#like what is so hard about treating people with kindness!!!!

[crazydeershark]

Jason Todd who loves so hard he breaks.

He yearns for your love like it’s what keeps him breathing. He craves your touch, your smile, the faint smell of your perfume on his clothes after one of those big hugs you give him. He can’t get enough of you.

Jason Todd whose physical wounds haven’t been painful for a long time now. Or maybe he’s gotten too used to them. But when he listens to you ramble about how much danger he gets in while you’re cleaning his patrol wounds, something inside of him snaps. He crumbles when he sees the little tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

He’s never had anyone care about him so deeply. He’s sure he doesn’t deserve you. You and your kind, sweet words. He swears he doesn’t need them.

He’s strong enough. He doesn’t need to be babied or treated as if he’s a fragile piece of glass, that’s ready to snap anytime.

But then again, you make him feel comfort, which, perhaps, doesn’t feel so bad. You make him feel like home, and he hasn’t felt that in a very long time.

Jason Todd’s tense muscles and eyes soften when he sees you baking the cookies he mentioned he liked once.

To Gotham’s streets, he’s ruthless, powerful, cruel.

But to you, he’s the most gentle and tender man you’ve ever met.

He lets you rest your head on his shoulder after a long day, lets you rant about the annoying people at work.

He can’t help but stare at you with those dark green eyes of his when you talk about something you find enjoyment in. Your whole face lights up, and he swears you’re too innocent, too delicate for this world.

Jason Todd who makes it his job to protect you. From everything. You’re his, his to long for. And he loves every single part of it.

[contentloadingandstuff]

What is a Husband's Role? - Liyue Girls x Male!Reader

A/N: Exams might be over for me, but now, of course, I got a notice that I have to submit myself to a military assessment, compulsory for all men in their 19th year of life. Wonderful. Anyway, enjoy! CW: None.

Question: Who is a husband to you? What is his role?

Beidou: Well, it's quite simple. Y/N is a tough guy, one that's not afraid of taking the world on his shoulders if need be. He handles things in my absence, keeping the Crux’s land-based businesses afloat. While I don't take him out to sea that much, I'd rather have him well and good just in case, he's more than adequate at running the fleet. Me? Heh, he always has my back. Whenever I drink, he stays sober and makes sure I'm taken care of and back home safely and he keeps my bunk warm at night. He's one hell of a man in the sheets too- Why are you blushing, eh? Not the kind of answer you expected? A gal has her needs, I'll have you know. 

Ganyu: My husband is the light of my life. Y/N treats me like a precious flower, tending to my needs and admiring me like the most beautiful thing in this world. When he holds me, he does so with utmost care and attention. His affection makes me feel safe and loved. Thanks to him, I learned to balance work and life again. But even when I'm on the clock, he visits me everyday for my midday nap. All of his support has been crucial for my self-esteem and my efficiency at work. Without him, I don't know where I would be today. Hm? T-too scientific…? I'm s-sorry, I've just been thinking about it a lot…

Hu Tao: Ah, yes! My partner in crime, my muse, and the man ensuring the continuation of the Hu bloodline! Aiya, whatever would my world be without him? It would be as bleak as the space between life and death, with me - a sad, wailing soul, eager to find the comforting warmth of another… I'm lucky enough to have it already. His role in this marriage is not just being my lover, but being my best friend too! He's always open to my shenanigans and eagerly listens to all of my poetic scribbles, praising me and giving constructive criticism in equal measure. Y/N is not deterred by my work, and never ever turns a cold shoulder towards me. He's there when I want to mess around, when I need help or when I just want to lay in his arms and twirl his hair. Mm, I can already picture our lovely heirs! I hope they'll have his eyes~. 

Keqing: I would like to confess something, if that is alright with you. Before I became a wife and a mother, I didn't truly understand what I was fighting for. I have been taught to work towards the preservation of an abstract idea of Liyue, a homogeneous mass of people and the land along with it. I fought for it, yes, but now I know that I didn't truly comprehend what Liyue is. When I first woke up alongside my husband and when I first held my daughter in my arms, I finally understood. I understood that I'm fighting for the people, not as some vague collective, but as individuals. I'm working and fighting for husbands such as Y/N, wives such as myself, and children like my own. I would give my life for my loved ones a hundred times over, and I can work twice as hard, knowing that I do so for the future of my family and every other family in Liyue. My husband opened my eyes, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

 

Lan Yan: Hey - that's no way to think about your beloved! Love is not inherently about being useful to each other, it's more about feelings and companionship. For example, I can't say that taking Y/N with me when picking rattan is making the process easier or faster; I could easily do it myself. But I invite him just to have him near. Hearing his voice comforts me, and to be honest, I've been by his side so long that I just feel… off without him. What if it stormed, or what if night caught me by surprise? He would be worried sick, I'm sure… Or what if I met a ghoul or a jiangshi while out? I m-mean, I have a Vision and everything, but is it wrong to feel safer around my big, strong husband?

Ningguang: I find it fairly obvious - he is to support me, to comfort me and to keep me company. If you would like a more personal take on the matter, I'd say that Y/N, for me, is a precious antique - surely the most valuable of all. His role is to be a feast for my eyes and my heart, nothing less, nothing more. I wouldn't want to drag him into my business, as that would be foolishly risking his life. His role is to satisfy my emotional and physical desires - after all, true fulfillment in these areas cannot be bought by Mora. 

Shenhe: Well, I learned that a husband's role is… Hm? You want me to answer in my own words? Oh, I see. Then… I used to think that a husband is meant to give his wife children. It is what I thought for most of my life, until I met Y/N. Y/N’s presence, his words and touch, cause a comforting warmth to spread through my chest. I learned that this is what love truly means. It's a sense of safety, but it is exciting all the same. I want him closer, but my usual dark visions do not appear in my mind. I do not feel the pressure of my soul straining against the red ropes. He calms me, he makes me feel safe. Now I understand the importance of having a soul to share one's life with. I understand now what the word ‘husband’ means. And I am… happy with Y/N by my side. 

Xinyan: I love Y/N because he honestly loves me for who I am. No matter if I rock and roll or feel in the mood for something softer, he'll jam out to it with me. And he's one hell of a guy, let me tell you! He's not afraid to go all in with me, no matter what. I thought about going on tour? He's there with me. I wanna save some Mora to upgrade my guitar? You guessed it, he pitches in as much as he can! I feel like stealing him and partying the night away? He never says no. That's the best man a gal can ask for!

Xianyun: Hmph. Are you implying One's choice of husband is poor? One will have you know that Y/N is of the finest sort - a body that would make the gods of old jealous and a mind that rivals One's own. It is the latter that’s of utmost importance - One doesn't see a husband as a mere nod-along, but as a man that is capable of challenging his wife's character and inciting her to grow. As such, don't be concerned by Y/N arguing my points at any point in time. It is what One desires, and loves about him the most. 

Xiangling: Ooh, where do I start! My hubby is the best sous chef in the world - he makes sure that the kitchen is stocked up, clean and well organised, letting me focus on my favourite part - cooking! Whenever I need to get ingredients, he takes my place in the restaurant. Sometimes we go out together to get some new ingredients and experiment a little. He's good at cutting up meat, hunting down that meat and defending me if any of my ingredients decides it wants to snack on me. And, when we camp for the night, his cuddles are just the best! Both my dad and Guoba approve of Y/N, so I suppose my taste in boys isn't that bad after all. 

Yelan: A woman my age, and in my line of work, can't be blamed for giving up and thinking she'll be alone until the end, right? That was the Yelan my husband met a few years back. And yet here I am today, a married woman. I knew I was missing out, but I just couldn't imagine how delightful it feels to have someone propping up my back - not for a mission, or a profession, but for life. My husband is my safety net. His arms are my hideout where I can rest from the stress of my daily work. I never want to lose him, which is why I have him stay low and always keep the eyes of my most trusted agent on him. Nobody is going to sneak up on my man - not while my heart still beats. 

Yun Jin: His use? Ah, I think I can answer that with a single word - adventure. I always dreamt of journeying across the outside world, and love is such a journey. Y/N is my companion on it, holding my hand whenever I feel scared or unsure, standing steadfast by my side. He lets me experience so many feelings and emotions I could only imagine before he took my heart… Hehe, stories of love I sing in opera don’t come close to experiencing a husband’s warmth yourself.  

Yanfei: Well, who else would listen to me ramble on about my passion other than my lovely Y/N? I swear, no matter how many versions or iterations of Liyue’s legal history I read out to him, he never gets sleepy! He even asks questions and actually remembers what each chapter was about, can you believe that?! Hehe, seriously now; he’s a great partner, both in life and in a discussion. Y/N makes some room in his schedule for visiting me at work every day of the week, and always brings some mean snacks with him. Oh - you have to try his crab cakes, they’ll blow your socks off! And who ever said that guys can’t cook, right? 

Thanks for reading!

[ccazimi]

Poltergeist! (pt. 2)

pt. 1

cw: true-form sukuna x ghost!reader, heian era au, crack, fluff, suggestive themes, possession of bodies (including sukuna's), errr...footjob themes? (it's kind of how she messes with him), mentions of sexual activities, talks of death/dying, reader breaks sukuna's privacy (mayybe dubcon if you squint??), mentions of his two-cocks and a brief peek at them (no explicit descriptions)

wc: 2.1k

a/n: not sure how i feel about this yet but it was fun to write...

It's been about a month since Sukuna's moved into his (your) shrine. A month since you started haunting him.

You keep annoying him, especially since you've officially scared all the servants into proper submission and there's nothing left for you to do, and he keeps threatening to exorcise you.

His final straw was when you got tired of floating around everywhere (he's not sure how that can even happen) and decided you were just going to sit on his shoulder and let him carry you around.

Permanently.

And it's not like he can get you off or really do anything to you, so now he's left with the shitty equivalent of a really chatty parrot on his shoulder and and a backache. Sukuna does not like backaches, especially when they comment on every detail of his life from how gross it is that he eats peoples to you lecturing him that he should really get some more fruits and veggies in his diet.

So finally you push him to the point of making Uraume try and perform yet another banishing ritual.

Like usual, it doesn't work. Like worse than usual, it somehow makes you stronger.

And that's how you've gained the ability to possess people.

You don't tell Sukuna at first, he just notices one day that suddenly that burdensome weight on his shoulder is gone, and he thanks whatever god exists up there. He wonders if one of his exorcisions finally caught up to you or something.

Everything's going well and because he's in the mood, Sukuna invited his best concubine to his chambers that evening. He lies down and instructs his concubine to get to work, leaving it up to her whether she wants to suck him off or ride him.

He closes his eyes when he feels some pressure rubbing along his bulge, figuring she's just working up to the main event. Except his concubine keeps up her rubbing, and what feels like....poking?... his two dicks.

And then-

"Ohhh yeahhh, you like that ya four-armed freak? I bet you do~"

Immediately his eyes shoot open and he sits up, feeling his boners quickly go soft when he finds his concubine laying on her back, still fully clothed, and rubbing his crotch with the ball of her heel.

"What the FUCK are you doing?!" He seethes, unable to process what kind of brain worm's gotten into his concubine's head.

Sukuna picks her up by the ankle and tosses her off the futon, ready to inflict his vengeance for treating his precious package(s) with such disrespect.

He expects his concubine to beg for his forgiveness or something as he glares down at her, but instead she starts laughing, cackling so hard tears come out of her eyes.

Sukuna blinks as the concubine's body abruptly goes limp and your ghostly form slips out.

You're laughing so hard you don't even realize you fell out of her body.

He crosses both sets of arms and stares daggers at you as you just laugh, feeling a vein twitch somewhere in his forehead. "You FILTHY FREAKSHOW OF A GHOST, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU ARE NOT FUNNY."

Finally you stop laughing and look down to realize you fell out of the body again, before sighing dramatically, making a mockery of a pout. "I just wanted to please my dear Lord, King and savior in the way he likes it best...."

"You know, I really wish you were alive."

"Aww, really??"

"So I could kill you myself."

You give him a dirty scowl before it splits into a wicked grin. "Wait a minute...."

Sukuna does not like the look on your face. Not at all.

And before he can even process what's happening, you're whooshing towards him to take over his body.

He freezes for a second, a shiver running down his spine as it feels like his skeleton goes icy cold. And then, he loses all control of his motions.

No, no, no. This can't be happening.

"I can hear you think in here, you know."

"GET OUT. NOW."

He fights for control as you start moving his limbs around like a doll, curious at the strange sensation of inhabiting this unique body.

"Woahhhh. Four arms feels weird."

His arms swing out all in different directions as you test it out, trying to step forward.

Meanwhile sukuna is cussing you out, and trying to cancel all the movements you're making in his body.

"Fucking -goddamn- brat....get the fuck OUT." He struggles through gritted teeth, trying to eject you from his flesh or at least take back control.

Luckily the concubine on the floor had long since scurried out in utter shock, but if she was still there she would be certain that the King of Curses has officially gone mad, arguing with himself and jerking and flailing his body wildly like a really bad marionette.

You fight back just as hard as him. "Hey, wait, we're going to fall--"

"I'M going to fall, there's no WE--"

"WE are in this together now, buddy. Literally..."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT."

His large frame does indeed topple over and both of you groan in pain.

But unfortunately for him, your curiosity is far from satisfied.

You peel open the lips on his stomach, before realizing you can just open the maw yourself. You stick out the large tongue and wiggle it in the air, giggling as you pinch and pull at it with another hand.

"Woah, this thing's freaky--"

"I'M FREAKY??!" Sukuna attempts to shut his stomach maw while reeling in his tongue.

"CAN YOU STOP YELLING FOR ONCE?? WHY ARE YOU EVEN YELLING WHEN I CAN LITERALLY HEAR YOU THINK."

Sukuna's about to yell back when you randomly pull open his hakama and peer down to see what's inside.

"THERE'S TWO--"

He yelps, quickly snapping his waist band shut. He's not one to feel shame, but he's certainly caught off-guard and feeling a bit scandalized right now, before quickly composing himself.

"That's ENOUGH. Can you leave now?!"

"What's the magic word?"

He wonders if he should stab himself right now just to make you feel some pain. It'd be worth it.

"Hey, I can hear that--" You interrupt.

"Please leave. Now." He finally grits out, unable to take this any longer.

And finally there's a sensation like the iciness leaving his bones, and he regains his bodily autonomy. He stands, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"You need to learn some fucking boundaries, woman. What kind of priestess even are you, being such a perv??"

You roll your eyes. "Not a priestess, a shrine maiden. I just worked here."

"Whatever." He grumbles. "I've had enough of you. I'm going to sleep. Please don't bother me."

You decide you've tormented the tyrant just about enough for the day so you go find someone else to bother.

Sukuna's clearly unhappy with you but in a different way that usual. He can't hurt you or get rid of you, so he resorts to giving you the silent treatment.

You can barely believe it, and try to get back his attention somehow or another but nothing works.

You cause a cold draft and blow out all the lanterns?

"We should probably refill the oil in these lamps."

You literally try to talk to him?

"Uraume, do you hear something? Must be the wind...."

Sure, you could go further, but for some reason a part of you actually feels kind of...upset, like you need to fix this. You can't believe it but you actually miss him talking to you, even if it was usually bickering.

Though not always.

He used to talk to you about other stuff too, and during his silent treatment you realize he'd entertain your yapping about stupid and random things quite a bit actually.

But unfortunately, Sukuna isn't the only one around here with an ego. You'd rather die again, than say sorry.

Instead, you bring food to his room, leaving it on the low table by his futon. Sometimes you bring shiny or pretty things you find and leave them there too, like golden hair combs that you steal from servants or colorful feathers you find, despite the fact that he's literally a grown ass man. Even if it takes you sometimes hours of concentrating to pick things up, and successfully move them considerable distances.

You don't know really why you do all this stuff, you just do it. Frankly you were alone your entire life, and even afterwards in death. The life of a shrine maiden was peaceful, sure, but lonely.

You make his futon for him, tidy his room when he's gone like you're one of his fucking servants.

And still, he doesn't acknowledge it or any of your actions. He doesn't even remove the little "gifts" (your version of gifts) you've left for him either, and somehow that's even more upsetting.

A week later after you're still being met with stubborn silence you decide you should try and talk to him -- actually talk to him. He's a busy man, killing and marauding like usual but finally you catch him during a mealtime.

You float in through the walls, and sit in front of him watching him eat for a few moments before trying to start up conversation.

"So....the weather's pretty nice today, huh?" You begin unsurely, trying to keep your voice friendly.

Silence. He's even gotten pretty good at just looking right through you, at whatever's behind.

You sigh. "Wanna know how I died?"

He doesn't respond, but this time his eyes focus on you.

You take it as a sign to continue. "It was about...seven years ago, I think. I'd lived my entire life at the shrine because it belonged to my family. But all of them had died and I was the last one left, so I took on the responsibility of caring for it."

He continues to eat but all his eyes are on you now, like he's listening. "One winter, I fell sick, like really sick. There was no one to take care of me, nothing to do as I could feel my body giving out. I’d never really been scared of death before but in that moment, as i realized i was actually dying, it hit me."

You breathe slowly remembering what it was like, your final moments of life. "Though it wasn't exactly death that was the scariest you know. It was being alone in my final moments, and more than that it was the feeling of being utterly powerless, having no control over my dying flesh. That was the scariest part-- losing my autonomy to nature. I was dying, and there was absolutely nothing I could do."

He looks at you like you want to say something, but he doesn't.

"So....I guess what I'm saying is, I know what it's like. I don't blame you for really not liking me taking over your body. I guess that was sort of....crossing a boundary. I won't do it again." You rub your neck awkwardly, staring intently at the floor like it's the most interesting thing in the world. "Because I'm guessing that's what you're soo upset about..."

"Even if I was upset, how do you know it's not over you breaking my favorite sake set when you threw it at the wall to get my attention?"

You look up to find him trying not to smirk at you as he chewed on his food. In fact, he's almost looking at you like he's trying not to laugh.

You cross your arms and huff as you narrow your eyes at him. "I am not apologizing for that. You really ignored me because of that? You're not serious, right?"

He shrugs lazily. "Maybe, maybe not. Besides, I didn't know you coveted my attention so badly." He adds smugly.

If there was any blood flowing in your veins, you might've felt your cheeks heat up ever so slightly. "I don't. I was just trying to be nice, asshole."

"And those were some pretty little gifts you left for me in my room, picking things out like you're a crow. Are you going to comb my hair for me with that comb you left, next?"

You glare at him, unappreciative of his teasing before picking up a random empty dish and throwing it at the wall behind him.

Sukuna doesn't even react to it anymore.

You stand and turn your back, angrily floating out of the room as you have your final word.

"Also I'm not sorry about that footjob."

"Want to give me another?"

You clench your jaw, or else it would fall open, responding by just flipping him off and making the sliding door bang shut behind you.

You can hear him laughing at you from behind it, though a part of you can't help but feel like things are right again.

[psychoticallytrans]

Hey. You. Disabled person.

We're in dark times right now, and a lot of us are probably going to die. A lot of us have always died, and we tend to be the first ones offloaded when times get hard for being "more trouble than we're worth".

Those people are wrong about us. We are worth every effort needed to keep us alive, because we are people. We are worth loving and caring for. Our quality of life and our joy are important.

The people who are wrong about us are currently in power, and are being given leeway to act. We are likely going to be stripped of a good portion of our healthcare, income, and networks. The first two are most likely to happen directly, through cuts to federal programs. The latter is likely to happen as the ones who love us are burdened under their own problems, and may no longer have the time, energy, or spare income to help us. Ignoring any of that won't help us.

So, our lives are valuable, but they're not being treated that way. What next?

Do what you need to to secure your healthcare. We're going to see a boom in black market and back-alley treatment. Find doctors and pharmacists you trust who keep their mouths shut and their standards of care high. If you can, stockpile medications that are expensive or likely to see shortages with the tariffs. If you depend on weed or CBD for part of your symptom management, see if you can find a grower who's likely to keep it up even if the conservative agenda on weed gets reinstated.

Look into alternative sources of income. Yeah, old news for a lot of us, and I expect you've heard all the old advice about data entry and so on before. Monetary isn't the only kind of income that'll help here, though. If a neighbor will pay you in food for helping set up a spreadsheet, that's food you don't have to buy. If your insurance no longer covers repairs to your equipment, then a technician and you can barter services.

Don't do their work for them. If they want you dead, then they should have to fight for every single death that they want to see. If you have to die, don't die quietly. Spread exactly why you're dying as loud and far as you can- social media, local papers, anywhere you can. Name your killers clearly and often. Don't make yourself easy to bury. Take their reputations down with you.

Do, however, prepare to be dead. If you have any assets you care about, get a will together and make sure they'll be sent to the people who actually gave a shit about you even when it was work. If your parents were pieces of shit, they don't get to sell your small collection or your left-behind art like they have a right to it. Draw up what you want done with your body.

Living wills are important too, as is declaring who has your medical power of attorney. These determine how you are treated if you are alive, but unable to communicate or not considered in your right mind. Be very careful about who you give these rights to, but if you don't give them to anyone, they probably will default to whoever your next of kin is. If there's someone better than them, get it down in legal terms. If you're gay and happily married, get it down that your spouse has your medical power of attorney, in case they manage to rule against gay marriage at the federal level. An advance directive covers both a living will and who has your medical power of attorney.

Hide. Steal. Fight. Commit crimes and use the legal system. Protect yourself and preserve your own life by any means you can get your hands on.

Because every single one of us who stays alive is spit in the face of everyone who thinks it would be more convenient to have all of us comfortably dead and out of their way.

Because every single one of us who stays alive is proof to the disabled people who come after us that we are not easy to get rid of, and that they deserve to fight as well.

Because every single one of us deserves to live.

I love you. Stay the fuck alive.

[binomech]

I keep thinking about the simplicity and kindness with which Severance treats grief, and death. That you can express your pain in a million different ways but ultimately, what it always amounts to is: This person was alive, and I loved them, and now they aren't, and I still love them. Love is the only thing pulling us forward, even as it forces us to look back.

There's a few quotes from the show under the cut. There's not much else to this post, just like there isn't much else to someone you love dying. It hurts, and you miss them. It will always hurt a little bit, and that's okay. That's what remembering does.

Ms. Casey about Mark Scout:

Your outie can parallel park in less than 20 seconds. Your outie can roller-skate with grace. Your outie pays all of his gas and electric bills within three business days. Your outie listens to music while shaving, but not while showering. Your outie prefers two scoops of ice cream in a serving, but they must be the same flavor. Your outie once captured a butterfly.

Mark Scout about Gemma:

My wife was extraordinary. My wife was allergic to nutmeg. And when she sneezed, she always sneezed twice. My wife liked other people's dogs. My wife thought cardigans looked ridiculous. I loved all these things about her... Equally.

Dylan and Irving about Burt:

Irving: The last time I was happy was when all I knew was MDR. When I was good at my job and not trying to be happy. I'm going to leave, Dylan. Dylan: It is not leaving. So stop fucking calling it that. I know, you want... I know... Just fucking try. Irving: You're a good friend, Dylan. (...) I wanted you to know before I left. Dylan: Okay. Well, you're not. You... No. Stop it. Stop it. Listen to me. Look, I'm sorry that outie Burt has a hot husband or whatever. But he is not the point. Innie Burt is the guy you fell for, and I know because I encouraged the courtship. Irving: I... I want it to be over. I want the pain to be over. If he's gone and I'm gone... Dylan: Stop saying that. Irving: ...then somehow, we'll be together. Dylan: He wouldn't want that. Irving: How do you know? Dylan: Because I don't want that. Because I would be sad, and I would be less productive, and I'm really good at what I do here, whatever it is. And you're part of what makes me good at it. So please, do not go. Irving: Dylan... I'm your favorite perk. Dylan: Don't bring them into this. All I'm saying is, if Burt was still here, he would be telling you to stick around and figure out what the fuck this is.

Felicia and Irving about Burt:

Irving: I can't... My God, he was... he was fearless! Felicia: I worked with Burt for six years. And I only ever saw him scared of one thing: He spent two hours on his hair the first time he went to visit you. Irving: Really? I should... I should show you something. I'd draw [one portrait of him] every day I couldn't see him. My numbers went down, but I didn't even care.

Dylan about Irving:

It's hard to pinpoint a favorite Irving story. For the least fun guy in the world, he was really fun. He put the "dick" in contradiction. One time, he was pissed at me for watering down the toner, so he put toner in my water cup. He stopped me before I drank it, though. He just wanted to make a point, not harm me physically. But I did accidentally take a sip of it later, 'cause I forgot he said that. He asked me for help with something near the end, and I didn't listen. And in his final moments, he would have been totally justified in telling me to suck my own fuck. But he didn't. He was awesome, and I miss him.

[kings-highway]

I’m kinda throwing up writing this because I’ve never done this before but I wanted to say I really really love reading your fics!! (>T~T)>❤️

I also wanted to ask: what are some of your headcannons when it comes to daichi’s home life? Personally I like to think his siblings are all wayyy younger than him, which makes him more of a third parent than an older brother. He laments the fact that he has to be the responsible reliable figure even at home, but he’d never hold it against those little rascals <3 His parents also do their best, but it’s hard splitting your attention 5 ways, and with him being so dependable, they tend to neglect him a little

Anyways, that’s all!! Hope this isn’t too weird or anything haha ;-;

Aaaaaaaa no worries no worries at all <3 I love receiving asks and I love talking about these characters so never feel bad for popping up being so kind :)

and I have a lot of headcanons for the Sawamura family! As a disclaimer, I tend to write whatever is needed for any given storyline, so dont hold me accountable in the future if I dont 100% hold to these lmao

I fully agree with his siblings being substantially younger than him. But personally I also love the idea of making Daichi an unplanned teenage pregnancy, making the parentification of him less a facet of "bad" parenting and more a result of kids who were just not ready for a baby. it also makes his very mature disposition a very nice contrast to the idea that he was a result of teenage mistakes. In this way, his younger siblings were his parents "chosen" kids, the kids they had once they were older and ready for it, and I think they were very good parents. unfortunately they were very good parents after Daichi had already grown up. in this you can push his age from his siblings anywhere from 8-15 years older than them. ((when I write, I try to maintain canon family dynamics unless it'll play a roll in the story, so I often give the age gap at 6 years for realism, because we know he has 4 siblings by 18 and you can only squeeze out so many 9 month pregnancies in so many years lmao.)

so daichi functions as a third parent by default because his parents never really saw him as part of the white-picket-fence planning process, those are the kids that came later. it doesnt mean they dont love him, but a lot of his foundational years, 0-8, were in the care of literally children. (Assuming a teenage pregnancy of like 17) And they just... Couldnt really handle raising a kid and it required him to create a lot of independence and self-soothing skills.

it also doesnt help that I think he takes pride in this. In the future, as an adult, he might have resentment towards his parents but in the timeline of him being in high school I imagine he sees his own role as a point of pride. he is being "mature" and "responsible" and "useful" and so clearly he's being a good person so he likes the roll he has in his family. he doesnt want them to treat him like a kid because kids are work and require effort and energy and cause problems and he is Better Than That. he's got a bit of a martyr complex in that way where he thinks its a good thing he acts and behaves this way.

i also believe 100% in any interpretation that his siblings absolutely, disgustingly, adore him. he might be the third parent but he's definitely their favourite parent. for all the resentment and anger that his parentification will cause in his adult years, for the inevitable divide growing between him and his parents, the emotional neglect, all of it, he is the person that his siblings will idolize as their greatest support. And even if he stops coming around as often and tries to rebuild a life that centres himself rather than other people, they will always think of him as their hero, and want to make him proud and seek his approval far more than they do their real parents.

theres like a million other little headcanons that contradict these ones - Im also especially fond (as anyone who reads my work knows) of the narrative that Daichi's absolutely a daddy's boy in his idolization of his father, and the father-son dynamic is one of my favourite to explore with him. the influence of family dynamics, bloodlines and obligations (real or imagined) is like... My #1 trope for him. i love giving him a larger than life bloodline and instead of everything I just described, making his martyr complex one born of a desperate desire to fill unreasonable large shoes left behind from whatever reason. in equal measure to the emotionally neglectful parents I love me a good "how am I supposed to live up to this?" story.

i could keep talking. im so fond of this stupid fucking man. But I will stop yapping and leave it as that. Thank you so much for the opportunity to ramble on about my main bitch 🤍🤍🤍

[jynmelshian]

the thing about melshian is that melshi comes across as a very serious, loyal, devoted person who sets his eye on something he wants and does anything he can to get it — unless he knows for sure that he can't. he needs confirmation, or hope, that what he wants is achievable, otherwise he won't even try. hence how he's so adamant to tell cassian that there's no hope of escaping. he's 100% sure there's no point in thinking about it, so he wants to make sure no one else is wasting their time with it. and then this changes when cassian flips the whole operation round on its head and shows him that there IS a way out, there IS a reason to hope. and then melshi shows no hesitation in helping with the escape plan and fighting his way out. he seems to me like someone with quite a one track mind, stubborn but sensible. and then cassian is flighty like this is a core aspect of his character. he doesn't stay in one place, he doesn't stay in one relationship, he's not good at vulnerability, and up until the narkina 5 arc he has run away from every sign that the rebellion IS right and IS his calling and IS the only way to be free. he is deeply loyal to a few select people, but even in those dynamics he finds it hard to commit, and he certainly can't commit to a cause at the beginning of the show. narkina is the first time we see him step up to the mantle, take the reins and fight not only for his own freedom, but for the freedom of everyone around him. before, the acts of rebellion he's taken have been selfishly motivated but also out of loyalty to at least one person: avenging clem as a teenager, and getting money and clearing his name to protect himself and maarva. one could argue that there was still selfish motivations in stirring revolt at narkina, because he wanted to be free and knew that the only way for him to get out would be to take everyone else with him, but i think any potential selfish motivation went out the window when he realised how much he'd need all the help he could get. and it showed that he can be a team player and can be a leader - or at least a stepping stone for other leaders to function and progress the cause.

and who is by his side as he steps into this role? melshi. even with the little glimpse we get into melshi as a man, it's apparent how well they complement each other. the wordless conversations they have, the way cassian's conversations with kino reveal so much about melshi's ideology and the way he expresses himself and what he shares with cassian, it all points to a man of ideals, someone who refuses to conform and maintains his pride and takes shit from no oppressive system. he's untethered because we get no insight into his life outside of narkina, but we understand the level of dedication he shows to the things he cares about, and how he's obviously already fired up and ready to rebel since long before cassian showed up, he just needed a spark. as duncan pow put it, he was waiting for someone like cassian to show up, to show him that someone else does think like him, someone else is not going to stand for how narkina 5 treats them, and that someone is giving melshi permission to stand up. he's sort of the perfect foil for cassian if you think about it. and i do think about it.

and it culminates in the scene on the cliff face: "stop saying that" becomes "tell me they're leaving". if melshi is the no bullshit, won't waste his time on idealism if he doesn't think it's achievable, probably the least optimistic guy but definitely the most headstrong and stubborn, than of course he'd find cassian's constant "they're leaving" at the very least annoying, because he's convinced himself they're going to get caught and he's not going to be able to climb back up. but there's something kind of idealistic about cassian, how he's fundamentally pragmatic but also optimistic, something that's established in the scene where he tells maarva he has enough money for them to "get away". and the loyalty we've only ever seen him show to his family and closest friends on ferrix now extends to his fellow rebel and escapee and manifests as giving hope, and that rubs off on melshi, because how can it not? it actually makes a difference, hearing cassian say they're leaving, even if they're not. it's the hope that counts, and it's the fact that he has someone there as constant reassurance. a constant reminder that he's not in this alone and he no longer needs to hide behind his own rationalisation and pessimism to survive. there really is hope, and cassian is a walking reminder of it.

and to think that they reunite in the rebellion a little way down the line, and die on the same day for the same cause, and it all started in a slave revolt and a prison break and one man giving another man hope. it's a beautiful and underrated dynamic, i think.

[darkwicks]

After School Lessons

You’re not sure whether to thank Rui or hit him.

PAIRING.⠀Lyca Colt x Reader

CONTENT.⠀female reader | fluff, idiots in love, love confessions, some humour, tutoring. Lyca is learning things! | ~0,9k words

A/N.⠀he's so cute........

available on AO3 | reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Lyca was trying very hard.

Jumping straight into student life after years of imprisonment was a major change, and a startling one at that. All of a sudden, there were all kinds of things he never knew about before, like the telephone or more complex-sounding words like anomalous or exhaustion. He stared at the book in front of him with a concentrated expression, brows knitting together as he sounded out the words out loud. You sat beside him patiently, urging him to keep trying by himself first. You didn’t want him to feel like you were being patronising.

Your only tutoring experience was with younger kids, so the way you spoke to students was already different from how you’d speak to the average adult. It was difficult trying not to default to the gentle, parental tone of voice that you were used to doing. You slipped up a couple of times in the past hour, but he didn’t seem to mind. His ears twitched every time you told him he was doing a good job, so you assumed you were doing pretty well yourself.

There was something different about this reading assignment, though.

“Which professor gave you this book?” you spoke up, suspiciously squinting at the obnoxiously pink cover. It didn’t look like something the Academy had in their curriculum. Romance 101. It definitely wasn’t an academic requirement.

“The blond gigolo gave it to me,” he replied as he slumped over, cheek pressed against the desk. “He said I’d need it for relay-shun-ship dev… deve….”

“Development?”

“Yeah. That.” Lyca huffed, blowing a strand of his hair out of his face. “It’s so boring. I don’t get any of this crap.”

“What are you having trouble with?” you asked gently, leaning over so you could get a closer look at the page. He grumpily pointed at the title of the chapter. “Okay, so that says puppy love.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well…” You scratched your cheek, suddenly shy all of the sudden. You were contemplating wrangling Rui for giving him something so corny as this book. He didn’t need it. Just what was he trying to teach this kid? “It’s basically what you call two people who have a crush on each other. It’s just a cute term.”

His gaze snapped to yours, confused. “Crush?”

“When you really like someone, you have a crush on them,” you elaborated. “I’m guessing that’s why Rui gave you this book. Who stole your heart, kiddo?”

He grumbled at the nickname, swatting your hand away as you went to ruffle his hair. “Stop treating me like a little kid.”

“I’m sorry. You’re just adorable. I can’t help it.” You chuckled under your breath. “So? Who’s your crush?”

Pink blossomed across his features as he sat up and averted his gaze, biting on the inside of his cheek. A teasing smile made its way to your lips. So he did like someone. It warmed your heart to see that he was adapting to his new environment quite nicely. Seeing his flustered face squashed the hint of bitterness that crept into your heart entirely.

He pointed at a random sentence on the page to avoid the question. “You are… the apple of my eye? What’s that?”

“That’s what you say to someone you really like. It means they’re very loved by you.”

He hummed contemplatively. He fell silent for a few moments before looking back at you again, a determined glint flashing over his eyes.

“You are the apple of my eye.”

“That’s great! You’re doing great,” you praised him instinctively, eyes crinkling up with your smile. “It sounds a little strange, but that’s how the saying goes.”

His brows furrowed. “You’re the apple of my eye.”

You stared back at him, confused. “That’s exactly how you say it. Or do you need me to explain something else?”

“You told me to say it to someone I really like.”

It took a handful of seconds before what he was saying dawned on you. Your cheeks heated up and time seemed to stop for a moment. Your heart pounded against your chest as you stammered, struggling to come up with a response to the abrupt confession. There was no way. He might just be echoing your words back to you. It was how he learned new phrases, anyway.

You gulped. “You’re saying it to me? You… You like me?”

“Why’re you so surprised?” He frowned at you. “I like you.”

“Oh. Well,” you chuckled nervously, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I didn’t expect that…”

“You make my heart feel funny,” he said bluntly. “And it feels nice.”

“What has he been telling this kid?” you muttered under your breath. Shaking your head, you gave him a sheepish smile. “I, um, thanks. I… I like you too, Lyca.”

“You’re my mate now.”

You sputtered. “Maybe we should start small. Like boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“But you’re already my girl friend.” He tilted his head to the side curiously, ears twitching above his head. “Isn’t it the same thing?”

You didn’t think you could even begin to explain the difference to him. His words stunned you so hard that your brain couldn’t muster up a single coherent thought. You inhaled deeply, regaining your composure before looking at him again with an awkward smile. Indulging him wouldn’t hurt.

“You know what, yeah. You could say that.” You reached for the stupid pink thing and shoved it in your bag, flustered. “But I’m taking this book from you. It’s not good for my heart.”

His tail started wagging behind him. Satisfied with your response, he nuzzled into your shoulder with a content huff, his attention long diverted from the cursed book. You didn’t have the heart to break his reverie. Plus, you weren’t totally lying.

[pukefactory]

reader where they find out vee is able to eat tapes since she cant eat organic food perhap?

⊹⊱•••《 COMPUTER FEED 》•••⊰⊹

⍟ Summary: A compilation of headcanons featuring the reader discovering Vee’s strange dietary choices

⍟ Character(s): Vee Version 1 (Dandy’s World)

⍟ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

⍟ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

⍟ Image Credits: Qwelver

☇ You don’t notice it at first—Vee keeps her habits to herself, and you never paid much attention to the way she handles tapes. That is, until you walk in on her casually biting into one like it’s a granola bar. She doesn’t even react to your staring, only raising a brow. “What? Never seen someone eat before?” she says, as the tape phases through her screen like a hologram, accompanied by the distinct sound of digital chewing.

☇ She doesn’t make a big deal out of it, of course—it’s completely normal to her. When you ask how long she’s been eating tapes, she shrugs. “Since always. Kinda have to, y’know. Unless you’ve got a better idea.” She tilts her head, her screen flickering slightly. “Didn’t think so.” She dismisses any further questions, clearly finding your curiosity more irritating than endearing.

☇ Vee is picky about the tapes she eats. They have to be completely clean, with no labels or smudges. The film inside must remain untouched, just like the outer casing. If they don’t meet her standards, she scoffs, flicking through a pile of them and tossing the bad ones over her shoulder without a second thought, all while you watch in confusion. She has opinions on the taste. “Pre-recorded ones are fine, but live audio’s way better,” she admits, taking another bite. “You ever try eating something that’s been sitting on a shelf for decades? Yeah. Exactly. Stale.” Of course, Vee would be particular about her food—she’s fussy about everything else. But in this case, it seems excessive. Does she care? Absolutely not.

☇ You catch her mid-snack one day, and she actually hesitates for a fraction of a second. Just a brief pause—barely noticeable—but you see her screen flicker before she recovers. “Gonna stand there gawking, or you got something to say?” She crunches down on the tape with a smirk, waiting for your response. Whatever you say doesn’t really faze her, though—she enjoys how confused it makes you and keeps you in limbo about the whole thing. It’s entertaining.

☇ She doesn’t like when people make a big deal about it. The moment someone reacts too strongly, she gets irritated. Ask too many questions, and she flips them back on you. “Why do I eat tapes? Why do you eat whatever it is you eat?” There’s an edge to her voice, like she finds the questioning mildly offensive. Maybe it’s best not to press too hard unless you want to be met with her passive-aggressive responses.

☇ She never announces it, but if you pay attention, you can tell when she’s hungry. She gets a little snippier, her replies shorter and more clipped. If she’s really hungry, her screen flickers more often. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll deal with it,” she mutters, already reaching for her crunchy tape snacks to settle her mood. If she gets too snappy, it’s usually a good idea to track down her favorite kind of tape to calm her down. And if you listen closely, there’s a faint buzzing noise emanating from somewhere in her body—almost like a stomach growling, demanding more tapes.

☇ She never says it out loud, but she appreciates that you don’t make it weird (once you get over the initial shock, anyway). When you stop acting surprised and simply hand her a tape without a word, she gives you a look—just for a second—before smirking. “Thanks.” Then she chomps down on her plastic treat like it’s the most natural thing in the world. If you manage to find spare tapes in good condition, she accepts them without hesitation, offering a rare smile before stashing them away in her room—saving them for later, when she can enjoy them in private.

[janecuppa]

Hello Jane. I hope you can post this lengthy ask.

To the anonymous person saying Natalie hit the jackpot: you're wrong. Why? Four years, anonymous, and what has she achieved in that time?

She's been canceled. Henry's fandom canceled her after the leaked video of her just watching Meat being abused and what she did to Meat.

Her social media presence is a disaster. Her engagement rate has stagnated at 20% from December 2024 to January 2025. She has 216,000 followers, but her last post was on July 29, 2024. That means most of her followers are bots. Bots are good for making you look famous and giving you a false sense of success, but Instagram has an algorithm penalty, meaning your posts are less likely to appear on people's feeds. What is she doing? This shouldn't happen if she utilized her Instagram account well. She is definitely cancelled.

What about Google Trends? Type her name in and see how insignificant she is.

Her information is also incorrect. Search for her birthday, her job, and her background. You'll see articles where she drives her Ferrari into the sunset to her mansion in Pacific Palisades, LA, and has a net worth of $1 million. If Henry cares about her, he could rectify all that misinformation.

When did Henry greet her on her birthdays and holidays? Last year, I didn't see a post from him greeting her.

Remember how Henry treated her at the Argyle premiere? She was in her first trimester of pregnancy. Is that how a man who dearly loves her acts? What about the leaked clips where she was clearly alone? Where was her man?

Now that I think about it, why didn't she post about her baby on her own Instagram account? She should be a proud mother. No one's stopping her from doing that. She even liked Riot's content.

And now, the Gold Coast pap walk. God, that was a disaster. The AACTA Awards are on another level. I cringed so hard when the camera was focusing on that "lovely" couple. What kind of lovey-dovey interaction was that? Is that how couples treat each other? Especially the airport pap walk. Henry what the hell are you doing?!

That is not lucky, anonymous. You don't want to be in that situation. The internet is forever. Henry is just stonewalling her. And a narcissist like her won't be deterred. She doesn't care about boundaries. The baby is a victim here. She’s already using the baby as a prop.

Jane, I hope you stay cozy. I like you blog. And don't mind the stans. You have a life while they are terminally online

Thank you very much for taking the time to share! 💐💐 I very much appreciate it 🙏.

You make very good points. I hope whoever wrote that anon sees this 😇.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept: While at Camp Halfblood, Jason would volunteer to help out in the infirmary.

Even without his memories Jason wasn’t exactly used to just standing around doing nothing.

Camp activities were fun but he felt the need to be more purposeful with his time. Training was always an option but didn’t feel right doing it alone.

But no one else would go near him so Jason didn’t dare ask.

While mulling it over he noticed someone miss a step on the lava wall and begin to fall.

He raced over but he was too far so though he managed to catch them they did end up getting hurt on the way down.

Immediately Jason asked for for directions to the infirmary. It was as busy as ever. were many campers inside with varying degrees of injury. But there weren’t nearly as many medics.

In fact they seemed pretty overwhelmed and so without thinking Jason inspected the campers injuries.

Luckily it didn’t seem like they had a concussion but just a few scrapes.

Jason managed to find some bandages and perhaps it was the urgency of the situation that had the camper allow him to help.

He had found a space a ways away from the others and began to bandage their wounds. It wasn’t clinical precision but it was good enough.

When Jason was done he noticed that one of the medics had walked over and was watching him. The kid seemed around his age, maybe a bit younger.

But as a medic he clearly had authority over this place and Jason was painfully aware he may have misreport. So he immediately started apologising for intruding.

“Hey, don’t worry about it” said the medic boy with an easy going smile. It put Jason at ease a little, knowing he wasn’t in trouble. He stepped aside and let him examine the camper.

“Well, you’ve done a pretty good job” the medic said and the camper was allowed to leave. Though not before they thanked Jason who said it was no trouble.

“I’ll be honest, for a second I thought you were one of my siblings but your Thalia’s brother aren’t you?” Jason nodded “Jason Grace, son of Zeus” he introduced though clearly the other knew who he was.

Looking at him, Jason could see why that mistake could’ve been made. With the blonde hair and blue eyes, they could’ve passed for siblings more than his actual sister and he did.

“Will Solace, son of Apollo” said Will, he looked at Jason curiously. “You have a lot of experience with first aid?” Jason shrugged “A little, I’d get pretty banged up playing sports. I figured I should learn to patch myself up.”

Not to mention all the fights he’d get into with bullies but that didn’t seem appropriate to bring up on a first meeting.

Will nodded “well you seem pretty good at it. And well, we could use some extra hands if you’re up for it.”

Jason was surprised, he hadn’t exactly been well relieved by the camp and now Will was offering him something he could do. To help, to be useful like Jason had wanted.

He accepted.

From then Jason became a rather familiar face at the infirmary. He used what information he knew and was a fast learner. Not many people wanted to be treated by him but it was either that or stay injured.

Regardless of how people may feel, Jason was always kind. He did whatever he was told and stayed back to help clean up and assist the other Apollo kids.

Will seemed to accept him and as time went on so did the rest. It was hard not too really and Jason even managed to force them all take regular breaks.

He also may have punched someone for getting too hostile and threatening to give them a matching black eye.

Which definitely helped.

[b1mbodoll]

repeating “jealousy is a disease get well soon bitch” in my head every time i block rude anons and delete hatemail so i can try to brush it off but i am not ur strongest soldier so can you all stop being mean 🩷 please

[thebirdandhersong]

in my you're on your own kid era again (I never left)

[cielkie]

idk how this would work in the OIAR bc i just feel like they wouldn’t let anyone from outside look at their files, but i think it would be really funny to have like. a college age researcher show up to the og magnus institute or the OIAR who’s like studying the paranormal or folklore or some shit (cue guy with an actual degree in parapsychology which makes martin shit himself when he tries to start conversation HELPP) who’s just like oh hi guys this is my honors project! :) can i look at some spooky stories? 🤗 and the OIAR/MI staff are like NO. DO NOT LOOK INTO THIS ANY FURTHER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE. but i feel like elias would 100% require that they help this person out, bc he’s evil and he’d want a fear to eat them, and like… it’s just funny to imagine like. the staff trying to keep the true nature of the institute/OIAR away from this totally clueless 22/25 year old and feeding them the silliest statements possible that don’t connect at all to throw them off track so this poor kid is confused and hopefully gives up. but also kinda bittersweet imagining them all coming together to protect a stranger from falling into a world they can no longer escape… the old “it’s too late for me but it’s not too late for you” makes my heart hurt

[eveningspirit]

@destrokkit: #i do think that the same problem langdon has with patients extends to his personal life and marriage #just like santos' past trauma affects her ability to follow orders #i believe they want to do better and be better but because this #is a drama series they'll have to learn by something happening to them

Interesting takes, both of you.

OP, I think Langdon may have been similar to Santos in the way he would do procedures without waiting for someone higher up to approve them. That hit the nerve in him, in Santos's behavior, and maybe there's a reason. Maybe he learned the hard way why an intern may have the knowledge, but does not possess the experience of older doctors.

However, I think his motivation was different? Although. First I'd have to figure out what is Santos's motivation. Is it purely ambition? Does she have a narcissistic streak where she truly believes she knows better? Maybe. She lacks empathy and has no reagard for her patients. She treats them like objects, not people. Same with her coworkers. That's how she seems to me.

Now, Langdon is impatient, but whether this comes from his nature, or the pressure of the ED, could be debated. Perhaps in slower enviroment he would take the time to connect with the people in his care? Perhaps not, idek. He seems empathetic, attentive and perceptive though. Certainly toward Mel and Whittaker.

One thing I noticed, is that even though he seems self confident, he kind of isn't. In that conversation with Robby about the position of ED Medicine Teacher, he was like, "nah, I don't stand a chance." It resonated with me for reasons ;) It's pure headcanon, but I think that, if he was doing medical procedures early on, without waiting for a supervisor's approval (the way Santos did), it was because he was trying to prove himself. To prove that he could, if that makes sense.

So, that would be very different from Santos. If Santos indeed is damaged to the point of narcissism.

As for @destrokitt's observation that the problem Langdon has with patients--the lack of patience and compassion--extends to his family life, I'd say... no. I know it's sexist, but I do think it's a male thing. From experience. My hub, when my girls were around four, or younger, was exactly the same. He had to be taught by me applying very blunt force, multiple times, that what I do at home is hard work (in addition to fulltime dayjob, fml). It took him ten years and my depression to finally get it. Change occured gradually over those ten years though. I think it's in how they (boys) are raised? Idek. I love what Dana is doing. Vacation without hub, kids and a dog (yes, we got a dog when Big Girl was five and Little Girl was two, althout it was partially my idea ;)), was my dream for years.

Why do I even like this type of men? Oh, maybe because they are capable of learning?

Ehh. OP, sorry for hijacking your post and getting word-y like this. Sometimes I don't know where to stop. ;)

Dr. Santos really isn't that bad, idk why yall act as if she's committed war crimes. She is arrogant and snarky, in way over her head, but she has an undeniable charm.

I think Dr. Langdon and her are very similar. They're both somewhat inconsiderate (Dr. Langdon and the 18 year old overdose, Dr. Santos and her name-calling; Dr. Langdon not understanding the effort his wife puts into their lives, Dr. Santos and her dismissal of that one patient's trauma) but are ultimately trying their best.

The main reason they don't get along is because they're both so head strong. They both don't want to admit that they could've done better, that they could've been gentler, that they could've been more empathetic.

[moltengoldveins]

having. Thoughts.