was convinced by a family friend that I should… attempt to meet new people.”

“Was it Nie Huaisang? Oh my god! That asshole set everything up!” Wei Ying exclaims once Lan Zhan confirms his suspicions, hands brushing the already messy bangs from his face, a loud laugh echoing through the restaurant. He winced, tho, when people enjoying their food shoot a glare at him. “I can’t believe this…Wait, if you knew my name, why didn’t you say anything earlier.”

Lan Zhan pressed his lips together before answering. “You did not give me your name.”

“Oh— I… Huh, I was really distracted. It would’ve made things easier for the both of us, huh?” Wei Ying smiles at him. “Well… mind if we join you, then? My treat, since you were my hero earlier and I must repay your kindness and patience!”

“Are we having dinner with the nice gege??” A-Yuan suddenly chimes, wide eyes darting between the two adults. Wei Ying smiles as he ruffles his hair.

“We sure are!”

“I knew it! The Nice gege is taking my a-niang for dinner!” The toddler soon clings to Lan Zhan’s leg, which caught him off guard.

“Aiya, A-Yuan! Where are your manners?” Wei Ying chides playfully, attempting to pull his son back to his side.

“I do not mind.” Lan Zhan responds with a smile ghosting over his lips.

The three of them sit at the table. Wei Ying talks away about anything and everything, and Lan Zhan pays full attention to every single word, attention unflinching. It especially melts his heart when Lan Zhan gives the same type of attention to A-Yuan, listening with much seriousness to all the stories he has to tell. He looks at both of them with so much fondness that he feels his heart bursting at the seams. Yeah… it was good he decided to not cancel the date.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hi, if its ok to ask .

Slashers x teen reader

The teen reader is fond of sewing after finishing the sketch. If they cant do the method they look it up online when they are able to create it with trial and error they gift the slashers something they made weather be small or big . If anyone attacks them she has a bracelet with a pin cushion filled with pins for attack

I'm kinda confused since you didn't specify what kind of sewing but I tried my best!

Slashers x teen! reader who likes sewing

Michael 🔪

Michael doesn't like sewing obviously, he doesn't get the appeal other than the damage you could cause with the sharp needle/ the presser foot he guess.

But damn he loves your sewing products even if it looks like he glanced at it one time for a second, he thinks they're so cute and especially since you made it all for him?? And him specifically???

One day you took a large amount of your time and made a mini him with a mini knife and he looked pissed off but inside he was pleasantly surprised and pleased and from then on he took it everywhere with him inside his breast pocket.

He witness you having problems with your idea one time and just silently watched you struggle cause he doesn't know what to do either and then walked away after you finally found out how to fix it. It's weird but ig that's his way of looking after you. (he came back an hour later to see what you made even though it might just be halfway done.)

He thinks the hobby itself is a waste of time but takes it back when you gift him cool ass clothings or toys with it. (he totally still thinks it a waste of time, it's just cooler when you do it.)

Your dad doesn't approve of sharp things that could danger YOU but if its for self defense he can let it pass. Although he thinks it's unnecessary. (you have him, why would you need weapons?)

But he approves when he realises they keep you safe. But he thinks they look hideous.

Jason 🪓

He's never really thought of sewing before but it did pique his interest when he saw you doing it one day. He did find your sketching notebook and grew fond of your imagination.

I think Jason's clothes do become very worn out and so you did your best to make a new one for him (which you got from dead victims) and made him a big long sleeved shirt which consisted of forest green, coffee brown and other nature and earthy colors. He was so proud of you, his little kid. :,)

But he likes anything you make, really.

If you're struggling with something you have to find out in your own. Because I don't know where you can look anything up online or any technology in a place such as where Jason lives. But Jason will support you to the best of his abilities.

And oh, if you make any matching articles of clothing for the both of you he will be over the moon. Like matching bear bucket hats or matching patterned pants. He thinks it'll be a great way to let outsiders others know that you two have a connection with each other. (yk, like relation? Family relation?? Idk)

He loves the little small things you can make, like a sewn cat or animal and make it look like a key chain.

If you make a mini him, he might just cry. If you make a mini him and you holding hands like a parent / child way he'll definitely cry. He never even dreamed of such luxury. He's just engulfing you while hugging you like. "oh you precious thing, *sob*"

Jason absolutely freaks out when he saw the bracelet pin cushion. You have a bracelet full of pins, what if they slip out and cut your entire hand off!? But just show him how helpful it is and he'll calm down a little. A little...

Hannibal 🍽️

Hannibal noticed your hobby of sewing after a while of living with him/ visiting you before he took you in (?). He finds the hobby quite adorable and pretty useful. He would love to see your creations after you're done with them.

He may or may not snoop around your sketchbook and act as if nothing happened if you almost catch him.

He compliments whatever you make but gives constructive criticism when needed. And sometimes he looks too deep in what your sewn products are and what they might mean. 💀

this man gets so enthusiastic and happy when you want to make custom clothes for him like ong, a suit made from love from his child and made exactly to his liking?? What could he ask for more? He happily just stands there while you take his measurements.

He occasionally checks up on you while you sew, and although he prefers when you two are in the dinner table together, he won't mind having a meal or two alone. Atleast you eat.

Hannibal acknowledges your errors, not in a bad way but in a way where he sees it as learning process and is very proud of you when you've successfully completed your work.

Talking about sewing, you already know about the kinda expensive shit he gets for you according to your taste. They just seem very valuable no matter how you make them look.

Do it, make matching suits (or yours a dress, however you like it) for the both of you. He has this sick ass introduction where he introduces you as his teenage child and you look like those cool parent & child team in action movies/shows.

He also doesn't approve of sharp things and thinks the pin cushion is a bit odd. They're too obvious and someone might snatch them and make the tables turn so he suggests a more secret area.

Billy n Stu 🎭

Safe to say the both of them thought sewing was boring and takes up too much of time but that wasn't much after they met you.

You literally make their ghostface costumes.

They both love seeing what sorts of things you can make from a lump of small pieces of clothing and a needle/machine. They totally asked you to sew custom clothes for them. (Billy was a bit of an asshole but agreed to give you money because of stu) they couldn't have been happier with the result.

They think sewing is so cool now. And if you make a ghostface / mini them, that's it. Sewing is officially their favourite thing even if they don't do it. They have it on almost every single day.

Billy and stu probably tried to flex on Sidney and Tatum on the things you make for them and they were mildly concerned at the ghostface thing.

Billy will loudly look through your sketchbook in front of you, even though there's nothing to be ashamed of, it's like someone looking through your unfinished drawing sketchbook. (artists can relate.) stu will try to be a but sneaky but fails and goes along with Billy.

These men have no shame, and will proudly and confidently boast about what you make and how good you make it in front of random ass people you don't even know. Even when you're really embarrassed and telling them to stop.

These men will like anything you make and don't really have much to complain about. So they'll give a genuine thumbs up on pretty much anything.

They think the pin cushion is hilarious but make it horror themed and they'll think it's cool. They have no problem with you and dangerous objects and they think this is great for self defense.

[fandomnerd9602]

Stitched Together

Allyson Nelson-Strode x Wick! Reader

Part Two of 'Stitched' - Set during Halloween Ends

Life was moving quite well for you and Allyson Strode. You moved in together with your newly adopted dog. You were on friendly-ish terms with Ally's grandmother Laurie. You even made friends with the local mechanic, a good fellow by the name of Corey Cunningham. All seemed pretty easy going for you.

But then you got the call from the Chicago branch of the Continental. Allyson and Corey didn't know about your real job. The family business. You belong to the lineage of one Jonathan Wick. Most called him the Baba Yaga. You called him Dad.

But there was no time to dwell on that. The Continental called you to a meeting in its bar all the way in Chicago. You told Allyson that you'd have to attend a day conference and went out.

On the way out of town, you found a couple of band geeks beating up Corey, smashing a bottle of chocolate milk in his hand.

You throw the car into a spin and jump out, "hey!" you yell as you run to your friend's aid. The band geeks scatter. Corey looks to you, a little disappointed and a little angry.

"You alright Cunningham?"

"Could be better" he huffs as you quickly wrap his hand in a towel and guide him to your mustang.

It was a detour but you take Corey to the hospital. "Honey" you call out to your girlfriend, "stitch job needed"

She doesn't hesitate to begin the procedure, "well this brings back memories" she chuckles

"Huh?" Corey asks

"Allyson and I met this way" you shrug.

"I got this covered" Ally smiles at you, "you still heading to your meeting? Think you'll be back in time for the party?"

"Yeah" you wave at her as you head out, "I'll be back by tonight"

"Why don't you come with us, Corey?"

Corey actually smiles, "uh...sure."

You make your way out of Haddonfield and towards Chicago. Your destination lies in sight: the Chicago Continental. A building relatively similar to the one in New York.

You walk into the lobby and come face to face with Persephone, the concierge.

"Welcome back to the Continental, Mr. Wick" she smiles, her gothic eyes stare daggers into yours.

"Hey 'Seph" you state, "where is he?"

"The Bar" she smiles, "drinks have already been paid for."

You walk into the hotel's bar to find your grandfather, Winston, sitting there sipping a martini. "Hello (Y/N)" he smiles, "it appears that everyone in the family besides your father has been fighting some sort of slasher"

"New York?"

"Your brother is fighting Ghostface" he winces before taking another sip of his drink. "want anything to drink?"

"I have a drive home, can't drink" you smirk.

"Shame. I feel the Wick boys could use one"

"Maybe after. Why am I here?"

"Your assignment has not changed. We want the head of Michael Myers."

"Easier said than done, Winston"

He smiles, "I thought the Shape was no match for one of the Baba Yagas"

"I'm gonna need guns"

"Check with the armory here, no charge" Winston takes one last drink from his martini as you head out.

You load up on all your weapons. A shotgun with dragon's breath ammo, a bowie knife, and your family's favorite: the 9mm Pit Viper. Your dad would've approved.

Maybe it was some devilish machination or some cruel twist of fate but as you drove towards Haddonfield, something was afoot. Some evil influence had a desire for your friend.

Corey just so happened to run into those band geeks again. He was beaten and thrown over the edge of the bridge.

And something...or rather someone found him.

To Be Continued...

[eva-knits12]

Chris Evans Characters at Disney

Steve Rogers:

Steve has never been to Disney, seeing as how it was built when Steve was still frozen in the ice.

Steve and you take James, Sarah, and Margaret to Disney every year for Christmas break.

James, Sarah, and Margaret love finding the hidden Mickey's that are located through out the park.

Margaret loves dressing up as her favorite Star Wars character, Rey.

James and Sarah are usually in shorts and T-shirts.

You and Steve are also dressed in shorts, but Steve wears a polo shirt, and you're in a T-shirt.

You make sure that everyone wears comfortable shoes.

Sarah loves Cinderella's castle.

James and Margaret love Star Wars world.

You love the Simpsons world.

Steve tries Dole Whip and loves it.

The kids love the Mickey Mouse ice cream bar.

You, Steve, and the kids stay at the Grand Floridian.

The entire vacation is amazing, but not without the stress of planning.

Why didn't you listen to your gut instinct and work with a travel agent and a Disney liason.

Margaret cries because she doesn't want to leave.

James and Sarah have a story to tell their classmates when you all return to New York.

You try tell Margaret that you'll be back next year, but this makes her cry even more.

You get her a stuffed Mickey so that she can have something until next year.

Steve winds up holding her, consoling her, and tells her a story of him and uncle Bucky seeing Snow White.

It winds up with Margaret laughing.

Steve is also tossing Margaret up in the air and catching her, and tickling her to make her laugh and to make her smile.

Margaret is now laughing and smiling.

Ransom Drysdale:

Ransom has always wanted to go to Disney World, but he never got to growing up.

Your parents take him and Harlan and Katherine, and you wind up staying back in Boston.

It's better for you because of your MS, which means that you wouldn't be able to enjoy a number of the rides.

You would need a fast pass.

But it's great, because you, Ransom, the twins and your parents video call you every night during the trip.

The twins tell you about each ride-in detail, including the fact that Harlan threw up after he got off the roller coaster, which makes you laugh-and Ransom had to go back to the hotel to change his clothes, and shower, as Ransom was Harlan's unfortunate target.

Your dad has to make a joke out of it.

Your dad mentioned that he had gotten thrown up on multiple times when you and your brother were babies and kids.

Of course, he mentions that when you had the stomach flu when you were five, you threw up all over him and all over the couch.

"What goes in one end will come out the same end at one point."

Katherine got to meet her favorite Disney Princess, Cinderella, and Harlan got to meet his favorite Disney character, Peter Pan.

Harlan and Katherine were excited to meet Cinderella and Peter Pan, and even got to have their picture taken with them.

The next time, at the character breakfast, Harlan and Katherine dressed up as Cinderella and Peter Pan, and they got some candy from their favorite characters.

Harlan and Katherine come back with Mouse Ear hats with their names on it, and they got you a Mickey Mouse necklace and matching earrings with your birthstone (mine's citrine or topaz).

The twins, Ransom, and your dad had a wonderful time.

They stayed at the Grand Floridian.

Do you think the former trust fund playboy is going to have his family stay at just ANY hotel?

The twins can't wait to go again.

Andy Barber:

It's Joy's last day of first grade, and Penelope Rose's first birthday is the next day.

You and Andy pick Joy up from school, and present her with a plane ticket.

You and Andy helped Joy pack her suitcase this morning.

You and Andy already packed your bags.

Joy can't wait because she finally gets to meet her favorite Disney Princess, Belle.

You go to the airport right when you load Joy in her car seat.

Eventually, you board the plane, with Penelope on your hip.

Penelope is in a special seat that is approved by the FAA.

The girls fall asleep on the plane.

You arrive in Orlando a few hours later, and have dinner at the hotels restaurant after you check in.

You planned everything with a travel agent, and a Disney liason, who meets you at the hotel.

You, Andy, and the girls fall asleep.

The next day, you go to the park, and have Penelope in her stroller.

You are all wearing shorts and T-shirts, and comfortable shoes.

Andy makes sure that you have your insulin, that you have water and juice, and snacks.

You, Andy, and the girls spend the entire day at Disney World.

Dinner is great because Mickey and the Disney Princesses get to deliver Penelope a small cake, with slices of cake for the rest of the family.

Penelope dives right into her cake, but Andy removes the candle and Minnie Mouse toy that is on top of the cake.

The Princesses sang "Happy Birthday" to Penelope.

Penelope clapped and squealed.

Joy got to have her picture taken with Belle.

The girls come back with several souvenirs from their trip.

Joy got a really cool Belle doll that she won't take out of the package.

It's a collector's item.

Penelope is passed out after a long day at the park.

You are tired, and check your Dexcom.

Your sugar is normal, and you have a light snack before bed to keep your sugar up through the night.

Andy, you, and the girls leave, and they can't wait to go again!

They already want to go back at Christmas.

Jake Jensen:

You surprise Jake with tickets to Disney as an anniversary present.

You also bring the girls, because it would be cool to have a photo of the twins with their namesakes.

The girls are only nine months old, but they are smiling and laughing.

Jake has to go on every ride, and you have to tell him to slow down.

You and Jake take tons of pics, and you get your pic taken with Mickey and Snow White.

Jake and you get your pics taken with the Star Wars characters.

Everyone gets souvenirs of things they love-Frozen stuff for the girls, Star Wars and Marvel stuff for you and Jake.

You have a family portrait with Peter Pan.

You go to the Disney character breakfast.

The twins get to meet their namesakes, Anna and Elsa.

Jake WANTS to come back every year on your anniversary.

You are already planning to come back when the twins turn one.

You and Jake have already made plans to come back when the twins turn one.

Johnny Storm:

Johnny surprises you with tickets to Disney for your birthday.

You thought he forgot your birthday, but no.

He put the tickets in a small box, but you had to open the huge box, followed by several boxes to get your birthday present.

You find your suitcase already packed, and Johnny and you are headed to the airport.

You both grab an Egg McMuffin and some coffee at the airport.

Then, you both grab a Cinnabon.

You arrive in Orlando a few hours later.

You both check into the hotel, then go down to the hotel restaurant for lunch.

Dinner is ordered through room service.

The next morning is your birthday, so you and Johnny enjoy a round before you both shower, where you enjoy yet another round.

You both go the park after breakfast.

You look for the hidden Mickey's in the park.

Johnny puts you on a scavenger hunt.

He gives each character a clue, and each clue eventually leads you to Cinderella's castle.

Johnny is there, and he tells you how beautiful and amazing and intelligent you are.

Eventually he gets down on one knee, and proposes to you.

You say yes.

Your ring is perfect.

Your birthstone is in the middle of it, with diamonds that create a halo around it in a white gold setting.

A pic is taken with you showing off your ring as your kissing Johnny lovingly.

You also get your pic taken with your favorite Disney princess, who happens to see the ring, hugs you, and congratulates the both of you.

A year later, you and Johnny have your wedding at Disney.

The proposal and the wedding were just magical and beautiful.

[kaycode1999]

- From Anonymous

Hii! I am new to this matchup thing but wanted to try it out when I saw it. I wanted to request a BNHA matchup

-Well, I think I have a weird kind of personality. I am anti social and don't really talk to people because I have a hard time interacting with them, I have social anxiety and I am really insecure about myself. I have anger issues and depression which causes me to ghost people at times because I feel like I don't deserve them but on the other hand I act goofy all the time (at least that's what my friends say) and I am easily able to make people laugh, I am also a people pleaser so it's hard for me to say no to others.

- My pronouns are she/her and I am bisexual, though I attracted to guys more.

- I don't really have an aesthetic, I just dress depending on my mood. I really like the downtown aesthetic though (jeans, crop tops, headphones and a casual outfit overall.

- I like gaming, dancing and listening to music.

- My type uhm, maybe someone who's able to match my energy and doesn't hate me for my anger issues and my personality in general. But at the same time I also like people who are calm and balance my hyperactive self and are able to calm me down when I get irritated or feel stressed.

- I think that's it, there's not any character in particular that I don't wanna be matched with but please don't match me up with AFO or someone really old 😭

Thank you for your time, I really appreciate it!!

*I don’t know why but for some reason the way it came through it wouldn’t let me answer it or do anything to it so I have to do it this way *

I match you with

Dabi/ Touya Todoroki

He doesn’t exactly like being social either, he completely understands about social anxiety and insecurity

He also has a hard time interacting with others and he also understands insecurity very well

I believe he would never want to be like his dad especially where relationships are concerned so he wants to be uplifting to you

If he knows about your insecurities he will be as gentle and loving about it as possible because he wants you to feel good about yourself

He has depression and anger issues too so he is definitely understanding and non judgmental

I think after the people he’s been around; his dad and the LOV, he really appreciates the levity you bring and that you are good at getting people to laugh

He understands people pleasing on a personal level. Not so much now, but from when he was a kid desperately seeking his fathers attention and approval *seriously fuck Endeavor, he’s the worst*

If you want his help forming and maintaining boundaries to keep from burning yourself out he won’t mind, but he won’t push it either

He will game with you, or just chill and watch while he does his own thing

He loves watching you dance, but he also will dance with you if you want to. Any excuse to hold you close really

He would be fine to just chill and listen to music with you while you do your own things. Just relax and have some nice quality time

He definitely does not hate you for you having anger issues and he adores your personality

Yes he has his own anger issues and other issues, but that is most specific trigger related and not something that he takes out on you so he is more on the chill side

He’s chill enough towards you that it balances your hyperactivity

[slyvieselkie]

His Embrace

Warning: for the Dungeon Collection, dubious consent, rough sex, drunk reader makes sexual advances at unwilling male colleague, yandere ghost, violence

This ring tells the tale of a beautiful love from years and years ago. A romance that surpasses the classes of its time, a pure connection of a nobleman and his lovely common girl. He gifted her this ring, equivalent to a whole diamond mine today, as a symbol of his love and heart. It was a shame that the nobleman died early, they say he died of disease, but at least she was by his side until the last breath.

You doubt that neither the story nor the price was true, but it was a beautiful ring nonetheless. It was a thick golden band and heavily ornamented with intertwined snakes and flowers. The central stone was an old mine cut turquoise with smaller amethysts on either side. At least that's what you were told to justify the steep price for a flea market, but the ring was just calling out to you.

And now you wear it all the time, especially when leaving the house. Somehow you can just never forget to put it on before leaving the house. Even if it doesn't match with your clothes, it just needed to be there. But maybe it was a good thing, because life has been going great for you.

The project you've been stressing about was finally making progress. It was truly a strange situation. The director constantly giving you a hard time just approved everything in one go, he was kind of jittery and pale. And the supplier who kept rising the price broke his leg, which somehow led to him to signing the contract at half the original price.

Then there was that neighbourhood creep the other day. You were going on an afternoon run when he decided to follow you. Weirded out, you tried to ignore him but that made the creep scoot closer until he was right behind you and breathing into your neck. At that point you stopped and told him to back off.

Growing angry, he started shouting when a ball comes out of nowhere and bounces off his face. You gasp and turn to the kid who kicked it, the boy tries to apologise but the man completely blows up. That causes his dad to come out, a giant army man whose bark made the creep piss his pants and run off.

You also suspect its has magical powers, like making you doing things and then making you forget them. Because you swear you left your phone in the car but now its on the coffee table. And you're sure you forgot to bring fresh towels into the bathroom, so why was it in the cupboard? Like how do you keep forgetting that you've already taken the trash out?

All you can say is that ever since you've bought ring, life has become way easier.

....

Coming back from an alcohol filled party dedicated to your successful project, you giggle leaning onto your co-worker for support. He turns on the light of your bedroom and helps you lie down on the bed.

The man sighs as you roll back and forth babbling nonsense, "Geez, why'd you drink so much when you're a lightweight?"

Looking up at his blurry figure, your eyes sparkle before you pounce onto him. He's tackled onto the bed and groans when you sit yourself on top of him. Note to self: let someone take you home next time.

"Oi get off me", he tries to push you off but you whine and bounce in refusal.

A choked noise leaves the man because you're sitting on his pelvis and his hardening rod. Red alert, red alert, he needs to leave now. Your co-worker tries to run away but you catch him and the man screams in horror because you somehow took your shirt off and caught him at the same time in those few seconds.

He sobs as you press against him behind when there's a click, and the two of you turn to the door. The man's face turns pale and he shoves you onto the bed before quickly fleeing back to his car. He fumbles with the car key, almost face planting on your lawn, and slams the door shut. Some of the neighbours go to their window at the sound of a roaring engine so late at night.

You blink at the emptiness before falling flat onto your bed. The next time you open your eyes, there's a figure hovering over you.

Still a little drunk, you beam up at the figure and reach out to him, "You're back~!", your arms wrap around his neck and squish your cheek against him.

The man from your dreams was back.

It all started a few weeks ago when you opened your eyes and found a man hovering over you. You scream and try to scramble away from him, but a silky voice calms you down. He carefully glides towards you with a warm smile

You don't know how, but you came to the conclusion that it was a dream. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed a little translucent, surely if he was real there wouldn't be this white glow around him. So you accept his advances, because this was clearly just a dream. Right?

Plus you can never remember his face even he always makes you lose your breath every time you meet. He also makes you feel so shy with his intense stare, tasting your skin and crevices with his eyes. You'll try to hide under the sheets, and that's when he jumps in with soft cooing.

In your dreams, you have no control over what happens. The man uses his voice to take over your body, moulding you the way he likes and you can only accept whatever he's given you.

It always starts slow, he peppers kisses onto your face until you warm up and cling to him. Then your dreamy man will carefully remove the nightgown as if he's opening a fragile present, gliding his hands from your breasts down to your sides and grips your panties at the hips. He removes them smoothly and return to caressing your body.

Your man takes his time, using his mouth and hands to bring you over the edge. You sing the sweetest tunes for him and hold him like he's your lifeline. He gives back delighted praises and promises you more, he keeps his word every time.

Your nights with him are always pleasurable and delicate. Every orgasm he coaxes is tender and helps your body relax like the best massage. And the moments he chooses are also perfect. A peaceful morning when the particles in the air shimmer like sparkles. A colourful sunset with oranges, pinks, and lavender blurring your vision. In the silence of the night with a million stars and the moonlight makes your bodies glow.

You melt in his embrace and loll out your tongue for him to suck on while he thrusts into your fluttering walls. You moan into the pillow and tremble from the way he grinds into your ass. You beg him to continue even though you're about to pass out, pussy squelching as he hooks your legs over his shoulders.

The next time you wake up, you're glowing and refreshed for the day to come.

You wake up this time completely exhausted and unable to leave the bed. And most importantly, you remember what he looks like. You can only describe him as nothing less than heavenly, like one of those drop dead gorgeous characters from the romance books. Soft chestnut strands that slightly covered his glowing green eyes.

You tense up still feeling his presence. He had been angry last night, angry that you were whoring yourself to some common man. His honey voice hardened as he hissed in your ears.

"You harlot, had I not given you enough that you would open your legs for that bastard?"

You sobbed apologies but he wouldn't accept them, "It seems my kindness lead you to believe you could take advantage of me...I'll have to punish you for this, you'll regret every drop of liquor you consumed."

His eyes were sharp and storming with fury. They made you feel dirty and guilty for ever attempting to throw yourself at another man. He made you look at him the whole night so that you would learn your place.

There was no delicacy last night, it was cruel from the beginning you arrived. His hands gripped your body until it bruised, smacked your pussy and ass until bloomed into red for him. He sucked your neck and bit your nipples until you curled from the soreness. It was his version of purifying your body from that man's touch.

Tears stream down your hot cheeks which he licked up with a deep moan. Your voice goes hoarse from the begging and sobs, he only sneers at you and grips your throat tightly. Everything becomes hazy after that and you dance on the verge of suffocation in his embrace.

Your orgasms come crashing in heavy waves that he has no consideration for. He doesn't even fuck you on the bed, naughty girls don't get that privilege. Instead the man pounds you against the sofa until your lower half goes numb. He lifts you into the air and makes your heart drop every time his grip loosens. Your face gets shoved into the mirror so you can see what the filth you were.

Lastly, he makes you kneel on the ground and shoves his length down your throat. You cough and gag around it until he lets out a gasp and warm globs slide down into your stomach.

The last thing you see is a pained expression from the man towering over you, and then you're gone.

Now you deal with the aftermath by yourself, whimpering from the pain of every movement. Thank goodness it was your day off. You stumble into the bathroom and sit in the shower. With all your might, you turn the shower on and flinch at the cold water. But it also helps soothe your body, numbing the sore muscles and burning bites.

Finally feeling a bit better, you get yourself out of the shower and heat up some soup. You also prepare some hot tea for later on knowing that your throat was going to burning the whole day.

You only got to eat half of your simple meal before your doorbell was ringing. Without much thought, you ignore it thinking that it was some salesman. That was until the visitor started banging on your door and shouting. Ah, that was going to be your cousin.

"What the hell took you so long?", you raise an eyebrow at the audacity of this bitch, "You're lucky I even opened the door. What the fuck do you want?"

She scoffs and mutters, "Would've broken it down if you didn't. Anyways! I need a place to crash, let me stay over", you glance down at her giant bags and smile, "Hell no."

Before you could shut the door, she's shoving it back further, "What!? Why not?!", you roll your eyes, "Uhh I dunno, maybe because you went after my sister's boyfriend?"

The girl clicks her tongue, "You serious? Why do you care, it was your sister!? Plus she doesn't even care anymore!", you laugh in disbelief, "Because she's my sister and I fucking hate sluts like you! And she doesn't care because karma served you through the STD you got!"

With a scream she pushes her way into the house, you grunt stumbling back into the vase your mother bought and it shatters into a million pieces on the ground. The mess doesn't end there because the goddam bitch tries to wreck your house.

Keyword: tries. Because the moment she tries to throw your soup across the place, it's coming right back at her. Your eyes widen as liquid drips down her face while the bowl settles on her head like a hat. What the fuck was happening?

A piercing shriek escapes her when your cushion flies to her mouth and plugs it up. The bowl falls off and the bitch gets to witness the ceramic shards rise to the air and circle her. You've become frozen watching a sharp piece graze her cheek and she whimpers.

Then in the reflection of the black TV screen, you see him. The man from your dreams. And he has the most evil grin spread across his face, one that would make all of the serial killers cower in their cells. It stretches into impossible territory for human and you gulp.

"S-Stop, please?", he immediately snaps to you with a blank look before meeting your eyes in the screen.

The ghost tilts his head and you try to smile, "Just...kick her out?", he frowns and motions to snapping her neck, "No! No-", "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

His face distorts into fury at the way she shouts at you and sharp claws reaches for her stomach, "Ahhh!", you fall to the ground.

In that moment you don't even have to look to feel his presence. And you wonder how you've never noticed it until now. With a soft smile, your head falls to where his shoulder would be.

"Let her go, you and I have a lot to talk about."

That was all he needed to hear before your cousin was being thrown across the street and the door locks. Your breath hitches as everything reverse to before she arrived and he starts forming in front of you.

"You were very mean last night", you huffed and he leans in unimpressed, "My angel was found dancing for another man, what was I supposed to do?"

You roll your eyes as he carries you to the couch, "I was drunk!", "Indeed, foolishly drunk. I expect that not to happen again."

He doesn't let you argue, smothering your face with kisses and smirks at your irritation, "What a con artist, gentleman my ass", you grumble, "Never said I was."

The brunette man nuzzles into your neck and runs his hand across your body. Instantly, all the pain he gave you disappears and you sigh in relief. You bathe in his apologetic touches and his voice becomes the lullaby you need to drift off to sleep.

The last thing you hear in his embrace is, "You are mine, forever and ever. And I'll kill anyone that dares to touch what is mine."

What a frightful ring you have brought home.

[shmowder]

ah, georigy lover. give us your smut hcs on your little "judge"

my gerontophilia is showing again, isn't it?

Where do I start? Where do I begin? Is there a moment of the day where obscene thoughts of that man don't invade my mind?

No, there is not.

How is he so attractive? Is this why I was down bad for Shadowheart's dad before in the other blog? Is this why I wanted to fuck Admiral Hackett so much?

God have mercy.

I'll save you a seat in hell next to mine, anon. For now, let's wallow around in our sin akin to happy pigs in their own filth and sexualise this old man.

His arms oh god his veiny arms! The arms of a weilder, a builder. A sculpter and a sculpture himself. Do you know what it takes to still look this strong and capable for a man his age?

Or how he still puts effort into his appearance. A trimmed combed beard, brushed styled grey hair, and clean smooth skin. He's very well-groomed and majestic.

The apron he wears is doing something to my brain. A kingly grand man like him in such a humble apron, rolled up sleeves and tools at hand. He's not shy to get his hands dirty despite how grandiose he looks and acts. He is truly the ideal man.

Reminiscent of old greek philosophers who were strong enough to hold their own in fights, who backed their words with action and planning, who set the foundations and principles of which whole civilisations were created upon.

I want him to throw me on the bed and manhandle me, even though he will never do it because brutality is not his style. He is far too sophisticated for that.

The idea of him being condescending under the guise of politeness is extremly hot for some reason, how it would fly over my head because I can only understand something when it's as subtle as a brick to the face.

No no, me and you anon, us common folks would never match or catch up to his mind. He'd rather treat us as naive children, actually even lesser, pets more likely.

Don't you want to be his cute little pet that he doesn't bother explaining complex concepts to, because he knows your brain is too small to comprehend it?

He's not blind, he's aware to how much you drool over his body. How shamelessly attracted you are to someone his age and status, tiptoeing the thin line between bravery and stupidity.

Georgiy doesn't even entertain your attempts to make yourself seem anything more than you are. You could try to appear smarter, stronger, or more capable in order to impress him, but he can see right through you.

You don't have to do any of that. He couldn't care less, really. He sees your worth beyond these superficial traits, there is beauty in the mundane, and the best statues were chiseled down from rocks and marble, neither diamonds nor gems.

Be his pet, indulge in your most primal instincts around him. It's only expected you'd want to submit to someone like him, it's in your nature to seek guidance and approval from those older and wiser.

Sit on the floor between his legs, lay your head on his thigh as you watch him work on shaving down a wooden branch, observing the beautiful shape taking form gradually with his careful yet confident movement.

Act as a pet should, nuzzle your face against his shirt until he gives you the attention you're so desperate for. Petting your head and playing with your hair, praising you for remaining patient and so well behaved.

Would you like a collar? He handmade it himself from expensive leather, connected every part with expert craftsmanship. He'd lift your chin so you properly look at him while he fastens the collar around your neck.

Or maybe you'd prefer something more delicate? A silky ribbon that feels unbelievably soft against your skin. Airy fabric that drapes down your collarbone, two strands swaying on a particularly windy day. He'd wrap it around your neck each morning, tie it into a beautiful bow before allowing to be on your way.

Continously fixing it for you throughout the day, asking you to step closer, come here, just like that, what a good pet you are. Let him adjust your collar or fix your loosening ribbon for you.

A proof of ownership around your neck, a constant reminder that you may never escape nor forget as you feel it tickle your throat with every breath you take. Never too confining but neither quite like freedom.

An illusion, a mix of both worlds.

At least he isn't degrading enough to attach a tiny silver bell to it, not that he didn't consider the idea. The temptation is a constant at the back of his mind, yet he'd rather have you ask for it out of your own accord, even if he has to wait.

He has all the time in the world after all, doesn't he?

Being the centre of your whole world, Georgiy is akin to the sun above to you. Having you wrapped around his finger, always nearby, pulling just enough to keep you in orbit but not strong enough to consume you whole with his blazing flames.

You're fragile, he realises. He wouldn't want to accidentally break your mind, neither shatter your world. If dancing with the shadows on the wall makes you content then wouldn't it be cruel of him to snuff out the flames?

No, you may play and live freely. He's as much of a protector to you as the cage's gold-plated bars are to a songbird

The sexual nature of your relationship rarely crosses his mind, it's just not as a prominent part of his life, not anymore, diminished with alongside youth by the time wearing down all forms of novelty and dulling desire.

A tasteful kiss satisfies his needs better than any prolonged nights of animalistic lust. Even as he presses your lips together, it's more sentimental than sexual, pouring his emotions and devotion into it.

Slow and tender, teaching you patience and restraint as you melt against his lips. It's almost sinfully innocent how chaste his kisses are in comparison to the deviant relationship the two of you have.

And yet he is anything but dismissive to your own libido and needs, Georgiy is never negligible of his beloved treasured pet.

He attends to your needs regularly even if he himself doesn't gain any relief from it, using his calloused fingers to bring you pleasure.

Stroking your hair as you move your hips up and down, indulging your carnal needs and bringing you the euphoric release you crave so much.

Expert hands learning how to properly play your body, tuning it, and discovering all of its secrets.

The relationship you share is the furthest thing from what's socially acceptable. It's basic degeneracy plain and simple, even amidst this progressive and open minded town, they'd never understand the dynamic the two of you have.

Neither does he ever expect them to, tha Kains grew used to having their visions constantly doubted and their proven facts dismissed.

Even if the two of you are not on equal footings, even if you are world aparts, you still make it work. Slot together so perfectly like two souls lost in the night, drifting amidst a stagnant sky, a lone planet orbiting a massive star.

[hils79]

Hils Watches The King's Avatar - Ep 29

Due to unforseen circumstances my babysitting has been cancelled tonight so I'm going to watch a couple more episodes. I should be finished some time next week and I'm not ready for it to be over even though I have loads of other dramas on my to watch list

Okay, I said this in the replies of the previous episode's post but I'm going to say it here too. Apparently this storyline isn't in the book. Why is it here? Was this added just to provide some extra drama? Ye Xiu's best friend died they really don't need to add parental angst as well.

I am really not a fan of the message that you should forgive your family just because they're your family. Ye Xiu has a family that loves him, they're just not his biological family. He doesn't need the approval of his abusive dad. His dad hasn't apologised for kicking him out when he was still a teenager and clearly isn't going to now.

You didn't need to make him this sad just because everyone else on the team has a sad backstory. His dead best friend IS his sad backstory.

Oh fuck now he's crying. NO IT'S TOO SAD I WANT TO GO BACK TO FAMILY CUDDLE PILES

I swear if his dad shows up to watch him play and that's considered enough I will throw my laptop out the window

That is an excellent team name

I love them

Well, we now know which of his boyfriends he likes to tease and which one he likes to coddle

Wait why has he gone back to wearing a mask? He hasn't worn one for any of his other matches with Team Happy. Doesn't everyone know what he looks like now?

Oh they are going to destroy you. But I mean the part about Ye Xiu being their dad isn't entirely wrong.

While I appreciate the joke you can't convince me not a single person wanted to come and watch Ye Xiu play even if they didn't care about the rest of the team. I saw how many people were at his retirement event.

Oh no

Aww look they have one (1) fan

Uh, bit harsh

Do not threaten my son!

I do like that her girlfriend tells it to her straight (pun not intended)

Aww yay. See, that's the way to do it. Yes, you fucked up in a really stupid way but we'll deal with it as a team

I fucking knew his dad was going to show up. The team is 2-0 down and Ye Xiu is about to play an individual game. Either his dad being there is going to make him play even better or throw him off his game entirely.

But aww it got him to take his mask off. I guess that was why he was wearing it. So he could symbolically take it off when he saw his dad

Aww the (other) girlfriends are on the same page. I'm up to 600 screenshots from this drama now

Aww yay glad he kicked ass even with his dad there

Haha! Okay I love this! He has no idea that's Ye Xiu's dad and he trying to get him into the spirit of being a fan.

[dorizardthewizard]

Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 19 - 21

Episode 19:

Hush Sharky: I should've picked Mark, nothing exciting will ever happen following Thran!

Is that meta

Well this romance between Mark and Nina-8 is progressing quickly huh

Nina-8 says it's hard for her to trust others hmmmm

And there we have it, an explanation for Ahito's sleepiness – he stores the Breath within himself, which can wear him out. Pretty cool, although it does bring up some questions. Does his dad do that too, since he has the same problem? How did that excess get released before he started playing Galactik Football? Why is he just doing better now I don't think we ever actually covered that in season 2

OK imagine you're chilling having a normal conversation and your friend just does a backflip out of nowhere. I would definitely be reacting like D'jok hahah

Thran: I'm coming with you Clamp! Clamp: No, it's too dangerous!

Thran: But the writers said it's MY turn to have a fun adventure with the pirates!

Thran really said, if the writers aren't gonna give me any interesting sideplots, I'll do it myself! RESPECT.

Artegor (completely deadpan): I am excited. It doesn't show?

HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR FR

Ahito covering for Thran is so cute, of course Thran would let his brother know

Why ARE the Paradisia girls referred to by their numbers?

Huh, this data link thing that the Paradisia players do is pretty cool

This hack for the space port entry code is pretty dumb but it's fine I'll just insert some star trek technobabble here in my mind. Aaaaand done, GO THRAN! And yaaaay Thran the Pirates fan gets approval from the man himself

A rare corner kick!

I don't know anything about football but this goalkeeper goal seems kind of bullshit to me. Like was that necessary?

NOOOOO WARREN :( Barry calling it an end of an era, I guess it's not just the Snow Kids who get that press treatment after losing a match. But the Lightnings haven't been to the finals in three seasons and Warren is probably getting older :(

Team Paradisia slayed though

Awww poor Nina-8 :( Hmm what plan is Nikki-4 talking about, I don't remember much after the Paradisia tournament. I do like the conflict between the two, they may be twins but Nina-8 has a much softer personality than Nikki-4. And with her not being on the team until D'jok left, I wonder if she was already trying to distance herself from them a bit and try to live her own life. Which is pretty symbolic for an identical twin.

Well Mark's love drama has more potential than the love triangles they were doing until now, if only they'd given it more screentime and development

Hush Sharky is kind of underreacting for a journalist who just found out a galaxy-class footballer and his coach are in cahoots with the leader of the pirates

Again, the budget of this show might be low, but they actually have quite a lot of locations and the background art is always really good.

Sonny taking his mask off on Paradisia because he saw some plants sfjkdfssf that was unnecessary, he's so extra! And they're lucky the weather conditions are still perfectly fine for humans.

Episode 20:

I guess Mice Delight is delicious to robots only haha

D'jok Mei and Micro-Ice being besties ahhhh I love it

Mice is playing a delicate game? Since he lied to Zo-leen so he could hide he's going to meet Yuki, what are they implying there?

Oooo 3-2 to the Xenons! The Rykers really gave them a run for their money!

STEVENS INTERVIEW! STEVENS IS GONNA TALK EVERYONE SHUT UP!!

OH THEY FUCKED UP HIS DUB VOICE. NEVER MIND.

But seriously Callie should get a raise for finding them LOL, nice little animation touch of him looking around the whole time he's talking to her. Sir you would be harder to spot if you weren't wearing your football kit. It's ok, yeah I know the animators don't have the budget. Hang in there, buddy

Stevens top scorer in the cup!! It might seem strange with him not having a flux, but it seems reasonable to me considering the Pirate's style of play. They always score at least one goal in their games, and he's pretty much always the one who does it. For other teams, the goal scoring is a bit more shared between different players. Plus it's still early in the cup.

KING. I LOVE THIS INTERACTION. Stevens keeping it real even before the Technoids showed up, I'll say we've had some good Pirates moments this season

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm are they suggesting Micro-Ice is two-timing between Zo-Leen and Yuki? Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh.................

And since when was Zo-Leen all over Micro-Ice again anyway? She seemed just friendly during the Paradisia tournament

Why is this friendship between Harvey and Lord Phoenix actually kind of cute?

Awwww the Snow Kids are the best Yuki fanclub

These seats at Genesis stadium aren't actually seats, it's more like an amphitheater and they're not very comfortable. No back rest!

I love Stevens's goals, obviously he can't just use the flux to smash it so his style is more technical

ASHDFJSDF in this season you can hear the Pirates celebrating (and also grunting while running?) and it's so silly, they just gave them stereotypical gruff pirate voices

Games between other teams are funny because there will be like. Exactly one new animation in the whole game. Literally everything else is stock footage

This soundtrack slaps by the way

The Pirates goalkeeper's signature head shake lol

Sorry guys I love Yuki I really do but you know who I'm rooting for

The Elektra's flux confuses me, it looks solid enough for them to ride on it?

This season is really just dunking on Barry whenever they can huh, Artegor's laugh and trying to pass it off as nerves SDJFKDFS I LOVE HIM THANK YOU VOICE ACTOR FOR NOT LEAVING

Oooo that water skating trick does look really cool! I like that since season 1, we've seen more creative fluxes

Well as much as I love the Pirates I'm happy for the Elektras, and Yuki! She's come so far from her nervous self in season 2 and I'm so proud of her

TIA SECOND TOP SCORER YESSS!!! I would go back to check if the number of goals is actually correct but I cba

If I had a nickel for every time a romantic breakup has happened this season at the taxi stop with one of the parties telling the other to forget about them, I would have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

AND NOW MICE IS HAPPY JUST BECAUSE ZO-LEEN KISSED HIM?? YUKI ALREADY KISSED YOU IN SEASON 2! YOU JUST FORGOT ABOUT HER NOW? YOU DIDN'T EVEN CARE FOR ZO-LEEN This love plot with Mice is so stupid I can't even be bothered to comment on it anymore.

Episode 21:

D'jok seems to be perfectly back to normal and on friendly terms with the others as if nothing happened. Compare to season 2 where Rocket's Netherball stint had consequences and his return was not so smooth!

Ahito you couldn't think of a better excuse for Thran leaving? 😂 I do feel like we could have had a better reason in the story for Thran ending up with the Pirates, it IS a bit weird that he says he has to go on a mission with them but he doesn't actually have a reason to, and this is before the SEMI-FINAL. That's a bit too important to be sneaking off because... you just want to?

I need this screenshot in good quality

I love that Bennett being the hacker guy is a thing that's consistent throughout the season

Lord Phoenix somehow grabbed literally all of them at once sijfsdkdk except Harvey. Fuck robot rights I guess

Warren coaching time! I love how he's always willing to lend a helping hand for these things, whether it's giving D'jok a talk about what's important in season 1, trying to get Rocket out of Netherball in season 2 or helping with training here. What a guy, truly Mr. Galactik Football

Huh, that's an interesting little way to use the Lightning's flux. It's like static electricity keeping them together

sfdkjdsf I would do this too. Actually I do do this to my short friends. I'm also short but they're shorter so I gotta take my wins when I can

Micro-Ice and Tia duo! I love them I wish we saw more of them as a fun pair, they would get up to such hijinks together. Sibling vibes!

Emo Mark hours

Well, you tried Mice. Maybe try to get him to open up about his problem instead of just trying to cheer him up?

Clamp: No, that's not it, it's- Sonny: What is it, Clamp? Say something!

Clamp: BITCH I WAS ABOUT TO BEFORE YOU INTERRUPTED ME

Nice one Brim Simbra, I like that we got to see him actually doing something lol

This dilemma about Adim and Aarch's relationship due to her being league president was never mentioned before, why did they never consider this? Should've built that up earlier instead of that random Artegor plot

Lord Phoenix: Paradisia was such a beautiful planet

Idk man it doesn't look THAT bad right now, the UK looks like that every day

I can't show the video because I used my 1 video per post limit for Stevens talking but there's this super fucking weird segment where Nork says the Elektras-Paradisia match will be the first all female semi-final ever, and Barry dreamily says this is a "fantasy" GFC? And Nork is like "you said it! Team Paradisia...." in this dreamy way again and Callie has to cough and change the subject? Hey what the fuck was that???? This season tried to be more blatant with the girl power messaging but then puts in moments like this?????

YAAAAAAY XENONS TIME

Wait Thran is in this teamup shot? Did he already get back?

Oh I really love this interaction between D'jok and Luur before kickoff – no intimidation dance from the Xenons, just a meaningful handshake between a guy who almost plummeted to his death last season, and the player that saved him. Idk if the writers were intentional with this but if so, it's a really nice example of subtle writing and events of the previous season carrying over.

Wait yeah the Pirates aren't back yet! In which case, Aarch is pretty chill for a coach who is missing a player for A SEMI-FINAL MATCH. Eh I guess at this point he's just given up with these kids

Oh damn Brim Simbra actually died, I like that they went through with that so the explosion on Paradisia had consequences. Could have also opened up some interesting avenues with the new flux society leader in season 4 – maybe he'd want to do things differently?

But it's also kind of hilarious that Brim Simbra's very last action as flux society leader... was to delegate the galaxy saving to Sonny Blackbones yet again LOL

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hiii I hope your pregnancy is going oh so smooth!! (I am curious have you had any weird cravings or anything? If so what’s your favorite one?)

And Can dad twice and jun return? (Imagine if the reader dyed juns hair half grey and half black like twices mask)

(Anon, I'm putting the baby info at the end below a line so it doesn't junk up the ask for you! So anyone wanting info on the pregnancy so far, hit read more line!)

(AND HELL YEAH! DAD TWICE MAKES A RETURN!)

~Mini Makeover~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-The first dad!Jin content was done about a year or two ago so let's touch back down on that in case anyone has forgotten! Again, Jin is the best dad ever on top of being the best spouse. Ever since Jun was born (or adopted), she'd had him in his corner at all times. Should she ever need anything in the world, he'll be there without question for her. She is in fact the center of his entire world...or dare I say his universe!

-On top of everything else, she's very spoiled but lacks a nasty attitude you'd expect to come along with it thankfully. He's been trying to take it down a notch for a very long time, and is just now managing to learn how to say no to her. Of course it crushes every bit of him to do so, but he knows it's important to be done occasionally. One of the things he's been wrestling with is her altering her appearance at such a young age.

-Jun has budded from a silly and curious 2 year old to an independent 4 year old with a big voice. She speaks her little mind and doesn't lack any confidence no matter the situation at hand. So that's why when she came home from school in a gloomy mood, you were admittedly both worried sick about her. With some careful prying you were able to get a good handle on what happened. There was a new little girl in her class today and supposedly the kid was very popular with the others. Her defining trait you ask? The rainbow colored dye hair.

-So with a kids this young it's understandable everyone would be excited to see hair like that. It was a long night after you'd put Jun to bed. You were the one that tried to convince Jin to let her go through with it and man was he stubborn as hell with you for the first time since dating. He was concerned about the chemicals or the dangers of doing it. On top of that, he didn't want he to lose confidence in her natural features at such a young age or become obsessed with having to change herself for the approval of others. "She doesn't need tom change her hair. It's already two toned." He referred to her natural singular blonde streak she possessed.

-After pulling out every single tactic you had to use against him (yes...that too) you were finally able to convince him to let you dye her hair. The very next day was a Saturday and the weekend. You and Jun had went to the store to find some non-toxic and kid friendly hair dye along with a few cute accessories and some new shoes too. You'd returned home and kissed Jin on the cheek as a thank you for letting you do it. He had to admit it made his heart flutter when he watched his daughter rush past him into the bathroom to eagerly go through with the process.

-When she'd emerged she seemed even more confident than ever before. He sighed a bit of relief to notice it didn't seem all that bad either. She'd chosen a half black half grey dye job because apparently it reminded her of 'daddy's mask' (which obviously made his heart swell with warmth all over again for his little girl. You'd decided Monday to let him pick her up from school so he could get whatever details on her day she would give him. It seemed to be the right choice since he'd come home smiling more widely than her. There wasn't a thing in the world that could bring him down when he knows his child is happy.

*TW for me talking too much about personal stuff*

(Oh anon things are a little rough but this ask was sent in a while back so it's when we didn't know. But in case anyone else was wondering, the baby has been diagnosed with like 3 different heart deformities and will need surgery as soon as he's born. Like within the first week of birth, and has to be put on a special medication. Meanwhile, my husband and I have essentially been scheduled a crap ton of doctor appointments both in town AND and hour/and half away from home as well. I'll have to give birth in my state's main hospital instead of the one home so that means I won't be close to family. The baby will have to heal in the ICU for a month straight so I lost my opportunity at a happy pregnancy, the newborn phase, and any hope for skin to skin contact after birth. Whew what a mouthful! Anyway, I'm taking it one day at a time, and I appreciate you and anyone that checks in on me here and there!)

[carrinth]

Carrinth's Initial Impressions of DA: Awakening (1/?)

*possible spoilers?*

I was warned that DA:A was buggy and could possibly miss out recruitment/quest completion but my god, I didn't realize it would be a whole laundry list >_>. After some readings and MUCH internal debating, I decided to play at the recommended order. Which makes Justice the last quest :(( Noooo! Now I'm Sad. Wait for me Second Spirit Husband! 😫

Hello obviously temporary party member.

Wow Anders is REALLY different from his DA2 counterpart. I think I understand more why people were so upset. :o It's not just the voice, it's how he talks too. ...Why am I getting serious Alistair vibes from you.

DA2 Anders, you are still my fav First Apostate Husband.

... Marzel and Anders are wearing the same outfit. One of us has to change.

There we go.

Seriously mages have almost NO fashion options in DA 😭

DA:O - The Joining ritual is super secret hush-hush with Special Ingredients and Recipe known only to the Senior Wardens; DA:A - Seneschal dude who isn't even a Grey Warden: free drinks for all~!

Oghren why has your approval reset :(

Nathaniel Howe. Your voice... doesn't match your face. You inherited your dad's erm, striking looks eh? I'm so sorry.

CAT. 🐱

First convo with Anders: "Mages should be FREE." Ohhhh, there you are DA2-ish Anders my beloved. Ok, he's the same guy. Sorta.

Just a bunch of Grey Warden bros.

OMG it's Wade and Hereen! The dialogue!!! Turnip Keep! XD XD XD Hereen why are you so nice to me now? Didn't you kick me out of your shop previously because I enabled your partner's crafting kink?

Decided to go recruit Sigrun! Hopefully I won't break any quests but I'm just gonna go ahead!

Idk but I feel like I like the gameplay of Awakening better? I think since we're all Grey Warden, there's this weird feeling of camaraderie? Like doing Warden things with your Warden bros. Whereas in Origins, it was more people along for the ride temporarily rather than part of your team. Does that make sense??

Could also be because Marzel now has Phenomenal Cosmic Powers and can control the battlefield better resulting in less dying lol. Let's go Storm of the Century baby~!

[oyasuminto]

Ok, but Argus children after they’re adults (and after some good therapy sessions) looking at their parents clearly abusive marriage, maybe one of them even confronting him about and saying how fucked his relationship with their mother is? Because I don’t think he would take it very nicely!

>:3c perfect time for me to use those fankids I made

Their parents' relationship has always been a matter of contention among the Sullivan siblings.

As the oldest child and, until the twins were born, the only son, Atticus knows all two well what an awful fucking bastard his father is. He's watched Argus beat his mother black and blue, leaving her to sob and scream threats of suicide and murder and murder-suicide from her place on the floor. He can remember all the times his father struck him for stepping out of line, the gasping and sputtering after Argus punched him right in the back, winding him.

He can remember the fear of being choked by his own father, clawing at his hands, and almost passing out before his mother broke a lamp over Argus' back. The ensuing beating was the most violent he'd witnessed up to that point; a broken nose, dried blood matting her dirty blonde hair, and her glasses shattered against her face.

Molly and Carrie, the two oldest daughters, are no less familiar with just how toxic their parents' relationship is. They thought it was normal at first, of course pa has to hit ma, that's just how marriages are.

Molly was the first to realize that wasn't the case. She still cringes remembering the stares she got when she expressed shock that her best friend's mom didn't even get slapped for talking back to her husband. She considers herself lucky for rarely drawing her father's ire. She deflates when she realizes it's only because she was desperate for his approval. No boyfriends, no clothes that wouldn't be approved by a hyper-conservative Catholic school, nightly phone checks, he had to meet all her friends and their parents before she could even text them.

Carrie wasn't so lucky. She swore he was going to have a heart attack the first time she came home with black and purple hair, dark and dramatic make-up, and clothes that would immediately get her dress coded. She still grins whenever she sees that little scar on her dad's cheek. Fucker didn't think her dumb fake nails could do anything. She had to prove him wrong.

Rebecca doesn't know what her siblings are talking about! Sure it's not fun hearing ma and pa fight, but all couples fight, don't they? Besides, pa has always been so sweet! He spent so many hours making portable wooden ramps for Rebecca after she got her wheelchair, and he carries her around whenever there's stairs! He may be overbearing, and maybe it's a little annoying that she's babied more than her sibling... but pa loves her! He tells her that all the time! Ma does, too, she was always telling Rebecca that pa needed to let her grow up, but he just wanted her to be safe, didn't he?

Will and Wendy have always been the babies of the family, even when they no longer were. They'd defend their pa to their dying breaths! He's a great dad, and they don't understand why the oldest three hate him so much! Will only grew more defensive when pa slinked into the house with a black eye and a split lip after one of his and Atticus' regular screaming matches.

Wendy, meanwhile, never thought much of Atticus and Argus' rivalry. She always assumed they were roughhousing, like when she and Will were kids who'd bite and pull each other's hair. Of course as she grew older and began to understand what "fucking abusive piece of shit" and "your ma wanted to abort you" meant, she realized that wasn't the case...

Argus had forbidden any of his kids from seeing a therapist, or even a school guidance counselor. "My fuckin' kids are fine!" He'd say, even as his youngest got sent home after biting three people in one day. "Ain't nothin' wrong with 'em," he'd insist, while his eldest compulsively cheated or dumped his girlfriends as soon as they wanted to get serious.

Sure. The Sullivan kids were totally normal, well-adjusted, all-American youths. What a fucking joke.

Carrie never listened to her father's anti-therapy, anti-psychiatry ramblings about people trying to fuck with his brain and how "none of that shit's even real! They just want y' money!"

Her therapist had their work cut out for them.

Especially when Molly and Atticus began awkwardly hanging around the waiting area, Molly compulsively chewing on her little paper cup and Atticus angrily tapping his foot.

Three siblings, one therapist, and the worst family dynamic most people have ever seen.

The next morning is tense, suffocating, like hands grabbing and squeezing and choking the life out of those present.

How familiar.

"I heard the Edwards' are probably getting divorced." Atticus can feel a set of eyes boring right into his soul. "Yeah, I heard Mrs Edwards was caught in bed with a dashing young blond man."

Argus' utensils loudly clatter against his plate, causing his wife to flinch. "You disgustin' motherfucker."

"Guilty as charged."

"Where the fuck did I go wrong, I thought I taught y'all that cheatin' and shit ain't fuckin' right."

"Please, can we not fight? I don't wanna do this..."

"Shut the fuck up, Cher."

Atticus slams his hands on the table. "At least I don't beat my wife and kids. At least I'll never trap some poor bastard in a shitty loveless marriage. At least I can admit I'm a piece of shit."

The enraged glare Atticus receives is almost enough to make him cower, almost. He's not a scared little kid any more. He's a grown-ass man, one who's only hanging around for the sake of his mother and siblings.

"Outside. Now."