#is there something i should know my beloved

[pukicho]

You've changed, man. I don't know what it is but some time in the past six months your shitposting got a bitter edge to it. Sure you could blame the political climate or world events on it but...I dunno. I used to scroll your blog to momentarily escape the hardships of today but now it feels like even you're not a safe place any more. I wish you luck on your journeys onwards but I'm sorry to say I cannot travel with you any more. Be well, puki, and I hope whatever troubles you passes.

Escapism is important and I try to offer that to a degree, but ultimately, I am a person. I experience hardships, I empathize with the worsening conditions of my world. As long as I care about things external to myself, I will subtlety, or blatantly express them in some way in my blog, which I’ve done for years, not merely 6 months.

Unbeknownst to you, these concerns are often the inspiration for some of my most beloved posts.

You’re free to leave of course, if my 1 serious post out of every 30 fucks your day up that badly, then please, feel free! - I simply don’t see my blog as escapist fluff, it never has been, even if that is often the outcome. My page has always been about my interests, and I just so happen to enjoy making people laugh.

I see it more as a fun place to hang out and express the feelings I feel inclined to express, most of which are fun and goofy, some of which are not. I love our little playful back-and-forths, and I enjoy seeing your insights, even if some of you are fucking stupid as shit. Sometimes I just like using you guys as little guinea pigs, testing my odd expressions out on you, and sitting back and seeing the outcome.

Ultimately, I try to balance balance 3 things on my page:

Comedy, as you know - I like making jokes, I like testing them out on people. Even if they suck, I like writing them regardless. Sometimes I sit back after writing something I know objectively sucks, hit send, and watch as everyone tells me how much it sucks. It brings me joy.

A desire for money - because if not, I wouldn't be able to make posts half as often as I do (ie, shirt sales, promoting my music, etc) - Sometimes that anxiety for money also bleeds into my posts, it has for years; and I hold back from being even more desperate about money than I feel I should be sometimes.

And the point you brought up: The occasional comment on something real that matters to me. - Over the past 3 years, if not longer, I’ve made a few uncharacteristically-serious statements on things like Covid, Gaza, The Presidency, hell, even the indigenous people of Australia... and more.

Why do I feel inclined to discuss these things? Because I want to. My page has always been about what I want. Fortunately for you, what I usually want to do is to make you laugh! But sometimes I wish to express other feelings, because I have a platform that allows my voice to travel further than that of others!

For those angry at all the qualms I don't bring up, try to understand my balancing act, as someone who understands your desire for escapism, and the comfort that it brings you. If the veil falls, remember, we are of like-company - - and maybe, this veil was only ever in your head to begin with.

[kyunniebuns]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 059 - Lover! HSR Men x Fem! Reader: Period Cramps ♡ ˎˊ˗

꒰ Dan Heng, Aventurine, Caelus, Sunday ꒱

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝔻𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕘 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Dan Heng is actually a veteran in taking care of girls during their periods. Why? You have March 7th to thanks for that. His poor friend's cramps are hell so he stepped up to assist whenever he can if Himeko isn' present to soothe her.

So when it comes to you? It's no problem really, he even enjoys the fact that you're relying on him for this since it shows that you trust him entirely.

Does he track your period schedule? Definitely, he has a tracker installed in his phone that he always checks. Periods are tricky and he wants to know incase anything wrong comes your way.

A little overdevoted of him, but you're not complaining. Why would you?

He has everything prepared a week advanced before your period.

Heating pads? Check. Extra napkins? Check. Snacks? Check. Chocolates? Check. Medicine for cramps? Check. Plushies? Washed and ready.

"Is your stomach acting up? No?" Dan Heng asks as he secures the blanket over you after placing a heating pad on your belly.

"I hate being a girl..." You complain, curling up further beside him for comfort.

"I know, but just for a few more days, it'll be alright" He says, stroking your head lovingly. "How about a movie? There are a bunch of new movies I managed to download."

"Okay..."

You actually passed out halfways into the movie, which Dan heng of course predicted already since he had the lights in his room already turned off. He changed the heating pad on your stomach first before tucking himself back in.

"Goodnight," Dan heng mumbles, placing a peck on your forehead before pulling you in for a cuddle.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝔸𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"There we go" Aventurine gently settles you down on the bed after placing an extra towel on it. "Is that better, love?"

You nod, cuddling the teddy bear he bought you just because you're on your monthly hell.

Your period week is strictly a no-gambling and no-business-trips time for Aventurine. Even if his bosses and the other stonehearts decide to bug him into doing stuff.

He values your happiness and comfort above all else, even work. So to hell with them if the ipc blows up out of nowhere during your menstruation. Aventurine will just throw a middle finger at them and laugh at their misery.

Aventurine was so dedicated he spent hours reading books about periods and even goes so far to research good napkin brands that wont make you itch.

He wants nothing more than the highest of qualities for his beloved who is going through a lot just because a woman's body decided to evolve suffering like this. he even has some doctors on stand by just incase anything goes wrong.

Of course, we can't forget his philanthropic side— this peacock man needs to spend his money on you even for the littlest things. You'll be having brand new jewelry, cosmetics and perfumes coming in rapid succession for you as well as a barrage of kisses to go along with it.

"My poor princess, are you sure you don't need anything else?" He asks, kissing each and every one of your fingers. "Should I order some shortcakes for you? Or should I call the doctor to check on you?"

"Vasha... I'm not bedridden..." You say.

"I know, but I would rather not risk anything happening bad, so if anything hurts too much you must tell me" Aventurine simply smiles.

"Your kisses are more than enough"

"Who am I to say no to that?"

And with that, he dives in to pepper your precious and pretty face with pecks.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ ℂ𝕒𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕤 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"Okay, everything is settled" Caelus nods to himself after making a makeshift pillow fort in his bed for you to snuggle in.

The plushies he had ordered just arrived in time with your menstrual cycle. He made sure to ask March 7th about this just to be sure too. He can't screw this up—

Yeah, he's acting like he's about to go through something major or something. What an idiot.

Your lovable idiot atleast.

"Cae? I'm back" You say, walking out of the bathroom after changing your napkin. "???"

"Ah... Well" Your boyfriend sheepishly scrtaches the back of his head as you glance at the makeshift fort he managed to make during your time in the bathroom. "I figured I should make a fort so we could snuggle up more?... I don't know"

"You're cute" You laugh, kissing his cheek before crawling into the fort he made. "I like the fort, maybe you should keep it"

"I'll order more pillows and a canopy for my bed then" He grins before going in after you. "I'm not really good at taking care of you, my bad"

"It's fine, just you being with me is more than enough and I'd much rather cuddle with you" You wrap your arms affectionately around his waist. "Just be you as usual, that's more than enough."

"I should be the one comforting you" Caelus pouts, rubbing your cheeks together just so he can elicit a sweet giggle from your lips. "If there is is anything I can do, please just tell me what you need and I'll do my best"

"You're really like a puppy" You muse, kissing his cheek lovingly.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Just like Dan Heng, Sunday is a veteran at this. His mother died before his sister had her very first menstrual cycle. And although there were servants around to assist— he still took the initiative to help Robin himself because he was her brother.

The result of that? He's absolutely good at taking care of you during your period. Much like Dan Heng, he has a period tracker on his phone and prepares everything in advance the week before your period starts.

But of course, Sunday actually memorized your cycle dates, he just prefers to be more organized and to fouble(triple) check everything

It's much more important for him to be assured that eveything is ready.

"Not like that, you'll make your stomach hurt even more, dear" Sunday says, putting down the book he was reading and reaches out to rub firm but gentle circles around your tummy. "I know it's different for each woman, but this is the method I used on my sister when her cramps are bad. Is that better?"

"Yes..." You nod weakly, melting into his massages quickly. "You're really good at this"

"it's only because I took care of my baby sister a lot" Sunday replies, keeping his gentle pace to help ease your pain.

"Robin must miss you" You mumble.

"It's alright" He shook his head, smiling bitterly. "I miss her too, but one day we will reunite. But right now you're the main character. You need me since your cramps as especially bad during the first few days of your cycle."

"What did I even do to deserve you?" You whisper, slowly drifting off to sleep the further he massaged you.

Sunday wouldn't reply until you finally gave in to the call of sleep.

"I need you more than you need me" He finally says, replying to your unconcious state while pressing his lips on your forehead. "So let me do this, it's the least I can do since you never gave up on me"

꒰ 🪼 A/N: This one is a bad fic but I'm really deep in writer's block. I'll try to get it in my next one. For now please be patient with me qwq. I hope you guys understand huhu. I'll try to make more comprehensive and better fics:3 ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[yuyusshinelight]

Dad thoughts feat ATEEZ: I want a brother/sister

♪ This post is about how I think they would be as parents; just that, some thoughts. This does NOT represent any of Ateez's members in any way.

♪ English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistake.

Vocabulary just in case someone doesn't know:

y/s/n — your son's name

y/d/n — your daughter's name

Byeol — star

Jagi — sweetheart, darling, etc...

Note: Hi my shining stars! Here I come with a new scenario for our boys being dads because I know how much you like those parenting headcanons. I hope you like it and enjoy your reading. Love you all!!!

SEONGHWA

Seonghwa and your daughter were peacefully building their Lego sets together when the older Park decided to have a conversation about that not too little issue you had commented to him when he had arrived at home "I have heard that you want a little sibling, byeol" and the little girl only nodded, not stopping her really important task of mistakenly making the base of the moon on which his half-finished Sanrio doll should lie "And can daddy know why you want a little brother or sister?".

Seonghwa was clearly trying to get your daughter to tell him the same thing you had told him that afternoon without asking her directly. The way you looked at the ground with a soft pout when you told him that your little star had been sad lately for being only child had him worried about the issue being more serious than he though at first.

"I don't like to be alone" At that confession Seonghwa's heart stopped. Perhaps you two had made her feel lonely without realizing it? "But you have mommy and daddy, my love".

"It's not the same... We can't stay together all the time" The sadness with which his beloved daughter said that felt like the most hurtful stab directly into his heart, it even made Seonghwa hate his work for a moment "Daddy and mommy would like to be with you all the time, baby, but—".

"But you can't, I know..." For how his baby had finished his sentence, Seonghwa couldn't help but feel worse, her small but heartbreaking pout could be perfectly appreciated in her sweet voice.

Something in his head snapped.

In the gentlest way he could, the man took his daughter from her seat to put her on his lap and give her that so needed hug he was craving for "Don't you worry, byeol, mommy and daddy will bring you a little brother or sister, okay?" The speed at which her head turned to look him directly in the eyes even scared the poor man with the possibility of a sudden dizziness or some blow to his little girl from such an action but all his worries erased as fast as your daughter moved her head seconds before thanks to the way in which her eyes shone brighter than ever, holding the galaxy itself in those small orbs exactly like his own "Really? It's a promise?".

The excitement on the little girl's face brought out the most tender and sincere smile from Seonghwa who didn't last long to rub his nose against hers, showering her soft cheeks with many kisses "It's a promise, my byeol".

And maybe he should have talked about the sibling thing with you before promising it to your daughter but, let's not lie, Seonghwa knew you better than yourself; the moment he said yes to his daughter he was already counting on you to be more than okay with having a second child. In fact, you were the one who laid Seonghwa on your shared bed after making sure that your child was peacefully asleep on her own to ride him like never before until he decided to change positions to bury himself even deeper inside you. It wasn't in his plans to break the promise he made to his little star so he fucked you until he left your belly nicely swollen with his seed.

Neither of you could deny anything to your little four-year-old walking smile.

HONGJOONG

"I want a little sister" said your three-year-old son as he perched himself in his father's work chair, a phrase that made Hongjoong drop whatever he was with that same moment and look at the kid "What? Why all of a sudden?".

"My best friend just had one and she's very cute" The way in which his baby waddled slowly without letting go of the chair, with that rascally face inherited from him himself, looking at him expectantly for an affirmative answer, brought out of Hongjoong his most genuine smile "Well, yes. Babies are really cute" he said, ruffling his hair before picking him up and sitting the child on his lap "but that's not a reason to have one, love".

For how the minor gasped dramatically while frowning, there was no doubt that that response had even offended him. This little boy's reactions were so comically unique that Hongjoong's stomach even hurt from laughing on many occasions.

"But I want one!" The child said as if it was the most prevalent reason to have a baby, and Hongjoong was about to talk but the appearance of his favorite girl stopped him "I think I have something to say in all this no?" You said, entering the room until you were standing next to your husband, something that didn't last long because said husband didn't like the idea of not having you closer so he sat you on his free leg; and it's not like you were going to complain, in fact, you hugged him "It's my belly the one that's going to hold that little sister for nine months".

"How?" As soon as he asked, both parents' eyes widened. You should have assumed he would ask, but hey, it's not like you mind talking about it, not like Hongjoong apparently "How what, baby?" He acted dumb, clearly not wanting to have that conversation now, too young his son to talk about anything of that "How will the baby get into mommy's tummy?" But this little curious boy wasn't about to leave the topic for Hongjoong's misfortune, who even let out an accidental "Oh shit".

It had to be said that Hongjoong didn't expect that he should have to answer this question at this point of his short life as a father, nor did he expect that too adorable "Oh shit" from the kid either. Word that clearly set off your alarms as a mother "No, baby. Don't say that" You corrected him, booping his nose and waiting for the child to ask why he couldn't say it if his dad could but you were surprised with that too cute "Okay mommy".

Both you and Hongjoong were about to die of love.

"That's my good boy" Hongjoong said, ruffling his hair one more time and giving him a kiss on the head "So are you going to bring me a little sister yes or not?" You both looked at each other, not knowing exactly what to say, until Hongjoong decided to leave the answer hanging in the air "We'll see" to which your son answered with an unfortunate unexpected "Fuck".

"HONGJOONG" Was the first thing that crossed your mind, yelling at the surprised man that was now looking at you "I DIDN'T EVEN SAY THAT" But then he stopped, thinking for a moment "Well maybe he has learned it from me, yes..." And your son nodding only made you look even worse at your husband "Don't say that either, okay baby?" And with that your baby boy covered his mouth with his two little hands and nod one more time, making you both laugh.

YUNHO

It was a peaceful night at Jeong's residence until your eldest son ended with said peace after all those failed attempts to play with his little sister who was only dedicated to watch him move while eating her tiny fist so calmly in her baby-hammock.

"I want another brother or sister!" Your son screamed, running towards his father's open legs to hide his head in his crotch and hold on to his legs. Sudden blow to his private parts that made Yunho complain and you chuckled softly under your breath so as not to be discovered by your husband who was already looking at you with half-closed eyes and shaking his head despite being laughing too.

"Why do you say that, baby?" You asked after you managed to calm your laughter "Because Y/D/N never plays with me!" Your son screamed again, readjusting his posture while firming his grip without separating an inch from his father "It's that?" Yunho asked between laughs, stroking his little head after hearing his son complain in a sort of shouted sob "I mean, if you want another sibling daddy will give you one".

"Tch, Yunho" His first name, not jagi. Bad moment to put on display his pleaser nature, man "But you have to ask mommy too" And you nodded, he was safe "So... you want another sibling to play with because your sister can't, baby?" And your son nodded without taking his head off his father's body "But you have to know that if we give you a new brother or sister, they couldn't play with you either" And that's the moment your son lifted his head, looking at you directly with a mix of horror and surprise, as if what you had said was the strangest thing ever "Why?".

"Because they would be even smaller than Y/D/N".

"More?!" He was silent for a moment after both Yunho and you nodded, seeming to be reconsidering what you had just revealed to him, when he suddenly separated from Yunho completely, crossing his arms and giving you both his back angrily "I don't want another sibling then".

"Oh no, my third baby" Jeong senior said dramatically, he even put his hands on his chest where his heart was pretending to be hurt "Yunho" you said in a warning tone, taking your son in your arms to hug him, accommodating you two in the couch under the warmth of your favorite blanket "Oh, come on. Three kids sounds nice, don't you think?".

"Y/D/N is only seven months old, let me enjoy life without kicks that burst my ribs a little longer" You couldn't see it because you were too busy kissing your son but you already knew that Yunho was smiling for how happy he sounded saying "A little longer? Is that a yes to a third baby?" Which only confirmed to you that Yunho was indeed looking forward to having a third. And one thing you were never good at since you started dating him was saying no to him when he looked so adorably excited about something "It's a 'maybe when my ribs return to their natural position because your daughter opened them for kicking them so many times' ".

"We're having a third" Yunho said victoriously with that goofy smile that you fell in love with at first sight and that, to this day, was still one of your many weak points.

YEOSANG

"Daddy" your daughter said in the softest voice you could have ever heard in your life. You couldn't see her because you were at the laundry room while your husband and daughter were doing an afternoon snack but you could even swear that she was playing with her little fingers nervously for the tone she used. That was one of her gestures when she was about to ask for something "Tell me, darling" Yeosang sounded as cute as your daughter which made you smile foolishly, nothing could please you more than the fact that the two loves of your life were so much alike "Can I have a sibling, please?".

That question surely made you slow down the speed at which you were doing the laundry, as if that would help you to hear better. It was a topic Yeosang and you talked about a few months ago, both thinking that it would be nice to have a second child not only because you two think that having siblings is so beneficial for a kid, but because you both were attracted by the idea of expanding your family. Another living proof of your love for each other.

But those were your reasons to want another baby, what would your daughter's reasons be? You were curious about them. Just like Yeosang.

"Of course, darling. But can daddy know why you ask?" The tenderness with which your husband was handling this conversation, like every conversation he had with your daughter, was so heartwarming. You could die of a sweet high "I want a sibling to be my best friend forever" and your daughter was about to finish what her father had started.

Not being able to be a mere listener anymore, you put the small skirt you had in your hands back in the laundry basket to go out to the kitchen, finding the lovely picture of your daughter sitting at the counter next to your husband, helping him prepare a bowl of fruit for the three of you to enjoy together.

"Have you heard it, Y/N-ah?" Yeosang said, looking at you with a cute smile that made his dimples stand out. He looked so innocent that made your heart beat in happiness "That's why I'm here, jagi" you approached them, taking your daughter's cheeks between your hands "To tell our baby that mommy and daddy will try to give her a sibling as soon as possible" and then you showered your little girl with lots of kisses to which she replied more than delighted just to join forces you both a few seconds later to shower Yeosang with kisses as well. Something the male was more than happy to accept.

SAN

When your older daughter asked in the middle of the dinner for another sibling you choked with your water to which San quickly reacted by patting you gently on the back, a situation that seemed very funny to the youngest of the three children who couldn't stop laughing at mommy's coughing fit. Whoever was not amused at all was your middle child, and it was not surprising after how much she cried and threw a tantrum when San and you told her that she was going to be big sister.

"Another one?!" She looked at her parents with a mixture of fear, surprise and rejection in her eyes that threatened to burst into tears if you gave her an affirmative answer. She looked so affected that she even worried you both. San couldn't see his kid like that "No, baby" he answered with so much tenderness, hugging the kid and giving her a soft kiss on her forehead before looking at you and asking "No?".

Who knows, maybe you were expecting a fourth child and he didn't know it.

But you shook your head what made your older daughter cross her arms and openly complain about not having a fourth sibling to which your second daughter yelled a not too nice "Three are fine!" Frowning and getting up from her seat to climb onto her father's lap so he could hold her as she wanted, searching for his comfort "But I want another brother!" The eldest answered in the same way her sister had spoken. The girls' tone only hinted at an impending fight between them, something that neither San nor you wanted obviously so San immediately cut them off with a serious "Enough girls".

San hated to use a severe tone with his children but he hated even more the idea of having a fight between his daughters when it was supposed to be a nice and lovely dinner in family. Much worse if the fight was going to be about whether or not to have another member in your family.

"What have we said about raising our voices in a bad way?" He said with seriousness, which made both kids look down with a pout "Sorry..." Both girls said at unison, now looking up at their father before looking at the other, your middle child climbing off San's lap to hug her older sister as an apology. Both had been taught to apologise to each other with a hug to make amends.

And after seeing that your daughters were fine again you decided to settle the dispute "About the sibling thing" both girls had their attention on you now "Daddy and mommy think that three kids are enough, by the moment" which made your second daughter smile unconsciously while your eldest pouted "But that doesn't mean that we won't bring you another sibling in the future" this time your second daughter was the one not looking so pleased while the eldest was smiling.

From the way they both nodded you knew they were content but not satisfied with that. You had given birth to them and raised them, you knew absolutely every single one of their gestures and what they meant. But hey, the discussion was over and you could go back to dinner in peace.

MINGI

"I like this one" Your son said, pointing to a photo in which both children were curled up in their father's arms, the three of them sleeping on the couch comfortably, Mingi hadn't even changed his clothes; one of your favorite pictures in fact, just looking at it almost brought tears to your eyes "In this one dad had just arrived from a tour. You refused to leave his arms even for a single second".

"How old were we?" This one was your daughter "Seven months" Mingi answered, smiling at the memory of how his babies received him that day with their little arms raised, calling him between really cute babblings while they moved nervously in their mother's arms "Such cute babies we were and I don't remember that" Your daughter said dramatically "We need a baby in this house".

"Wait, what?" You looked between your kids and Mingi, who was as surprised as you from hearing that, getting even more surprised when your son agreed with his sister "Right! If we have a little brother or sister they will look as cute as us!".

"Woo, woo, woo. Slow down you two" Mingi tried to calm his already excited twins but it didn't work at all "And why a little brother or a little sister when we can have both?" Your daughter ignored him to continue her talk with her brother, you could almost swear that her eyes were shining. But here dad came to try to calm the situation a second time after seeing the way in which your eyes widened "I told you to slow down, neither your mom nor I have said that we are going to bring you a sibling".

"But daddy! We lost each other as a baby!" Your son exclaimed dramatically as if it was the worst thing ever, with his hands on his father's cheeks and his head tilted back to add more drama "We want to have a baby at home" your daughter pouted sadly with a frown and, before Mingi had the opportunity to reply to that you suddenly said "Well, they really seem very excited about the idea of being big bother and sister, daddy" looking at him with a knowing smile. Apparently he had misinterpreted that expression of yours from a few seconds ago.

The fact is that Mingi had caught your message but, with both children staring at him expectantly, he couldn't do anything but respond to you with one look that only you could interpret: tomorrow you weren't going to be able to get out of bed. But that was only for you, obviously, the answer for your twins was "Then it seems to me that the family is going to grow, mommy " For which your living room ended up filled with euphoric shouts from your kids.

WOOYOUNG

"Babe, come here!" Wooyoung screamed from the kitchen and a lot of horrible things crossed your mind, since your son had been burned until he had cut one of his fingers "What happens?! I swear to god that if my baby is missing just one finger I'll—".

"None of that, I have everything under control here. Just listen to what our baby has to tell you" and with that all your attention went to your three year old boy who was jumping in the stool he was standing on to help his dad with dinner "I want a little sister!" And at such a revelation you could only blink several times, looking between father and son in silence until, after blinking a few more times, you said a simple "A sister".

"Yes!" Your eldest son said really excited, jumping even higher in his spot to which Wooyoung already had his arm around him but without touching him, just as a precautionary measure to prevent his son from falling "I already have a brother, I want a sister now".

Without a doubt, you thought it was quite cute the way he had said it, swaying his little body from side to side with those bright little eyes, but you couldn't help but to look up at the smiling father, looking for an answer "Do you have anything to do with this, love?" And Wooyoung shoke his head, not stopping smiling even for a second "It's all Y/S/N idea. But I also think that it's time to have a girl, babe".

And, to say the truth, the idea of having a girl was quite tempting, even more so when you had been thinking the same thing for a while. Having two children was fantastic as well as exhausting, you were more than sure that having one more could only double the happiness but also the exhaustion. And that was a sacrifice you were willing to do for sure.

"And you? Do you want a sister too?" You asked your second son who you were carrying in your arm, the baby smiling at you the very next moment his big shining eyes met yours which made you smile too "Okay then. Let's see if we can bring you a little sister" You finally said, both your eldest son and your husband screamed with excitement "But you have to know that it may not be a girl but another boy".

"We can always try again, love, don't worry about that" Wooyoung said nonchalantly, winking at you with a big smile to which your son exclaimed an excited "Yes!" Happy with the thought that one way or another he was going to have a little sister "Why did I already expect it..." You shook your head but not in a bad mood, you were also laughing at how predictable Wooyoung and your son were to you.

JONGHO

"Go, go. Ask daddy, my love" Jongho heard you say to your son distantly, you were at the bathroom giving your kid a shower while he was resting on the sofa after having set the table for dinner. Then, the sound of tiny quick steps made him turn off his phone, waiting for his son to appear in front of him just to be surprised by the kid poking his little head out on the side "Hi, baby" Said Jongho, waiting patiently for his son to tell him whatever he had to tell him "I want a brother!".

One, two, three blinks from the surprised father. Not even a hi. His son went straight to the point. The child was certainly clear about his priorities.

Well, such a question demanded seriousness so Jongho leaned closer to the armrest to close distance with his son, resting one arm and intertwining his hands "Daddy and mommy have to talk about it first but tell me, why you want a sibling?".

He had heard multiple reasons why a child might want a sibling. Some quite cute, some quite funny, and with the witty answers your son had for everything, Jongho was especially curious about this one. What a surprise he got when he heard your little boy say "All my friends are from the school or the park, if I have a sibling I will have a friend at home too!".

It was certainly something totally unexpected for Jongho. Although the thought of his son indirectly telling him that he felt lonely at home worried him for a moment, the sight of the smiling kid quickly dispelled all those worries. His little boy just wanted a playmate at home like he had at school and in the park.

"Fine. We'll see if we give you a sibling, okay?" Your son nodded enthusiastically at his father before going to the dining table, leaving both Jongho and you alone in the living room "That was a maybe for a second baby?" You asked him with something like hope shining in your eyes and that was when Jongho remembered hearing you say how much you wanted a second child when you were on the phone, talking to a friend.

If both his son and wife wanted to expand the family, he only could please them so, standing up from his seat, Jongho approached you, stopping in front of you with both hands in the pockets of his trousers "We'll see. We can try as many times as you want but I don't control biology, jagi" and he left you there with a blush on your cheeks, clearly having taken the hint in his words, going to the dining table too with a big smile on his lips.

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General Thoughts On The Pinaosaurus Situation.

[SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 4 FOR PPT]

I might not like. Post about PPT alot on here anymore but as someone who was hyped for Pinaosaurus...

... I kinda understand why he was killed off so quickly?

I know a lot of the posts in his tag right now are DEMANDING justice for him. I've honestly speculated since watching Chapter 4 that he was cut last minute. There's no proof of this but with the trailer and all the effort put into.. everything with him. I can't help but feel like he was going to have more.

But compared to the other characters.

The Doctor and Yarnaby. Characters that have been hinted it for a while.

Doey, a character who's story is so tragic and breaks hearts.

And the promising and safe Nightmare Critters...

Pinaosaurus never stood a chance.

I understand the disappointment! I really do! I'm one of the people who actually wants him to be in project playtime to make up for his concept seemingly being wasted.

But Pianosaurus would've made the chapter feel WAY too cluttered. He's a cool concept! Awesome design! But compared to the more story based characters and the already beloved Nightmare Critters he felt like a sacrifice everyone else.

I don't think anyone should be mad at the other characters. I love Doey, I love Yarnaby and I love the Nightmare critters.

But man, I'm hoping SOMETHING gets done with Pinaosaurus. He's charming! In his own way that's made him be wiggled into my heart. He's a cutie patootie!

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 135 (Heather's Home!)

Conrad was sitting in the kitchen with Lavender when Heather returned from Selvadorada. "Mommy!" Lavender squealed.

Heather beamed. She'd missed their joyful smiles, but she moved slowly, feeling nauseous again as her body still recovered from the spider bite. "You look a little green," said Conrad with concern.

"You should have seen me a few days ago," she mused. "It looks like the contractors finished the upstairs bedroom while I was gone."

"The snow melted just long enough for them to get it done," said Conrad, showing off the space where Ash would sleep once he returned from spending Easter with the Landgraabs. They both glanced out the windows, noting the falling snowflakes beginning to gather on the ground all over again.

Heather smiled. "Even if the snow doesn't want to leave the Bay, it feels like a new beginning. George and June's murder is solved and the town's doing okay. I'm back from vacation. New season. New bedroom."

"We've got new problems...."

Heather cocked her head in confusion. "Rafa still won't cooperate? We didn't have any trouble with cartels in Selvadorada."

"As relieved as I am to hear that, I'm worried they might've gotten to Rafa and it's holding him back. He won't give up Ximena, but I keep trying. I sent Felix to try to talk to him in Sulani after convincing Melissa didn't work."

"Felix is pretty persuasive," she said hopefully. "I saw on Social Bunny he has a new girlfriend."

"He charmed Lilith without much trouble," Conrad agreed with a nod. "But the same lines won't work on Rafa."

"You could always arrest him and force his hand," she reminded him, but she knew her suggestion would fall on deaf ears.

"It's not just Rafa and his sister," he said carefully. He didn't even know where to begin with John Brindleton's town history lesson, so he skipped it - for now. "I talked to Ash about Ben and his dog and he figured out by himself that his accident as a toddler made it possible for him to see ghosts. Felix confirmed it's the most likely explanation."

"Because he was...Oh my Watcher...So he just sees ghosts? Plural? What if they frighten him?"

"He's not even worried about it. Says he's never met a ghost that he didn't think was living. Doesn't even know if he's ever met more than Ben and Captain Whitaker." She leaned into him, feeling dizzy, and Conrad held out a hand to support her. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Maybe I should lie down. Jet lag hit me on the way into the jungle, and it'll probably hit me again now that I'm home."

Conrad kissed her and put her to bed, taking Lavender to daycare on his way to work. Heather napped for most of the day, calling her parents to cancel plans to go to Henford for Easter dinner because the thought of spending an hour on the speedy Simmerloop made her feel as green as she looked. "I know Hazel's already in town for the weekend. That's good in case this is a flu or something."

"We're sorry we won't see you, but we just want you to rest if you're sick," said her father, Neal. "We'll miss your cooking, though."

"Maybe we'll make it to Henford for Mother's Day, if things aren't too hectic with the clinic rebuild."

"Get well soon, Buttercup. We love you."

"Love you, too."

She hung up the phone, content after a quick chat with her beloved dad despite her guilt over cancelling holiday plans. But she couldn't dwell for long on her feelings before she raced to the bathroom to be sick.

At work, Conrad was in the break room. While his coworkers talked about plans to celebrate his old partner Josephine's retirement party at the Salty Paw, he pulled himself away when his phone rang. "Felix! How's the beach?"

"It's not Felix." Rafa's tone curdled down the line. "He let me borrow his phone to tell you to screw off."

In the tropics, Felix rocked uncomfortably in his flip flops. "He didn't tell me that's what he wanted to say! I told him he might avoid prison entirely if he gives up his sister and he said he wanted to call you."

"And who the hell are you to promise something like that? You're just some weird lawyer who sounds a hundred years older than he looks!"

"Listen to Felix," Conrad urged, careful not to mention Rafa's name in front of his coworkers. "He's the most experienced attorney I know."

Even though Felix had passed the bar only recently, Conrad was telling the truth. He didn't know any other attorneys who'd practiced law as far back as the early 20th Century.

"If I get off with nothing but a slap on the wrist after selling my own sister up the river, the cartel will come for me, for sure."

"You said yourself they're not concerned with Sulani. I know what I'm asking you, and I wouldn't ask if I didn't need your help. She's been all but abandoned by the cartel. I'm sure of it. No one's visited her since she was put behind bars, but you know what she's capable of. You could keep her there, for your benefit as much as mine. Yours and Melissa's."

"You shouldn't have sent her here."

"But you weren't this mad when I did."

"Screw you, Conrad. And stop telling the Ngatas to spy on me. Oliana and her son come by every other day now."

"Maybe they care about you. I know what that's like."

The call ended with a click, and Conrad sighed. He was beginning to think he'd have to bring in the cartel to pressure Ximena, after all, but he didn't relish the possibility in the slightest. ->

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NOTE: There was already a sneaky shot of the new bedroom in the Love Day installment because making spring crafts were the only way I knew how to make Valentine's-themed artwork without mods, and I'd already done the reno in the spring save when I wanted to put that shot in.

WCIF Pose: @novapark's Incoming Puke for Heather's bathroom shot. Love it even if Heather is suffering for it; thank you for sharing!

[benisbeaaaaans]

Fragmented

Mirrors always made him uneasy.

The villagers who were aware of that always assumed it was because of his eye, the injury that was deemed so severe upon his arrival that he was given a patch to keep the non-functional socket clean and protected. He’d be lying if he said that wasn’t at least partially true, so he’d nod somberly every time it was brought up.

But it wasn’t the whole truth. No, he’d much rather they not have the burden of knowing the rest of the story.

It pained him to be reminded of what he was, and what he had left behind on Beast-Yeast.

It was the dead of night, the only night outside the window broken by tiny pinpricks of light, the moon gone from the sky tonight. He stared at the mirror on the wall, water dripping from his milk-white hair and down his back, seeping into the towel wrapped around him. His eyepatch hung on the bathroom doorknob, its lock slid into place more to hide him from unsuspecting eyes than for privacy. Witches forbid a villager or worse, Pure Vanilla Cookie come walking in and seeing the black scars on his body and the unnatural glow of his right eye. He looked like a monster in his reflection, and he was the one that was used to it. Imagining what would happen if he lost this second chance to something as easily concealed as his appearance-

He sighed. He grabbed the patch from the door handle, tying it back around his head over his eye. It took some work, given his hair was still heavy from his bath, but looking at himself too long gave covering it more priority than drying the mop of hair upon his head. He briefly contemplated cutting it short, before dismissing the idea.

‘Pure Vanilla Cookie recognizes me like this. I shouldn’t drastically change my appearance, especially so early on. I might frighten him if he thinks I’m a stranger.’

He stared at the mirror a second longer. He had yet to put on his nightgown, but even covering that hideous eye made him sigh with relief. He’d never forgive that wretched part of himself for such a vile change. He knew it didn’t care about appearances the moment corruption took hold, but to force it upon him, too?

He turned away. “It cannot be helped,” he murmured aloud. “It is simply the truth of the matter.”

‘Aw, my little parting gift isn’t appreciated?’

He froze.

“What-?”

‘And here I thought you of all people were honest about your feelings! I had to wait until you left before finding out about this!’

A cold feeling rushed over his body.

He looked back up at the mirror.

His reflection stared back.

Smiling.

That sickly cyan eye staring into his very soul.

‘Hellooooo, my darling other half~! Having fun playing family?’

‘What are you doing here?!�� Blueberry Milk Cookie’s words echoed in his mind, not daring to say another word aloud, lest he wake the entire house.

‘Mm, nothing in particular, really. Not much to do inside this wretched tree. I must say, though, I was really hoping for more excitement after the journey here… watching this is almost as boring as sitting for a portrait!’ Shadow Milk Cookie sighed, the reflection moving independently from the cookie projecting it.

‘How?? How are you able to watch me?! That shouldn’t be possible, you’re- trapped! Trapped forever, I should add, that should mean that you have no power!’

‘What a naive assumption. And here I thought you were smart,’ the mirror scoffed. ‘Did I get all the brains in the split? That’s rather unfortunate for you…’

‘I’m not stupid! The Witches chains bind you for all eternity! Any connection with me was severed when the Soul Jam’s power was split!’

‘Tch, tch, tch, sooooo naive indeed. You’re forgetting some crutial details, my “beloved” other half.’

‘Tell me, then, instead of dancing around it like a chicken with its head cut off!’

‘The Soul Jam’s power cannot be entirely severed. That’s why you were forced to bring that snot-nosed brat to a different continent to ensure I could not effectively puppet him.’

‘…’

‘Hehe~! Got your attention now, did I? Yes, I know about the heir. Too bad, so sad, you’re getting nepotismed right out of weilding your own lifeforce!’

‘Silence,’ Blueberry snapped, before thinking a moment more. ‘This must be why I’m here. So long as he doesn’t hold the Soul Jam, you have no will over him. But he still needs it eventually. I’m the beacon that must protect him not only until he’s grown, but from the very power he will grow to inherit.’

‘Yes,’ Shadow replied through a grating smile. ‘It’s so very inconvenient, all this “pure and good” nonsense he has to be. You must be so upset you have to deal with me! You’re already going mad listening to me mock you! Maybe I’ll make you have nightmares every night! Or! I’ll make you hallucinate spiders crawling under your clothes, and snakes in your shoes constricting your legs so you can’t walk! You won’t last so much as a day now that I-‘

“No.”

‘… What.’

“I refuse to be driven mad by you,” Blueberry Milk Cookie whispered, turning away from the mirror.

‘… Huh???! You can’t just- REFUSE to be driven mad! That’s stupid! I am not some meager insect that can be swatted away, you insolent fool!’ The mirror hissed, the furious cookie’s eye flashing with rage.

‘Perhaps not. But you do not worry me in the slightest. Now that I know we are still connected through the Soul Jam, I know exactly what I must do. Not just raise Pure Vanilla Cookie, but teach him. He will learn how to resist you when the time comes. I will ensure it, and until that day comes, I will suffer the consequences of holding the Light of Truth and its connection with the Sin of Deciet.’

‘That will take years! Decades, even, perhaps even centuries if his life is as long as ours!’

‘I’m sure that’s enough time to grow a tolerance for you.’

‘No one can last forever in torment…’ Shadow Milk Cookie growled, eyes narrowed into slits.

‘Not forever,’ he agreed, pulling on his blue tunic. ‘But this is my purpose now. Just as yours is to be trapped “forever”. Such fickle wording, don’t you think?’

Before the reflection could retort further, Blueberry Milk Cookie unlocked the door stepping out and closing it behind him.

[fairy-verse]

: ̗̀➛ Quiet, part 2

Killer attempts to convince Cross to go back to Error’s Mountain Halls in hopes of finding out what ails the firstborn fairy of winter. It goes as well as you can expect.

It was never difficult to find Cross, the hybrid had a peculiar – pleasant – scent that easily found Killer’s nose, but locating the fairy was the easy part. The infuriatingly annoying part was getting through his stubbornness and unwillingness to part with Dream during winter, no matter how warm it was outside or not.

“No, I will not part with him. It is my duty to watch over him while he sleeps,” said Cross, his tone sharp as he’s already had to repeat himself for the third time, though Killer didn’t appear to leave anytime soon. Knowing him, he’d stay until Cross agreed. That was something the black-and-white fairy was not willing to do.

“Our beloved firstborn of summer has survived more winters than we have and ever will see. Besides, have you not noticed how warm it’s been lately? There is hardly any snow left in the valley, and this is amongst the coldest places on the island during this time, Cross,” said Killer, exasperated. “I even saw a few summer fairies drowsily wobbling about on my way here.”

Cross harrumphed. “They shouldn’t be outside.”

“It’s barely below freezing.”

“They still shouldn’t be outside. The sun has just barely begun its return, and its rays have yet to reach the valley. I have only seen it grace the mountainside. It’s too early for summer fairies to leave their nests.”

“It rained throughout last week and even some before that,” said Killer before throwing his hand towards the lake which surrounded the small island on which Dream’s willow tree stood proudly. “The ice upon the lake is but tiny chunks now. This place should be frozen solid, Cross.”

The black-and-white fairy shuffled as his wings gave a slight quiver, but still, he refused to bend. “Error is unpredictable. There have been warm winters before.”

“He is also your firstborn, Cross!” said Killer, now thoroughly annoyed, “Hybrid or not. Being able to choose whom you serve or not. You still owe some of your loyalty to Error, just as I do to Ink.”

Cross’ gaze grew heated, and his wings spread to widen and heighten his presence. “Error cares little for his fairies. He stays atop his mountain all day, every day, whilst we stay in the halls and caverns, working endlessly in our forges, hoping, praying that today will be the day he shows himself,” said he, voice harsh. “He rarely to never does, Killer. Error is as cold as his winters.”

Killer gave a dry huff of a chuckle. “As cold as his winters,” said he, looking around at patches of green grass barely covered by small mounds of half-cold snow. “And what would Dream think of it?” he asked, unable to repress a cruel smile as Cross’ wings hitched. “What would Dream think of your dismissal? He loves Error, you know that,” he leaned forward, “yet here you are acting like a spoiled brat just because mama doesn’t want to give you enough attention—” His sentence came to an abrupt end as rough gauntlets seized him by the throat, throwing him back upon the cold, wet grass with a mass heavier than first thought landed over him.

“You dare—!” hissed Cross, fury painting his face as his teeth bared dangerously. His winter strength was palpable as Killer’s bones creaked beneath his harsh fingers, yet Killer only smirked up at his assailant, refusing defeat even in sight of sudden death.

“Error’s fury flows deep in you, Crossy,” said Killer, wincing from the pain but refusing to relent, “You are half of his hopes and dreams, half of what he is at his core.” Briefly, he choked as bones threatened to crack. “Is there more of his anger in you, or do you still possess half of Dream’s capacity for mercy and understanding?”

Cross huffed as he glared, but quickly he faltered as his eye lights drifted slightly to the left, catching the sight of a blue flower, dying. With no layer of frost and snow to protect it, the coldness of the harsh winter wind easily killed it, leaving it limp as it fruitlessly attempted to stay alive, but to no avail.

Slowly, he released his hold on Killer, leaning back, yet still straddling the hybrid of spring and autumn to keep him in place. His face held conflicting feelings, anger, sadness, frustration, and longing. He jumped at the sound of ice cracking on the lake surrounding them, small pieces growing ever smaller.

“… all right.”

Killer leaned up slightly, rubbing at his throat. “You’ll go?”

“I will,” said Cross, standing up and holding out a hand. “And you’ll come with me.”

Previous Music: Jonna Jinton - The Singing Ice of Storsjön

[gothicxreylover]

Yandere Alphabet – Kyojuro Rengoku

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(An Unyielding Flame That Burns Only for You)

Something for you to read while I work on other things

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Kyojuro’s love is warm, comforting, and fiercely protective—but as a yandere, that warmth turns into a suffocating blaze that refuses to let you go. His devotion is unshakable, his obsession all-consuming. He doesn’t see himself as a villain or captor—only as your protector, your guardian, the one who will love you even if it means keeping you locked away.

A - Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense can it get?

Kyojuro is an affectionate man by nature, and with you, his beloved, his love knows no limits. He showers you with adoration—holding you in his arms, pressing lingering kisses to your forehead, running his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet praises in your ear. He will call you his “precious ember,” his “beloved flame,” and his “light in the darkness.”

But his affection is not just about touch—it is about presence. Kyojuro is always near, always watching. He wakes up before you just to admire your sleeping face, to brush stray hairs away and murmur, “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” When you eat, he insists on feeding you himself. When you speak, he listens with unwavering attention, even if it is just a whisper. You are the most important thing in his world, and he makes sure you know it.

However, if you try to push him away, to resist his touch, his smile falters—but only for a second. He does not get angry; he only becomes firmer. You are not allowed to deny his affection. He will simply wrap his arms around you tighter, whispering, “Do not deny me, my love. I will love you whether you wish it or not.”

B - Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

Kyojuro does not seek out bloodshed, but if the situation calls for it, he will not hesitate. If a demon even dares to glance your way, they are cut down in an instant, their body reduced to ash before they can so much as breathe in your presence. But it is not just demons he worries about—humans can be just as dangerous.

If another person gets too close to you, touching you, speaking too sweetly in your ear, Kyojuro will step between you with a blinding smile, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. His voice will remain warm, but his words will carry an undeniable warning.

“Ah, forgive me, but my beloved is feeling unwell. I must take them home now.”

If the offender does not take the hint and insists on speaking to you? Well… that’s unfortunate. Kyojuro will deal with them quickly, efficiently, and without a second thought. His blade is fast, and his justice is absolute. No one touches what is his.

And should you witness his violence and tremble in fear? He will only sigh, wiping the blood from his blade before cupping your face with warm, battle-worn hands.

“Do not be frightened, my love. This is merely what must be done to keep you safe.”

C - Cruelty: How do they treat their darling? Would they hurt them?

Kyojuro would never intentionally hurt you. He adores you far too much to bring you physical harm. However, his kindness is suffocating, his love overwhelming.

His cruelty is not in his hands, but in his restraints. He will keep you locked away if he must, always within reach, always under his watchful gaze. If you fight against him, he will simply overpower you, holding you close until your struggles fade.

Even if you scream at him, curse him, cry in his arms—he will never falter. He will stroke your hair, murmuring in that same gentle voice, “I can endure your hatred, my love, so long as it means keeping you safe.”

The cruelest thing about Kyojuro is that he genuinely believes he is doing the right thing. No amount of pleading will convince him otherwise.

D - Delusional: Are they aware of what they’re doing?

Not at all. Kyojuro truly believes that everything he does is in your best interest. He does not see himself as a captor—he sees himself as your protector, your savior. The world is dangerous, full of threats, and he cannot bear the thought of losing you.

If you try to tell him that he is hurting you, that you are unhappy, he will tilt his head in confusion, eyes filled with concern rather than guilt. “Hurting you? My love, no… I am keeping you safe. One day, you will understand.”

E - Escape: How hard would it be to escape from them?

Escape is nearly impossible. Kyojuro is always one step ahead, always watching. Even if you manage to slip away, his instincts are sharp, and he will find you.

And when he does? He won’t be angry—no, his expression will be heartbreakingly sad. He will kneel before you, take your trembling hands in his own, and whisper, “Why must you run from me, my love? Have I not cared for you? Have I not protected you?”

And then, he will carry you home.

This time, there will be no unlocked doors. No windows left ajar. No freedom.

“You must never do that again, my dear. It pains me too much.”

F - Fight: How do they react if their darling fights back?

If you lash out, Kyojuro will not retaliate—he will simply endure. You can hit him, scratch him, scream in his face—but he will never strike back. Instead, he will hold you close, his arms locking you in place, his voice unwaveringly gentle.

“I know you are upset, my love. But that will not change my devotion.”

If your defiance becomes too much, he will simply restrain you more firmly. If you refuse to eat? He will feed you himself. If you refuse to sleep? He will hold you in his lap until exhaustion takes over.

Your resistance means nothing to him. His love is unyielding.

G - Guilt: What would make them feel guilty?

Kyojuro only feels guilt when he sees you truly suffering—when your smiles disappear, when your eyes become hollow. He does not regret keeping you, but he hates seeing you unhappy.

So, he will try to fix it. He will bring you gifts—your favorite foods, the finest silks, books to read while curled up in his arms. He will shower you in praise, tell you how deeply he loves you, how he will spend eternity making you happy.

“Tell me, my love… what must I do to see you smile again?”

But he will never let you go.

H - Hell: What’s the worst thing they would do to their darling?

The worst thing Kyojuro would do is take away your freedom entirely. If you refuse to love him, if you refuse to accept his affections, he will lock you away. You will become his flame in a lantern, his precious ember hidden from the world.

But he will never harm you. He will simply break you down—slowly, patiently, until you have no choice but to love him in return.

I - Isolation: How much do they try to isolate their darling?

Kyojuro does not want to isolate you entirely—after all, he wants you to be happy. However, he also believes that too much exposure to the outside world will only bring you danger.

At first, he allows you to have some freedom—perhaps brief walks under his supervision, conversations with his family (who, of course, believe you are deeply in love with him). But the moment he senses that you might try to run or that someone might take you away, your world becomes smaller.

No more unsupervised outings. No more visitors. No more chances to escape.

But he won’t call it isolation. Instead, he will frame it as protection.

“It is only for a little while, my love. The world is too dangerous. You understand, don’t you?”

And if you try to protest? He will only smile, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Hush now. I will keep you safe.”

J - Jealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?

Kyojuro is deeply possessive, though he hides it well behind his usual warmth. He does not mind if others admire you from afar—he expects them to. After all, you are extraordinary. But if anyone dares to get too close?

His grip on his sword tightens. His usually bright eyes become sharp, calculating.

If another man speaks to you for too long, Kyojuro will casually place an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, his grip just a little too tight. His voice remains pleasant, but there is an unshakable warning in his tone.

“Ah, my beloved is so charming! No wonder you wish to speak with them… but I’m afraid they belong to me.”

And if the offender does not take the hint? Well… accidents happen.

Later, he will hold you close, whispering in your ear. “You are mine, my love. No one else may have you.”

K - Kidnapping: How would they go about kidnapping their darling?

Kyojuro would never call it kidnapping. No, he would call it saving you.

At first, he will try to win your heart the normal way. If you love him freely, he has no reason to take you. But if you resist? If you try to leave him?

Then, he has no choice.

It will be swift—one moment, you are walking freely, and the next, strong arms encircle you, lifting you as if you weigh nothing. He will carry you away effortlessly, speaking in that same warm, gentle tone.

“Shhh, my love. You need not struggle. I will take care of you.”

And when you wake up in a locked room, surrounded by the scent of him, you will realize—there is no escape.

L - Love Letters: How do they express their love in writing?

Kyojuro is a poet at heart, and his love letters are intensely passionate. Even if you are locked away, he will leave you carefully written notes, each one filled with devotion.

“My Beloved,

The sun rises and sets, but my love for you remains eternal. No force in this world—not time, not fate, not even your resistance—will ever change what I feel for you. You are my everything, my guiding light. Do not fear, for I will always protect you.

Forever yours,

Kyojuro Rengoku”

Even if you ignore his letters, even if you tear them apart, he will only write more.

M - Mask: Are their yandere tendencies obvious?

Not at first. To the world, Kyojuro is the same warm, passionate warrior he has always been. He still laughs, still protects the innocent, still carries himself with honor.

But those closest to him might begin to notice the change—the way his eyes darken when someone gets too close to you, the way his smile tightens when you try to pull away.

But by the time you realize just how deep his obsession runs… it is already too late.

N - No Escape: How hard is it to escape from them?

Impossible. Kyojuro is a Hashira. He is fast, strong, and incredibly perceptive. He knows your habits, your fears, your weaknesses. Even if you somehow manage to slip away, he will always find you.

And when he does, he will only sigh, lifting you into his arms once more.

“Why must you run, my love? You know I will always find you.”

O - Obsession: How obsessed are they?

Kyojuro’s obsession is all-consuming. You are the single most important thing in his life—more than his duty, more than his own wellbeing. He cannot function without you.

His love burns like fire, searing into every part of his being. Even if you hate him, even if you scream and cry, he will never let go.

“You are my flame, my purpose. Without you, I am nothing.”

P - Punishment: How would they punish their darling?

Kyojuro does not want to punish you. But if you defy him—if you try to escape or refuse to eat—he will have no choice.

He won’t hurt you physically. Instead, he will isolate you even more. No walks. No fresh air. No contact with anyone but him.

And if you refuse to speak to him? He will simply wait, sitting beside you in silence, stroking your hair, whispering soft reassurances.

“No matter how much you resist, my love, I will never abandon you.”

Q - Quiet: How do they react when their darling refuses to speak?

If you fall into silence, Kyojuro will be deeply hurt—but he will not get angry. Instead, he will try to coax you out of it, bringing you gifts, speaking to you in soft tones, waiting.

And if you still refuse? He will pull you into his lap, cradling you close, pressing gentle kisses to your temple.

“You may be silent, but I can still hear your heart beating. It calls for me.”

R - Rage: What makes them angry?

Kyojuro is not easily angered, but if someone tries to take you from him? His flames will burn hotter than ever before.

Whoever dares to steal you away will not live to see another day.

“No one will take you from me. No one.”

S - Stalker: Do they stalk their darling?

He does not need to stalk you—he is always nearby, always watching. You will never be out of his sight for long.

T - Tears: How do they react to their darling crying?

Kyojuro hates seeing you cry, but it does not change his actions. He will hold you close, wipe your tears away, whispering,

“Do not cry, my love. One day, you will understand how deeply I cherish you.”

U - Unwavering:

Nothing can change Kyojuro’s mind. No pleading, no escape, no amount of hatred will make him release you.

His love is eternal.

And you are his forever.

V - Vows: Do they make promises to their darling?

Kyojuro is a man of honor, and his word is absolute. He swears himself to you, just as he once swore himself to justice, to protecting the weak. But this vow? This is even stronger.

“I vow to love you for all eternity.”

“I vow to keep you safe, even from yourself.”

“I vow to be yours, and you will be mine. No force in this world will change that.”

His promises are not mere words. They are unchangeable truths. And once Kyojuro makes a vow—he never breaks it.

W - Weakness: What is something that can bring them to their knees?

You.

Kyojuro is unshakable in battle, fearless in the face of demons, unwavering in his convictions. But you? You are his one weakness. Your tears, your pain, your suffering—it all wounds him more deeply than any blade ever could.

If you ever truly break—if your light fades, if you stop eating, stop speaking—he will panic. He will become softer, more tender, trying everything to bring you back.

“Please, my love… do not fade from me. You are my reason for living.”

He does not realize that he is the one who has broken you.

X - Xoanon: Do they see their darling as a deity?

To Kyojuro, you are more than just a lover. You are his purpose. His reason for breathing. His guiding light.

His devotion is not just love—it is worship.

He admires every part of you, tracing your features with reverence, treating you as though you are the most precious thing in the world.

“You are perfect, my love. Every part of you is a treasure beyond compare.”

He does not see his obsession as unnatural. To him, it is the purest form of love.

Y - Yearn: How long do they pine before taking action?

Kyojuro tries. He really does.

At first, he courts you the right way—warm smiles, deep conversations, small touches that linger longer than they should. He wants you to choose him, to love him willingly.

But if you do not return his feelings? If you show interest in someone else?

Then he snaps.

It does not take him long to act. The moment he feels you slipping away, he takes what is his.

“I have waited long enough, my love. You belong with me—where you will be safe.”

Z - Zenith: Would they ever let their darling go?

No. Never.

Kyojuro’s love has no end. There is no scenario, no possible future where he releases you. Even if you hate him, even if you beg for freedom, he will never let go.

“The sun does not stop rising, and my love for you will never fade.”

Even in death, his devotion remains. If he dies before you, his final words will be a whisper of love—“I will find you again… in the next life.”

Even then, you will never be free.

Conclusion:

There is no escape. There never was. Kyojuro’s love is eternal, and once his fire touches you…

You will never be able to put it out.

[cheriecelestial]

Ocean Eyes Pt.I

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ mild angst(?), not proofread

pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Percy Jackson x Gojo fem!OC

synopsis *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ In which, fate leads an aspiring jujutsu sorcercer to discover her destiny as a half god in a camp for demigods.

a/n *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Revamping an old series on a whim. And as my previous a/n read “based on this one dream i had and also cuz pjo was my first comfort series and jjk is my current one (only s1)” And as always

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Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages - if you feel something stirring inside - stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name is Gojo Kanao—or Kanao Gojo, following Western naming conventions. I’m fourteen years old and raised in Tokyo, Japan. As the youngest member of the Gojo clan, niece of Gojo Satoru, and an aspiring sorcerer, my life was unfolding just as it should. Days were spent training and studying jujutsu, while nights were dedicated to assisting on missions—though only under supervision, since my uncle deemed me too young to go on missions alone but too old to remain entirely inexperienced with curses.

Everything was going smoothly until three weeks ago when my uncle received a call from an “old family friend”. Before I knew it, I was packing my bags to enroll in a so-called “summer camp” for “kids like me.” The irony of that statement isn’t lost on me—because aside from my uncle, I’m pretty much one of a kind. It’s not like every other generation produces a Six Eyes user blessed with Limitless. My existence is what many call an “anomaly in the world's power balance,” sparking endless debates among the higher-ups. Not that it bothers me anymore—especially since Uncle Satoru has no qualms about threatening to obliterate anyone who so much as looks at me the wrong way.

He took me in after my father passed away when I was four, and he was just eighteen. With my father gone, the Gojo clan was essentially reduced to just my uncle and me, as little was known about my birth mother. In fact, the first time my uncle even learned that he had both a sister-in-law and a niece—thanks to his absentee older brother—was when the so-called family friend showed up at the Gojo Clan’s doorstep, dragging along a drooling four-year-old with white pigtails.

As shocking as it must have been to suddenly become a single parent, my uncle—or as I call him, Satoru nii-san—adapted to the role with surprising ease. His reasoning? “The baby looks like a mini-me, and I vibe with that.” And, of course, in typical Satoru fashion, he never missed a chance to remind me and my also-adopted siblings, Megumi and Tsumiki Fushiguro, that “having you kids just adds to my dilf appeal.” This was inevitably followed by Megumi deadpanning, Tsumiki offering an awkward smile, and me audibly gagging. Needless to say, he’s nowhere near as beloved—or as tolerable—as he seems to think he is.

“How could you do this to me?” I mumbled, my eyes following the blurred silhouettes of trees rushing past the car window. The only response I got was a string of barely audible curses— pathetic, really.

After countless fights, screaming matches, tears, scratches, and even a few failed escape attempts, I had ultimately been forced to attend this so-called camp. My uncle’s whimsical descriptions—strawberry fields, flying horses, Greek gods, and half-goat people—were enough for Megumi to call absolute bullshit. But as much as I hated to admit it, I knew it was real. After all, it was where I had spent the first four years of my life.

“Nyao-chan, this is the 30th time you’ve said that in the past fifteen hours of flight time. Do better.”

I didn’t even need to look—I could feel nii-san rolling his eyes from the front seat.

“Toru-nii, don’t call me that,” I hissed, turning away with a dramatic hmph, hoping—just maybe—that a shred of guilt would creep into his conscience.

I remembered that place well, and it wasn’t exactly unpleasant. Under different circumstances, I might have even enjoyed visiting. But he refused to acknowledge how much this would derail my progress as a sorcerer. Instead, he’d brushed off my concerns with, “Your development as a demigod is just as fundamental to your growth as your development as a sorcerer. Take it as a learning experience. Have fun. And for the love of god, make some friends that aren’t the Fushiguros or your creepy pet snake.”

Yeah. Like that would end well.

The last time I tried socializing, some boy called me a brat, and I instinctively activated my cursed technique—for the first time ever—in an attempt to kill him. A stunning breakthrough, sure, but not exactly a great first impression. Fortunately for them, the whole incident was ultimately brushed off with an ‘all’s well that ends well’ verdict.

I, on the other hand, walked away from that disaster with a solid 2-star rating. Would not recommend.

“I mean, considering how much you love small spaces, scratching, and hissing, you might as well be one,” he teased. “But hey, cheer up! You’re going to see your Chiron-sensei and Dino oji-san again. Won’t that be fun? All those childhood memories flooding back. Plus, I hear summer camps are really fun.” The exaggerated emphasis on those names made me cringe internally.

It wasn’t until much later that I realized my so-called Dino-oji-san was actually Dionysus, the Greek god of wine. I could only imagine what he must have felt, holding a toddler in his lap while she gleefully butchered his name to suit her convenience. The sheer secondhand embarrassment of the memory made me even less willing to go.

“What kind of summer camp runs in November ?” I shot back, earning an exasperated sigh from him.

Our satyr chauffeur casually mentioned that we were fifteen minutes away from camp. At that point, turning back wasn’t even an option. As the car sped along the winding road, I sank deeper into my seat, arms crossed, scowling at the window like a kid being dragged to school. My fingers drummed against my knee—an unconscious habit I had picked up from nii-san, though I’d rather die than admit it.

"You’re pouting," he pointed out, amusement lacing his voice.

"I’m brooding," I corrected, turning to glare at him. "There’s a difference."

He only grinned. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that, Nyao-chan."

I clenched my fists. "Stop. Calling. Me. That."

Before I knew it, the car came to a screeching halt in the middle of the road. There was nothing ahead but an empty stretch of asphalt, surrounded by dense vegetation on either side. “What happened ?” I asked, leaning forward.

The satyr turned to me and blinked. That’s when I realized I had spoken in Japanese instead of English. With the exception of my struggles with dyslexia, English had been fairly easy to learn—I credited Satoru-nii’s obsession with Friends and Britney Spears for that. But learning in general had always come naturally to me. I never had to try too hard to pick up a skill, something that both puzzled and frustrated others. Even I didn’t fully understand it. Apparently, it was a trait of a true Gojo—being godly perfect. That applied to everything except my cursed energy technique. At some point, I had hit a plateau, no matter what method I tried. My growth had stalled. Maybe that’s why he was sending me here.

“She meant, why did we stop?” Nii-san asked, his tone laced with amusement.

“We’re here,” the satyr replied simply. 

I glanced around in confusion. I saw nothing. Then, without a hint of urgency, the satyr stepped out of the car, gesturing for us to follow. With luggage in hand and no better options, we did. As we walked, the dense vegetation seemed to part before us, revealing a familiar yet distant world. My stomach twisted as a rush of forgotten memories threatened to surface—the scent of strawberries in the air, the distant sound of laughter, a warm voice calling my name.

I shook my head. No. That was then. This is now.

I let out a slow breath, steeling myself. Nii-san, of course, was already opening the door, stepping out with his usual carefree swagger. I had no doubt he was about to make a grand spectacle of my arrival, much to my horror. 

“Alright, kiddo,” he said, stretching. “Time to make some demigod friends!”

I scowled. “ I’d rather be cursed.”

He smirked. “That can be arranged.”

I swallowed hard. This is really happening.

After a short hike through the woods, we arrived at a large stone arch. It was a mix of weathered wood and ancient stone, covered in cracks and patches of moss. Greek symbols were carved into the top, their edges worn with age. I stared at the inscription, and to my surprise, the letters began to shift. At first, I thought my dyslexia was acting up, but then I realized—the symbols were rearranging themselves, forming words in English. Within seconds, the inscription clearly read: CAMP HALFBLOOD

“You look surprised. What do you see, Kana ?” Nii-san asked, his eyes on me. I described what had just happened, and he smirked, muttering something under his breath. Curious, I reached out and extended my hand toward the arch. Much like a jujutsu curtain, my fingers passed effortlessly through the barrier, which emitted a faint blue glow upon contact.

“Nii-san, you try it,” I gestured for him to do the same.

He reached out, but the moment his hand touched the barrier, it resisted, pulsing as if rejecting him. A flicker of amusement crossed his face before he pulled back.

“This barrier is stronger than I expected,”he remarked to the satyr, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I'm impressed.” The satyr puffed up slightly at the praise, his hooves shifting in the dirt. “Well, of course. It keeps out unwanted guests,” he said pointedly, glancing at Nii-san, who only grinned in response.

“Nii-san, if you really wanted to break through, how long would it take?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. If you asked anyone to describe Gojo Satoru in a single word, it would undoubtedly be ‘strongest’. There wasn’t a barrier he couldn’t break or a curse he couldn’t exorcise—as long as he put in the effort. He tilted his head, considering it. “Hmmm… it’s strong, I’ll give it that. But we wouldn’t want to put an entire camp full of kids in danger, right?”

I shrugged, accepting that as a fair enough reason despite him not giving me a straight forward answer.

“From here on out, it's just her. No one else can go inside,” the satyr said. “Yeah, we got that,” Satoru-nii replied, clapping his hands with a bright smile. “Just give us two minutes, okay? You know I need a moment to say goodbye to my precious baby.” The satyr blinked, then silently stepped away, out of earshot. Satoru-nii cupped my face in his hands, his voice soft and trembling as if he were about to cry. I rolled my eyes at his theatrics. “You didn’t feel any guilt over the past few days, and now you’re crying?”

“It’s not that simple!” he protested, his lower lip quivering. “I know I have to let my baby bird leave the nest because it’s what’s best for you, but I—” His voice broke, and a pang of guilt hit me. I sighed and hugged him. “I’ll miss you too. But I’ll be fine.”

“Call me every day, you hear me? And make sure you eat well and get enough sleep. Oh my god, I sound like an old woman!” Gojo Satoru had a talent for completely ignoring the fact that Megumi, Tsumiki, and I technically had mothers ���albeit either an absent or dead one—and acted like he was the one who’d carried us for nine months and given birth. But hey, who doesn’t appreciate a little extra coddling now and then?

“I can't believe you're leaving already.”

He chuckled, quickly shifting his tone to cover up the emotion in his voice. “What, you thought I’d stick around? I’d love to play the doting guardian, but this camp doesn’t exactly cater to ‘normal’ people like me.” He winked. “Besides, I’ve got my own life, you know.”

I scowled. “Debatable.”

The satyr cleared his throat. “We should get moving, Kanao. Chiron’s waiting.”

I rolled my eyes at the satyr before looking back at Nii-san. “But in any case, I’ll be just fine. Don’t worry.”

“I know. You'll be fine. Always. You'll be better than me, I know it.” Satoru nii-san’s voice softened, dropping into a low, almost wistful whisper. “Even though you're the best there is?” I asked, offering him a gentle smile. To that, he said something I didn’t expect. “You've inherited only my powers, I don't want you to inherit my tragedies too.”

His words left a bitter taste in my mouth. People often assumed that because he was the strongest, his life was easy. But it was people like him who suffered the most—so much so that sometimes, it made you wish you didn’t have power at all.

“And lastly,” he continued, as if the previous conversation had never happened, “don’t kill anyone. But if you do, get rid of the witnesses and call Nii-san first. Nii-san will take care of it.”

I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. First of all, shouldn’t he be teaching his kid to be nice to people? And second, why was he referring to himself in the third person?

“Shouldn't you be saying ‘don’t bully people and be nice’ or something?” I asked, though his advice wasn’t the first of its kind. My brother Megumi had a reputation for beating up people at school, but Nii-san never saw an issue with it. The people Megumi fought were rarely innocent, and besides, he never lost a fight—so no shame was brought to the family name.

“If there's anyone you think shouldn’t be alive, then they shouldn’t be. Just remember, the world’s your playground. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” he replied with complete conviction. One thing everyone knew about Gojo Satoru was that he was a firm believer in Gojo family supremacy—and he wasn’t wrong.

“Then what about those sleazy higher-ups?” I quipped, knowing full well what he was trying to do. I was aware of his grand plan to tear down the old order and build a new jujutsu world, which was the real reason he’d become a teacher. It was a vision I’d bought into the moment he showed me the dream of it. But for that dream to become a reality, I had to grow stronger. I needed to become more, become unstoppable. So, I’d gladly accept any wisdom the Greeks had to offer. By the time I was done here, I’d make sure I was the strongest demigod they’d ever laid their eyes on.

“All in due time Kana-chan.”

A/n: comment to be added into the taglist :)

[darkmatilda]

could you write a fic about homer simpson pls? 🥰🥰🥰

𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩 𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 (𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫)

aka look at what i'm doing out of love for my wife @angellic4l

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you have unrequited feelings for homer which is why you go to the place every day where you know you'll see him

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐰: unrequited love, communication problems, mutual pining, terrorist attack, the extinction of humanity, plague, let me know if i missed anything

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 100k (yeah...personal record)

𝐚/𝐧: as you know i'm not really online and i live under a rock so sometimes don’t get certain references. so im assuming you were talking about homer x simpson!reader? (SIMPSON stands for Sexy Intelligent Mysterious Passionate Sarcastic Outgoing Noticeable)

That day in ancient Greece was exceptionally beautiful. But not just that. It was also very ancient, very Greek, and very beautiful. The Colossus of Rhodes' balls gleamed in the morning light of the morning.

Your traditional tradition had become going to the Temple of Zeus, where among the towering columns you could find your beloved. Homer was…an interesting man. You could say you were friends. Sometimes you’d go out into the city to eat a Caesar salad or share an earbud, listening to your favorite song Achilles Come Down.

You’d had feelings for him for a long time. However, you didn’t know how to tell him. Maybe you should ask him out on a date? Apparently, Antigone was playing on Thursday.

You slowly entered the Temple of Zeus. By the way, apparently, Zeus had recently impregnated a goat. At least that’s what you’d heard.

Homer was sitting with the expression of a Greek philosopher, mumbling something under his breath—probably a fragment of the epic he’d been working on. Something about a guy who gets offended and, because of that, people die.

"Hey," you greeted him shyly.

Homer stirred at the sound of your voice. Above his head, on the temple wall, there was an inscription THEOPHILUS SHIT HERE. You loved street art.

"‘Hey" he greeted you, and his voice sent shivers down your spine.

"What’s up? you asked nervously, stressing over inviting him on a date. Unable to stop yourself, without waiting for an answer, you added "Listen, have you seen Antigone? The play?"

"Nah, bitch, I’m blind, remember?"

꧁༺ 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓔𝓝𝓓 ༻꧂

taglist: nah just kidding

sorry to everyone who thought for a second that this was a real fic

[true-blue-sonic]

Hey uh, I read your fics a lot and I really enjoy your writing style, I get emotionally invested in characters I usually don't, and our ships align too ^^,

I was wondering for either Sonilver or Espilver (its your choice!), how would they react to one of them getting kidnapped? I feel like you'd be the best to ask on a topic like this, your viewpoints are usually pretty spot on in my opinion!

Its alright to ignore this I'm pretty shy-

Thank you for the compliments, that makes me happy to hear!❤️ And no need to be shy, I love answering questions ^-^

I can do all three characters, that is no problem! For Sonic, we kind of know how he would react, based on Lost World: where he's his quippy self for a large part of the start of the game, the moment Tails is kidnapped, that is gone. Just compare how Sonic talks to Zor compared to, say, Zazz! With Zazz, there's a constant smile on Sonic's face, and he's standing all relaxed and easy-going (e.g. with one hand on his side; it conveys something rather callous to me). But then with Zor, Sonic's obviously pissed off: he's talking loudly, getting right into Zor's face with ticked-off body language, and all jokes and japes have disappeared entirely. Of course, Tails and Sonic are the Unbreakable Bond, so it makes sense Sonic reacts so strongly to his brother getting kidnapped. But should that happen to Silver when he and Sonic are in a relationship, I think Sonic would be equally angry. He strikes me as a character with a "I don't care what you do to me, but don't you dare lay a finger on anybody I cherish" kind of mindset. So if Silver got abducted, all the jokes would be thrown out the window, and leave a rather angry hedgehog who is going to make things right immediately in their wake.

As for Espio, I think he'd also be pissed off, but for him it'd be more of a... quiet shimmering underneath the surface? Like, you can tell that he's mad, but he's also very calmly keeping up his activities while planning to rescue Silver. I figure it's more in his tone of voice and the fact his motions seem just a bit more sharp and locked-up compared to normal. And whoever dared lay a finger on Silver is utterly fucked: Espio won't rest until they've been removed off the face of the earth. But Espio is skilled in keeping his focus, so even if he's raging on the inside at what happened, I don't think he'd let it impact his actions much. If anything, he might become even more careful to ensure a greater chance of success.

Now, as for Silver: I think compared to both Sonic and Espio, his anger would be a lot louder. He's already quite the passionate dude who doesn't tend to make quips and jokes like Sonic and who isn't calm and collected like Espio, so that passion shoots through the roof should either Sonic or Espio be abducted. He's definitely going to be the most reckless of the three, racing in without thinking to get his beloved back (which might be something a villain is counting on, actually). Especially with Espio that forms a problem: in Rivals 2 we see Espio take the role of the more calm and collected right-hand-man who comes up with plans should Silver be unable to. So, if he's not around to aid Silver and keep him calm, Silver is gonna take incredibly reckless actions that he just powers through with the might of his PK alone, I feel like. I have no doubt that he'll succeed in rescuing either Sonic or Espio, but he's definitely the one with the least of a plan and the highest levels of fuming anger between the three of them. To sketch the difference: if we were to put him in the Lost World situation with Zor, I think Silver wouldn't even have angrily demanded the Deadly Six return Sonic/Espio; he'd just have rushed right in and beat the hell out of Zor instead.

So that's how I think the three of them would react! ^-^

[eirakairos]

Telomeres

Pairing: Rafayel x MC

Summary: You are in an arranged marriage with the god of the sea.

A/N: Finally after so long lol the thoughts are all over the place since it was dragged a bit.

Inspired from the song Telomeres by Sleep Token

Words: 4.7k

Tags: arranged marriage, angst but with happy ending, presumed character death, MC being a dummy, pregnancy, a little violence, Rafayel being a literal god, implied nsfw, drowning, losing memories is a theme

“You know, if we meet each other again in the future and we are all grown up, let’s marry each other,”

“Huh?!”

“Hahaha! Sorry, I was only joking,”

“... I promise then,”

“Huh?! Wait-”

“I promise I’ll marry you when we see each other again,”

You opened your eyes after drifting away from a dream. Was that a dream? It felt like a distant memory. You saw the sunrise on the horizon, and seagulls passed by the window. Today is the day.

Your wedding day. Or being taken hostage, willingly and legally.

Across the room, you gazed upon your dress, it is a white dress with glittering designs of seashells and pearls. The wedding would be wonderful, from the venue to the food and even to the groom.

A couple of knocks were heard at your door.

“Your Highness, it is time to wake up. It is time for you to get ready,” your servant said before entering. You sighed and looked again at the window, thinking about your groom.

“It is time for the grand day,” a Lemurian elder said as Rafayel looked at his reflection. If this were successful, it would be a big progress in their plan. “For Lemuria and our people,” he whispered. He proceeded to elevate himself to the shore, where the wedding would occur.

Despite it being a grand day, for a wedding, it looks like a simple, intimate wedding, as requested by the bride. The only thing that matters to Rafayel is the venue, it should be a wedding at the seashore. In Lemuria, it would be legitimate.

He put aside his thoughts as the nobles from the human side approached him. He was guided to the other end of the shore. The more people gathered and as the planned time began, he became nervous.

And there you are.

His beloved bride.

You walked like a silvery white fish slowly swimming towards him, precious like a pearl shined by the sun.

You were only a pawn in the grand scheme. He knows you are innocent in all of this. He felt the time stop, felt that he had seen this before. He had been at the far end of the aisle before. He blinked, and he saw his bride. It was still you, but in Lemurian clothes, almost like a goddess. You look at him, and his sight becomes clearer, you’re back in the white dress. Rafayel gazed at you, despite being a human princess, you look ethereal, like his goddess. He felt conflicted, like in the inner depths of his heart, he can’t deny you. He can’t hate you, but love…

“I’m sorry… I can’t give you the love you probably were looking for,” he said. You are sitting beside him in the gardens, outlooking the wide sea. “I know,” you said as you looked at the horizon. “But at least it's not some old nobleman,” you followed. Rafayel smirked, astonished that you were looking at the lighter side of this situation. “No really, I thank you for getting me out of this place,” He was off guard by your remarks at times, in the months of meeting you. You are not pompous nor stuck like the royals he encountered. “I was only taken in this castle… They said my heart is special, for some reason,” you scoffed. “Aren’t you scared of that? Of being taken advantage of?” Rafayel asked. The question was not his character to ask. “No… I’m used to it. I have accepted it as my duty,” you answered. Rafayel only hummed, there is something about you that made him curious. But besides that you are right. He wants your heart, for Lemuria.

“What about you?”

“Huh?” he said.

“Tell me about your beloved,” you said.

“Ah…” he said. He doesn’t want to ruin this marriage because of her. “My memories are blurred about her, but I feel I was waiting for someone,” he brought up a small bracelet. It was a bracelet with a purple seashell as its pendant. “This is all I have about her,” You hummed, he is taking care of it like his life depended on it. Oh, if only he had loved you like how he loves her.

The royal family appointed you to be married to him, to unite the two kingdoms of land and sea. The two kingdoms are hoping it will stabilize the tension. It was a long time plan between the kingdoms and it was rejoiced as Rafayel finally agreed with the marriage. You arrive at his side and take his arm to face the officiant.

As the officiant does his speech, you look at Rafayel. It all leads to this moment, what you’ve been dreaming of, to marry him. But not in the flow you’d expect. The Lemurian elders and the royals, are all looking at you. But Rafayel? He is looking straight ahead and holding onto the seashell pendant.

Everything was a blur in this grand wedding.

Rafayel sighed as he glanced at you and held onto the seashell he cherished before looking away. ‘My heart, I’m sorry… I have to do this as my duty for Lemuria. I tried to find you, tried to find answers… My heart is so confused right now. She isn’t hard to love, she reminds me of you so much…’ The officiant ordered for him to face you. Rafayel gazed at you. ‘I’m sorry you caught up in this mess… Before that time, I will do my best to love you,’ he thought as he cupped your face and kissed you. Rafayel felt the spark, it was a very familiar but odd feeling, he felt like everything was right, like he was destined to be with you despite the odds given by the fates. He felt his heart leap, maybe being wed to you isn’t a bad thing. As he parted from you, you are in a daze. 

Rafayel, the god of the sea, is now your husband. You, the human princess, are his beloved bride.

You were feeling exhausted in the reception. It is both celebrated on the surface and in Lemuria. The surface celebration didn’t take long, as the royal family was just glad that this marriage was done and was more excited in the negotiations with the god of the sea regarding the fish supply. The Lemurian side is totally different, with lots of dancing and music, so a bounty of foods around, mostly different kinds of seafood. You enjoyed it more than the surface, in general, you enjoyed staying in Lemuria than in the surface, even if you were adamant about the other way around before, a long time ago.

You randomly stared at the blue fires encased in the torches around Lemuria. “Are you alright?” Rafayel asked. You look pretty tired, despite being relieved that the wedding is over. “I apologize, I’m a bit spent for today,” you said. He closed his eyes and hummed. “Very well, let me accompany you,” he said. “But- I’m fine, Rafayel, I can go to our chambers on my own,” Rafayel looked at you, not fazed as he moved and carried you, princess style. “Rafayel!” you stammered. “Need I remind you that you are my wife now?” he whispered as he strides away from the throne, letting the people celebrate. “Also, I’m glad to be out of that place,” he sighed. “Time for bed, my wife,” Upon hearing that, you blushed. You two are married and going to your chambers, with him, in one bed. You looked at Rafayel, he seemed amused and seemed to read your mind. “Relax, I’m not going to do anything. I promised you that, remember?” he smirked. You pouted, well it's true.

He kicked the door to the bedroom. Striding towards the large bed, he gently places you on it.

“But what if I do want it?” you asked. He froze and gazed at you.

“No, you don’t,” he said with a serious tone.

“Well, yeah, you are not ready,” you teased. You saw him with his lips pursed, then suddenly pounced on you. You giggled as he tickled you. You two gazed at each other. Rafayel thought you were not hard to love; he felt his heart flutter when you smiled at him. You thought this… “New” Rafayel isn’t hard to love; he is still Rafayel despite this arrangement of his being not an ordeal.

“Are you sure about this? Rafayel won’t remember you!” Talia said. “He already failed once.”

“And it cost him greatly. I… I made a deal with the deep sea. Rafayel also accepted its favor,” you said. Talia remained silent but was surprised. “I know Lemuria and the sea dislike me being with their chosen god of the sea,” You hold the seashell as the medium of the spell. You gave this to him as the vow of offering yourself as his bride.

“I already know my fate, I’d rather die by his hands than be rotten in the castle walls. I’d rather be dead than see my love suffer for any longer. The prophecy must be fulfilled, so that Lemuria can be saved and won’t turn into an ocean of sand,” you said. “For so long… He deserves the sea and land, that I’m willing,” you followed.

“My dear,” Talia said. “Lemurians live to love. I feel… Erase his memories or not, cast him away… The heart will remember,”

Rafayel moves closer to you, meeting your lips with his. He wants this. He doesn’t know why he feels this way, but it feels right. You encircle your arms around his neck; you miss him so much. As he parted from you, he was flushed and panting. “Are you sure? If we continue, I might not hold back,” he smiles. It is full of love; this is the Rafayel you remember.

You two are spent in pure pleasure and bliss, like newlyweds. The marriage will be conducted tomorrow, but you lure Rafayel to a night of passion. You open your eyes and see your love sleeping soundly. He is so beautiful, you feel the pang of pain, that this dream has to end. The plan should follow as is or else there would be consequences. You knew Rafayel sacrificed so much to be with you, but you couldn’t longer bear to see him in misery. You sang the spell while holding the seashell, as tears fell.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I love you so much, Rafayel, my cherished groom,” you said and kissed him to seal the spell. He started to glow, and blue and red fishes appeared around him, representing his memories. The fishes swam to the seashell. As the spell was finished, you quickly dressed yourself and left the palace, leaving the seashell with him.

“Goodbye, my beloved groom…”

Rafayel watches you sleep deeply, feeling proud that he tired you out so much. He never felt this elated, this bliss of marriage.

He felt odd that his vow, an orange fish mark on his chest that glows to its promise, didn’t deter him from this arranged marriage. He thought he would feel immense pain for betraying his beloved. But looking at you, he felt everything was right in place.

But it all ends now.

He looked at the seashell trinket on his bedside table to contemplate before looking at your slumbering self. “I… I’m sorry,” he whispered. He felt pain, everything telling him not to as he summoned his dagger. He raised it and he looked at you. He trembled and stayed still before dropping the dagger. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I… I can’t do it.” He cried softly and he kneeled on the floor. He sees your face, sleeping peacefully.

His whole being suddenly trembled. He heard the deep, grumbling noise in his head. His head hurt, and he felt he was losing himself. He is starting to feel nauseous.

‘How dare you?! You defied the prophecy again! Lemuria will be ruined because of such fleeting love with a human!’

‘I will not let the prophecy be thwarted because of your incompetence!’

“Stop… Stop! You will not control me!” Rafayel screamed, making you wake up. “Rafayel? What is going on?” you murmured, unaware of what was happening.

Rafayel’s eyes darkened as he grabbed the dagger. He stood up and his hand trembled again, Rafayel inside trying to snap himself out of it.

“Argh!” you gasped in intense pain. Your eyes widened in seeing Rafayel, your lawfully wedded husband, stabbed your chest. Rafayel’s darkened eyes blinked and he shook his head quickly. He stumbled as his arm hit the bedside table. The seashell trinket fell and smashed on the floor. You feel dizzy as you see blood pouring out from your chest. You saw Rafayel struggling, the seashell lets out a wisp of blue and red fish going back to him.

Glimpses of memories pour into Rafayel as the lights on his eyes return. He finally sees the blurred girl he’s been trying so hard to hold onto and remember, seeing it was you all along. He has so many questions but it halted when he sees you bloodied on the bed. You feel your consciousness seeping away and accept your fate, the last thing you saw was Rafayel in shock.

Before he can react, the ground starts to rumble as blood seeps to the Lemurian floor, and the fires of the torches around Lemuria turn red, the sign that the god of the sea has accepted its duty and completed the prophecy. The Lemurian soldiers and elders rushed to the chambers, stopping Rafayel from getting to you as your body was taken away.

“Stop! Where are you taking her?!” he cried and struggled, wanting to get to his beloved, his wife, the woman he had loved from the beginning. An elder went to him with a solemn face. “Lord Rafayel, my apologies, she had passed.” Rafayel froze and looked at you, you looked drained and pale as if your essence was already gone. “N-No, no, no… No!” he struggled again, wanting to run to you. “I want to see my wife!” he said. “Your Quintessence, we have to bring her to the surface, her body will deteriorate fast here as she is not Lemurian,” Rafayel stopped and he knew this, he saw your chest remained still and not breathing, and it's all because of him. He didn’t care, he went to look at you, your eyes are closed as you permanently rest. Pearls fell on the floor as he cried, as they took your body away to be sent to the surface.

A private funeral was still held in Lemuria, it was not announced yet, but it seemed obvious to everyone. Rafayel never went out since, despite the room being cleaned already, endless pearls surrounding the inside remained. He stared at the shattered seashell beside him as he started to realize piece by piece. He learned that you knew the grand plan after all. He discovered that you pulled such strings to make him forget about you, yet as Talia said, the heart always remembers. He realized that you two would be married but you chose to sacrifice it to continue the plan. No wonder his mark didn’t react negatively whenever he thought of loving his bride and letting his beloved go, as it is the same person all along. He didn’t even have the moment to say goodbye or hold you. As the prophecy is fulfilled, he is no longer allowed to the surface, he is now in the depths of the sea as he was born into.

What angered him is that, not long after, the people of Lemuria celebrated the return of their god of the sea as they looked forward to the prosperous blessing of the deep sea. It felt like a betrayal to him, like they just waited for you to be gone, it felt like everything was too fast. A heavy pit of hatred in his heart was formed, how dare they take away his bride, his wife, his beloved that he waited for centuries! 

He screamed, all of the mourning, loss, and remorse he felt, as blue scales appeared on his skin, his legs slowly formed into a tail and his ears became fins.

The ground shook as the Lemurians were surprised, the elders ran along with the soldiers to check on their god.

As the doors opened, their eyes widened as Rafayel was gone, but a different person… Entity of ethereal power. The multicolored eyes are now as blue as the sea, the once calm face is replaced with a serious, angered riddled expression. Gone with their beloved Rafayel, and now rises as the tyrant god of the sea.

“How dare he refuse me?!” The king said, visibly angry. It’s been a few months since storms surged nonstop at the sea, making it difficult for fishermen and marine vessels to catch fish. “Your Highness, Lemuria is under lockdown since as well, as I read the reports from their palace,” the messenger said, representing Lemuria. “It seems the god of the sea is still mourning the loss of his late wife,” The king scoffed. “He still didn’t do his end of the bargain of this marriage! The princess is not of royal blood but the audacity of her to betray the kingdom, over some sea god!”

There was little silence. “Then, I will deny your request. I will never let any human set foot in my domain,” the messenger said, surprising the king. The messenger’s eyes are blue, and he has mists of blue aura around him.

“Rafayel,” the king hissed. “You must do the end of your bargain from the marriage! Dissipate the storms!”

“How could I do the end of my bargain when I lost the only reason I held onto that marriage?” Rafayel said as the messenger crossed his arms as he willed to. “No need to fret, the human race isn’t the only one who suffers,” he stated. “You need to be struck down, a tyrant in his own kingdom!” The king yelled.

“The audacity to call me a tyrant, when everyone betrayed me,” Rafayel said menacingly. “Even your wife? What if she is alive? Are you going to punish her?” the king said. “No, she did not betray me. Her fate was sealed but not like this,” he said, solemnly. Memories rushed back to him, the beautiful moments of being with you. Your love for him went beyond, your willingness to give your heart for his sake. The king scoffed. “All of this just because of that pawn?” he laughed. Rafayel, or rather the messenger, raised his hand. Water seeps into the palace as a storm is above the castle. “What- Rafayel, stop this instant!” The king said as the water was starting to flood fast.

“My wrath will not stop. The only thing it will stop is if my wife is miraculously alive,” he said. Water slowly rises, and the people in the castle panicked in the floods and the howling winds and tried to stop it and save the king.

“Stop! She is alive! She is!” the king screamed. Rafayel was surprised and made the messenger stop walking. But no, no more lies as his heart was played many times.

You groaned as you woke up and had to lift your heavy belly to sit up to start the day. It is a few months after an elderly couple found you unconscious by the shore. You almost died that day and you try to recall what happened, but all is very fuzzy. You only remembered someone crying your name, someone smiling at you tenderly, you felt and knew he loved you so much. So much that…

“Hey, stop kicking,” you chuckled at your belly, breaking your thoughts. “We can’t get fish, sorry,” you whispered. You wanted to know who is your partner, you tried your best to remember him or even find him. But no one knows as you live in a village where the elderly couple found you. You were also wearing this wedding ring on your finger, a gold ring with a blue gem in the middle. You didn’t feel strange about it, as if it felt right that you were married.

You are craving so much seafood, but the market is out of fish as the fishermen are having a hard time getting to the sea, which is also expensive. No human is allowed to travel by sea as the god of the sea’s anger is immense. The sky is often gray and the tempests are strong. You heard stories about the sea god, and rumors went around as you roamed the market. You heard of him as benevolent in the past, but he became cruel because of the loss of his wife. Some say that he killed his wife as a sacrifice for the sea, which caused him to be this mad.

A woman’s pregnancy craving won’t stop anyone, not even the god of the sea himself. You had cravings for a week and it is starting to feel painful. In the early dawn, you managed to walk to the shore and sneak into an abandoned boat. You look above the darkened sky, the sky seems clear enough and there are calm winds. “Am I really going to do this?” you asked yourself but you are desperate. Your plan A is to catch a fish, plan B is to demand the god of the sea to give you one. You chuckled as if you were special enough for him to give you an audience.

You started to row the boat towards a good distance so that you could get back on shore quickly. It is difficult as the winds get stronger. The sea is indeed tricky, it was calm on the shore but the opposite once on the water. The waves rock the boat harshly as you try to get the net. The sea has become uncontrollable as if they detected a trespasser. You tried to hold onto the boat but the waves were rocking it nonstop.

“Ahh!!!”

Your body went into shock as you were thrown overboard. Cold water envelopes you, you try to move to get above but feel heavy. You see the boat getting farther and farther. You try not to panic to have enough air but don’t know whom to seek help. You curled up, not having any options, apologizing to your baby bump. You don’t believe in such but if ever he is real, you hope he can do a miracle. You uttered a familiar name, as if that name is very special to you like it holds your entire heart.

“Rafayel…”

Rafayel’s eyes widened as he stood up from his throne. He hears many prayers and wishes amongst his people and on the surface that knows him. But this soft voice…

“Help… My child…”

His eyes blinked, unsure that the familiar voice he was hearing was indeed real. Despite the anger in his heart to everyone, this one… He felt the warmth he was craving for. He steps down from his throne and swims like a flying dart, outside his palace and into the vast sea. Swimming to the approximate location, he saw a figure falling to the depths, with a capsized boat above. He quickly swam when he realized that the figure was expecting and was familiar. He went to her… To you, his supposed dead wife. His eyes widened as he recognized you, his hands trembled when he embraced you. He placed his lips onto yours, so you could breathe underwater. You coughed hard, trying to expel water from your lungs but were still unconscious. His head is running with so many thoughts, but he shakes his head, your safety is a priority. He holds you close as a protective aura envelopes you before going down to the depths of the sea.

“Is she well?” you heard a familiar voice. You felt comfort and warmth all over your body.

“Yes,” you heard another female voice. You couldn’t pinpoint her but she sounded familiar. “The mother and the baby are healthy,” you listened to the other voice sigh in relief. “Rafayel… I can’t believe that she…” she trailed off.

“I know, Talia,” he said. His voice is beautiful, yet there is a hint of nervousness and shock. “She’s pregnant… Her belly is already big,” he said, astonished. “I wonder who’s the…”

“Rafayel, you still question her devotion after all this time?!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know- It’s very-” he said. You are surprised that this is the tyrant god the people on the surface were talking about all this time. You heard Talia sigh and hear a wisping sound, you felt a cool sensation on your belly as she said a string of incantations in an unknown language.

“There, see? Two little fishes. If it's a pure human, it would be a seedling,” Talia said. “She is carrying twins, Rafayel, and yes, they are yours,”

“What?”

‘What?!’ You wanted to say it but you only muttered a groan. Rafayel and Talia looked at you as you opened your eyes. You saw the god of the sea, as beautiful as his voice, the purple hair with his wonderful eyes. Memories surged in you as he looked at you tenderly. You married this ethereal being.

“Rafayel?” you spoke. “Hey,” he said, both happy yet a little awkward. “I- I didn’t know you’re- I tried looking for you-” he said, completely overwhelmed. You can see his tears becoming pearls as they fall off. You moved closer and cupped his face. Rafayel embraced you tight as if you’d disappear from him again. You hear the sound of pearls hitting the floor.

All of the blurred memories become clearer now. “I mean, I was surprised that I was pregnant all of a sudden, but it felt that whoever I did it to, I did cherish that person,” you spoke and rubbed his back. “I don’t forget things easily… The heart always remembers,”

“I tried looking for you… I can’t go to land anymore as I accepted the duty,” he spoke. “I didn’t know you’re…”

“Ah, I had fuzzy memories but… I was almost until an old couple found me. My chest was bloodied, a piece of my heart was gone… Well, that was what I heard, not sure if it's true, because well… I survived,” you said. “Then, I felt weird changes in my body and learned I was pregnant… I had dreams of being and marrying someone and I have this ring,” You showed the gold ring, and Rafayel wore a similar ring on his ring finger, too. “So somehow that made me think I was married,” you smiled.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I hurt you, I-” It broke your heart. You can hear him being miserable, blaming himself for what happened. “Rafayel, I know what you had to do,” you smiled. “It’s okay, I’m not angry or anything… I’m just grateful you saved me,”

“I’m just glad I found you fast enough. If I lost you… You three…” he said. It sinks to you that you are carrying twins. “Well, the god of the sea didn’t disappoint in saving his follower,” you chuckled and he smiled. You two remained embraced until Rafayel was comfortable and calmed enough, he was listening to your heartbeats along with your voice. “I want to ask, why were you at the sea? The waves are rough and the storms are relentless,” he said.

“Well, who’s fault is it that there are storms in the first place?” You said and crossed your arms, pouting. Rafayel was surprised and looked down in guilt but he was just a man who lost his wife. “I just want seafood so bad! There’s not much to buy because a certain someone forbidding everyone to go to the sea,” Rafayel blinked in surprise and suddenly chuckled. The lengths you’ll go to for cravings. It is bad enough for Lemurians, what more for a human. “Hey!” you pouted.

“Ah sorry, sorry,” he said, smiling and kissed you. He felt complete that he could finally kiss you again. You blushed in response. “Okay, I’ll tell the kitchen to cook you some. You’ll be having seafood for days, a feast, just for my wife,” he placed his hand on your belly. You feel a slight rumble above as if the storms are cleared and the sea is calm again. “You two caused your mother trouble,” he said softly. He is ready to face the deep sea, Lemuria, and everyone to have you and his babies in his arms. “But then again, thank you because I found her,”

[will-schuester-hate-blog]

wish they did more duran duran on glee. I LOVE DURAN DURRAN. and all I got was 2 songs which were actually one song cause it was a mash-up. shame. worst of all, one of the singers on it was COOPER. (no hate to cooper but he's only there like 1 time in the whole show) give klaine a duran duran song or something smh.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[cheerclaw]

I still feel her presence here, but there's something off... I'm starting to forget her.

designs by @doomedcousins slash thylacid bc i dont have my own designs yay

[fiona-fififi]

Call me homophobic, but I don't actually think it's great representation to stick a complex, dynamic, newly-realized bisexual character permanently with a flat, boring, underdeveloped love interest just because that was the first guy who showed interest.