#mada-dad

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The Link with the red cape is manga link right? Why did you draw him evil looking?/gen

THAT IS @fairy-spring BOY AND YES HE IS THE HYRULE HISTORIA MANGA LINK AKA FIRST HERO‼️‼️‼️

He's covered in Malice 💖

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

Will I always be alone in this house? Reading books that are too hard for me in the long fatherless hours?

let your dad die energy drink - daniel lavery and cecilia corrigan/bob’s burgers, 2011/family line - conan gray/@parentless-suggestions/promises of gold - jose olivarez/unknown/dna - lia marie johnson/i am angry because of my father - halsey/part of me never left that house - mada hayyas/unknown/father - demi lovato/franz kafta/unknown/primer - aaron smith/family line - conan gray/untitled - frank wright

***sorry for all of the unknowns on this one. I really do try to find the sources for everything but I kept coming up empty w these. If you know the sources pls comment/send me an ask or dm and lmk!!

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Long Way Down Part One

Part Three

Here's the story of married Harry who's a dad to three small kiddos, and married for over seven years to Y/N. Marriage is always hard work, but what happens when being married to a pop star becomes too much for Y/N?

WARNING-slight references to sex, curse words

This is angst angst and more angst. There are other parts to the story, and with enough feedback, I'll post more to this story.

Word Count 4.7K

“Japan. Chile. Australia. Oh, and let's not forget Madagascar. Mada-Fucking-gascar, Harry. Who goes to Madagascar? Why the one and only Harry Styles? That's who. You realize most people never see any of those places in an entire lifetime, right? But you, you went to all of those places THIS YEAR!” Y/N stomps to their daughter's room picks her up from her crib, hoists the baby on her hip, and walks out of the nursery and down the hall.

Harry follows her to the kid’s bathroom. "Y/N, baby, it was all for work. I don't care about those places, don't even get to enjoy them."

"It doesn't matter. You still got to go. And that's in addition to your normal New York, LA, often Paris or Rome. Those places are just another day at the office for you. Do you want to know where I've been? Whole Foods. Baby Gym. Holmes Chapel. The park. School runs. Yep, that’s about it. Oh, the doctors, and kids' birthday parties; on wild days, a friend comes for a glass of wine when I can finally relax at 9 PM. So don’t do this with me, not this time.” She begins to undress the baby. She’s seething but keeps her voice down so the little one isn’t upset.

“Do you know how many days you’ve been home since the tour ended? I’ll tell you because I know exactly. 26. You could’ve paid someone to do your dirty laundry and brought home clean clothes. Even the slightest gesture to show you get how hard it is around here.”

“I’m sorry. I was so focused on just getting home I didn’t even think of having them done.” Harry turns on the bath water and tests the temperature.

“Oh, poor thing. Traveling the world in the lap of luxury must be torture.”

Harry walks to the door. "No, Y/N, no. You know what a tour is like. You've been on the road with me. You know how utterly chaotic it is. Yes, I should've thought about the laundry, but I didn’t.”

She places the baby in her bathtub seat, squats, and begins soaping her up. “Of course, you didn’t think of me.”

Harry is leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom now. “Babe, swear if you give me just a bit to decompress, I'll be happy to give you whatever ya need. We’ll take a family vacation, go someplace nice, the five of us, any place you like, you pick.” He extends his hands in her direction.

“You've been home 26 days. That's how long you've had to decompress.” She uses air quotes around decompress. You've done zero loads of laundry. I do at least four a day, trying to catch up with everything. Laundry never ends even when it’s just me and the kids. You leave a trail of mess in every room. You do nothing to help, nothing. It’s like you’ve completely checked out on the fact this is supposed to be a partnership.”

“My job isn’t just dancing around in sparkly trousers for an hour or two. I’m fucking exhausted too. You’re not playin’ fair, Y/N.”

"Thing is, I'm not playing at all, Harry.”

“A vacation with the five of us is a vacation to you, Harry, not to me. I love you guys, I really do, but I need a break. I needed this just for me. I wasn't asking for much, Harry. Five days for myself, time to decompress, as you call it. I wanted to be with my friends and sisters, but you know what, never mind. Go. Just go. We’ll talk about it when I’ve put her to bed.”

“I’ll put her to bed.” He closes the door behind him when he steps out.

Harry hears her singing Adore You. The song always makes the baby smile. Y/N can’t be completely furious if she’s still singing his songs. Harry couldn’t be more wrong.

When Y/N finishes with the bath, she wraps her daughter in her little duck towel with a hood and exits the bathroom. Their son’s door is cracked down the hall, and she hears Harry talking with him. She stands just outside the entrance to eavesdrop.

“That sounds like a good time, buddy. I’m glad you had fun with your friend. Did you make sure to hug him and say thank you before you left his house? Did you thank his family for having you over?”

“Yes.” He sounds so tiny for someone who wrecked Y/N’s nerves with his big voice the entire time Harry was gone.

“So, let’s get snug as a bug in a rug.” Harry wraps the blanket over their son and kisses his forehead. "Have a good sleep, and we'll have some fun in the morning, yeah?”

“Love you, Dad.”

Harry walks across the room and turns off the light. “Love you even more, bud. See you in the morning.” He closes the door when he leaves the room.

“Thank you.”

“He’s m’ son too, Y/N.” Harry walks toward the couple’s room, head hanging down; he drags his finger along the wall.

He doesn’t stick around to help put Lola down, be it because he forgot he said he would put her to bed or he's just upset.

Y/N walks to Lola’s nursery, dries and lotions her, dresses her for bed, and places her in the crib, hoping she will go down without a fight. "Love you, punkin’. Good night.” She kisses her and stands near the bed. She waits to see if she cries. When she only babbles, y/n turns on the baby monitor and nightlight, then crosses the room, turning off the light as she exits, but only closes the door partially.

Y/N heads toward the bedroom, dreading how the rest of the evening will go. Harry is sitting on the bed reading a book about Japanese art, his readers slide down his nose as he pretends to be intensely focused, but she knows him and knows he’s not focused.

She walks to the dresser, opens a drawer, and gets some pjs. She’s too pissed off to bother with a shower but goes to the ensuite to undress. “Don’t have to pretend you’re reading Harry.” She changes her clothes and tosses the dirty clothes in the hamper, does her skincare, and brushes her teeth. She picks up a pair of Harry’s gross, beat-up sneakers as she enters the bedroom. "These are nice," she says, tossing them across the room.

“Cut the crap, Y/N. I know what you're doing. You're not getting a fight out of me, so toss all the shoes you want. I'm not going to argue with you. The passive-aggressive stuff stopped working a long time ago."

She exhales and sits on the bed. "Not being passive, Harry, just aggressive. I'm tired. I'm so tired." She falls back on the bed.

He crawls over to her and plants a kiss on her lips. “Mmm, minty.” He smiles.

“Yep.” She closes her eyes.

He kisses her again. “Come over here; Let’s have a snuggle and a good night’s sleep.”

“I can’t tonight. I just can’t.” She sighs as she climbs to the pillows, placing her head down on the fluffiest one-her favorite one.

“Can’t what?”

“Have sex.”

“Wasn’t trying to.”

She rolls her eyes. "Okay. I don't know your pattern exactly; whenever you want to get frisky. Just met you, have no idea what you're like when you want to pretend an argument didn't happen, makeup, move past it, and get what you want.”

Harry’s eyes narrow. He swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his head in disbelief. “Wow. I can’t believe you just said that. That’s one of the worst things you’ve ever said to me. To imply I manipulate you for sex.” Harry stands, grabs his pillow, and walks to the door. “I’ll be in the guestroom.”

The following day she slowly opens her eyes and reaches over to Harry, but he’s not there. She thought that after he cooled off, he'd return to bed. She thought he’d slip under the covers once he knew it was safe and she was asleep. But he didn't come back to bed. She sits up and looks around the room. Gross sneakers are still across the room, three of Harry's hoodies over the recliner, one of Lola’s toys, and an empty water bottle next to Harry’s wallet -the room is a disaster. She sighs, rubs her face, and flops back down. The house is quiet, almost too quiet. Why is it so quiet? In a panic, she sits up, throws on her robe, and walks to the door. She flings it open and rushes down the hall. When she gets to Lola's room, she pushes open the door; the light is off, and Harry, bare-chested, sits in the recliner, rocking her. "Is she sick? What time is it? Where is everyone?"

"No, she's not sick, Y/N, she's m’ daughter, and she needed a cuddle with her daddy."

"Oh. Look about last night…."

"Not right now, Y/N. Let me enjoy this. Archer and Poppy are in the playroom watching a film. They’ve had their breakfast.”

She nods and leaves the room. She can’t hold back her tears as she walks to the kitchen. But her tears abruptly halt when she enters the filthy kitchen. Harry obviously made breakfast for everyone. Pancakes and bacon are covered with a cloth and a note with Mumma written in crayon to let her know it is hers. But the tenderness she feels doesn’t last long as she scans the kitchen. The dirty plates, cups, pots, and pans litter the kitchen and breakfast nook. The stove is splattered with grease and batter, and God knows what else. She starts to gather the dishes to clean them and load the dishwasher. Once everything is in the sink, she sits at the table in the breakfast nook, picking at the plate of food left for her. She isn’t hungry. Lately, she never is.

"Not as good as yours, but not half bad.” Harry breaks the silence as he stands next to the fridge arms folded over his muscular chest.

“Where is-“

“Living room in her pack-n-play.”

“Okay.” She picks up a slice of bacon and bites into it. She tosses it back on the plate.

She stands, walks to the sink, and begins cleaning off the excess food.

“I was going to do that as soon as I got done with the baby. I didn't have time to juggle it all."

“Really? Didn’t have time? Couldn’t juggle it all? That’s rich.” She shakes her head and chuckles as she places the cutlery into the designated basket in the dishwasher.

He shakes his head, looking at the ground. He cocks his mouth to the side and clicks his tongue. "Touche." He walks over and begins placing the dishes in the dishwasher.

She moves, allowing him the glamorous opportunity of a lifetime. “Wonder when the last time you did this was. Long before X-Factor, I’m sure.”

“Don’t.” Harry scrapes off a dish.

“But why not? You get to have all the fun. You get to do all the talking. You get to see all the things. Meet all the people. You get it all.” She leans against the counter, tapping her fingers.

“Y/N, I’m warning you-don’t.”

Her eyes widen, and she stands with a smirk on her face. This man bought all the audacity. “Warning me? Warning me? What are you going to do if I don't stop? Nothing.”

To get her attention, he throws a glass, aiming it at the sink, but not realizing the force behind it, it crashes into the stainless steel and shatters.

They both jump back, then freeze.

He reaches toward Y/N. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to."

“Get out. I mean it, Harry. And I don’t mean the kitchen. You leave this house. You leave this house now, and don’t come back.” Her words are low and deliberate as she stares at the floor.

“That was out of order what just happened. I'm sorry; you know I'd never lay a hand on you or do anything in the world to scare you. Don't know what came over me."

“I said get out.”

“Excuse me? Don’t come back to my own frickin' house? You've got to be kidding. I'm doing no such thing, Y/N. Will I go downstairs and stay in the entertainment room or sleep in the guest room? Sure. Will I take the kids out for the day? Sure. But leave? No. We’ve never spent one day apart in anger, and we aren’t starting now, so get that idea out of your little head.” He points to his temple, gritting his teeth.

“Fine, then I will.” She pushes him out of the way when she passes him to leave the kitchen.

Harry follows her. “You’ll what, Y/N?” He grabs her arm, attempting to stop her.

“Get your damn hand off of me, you big bully.” She jerks away, storming toward the bedroom.

Harry goes to the living room to get Lola. He hears their bedroom door slam. Poor girl is probably scared. She’s never heard people shout before, especially her mama or daddy. And now her mama says she’s leaving? The words don’t even sound right when Harry says them to himself. Harry approaches the bedroom, tapping on the door. “Y/N, the baby, it’s time for her feeding.”

She marches toward him and takes the baby. “Of course it is; one more thing your pathetic ass can't do around here. Now, get out." She pushes against the door.

Harry walks out and closes the door.

***

Downstairs, Harry talks to Poppy and Archie, making sure that if they heard the yelling, they aren't scared. "Arch, you okay, bud?”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t look up just keeps playing with the Barbie and Ken dolls.

“Pop, you doing okay?"

“Yes, daddy. Are you?” She walks over and hugs his legs.

“Yes, baby, Daddy is fine. Are you guys in the mood for a trip to the zoo? Maybe some pizza and ice cream after?

“Yeah.” Poppy detaches herself from her daddy and jumps up and down.

“Can we go now?” Archer says, dropping the dolls and standing up.

"We can. Let's go get dressed, yeah?" Harry walks toward the stairs to the home's main floor.

The kids follow him up.

“Are mumma and the baby coming?” Poppy asks.

"Not sure, baby girl.”

Archer interjects. “If they’re gonna yell, I hope not."

Harry turns around. "There won't be any yelling, buddy, but that's not nice what you just said. We never say things like that, especially about your mummy or baby sister. We always want them included in whatever we do, always. Don’t ever say anything like that ever again.”

Archer is crying now. "Sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean it."

At the top landing of the stairs, Harry stops and kneels to Archer putting his arms around him. "Come here. Let's hug Daddy, yeah?"

Archer slowly puts his arms around Harry’s neck. “Didn’t mean it, Dad.”

"I know, buddy, we're all having a bad day, but what is the one, very most important rule in this house."

“Treat people with kindness.” Archer releases himself from the embrace.

"That's right, treat one another with kindness and love and goodness."

Archer sniffles. “I will.”

“All right, to our rooms, we go.” Harry leads the kids into the hall.

Harry feels like his heart just broke in two. The one thing they’d both agreed on before having kids is they would raise them in a peaceful home. They both came from divorced parents and knew what it was like when the family was immensely unhappy.

Harry ushers the kids to their rooms once back in the central portion of the house. "Okay, lollipop, do you need daddy's help getting dressed? Or do you want to try by yourself today?"

“I can do it, Daddy,” Poppy says. She pushes her blonde curls off her face.

"Good girl. Now, if you need me, call me, okay? And if you want something hanging up, remember no climbing; call for me, and I'll get it.” Harry pats her on the back.

“Okay.” Poppy skips to her room.

“Arch, do you need help?" Harry asks, following Archer as he walks to the room next to Poppy's.

“No, I got it.”

"Okay, guys, I'm going to help mummy with Lola. I'll be just down the hall."

Harry takes his time to get to the end of the hall. He taps on the door before entering. “Love?” He pokes his head in the door.

“Yeah.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yes.” She snuggles the baby closer as she nurses her.

“Gonna take the big kids to the zoo. Can I take Lola?”

"She's your baby too, Harry. Please don't ask me a question like that. Of course, you can take her.”

“All right, by the time I'm dressed, she should be finished, and I'll get her ready." Harry walks to the bathroom.

“Pretty sure I’m capable of getting my child dressed,” she mumbles.

Harry snaps around. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Y/N?" He's angry, but he keeps his voice down. "First, I do nothing, and then you pop off like that when I try to do something." Harry turns to walk back to the ensuite.

"Daddy's a grumpy pants, isn't he, baby girl? It's okay; you've got a mummy. She’ll take care of you, just like she always has.”

Harry stomps out of the bathroom, mouth full of toothpaste. “No, Y/N. No. You aren’t going to do that shit," he says, toothpaste foaming from his mouth as he flings the toothbrush and points it toward her.

She sighs. “Okay, Harry, whatever."

“Whatever? Whatever?” I’m done with this Y/N. Do what you will, hate me if you want, but don’t bad mouth me to our kids.” He walks again to the bathroom sink, and turns on the water, rinses his mouth out, dries it off.

“It’s not exactly like she understands what I’m saying.”

"Not exactly the point, Y/N.” He returns to the bedroom, then walks to the recliner, grabs a hoodie, and puts it on as he approaches the bed. "These babies are my entire life, Y/N. You know that, so think what you will of me as a husband, lover, and partner, but don’t you ever talk about me like that to our children.”

She’s burping the baby now, patting her on the back. “The kids are your entire life? I get it. Performing is your first love. No room for me.” She pulls her bottom lip in with her teeth and stares at nothing, looking at anything but Harry. Her eyes water, holding onto her tears.

Harry walks to her side of the bed. “You know that’s not what I meant, baby.” He sits on the bed next to her, his voice calmer now.

“No, I get it, Harry. Trust me, I do. I wouldn't blame you if you stopped loving and wanting me. Furthermore, why would you want any of this? I mean, look at this whole thing, and then there’s me. I’m a mess.”

“I’m looking at you. I see you. What are you talking about? And I love this mess, and I love you.” He places his hand on her knee. He pushes his eyebrows together and searches her face.

“It’s over, Harry.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “You’re tired and frustrated, but that’s life. It’s not over.”

"It wasn't a question." She hands Lola to him and stands. She tugs at the bottom of her t-shirt, the shirt she borrowed from him when they were dating and never gave it back. It's faded and stretched out, a picture of One Direction but with the words Spice Girls written on it.

Harry says nothing and watches her. She walks to the closet, grumbles, and grunts, knocking about with a few curse words sprinkled in. Once she finds what she's looking for, she returns to the bedroom, drops a suitcase on the bed, and then unzips it.

"Y/N, baby, what are you doing?"

"I told you I'm leaving. You didn't think taking the kids to the zoo would stop that did you?"

“This is crazy. I’m gonna put Lola in her crib. I’ll be back.” Harry stands, walks across the room, and exits.

A few moments later, he returns. She removes clothes from the dresser. Harry approaches her and places his hand on her elbow. "Baby, let's talk about this. You can leave me, in theory, until we can figure something out, but you can't just walk out on the kids."

She shrugs him off her. “Don’t touch me. There is nothing to figure out, not between us. As for the kids, of course, I'm not leaving them forever, don't be so dramatic, but I am leaving for now."

She goes to the bathroom. Harry can hear her gathering items from the vanity. He sits on the bed, dropping his head in his hands, then lifts his head resting his fingers tips under his chin. He stares at two crayons on the floor under the dresser. He makes that his sole focus, unable to look at her when Y/N returns and tosses the cosmetics bag into the suitcase. She huffs and sighs.

“I might not help as much as I should. I get it, but this, this is one time I’m not lifting a finger to help you. So you can cut the sound effects.”

There’s a soft knock at the door before the handle turns, and small hands push the door open. “Daddy, are we going to the zoo?”

Tears have started to roll down Harry’s cheeks. He wipes his face and sniffs before Poppy comes in. “Yes, baby girl, but give Daddy a minute. Go play nice in your room. I’ll come to get you when it’s time. And Poppy, please wait to be invited in before opening the door. You know the rules.”

“Okay.” Satisfied, she pulls the door closed.

"You see that, Y/N. Our kids need us. Our kids know when something's wrong. They heard our shouting earlier. We can't do this around them." He stands and walks over to her. "Listen, let me call Mitch and Sarah, and see if they can take them for the night, yeah? Or Jeff and Glenne might not mind, then we'll get dressed, go have a nice dinner, come home, and relax, just the two of us.”

“Why so you can get laid, Harry?”

"Y/N, where is all of this coming from? That's the second time you've remarked that I’m somehow this sex-crazed maniac that has to jump through hoops to trick his wife into having sex with him, yet you also say there is no way I could still want you.”

She shoves sneakers into the suitcase. “Oh, believe me, I know you can find someone to have sex with, no doubt about that." She shakes her head and smirks. "Never had any problem getting that, did you?"

“What is wrong with you? Do you think I’ve been with someone else? Is that what’s got you like this?”

She continues throwing things in the suitcase, then zips it up. She returns to the closet, retrieves another bag, unzips it, kicks it along the floor, and continues packing. “I told you. I can’t do it anymore. I’m tired. I’m forgetful because I’m overwhelmed. Important things aren’t given their proper attention. I mess up more often than I will admit. This isn’t good.”

“If this is about going out of town on that girls’ trip, then go.” He extends his foot and closes the top of the luggage. “Have fun. Go, but don’t ruin our family just because you weren’t getting your way.”

“Fuck you, Harry. Because I wasn’t getting my way? It’s not that. It’s that it’s always about you. Always. It’s when are you leaving, when are you coming back, coming in late from the studio, FaceTiming at 3 AM just so I can see you and hear your voice, important events, meetings, everything is about you, and I'm sick of it. You know you're the one that wanted a third baby, or hell, a second baby, for that matter. I was happy when it was just the three of us, all traveling together, but you wanted a larger family, and as usual, I wanted to give you what you wanted.”

He stands next to her, reaches over and takes her face in his hands, and turns her toward him. He sees her face, but she’s a stranger. He hadn’t noticed the new lines between her eyebrows, the dark circles under her eyes, or the sallow shade of her skin. “Tell me you don't regret Poppy and Lola. Please tell me you don't regret those two perfect little girls. Because I love you, Y/N, but if you tell me you regret them, I can't forgive you. Ever.”

She pulls away. "I do regret the timing. I should've insisted you take a multi-year hiatus before expanding our family because I made my life worse to make your life better."

He drops his hands from her and walks across the room to the window, which overlooks the expansive garden below. “Worse? How could anything about those babies make your life worse? Take it back before I say something that can’t be unsaid.” You knew what you were signing up for, Y/N. You knew the life I live and how hard it would be, but you said ‘I do’, you agreed this was the life we would live,” he says.

“You don’t see that even then, it was about you. It was what I agreed to, but what about me? What did you agree to do for me? What sacrifices were you willing to make? I gave up my career, so I could give you a home, take care of the kids, and always be available to support you in anything you needed me to support you in, travel with you." Sitting on the bed, she shoves her legs into her denim flares and stands. She walks over to the dresser and retrieves a black sports bra.

Harry turns to her. "Okay, what do you need? What do you need my support with? Besides the house, the kids? What is it that you’re missing?

She removes her t-shirt and puts on the bra. "Everything."

“You've got to give me specifics, love. Have to help me here, at least with this. I can't read minds, baby. Believe me, if I could, this wouldn't be happening." He walks to her.

She pulls on a lightweight black sweater. "I need you to know me, Harry.” She goes back to the luggage, bends down, and zips closed the second bag. “I needed you to pay attention, to see that I’m drowning here.”

"Okay. We'll have the maid come more days during the week, and we'll get a sitter, nanny, or whatever will make life easier for you. After the three nights in Manchester, I'll devote my time to you. But I have a contract I have to do these nights in Manchester, besides it’s kind of home. We can stay at Mum’s. All of us go together.”

“It’s not just about the housework or the kids. And I don’t want to follow you to Manchester. I need you. I need a husband, a partner, not a sugar daddy who keeps knocking me up.”

“Oh, get off it. Lola's over a year old, and never do I push you for sex, not ever.”

“Whatever.” She pulls the two suitcases upright, rolls them to the door, exits, walks down the hall, and passes the three bedrooms along the corridor. She can't stop, or she'll never go; if she stays, she'll make things worse. She knows she's on the brink of breaking completely.

Harry is behind her.

They make it to the front door, and she slides her feet into her loafers. As she opens the door, she turns to him. "Everything you need to know about your kids is in a folder on my desk in the office. There’s frozen milk in the fridge.”

He reaches out, but she shakes her head. “Don’t.” She snatches her purse from the hook by the front door.

"Y/N, please, baby."

"Goodbye, Harry." With that, she steps out, dragging the luggage behind her. She doesn't look back.

[noahmaxim]

Fushiguro Toji!

It's currently 1 am here in Brazil, and I'm writing this. Forgive me if it's bad.

English is not my first language and therefore may contain grammar errors.

Warnings: hardcore sex, slight degradation, toji being his usual hottie, choking, pet nicknames, sub reader, mention of squirt, overstimulation.

Your mind was blank, your eyes nearly rolled back in your head you were rolling them so hard, and drool was dripping from the corner of your open mouth. toji said he was going to fuck you until your mind went blank and you were so dumb you couldn't form a sentence.

One of his hands was on the side of her head while the other rested on her neck, squeezing just enough to blur her vision and limit the air rushing out of her lungs. He thrusts his thick cock into you so hard you thought it would break in half. Not that you minded, you'd be more than willing to give it to him if it was what he wanted.

"T-toji, please… please. I can't anymore!" Her lines came out stuttered and slurred with pleasure and overstimulation. toji has already made you come three times, and you feel like you can't take it anymore, that your body can't take it one more time.

"Of course you can, be a good girl and take whatever I give you." The whispered sweetness in her voice disguised the evil smile that was on her beautiful face. toji was hitting you harder and harder so that you would come to him once more. You could feel it in your stomach.

"Dad-Dad y-you're in so deep!" Your moans turn to desperate screams as you feel that familiar no build in your stomach. "I'm coming, oh my god…" her vision blurs, a deafening hissing rises in her ears and her breathing becomes even shorter and more labored.

"Come to my little girl like the good little bitch you are." You feel toji spill his seed on you and it pushes you towards orgasm. The hands that were on her neck go down her body, stopping at her clitoris, stimulating it with quick, circular movements. Your screams intensify and you feel like your body is floating, and for a moment it's like everything is gone. That had definitely been the best orgasm of her life. You open your eyes and see toji looking down with a smile on his lips, you follow his gaze and see the wet sheets and the base of toji's penis dripping. You had squirted.

"You were amazing little girl." He plants a kiss on your forehead and slowly pulls out of you, your pussy tightening around the mada with the recent empty feeling. "We'll clean you up." He picks you up and walks you to the bathroom.

Nights with toji were always the best.

[puppys-tiny-space]

👑names to call your caregiver👑

🐾Masc names:🐾

Papa, Daddy, Baba, Dada, Mr.Mommy, Mrs.Daddy, Appa, Big bro, Uncie, Bubba, Sir (can be silly), Mister, Bub, Knigth, King, DD, Dad, Pa, Gramps, Pop, Papi, Babbo, Babbetto, Otousan, Papchka, Abba, Abee, Papcio, Baa, Pare, Pai, Paozinho, Papcio

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🎀Fem names:🎀

Mama, Mumma, Momma, Mommy, Mr.Mommy, Mrs.Daddy, Eomma, Anne, Big sis, Auntie, Grammie, Grams, Bubba, Bub, Miss, Ma'am, Knigth, Queen, Mom, Ma, Mummy, Moer, Maji, Mami, Mammina, Okasaan, Mamula, Bunda, Ama, Mutsi, Mamachka, Morsa, Ima

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🧃Neutral names:🧃

Bubba, Bub, Mr.Mommy, Mrs.Daddy, Big one, Big sib, Untie, Paba, Dami, Noddy, Nopa, Mada, Noppie, Obie, Mr.Queen, Mrs.King

Dad joke of the day: Why don't eggs tell jokes? Because they'd crack each other up!

[the-tropes-are-hungry]

Oh. A whole AU just dropped fully formed in my head.

Here tumblr have this:

Lamb is either a street criminal or corporate-sector intern/low-level associate who gets sent by their boss, Narinder, to corporate-espionage and destroy 4 competing companies. Whether the AU includes these several years of backstabbing, paper-shredding, phone-tapping and one or more possible bodies sunk in the local river is unimportant.

What is important is when Lamb realizes that as Narinder’s greatest legal liability, they’re about to go in the river too. Obv they backstab and undermine Narinder’s whole operation the same way they did the other 4, using their own resources this time instead of his. Lamb has their own connections (your favourite NPCs), their own money streams, their own power.

Narinder avoids death (org. Crime version) or jail (corporate version) on Lamb’s say-so.

Lamb then has to deal with the fact that his arch nemesis/mentor/notice-me-senpai is now a washed up mid-40s single dad with 2 teenage boys.

Tl;dr: sure you can woo the cat after demolishing his pride and empire. But can you woo his kids whose lives you completely derailed and whose existence was always one way and is now something else?

Basically I want Aym and Baal to be more important to lamb than what I usually see.

Yes this is the result of me reading Jade War this week. Ayt Mada would never kiss the Lamb.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

I need help finding a fic. Blaine is a dad and I think he's on social media and has a following. Kurt is a writer or a journalist and is sent to do a story on Blaine.

Thanks

Here it is, currently 7 chapters out of 10! ~Jen

Influence my heart by @madas-ahatters-world

Kurt Hummel, a journalist for one of the biggest magazines in Los Angeles (and a modern-day Grinch) is assigned to interview social media influencer Blaine Anderson for their upcoming article, TikTok Dads of the Year. Being the cynic that he is, and having no choice in the matter, he reluctantly hops on a plane to New York not expecting to stay more than a few days to get what he needs.

But in the few days that he's there getting to know the ins and outs of Blaine's life, and witnessing the courage and strength it takes for him to raise his children alone, Kurt finds himself royally screwed when he realizes he's falling for the dapper influencer and his three young kids.

[kankuroplease]

What does Riki think of the Senjus brothers? and Hashi he's with Mada 👀 like... more than a best friend 🔥😃

I assume you mean in the more positive parallel? Because they can all take a long walk off a short ledge in the parallel closest to canon.

But in the one where Madara stays:

Hashirama - bumbling moron, but her mom doesn’t have a D and if her dad wants a D too, that’s none of her business 🤷‍♀️

Tobirama - he’s annoying and she agree with her mother that he’s not a good match for her bubbly aunt. She’s okay with his kids though.

Kawarama- whore without any decorum and he talks too much. Other than that, he’s okay-ish. She gets along with half of his kids.

Itama - she knows he doesn’t like the Uchiha, and the feeling is mutual, so it’s whatever. His kids are bunch of over grown cowards like him.

[linajinnnn]

How they were translated: Korean SIX

Brought some lines and lyrics from Korean Production of SIX. Take a look at how they were translated! * notes: the lines and lyrics may not be fully accurate, 'cause I wrote them only depending from my memory.

[Ex-wives]

Remember us from PBS/GCSEs? ▶ Remember us from History Special? 우리 역사 스페셜에서 봤지? (note: History Special is one of the most popular TV show in Korea, broadcasted during 1998-2012. They mada a right localization!)

You're gonna find out how he got unfriended ▶ You're gonna find out the reason I blocked him. 알게 될 걸 그를 차단한 이유

But I didn't look as good as I did in my pic Funny how we all discuss that But never Henry's little- ▶ So he's disappointed with my actual look Do you think you're the only one who's disappointed? Your tiny and little- 근데 실물 보고 달라서 실망했대 지만 실망한 줄 아나 작고 작은 너의 소중이 (OK so Korean Cleves didn't just 'unfriended' but 'blocked' Henry… and she slays 🤣)

[No way]

Well daddy weren't you there When I gave birth to Mary? (spoken) Aw, hi baby Daughters are so easy to forget ▶ What was the word Mary calls you? (spoken) Daddy So daughters are not enough to be your children 우리 딸 메리가 뭐라고 부르지 널 아빠 딸은 자식 아닌가보지

+ and Korean Aragon says 'Hola' instead of 'Muy Bien' at the beginning.

[Don't Lose Ur Head]

L-O-L, say "oh well" Or go to hell ▶ Ha-ha-ha, just laugh at it Or just shut up 하하하 웃든지 아님 닥쳐줘

Your comment went viral / Wow Anne, way to make the country hate you ▶ You've got so many mean tweets / You've got million haters 너 악플 쩔더라 / 백만 안티 (especially loved this one😂 gives bit of K-POP industry vibe)

[Haus of Holbein]

Ignore the fear and you'll be fine We'll turn this vier into a nine So just say "ja" and don't say "nein" ▶ It's okay don't worry We're photoshop them das is gut Never doubt them das is gut 괜찮아 걱정하지마 뽀샵해줄게 das is gut 의심하지마 das is gut

[Get Down]

Get down, you dirty rascal ▶ Get down and bow to me 엎드려 절하여라 (and when Korean Cleves says this her tone is like a character from historical drama👍)

[Howard Intro]

Nice neck by the way ▶ What a pretty neck you've got! By the way you still have it! 너 목 정말 예쁘다! 그나저나 아직까지 달려있구나 (so Korean Boleyn's got Regina George vibe love them)

[All You Wanna Do]

But my dad's got this amazing job at the palace ▶ My dad's got me amazing internship at the palace 근데 아빠가 궁전에 끝내주는 인턴 자릴 잡아준거야 (they translated it as 'internship' and I wonder why🤔 Maybe to emphasize how young Howard is?)

[Parr Intro]

Ooh, “I’m Catherine Parr, I draw lines in arbitrary places.” Blah-blah! ▶ "Hello, I'm Catherine Parr, came to draw lines in your conscience." ZIP! 안녕 난 캐서린 파야 양심에 선을 긋겠어 찍- (and Ryeowon's Howard was damn cute when she says ZIP!)

[Six]

His mates were super arty But I showed them how to party ▶ My friends are Artistic My Parties are Fantastic 내 친구는 아티스틱 내 파티는 판타스틱 (Cleves says the word 'Aristic' and 'Fantastic' in English 😆)

…and for the last, I bring you how my favorite lyrics from SIX were translated into Korean!

We're one of a kind No category Too many years Lost in history We're free to take Our crowning glory ▶ No one can make category on us Our own history that was forgotten Taking back my freedom and glory 우릴 하나로 묶을 순 없어 잊혀졌던 우리의 역사 내 자유 영광 이제 되찾아

It's the end of the show, of the histo-remix We switched up the flow and we changed the prefix Everybody knows that we used to be six wives But we wanna say before we drop the curtain Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain All that we know is that we used to be six wives ▶ Our show is about to end re-writing the history Our own lyrics we changed and singing Everyone knows we were that six wives We wanna say before the show ends Do not be certain for anything you know We are not that six wives everyone used to know 이제 끝나가는 쇼 다시 쓰는 역사 바꿔 부르는 우리만의 가사 모두가 알지 우리가 바로 식스 와이프 쇼가 끝나기 전에 얘기할래 니가 아는걸 확신하지마 모두가 알던 우리가 아냐 식스 와이프

I know there are lots of negative comments among Korean theater fans, about how poor the Korean translations are. But I did like some parts. I won't say I'm fully satisfied with the translations but some parts were really touching just like the original ones. Hope they make progress in the future. 😊

[bitbybitwrites]

Oh goodness thanks to @forabeatofadrum , @rockitmans and @daisyishedwig for tagging me.

Eeek - I have a couple of new WIP that have taken up my recent time that I kind of excited about them - but I'm going to wait till they are done before sharing anything just yet though.

But for all of you who are still wondering, I have not forgotten my fic which is near and dear to me: If I Can Make Your Heart My Home.

The next chapter is almost ready for that one - but for a bit of a future treat ( since this story is so following me into the next year.). Here is a bit of a flash forward to a future chapter.

“You know what, “ Blaine said, frustrated.  “I’m done.  I am completely done.”  He grabbed his keys and Schubert’s leash off the side table and headed toward the door. “Dad,” Cooper says, trying to grab at his father’s arm.  “Stop.  Just leave it alone.” Bradford Anderson shook his eldest son off. “No, get back here.  I am not done talking to you,” he shouted at Blaine, following him into the foyer. Blaine whirled around, his face red and his eyes flashing.  “And what.  Just what exactly are you going to tell me that I haven’t already heard before in some iteration?  What new, jaw dropping fucking revelation are you going to impart on me today?”

Ahh the drama . . the angst . . I live for it!

I hope everybody is enjoying this holiday season. Wishing you all lots of wonderful things for yourself in the new year!

cc @datshitrandom

Tagging: @madas-ahatters-world , @kirakiwiwrites, @hkvoyage, @little-escapist, @1908jmd and anyone who wants to jump in, come on the waters fine!

[godsoquickly21-blog]

Merry Christmas @madas-ahatters-world!

This is the first few chapters of my fill for Klaine Secret Santa 2023! The last part will be up by the 27th. Sorry for the lateness, it got away from me a little bit. Hope you enjoy I had such a fantastic time writing it! 🎁🎅💕

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/52517005"><strong>Like Snow On The Beach</strong></a> (6687 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/ThankYouForTheMusicKlaine"><strong>ThankYouForTheMusicKlaine</strong></a><br />Chapters: 3/?<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Glee">Glee</a><br />Rating: Teen And Up Audiences<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Carole Hudson-Hummel/Burt Hummel, Rachel Berry/Finn Hudson<br />Additional Tags: Canon charecter death, Klaine Secret Santa Gift Exchange 2023<br />Summary: <p>Klaine Secret Santa Gift for MadAs_AHatter!</p><p>Yet another Soulmates!Klaine fic, this time featuring single dad!Kurt, popstar!Blaine and Taylor Swift's song Snow On The Beach. Trigger warning for signifcant discussion of Finn's death.</p>

[piperslovebot]

https://www.tumblr.com/hydesjackiespuddinpop/738415452877963264?source=share

Hiya, Poorni ❤️! Prompt 2 for E/J?

Hiya Sunshine! I hope you like this!

PS: Allison is @chdmeeksmartins' kid oc for J/E

April 4, 1987; 1:35 PM

"I'm a terrible mother." Jackie sniffed, shoving a pop tart into her mouth. Eric, who was rocking Allison in his arms, looked at her. "Jackie, you dropped Allison once and she's fine. Look, she's giggling right now."

Jackie scoffed, "She's probably faking it or maybe she's coming up with a plan. I remember when my mom told me she was ‘going to the bookstore’. That was the last day I consistently saw her. Then she became a floosy who preferred traveling with men she barely knew over raising her own daughter. Oh my god, what if I end up with Donna's dad?" She exclaimed in that last part.

"Okay. Easy there yoko." Eric gently set the baby in her seat before putting his arms on Jackie's shoulders. "You are not your mother. For starters, you're way hotter than Pam." Jackie cracked a smile, giggling at that. Eric stroked her cheeks, "And most of all, you love Alli. You feed her, you take care of her, you read to her. If anything, you're everything Pam wasn’t as a mother." Jackie nodded.

"I'm not gonna tell you to put the past to rest, because it's not as easy as it sounds. I mean, I still have nightmares of when I caught my parents doing it in '76." Jackie chuckled, her face glowing. She never thought she'd love Eric as much as she did now. "But you shouldn't be too hard on yourself. As long as you're there for Alli, things will be fine. And you're not alone. You have me by your side."

Jackie pulled Eric in for a kiss, letting their foreheads touch. "Thank you Eric. You're really smart, you know that?" Eric raised an eyebrow, "Really? On most authorities, I'm usually called a 'dumbass'." He smiled. The petite brunette giggled, pulling her husband in for another kiss.

"Mada…" Jackie and Eric separated, looking at one another in shock. "Did she just say mother or combine 'ma' and 'da'?" They looked back at their daughter who was sitting on the high chair.

Allison pointed to Jackie, "Ma…" She then moved to Eric, "Da…" Jackie and Eric looked at one another, trying not to cry. "Our little girl just said her first word!" Jackie tearfully exclaimed before hugging her husband. Eric let go to lift their daughter in his arms. "You said your first word! Yes you did!" Jackie whispered in a baby voice, making Allison giggle. Eric smiled as he watched both girls. They all truly were a happy family.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

The Real Cain Was A GIRL And Male-Cain Isn't Real...But Not Gonna Force Others To Believe It

[Note: Please Do NOT Reblog this without my permission. also reading this post about Cain turning out to be biologically female is optional and I'm not gonna force others to accept or believe it is 100% true, that should be everyone to decide if it is or isn't.]

yeah, not everyone has to accept or believe this to be true.

but my weird mind got to wondering, and not like a certain song that has the lyrics where a classmate brings their Dad to school and "it gets her little mind to wondering"

and being like "where's my daddy" or "do I have one" and "does he not love me like you do."...and well I do question that now, and not just about my Human Dad, but also my Soul-Dad...but that is besides the point...and yeah the song is "Me and Emily" which I think I forgot the name of the one who sings it, but I will edit this some time to say who it was...

but anyway, Cain, the REAL Cain, might of not been Male after all.

but the name Cain could be seen as a boy's name, but it could be a unisex name at this point, I already guessed that maybe Cain and Cainan were one in the same and weren't separate, so Cainan could of been Cain's full name but they mostly went by Cain for short.

it would mean that if Cain did marry one of the descendants of Adam and Lilith, it would had to be a Male Descendant, who treated Cain better than how SHE was treated before she was kicked out.

I can view the Male-Cain being separate from the Female-Cain, like still considering the Male version as Grandpa and the Female version as Grandma...or like Grandy and like Mada Cain, maybe both.

I prayed for some signs to happen to show the sign that the Real Cain was NOT Male and was in fact Biologically Female...

one of them being that it would Snow over where I am at, like for it to snow on November 13, 2024...

but then I figured out it might not end up being cold enough for that, and well I also had to pray for it to rain instead on November 13th as one of the signs that Cain was 100% Female, in case it ended up not being cold enough to snow...and yeah, it did end up raining on November 13th...it was perhaps around 10:58 Pm and almost close to 11 Pm when it happen, I ended up having pray that the sign happen around either 10 or 11 Pm, because it wouldn't count if it got to 12 Am.

and the sign would only happen if it is true, and if it didn't rain at all that day, it would mean that the real Cain was 100% Male and NOT Female...well, that day proved my weird little mind was right about Cain being Female.

it did end up snowing at some point on November 21, 2024 though.

so no matter if it has to do with my praying for snow on November being one of the signs that Cain was 100% Female, it was still nice to see some of the snow, plus it turns out snow is suppose to be good for trees I think, well that was what I was told but I think I should look it up sometime to be sure.

and I already have some Fan Fic ideas, but it might not end up becoming really long, that has to do with Cain, the Original one.

I mean even before I did that whole prayer sign thing, I did write in one of the chapters of one of the stories over at Quotev, about well Cain having been Biologically Female.

and I'm not 100% sure if when the Female Cain was pregnant or not when she was kicked out for the same reason the Male Cain was kicked out for what happen with Abel...

and even if this is true, it doesn't mean everyone will accept it or the possibly face there was more to the fight between Cain and Abel then we were told...

like in theory, it was Cain (Female Cain who's full name was Cainan) who was being forced to marry Abel, even though she didn't want to.

and the offerings they were doing, had to do with winning some kind of right to marry or not.

like Cain was trying to win so she wouldn't be forced to marry Abel, and Abel was trying to win so he could marry her.

and yeah as messed up as the whole certain sacrifice is...

that could be part of the reason, and Abel ended up winning.

and some point after the incident where she gave him a game over, the re-telling of the story between those two ended up re-told a bit differently, like changing Cain into Male and hiding the possible fact that Cain and Cainan were one in the same.

but not everyone has to believe it, if some want to, they have to do so willingly and not by force.

like view maybe a Hazbin Hotel AU version of the Female-Cain being a bit like Tex from Red Vs Blue, and her theme song would be "On Your Knees" which is one of my favorite Red Vs Blue Songs...

and besides the whole needing to make the next part of the fan theory about Alastor, which I might need to look the one that I did before that has to do with him possibly being Eve's reincarnation....because I might need to fix anything I might of mistype in that theory before I work on the part 2 of it.

I do have a new theory that has to do with Red Vs Blue, even though the series is fully completed, but it doesn't mean fans wont still come up with theories and boy do I have a plot twist one that I don't think I can wait to say. I don't know if it will blow any minds, but maybe it will.

Male-Cain could be considered a Anomaly, which in the fan fic I'm writing where it mentions how Sera from Hazbin Hotel, was trying to change Female-Cain into a Male, but ended up causing a big mess and now there is like two timelines, one that is the original where Female-Cain lives, and the second being where the Male version lives. I'm fine if not everyone ends up reading it, and it only ends up being read by maybe a few.

anyway, not much to say about the whole my finding out that Cain was NEVER Biologically Male, and for all we know the "son" that Eve was talking about that she first had, was probably Abel, and not Cain.

we already know that in the Fanon Timelines of Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Cain is Male, and even in that Lucifer TV series.

but I think I wouldn't mind writing fan fics with both versions of Cain, the Real One and the Other One.

but I know I can't make people accept that it's true, they will have to by their own free will and choice and not because someone is making them.

just like how some people in this world will need to accept that there has been some injustice to the Divine Feminine, even if some might not think there has been, but you need to REALLY think about it to finally realize it, but once again no one can be forced and they will need to choose to see it by their own free will.

also besides going to write part 2 of the theory about Alastor and even the Red Vs Blue theory, I'm going to talk about FNAF as well that has to do with the Crying Child's True Name...

and yeah, there could be more to the story between Cain and Abel than we thought, not sure about my theory where they were both doing offerings so Cain could win the right to NOT be made to marry Abel, and Abel trying to win so he could marry her...

I'm not 100% on that, but it could be possible. but not everyone has to agree on that.

[shourioka]

Jikkendai Marmot - 世界の終わりゴッコ/Sekai No Owari Gokko (Make Believe It's The End Of The World)

Kanji: 学校では中２女子が罰ゲームで自殺をして どこかの国ではビルに飛行機が突っ込んで ラジオから聴こえる僕の好きだったバンドは 『人間はもう終わりだ』って歌ってた 僕はドキドキしながら　世界の終わりに備えた ポケットの中には　致死量のキャンディー 絶望したかったんだ　現実なんてなんの意味もない やっとこの日が来た　パパママさようなら 生きてんの？　死んでんの？　わかんない今日も 頭の靄で造った未来予想図 生きたいの？　死にたいの？　気付けば両手は 知恵の輪のように絡まって錆び付いていた 20XX年に何かが起こるって誰かが叫んで でもその日が過ぎたって何も変わらなくて また次の20XX年にこんどこそってもう 『人間はまだ終わらない』これが現実 配られたクジから　ハズレを引いただけ 僕はどこか穴の空いた欠陥品 リセットしたかったんだ　現実なんてなんの意味もない 痛いほど解かってる　世界の終わらせ方 生きてんの？　死んでんの？　かわんない今日も 胸の迷路に隠した自殺適齢期 生きたいの？　死にたいの？　平穏な日々を ただ繰り返して　さあ一生を棒に振ろう 生きてんの？　死んでんの？　わかんない今日も 頭の靄で造った未来予想図 昨日死んだ今日を生きて行く　 ほどけた両手の抱えたものがいつか僕を 殺す日まで

Romaji: Gakkō de wa chūni joshi ga batsu gēmu de jisatsu o shite Dokoka no kuni de wa biru ni hikōki ga tsukkonde Rajio kara kikoeru boku no sukidatta bando wa “Ningen wa mō owarida” tte utatteta Boku wa dokidoki shinagara sekai no owari ni sonaeta Poketto no naka ni wa chishiryō no kyandī Zetsubō shitakattanda genjitsu nante nan no imi mo nai Yattoko no hi ga kita papa mama sayōnara Ikiten no? Shinden no? Wakannai kyō mo Atama no moya de tsukutta miraiyosozu Ikitai no? Shinitai no? Kizukeba ryōte wa Chienowa no yō ni karamatte sabitsuiteita Nisenbatsu-nen ni nanika ga okorutte dareka ga sakende Demo sono hi ga sugitatte nanimo kawaranakute Mata tsugi no nisenbatsu-nen ni kondo kosotte mō “Ningen wa mada owaranai” kore ga genjitsu Kubarareta kuji kara hazure o hiita dake Boku wa dokoka ana no aita kekkanhin Risetto shitakattanda genjitsu nante nan no imi mo nai Itai hodo wakatteru sekai no owarase kata Ikiten no? Shinden no? Kawannai kyō mo Mune no meiro ni kakushita jisatsu tekireiki Ikitai no? Shinitai no? Heion'na hibi o Tada kurikaeshite sā isshō o bō ni furou Ikiten no? Shinden no? Wakannai kyō mo Atama no moya de tsukutta miraiyosozu Kinō shinda kyō o ikiteiku Hodoketa ryōte no kakaeta mono ga itsuka boku o Korosu hi made

English: A second-year middle school girl kills herself in a punishment game at school A plane crashes into a building somewhere in the country I heard my favourite band on the radio Singing "humanity is done for" My heart pounded as I prepared for the end of the world I had a lethal dose of candy in my pocket I wanted to despair, reality was meaningless At last, the day has come; goodbye, mum and dad! Am I alive? Am I dead? I don't know today, either The fog in my head has given me a vision of the future Do I want to live? Do I want to die? The moment I realised, both my hands were Entwined and rusted shut like a puzzle ring Someone screams that something will happen in the year 20XX But that day passes and nothing changes And again in 20XX, this year it's really going to happen! "Humanity isn't over yet" and this is the truth I've only ever been dealt losing lottery tickets I'm a defect with a hole somewhere I wanted to reset, reality was meaningless How it pains me to know how the world will end! Am I alive? Am I dead? It hasn't changed today, either Concealed in the maze of my heart is the age when I'll kill myself Do I want to live? Do I want to die? Let's just repeat the same old peaceful days Over and over for the rest of our lives Am I alive? Am I dead? I don't know today, either The fog in my head has given me a vision of the future Yesterday I died, today I'll keep on living Until what I've been holding in my untied hands Kills me someday

An incredibly cheerful song from Jikkendai Marmot :) it's also the first from them that I translated! I really want to do more, their lyrics are a lot of fun.

[godstaff]

Happyhoganon Superboy/Young Bruce AU Questions: If Clark had met a young former army brat by the name of Lois Lane (who's parents are now farmers after her dad left the military since he developed PTSD years ago) during a harvest festival in her town, what would their first interaction look like? Would they become friends?

Also, if Bruce Wayne met a young man calling himself Ghost-Maker, who's training to be become a hero (albeit a brutal, murderous...'hero' unknown to Bruce), could they become the best of friends due to their similarities in mindset, training regiment, skills and abilities? ...At first anyway before Bruce tells him about his mission, motives and methods?

Finally, if Bruce still had the costume identities of Executioner, Flying Fox and Robin (like in the Silver/Bronze Ages of Comics) before moving on from them each few months, would he bring it up to anyone if asked?

Clark first: Being friends with Lois? Cool, no problem. Assuming she's capable of feelings like friendship. Still, Sam Lane would look at him adversariously. Just his nature. Lois can help but to look down on Clark. Again, just her nature. After the incident with Lana, Clark is adamant not to engage in intimate relationships with human women. This mada her suspicious. "I'm lovely. Is he gay or just weird?" She thought with her usual humility.

Wisely, Clark put some distance between the two. There were some metahuman teen girls training at the League headquarters he found interestig, specially that teenage witch Zatanna. There he found magic was a weakness of his.

Bruce: the whole point of the life of Bruce is his mission to avenge his parents. The whole point of his mission is secrecy. He won't go around telling some stranger vital info about himself. The only thing to do is observe from a distance and dig as much intel about the other as possible. Always posing as this geeky kid with money. He almost blew it, once, with his friend and school buddy Harvey Dent. Nice boy but with some split personality issues. Never again.

[apothecaryscript]

Maomao no Hitorigoto Episode 7 : Something to Shake Off Sleepiness??? / 猫猫のひとりごと　第7話　『眠気覚まし？？？(Nemuke-Zamashi???)』

Please note that the English lines are just my translations.

猫猫「里樹妃の侍女たちは、まだ幼く後宮の常識を知らない里樹妃に、わざと濃い桃色の衣を勧めて恥をかかせた。妃を陥れるとは……。と、こんなことを考えている場合じゃない。…明日、おやじに会える」

Maomao “Rishu-hino jijo-tachiwa, mada osanaku kokyuno joshiki’o shiranai Rishu-hini, wazato koi momo-irono koromo’o susumete haji’o kakaseta. Kisaki’o otoshi-ireru-towa…… To, konna-koto’o kangaete-iru baaija nai. Ashita, oyajini aeru.”

Maomao “Concubine Lishu’s ladies in waiting humiliated Concubine Lishu, who was still young and didn’t know the common sense of the rear palace, by purposely recommending her to wear a dark pink dress. They did ensnare the concubine… Oh, this isn’t the time to be thinking about that. I’ll be able to see Dad tomorrow.”

壬氏「夜中に何をやっているんだ？」

Jinshi “Yonakani nani’o yatte-irunda?”

Jinshi “What are you doing in the middle of the night?”

猫猫「壬氏様こそ、どうなさいましたか？お疲れのご様子ですが」

Maomao “Jinshi-sama-koso, do-nasai-mashitaka? Otsukareno goyosu desuga.”

Maomao “What’s the matter with you, Master Jinshi? You look tired.”

壬氏「気分転換だ。園遊会での一件があってから、仕事が山積みでな」

Jinshi “Kibun-tenkanda. En’yu-kai-deno ikkenga atte-kara, shigotoga yama-zumi dena.”

Jinshi “For a change. Since the garden party incident, I’ve had a mountain of work to do.”

猫猫（顔色がかなり悪いな…であれば）「こちらをご活用ください」

Maomao (Kao-iroga kanari waruina… De areba.) “Kochira’o gokatsuyo kudasai.”

Maomao (He looks quite pale… If so.) “Please use this.”

壬氏「ん、何が入っているんだ？」

Jinshi “N? Naniga haitte-irunda?”

Jinshi “Hmm, what’s in there?”

猫猫「媚薬ではございません」

Maomao “Biyaku-dewa gozai-masen.”

Maomao “It’s not an aphrodisiac.”

壬氏「なんだ」

Jinshi “Nanda.”

Jinshi “It’s not? Okay.”

猫猫「眠気覚ましです」

Maomao “Nemuke-zamashi desu.”

Maomao “It’s something to shake off sleepiness.”

壬氏「眠気覚まし？」

Jinshi “Nemuke-zamashi?”

Jinshi “Shake off sleepiness?”

猫猫「はい。活力が湧いて仕事に集中できます」

Maomao “Hai. Katsuryokuga waite shigotoni shuchu deki-masu.”

Maomao “Yes. It gives you energy and helps you concentrate on your work.”

壬氏「なんと！それは大いに助かる！」

Jinshi “Nanto! Sorewa ooini tasukaru!”

Jinshi “Oh my goodness! That would be a great help!”

猫猫「えっ、そんな一気に飲んでは……」

Maomao “E, sonna ikkini nondewa…”

Maomao “What? Don’t take it all at once like that…”

壬氏「おお、即効性があるんだな。何だか…体が…あ、軽くなったような…」

Jinshi “Oo, sokko-seiga arun-dana. Nandaka…karadaga…a, karuku-natta-yona…”

Jinshi “Oh, it has an immediate effect. Somehow… I feel like… my body… became lighter…”

猫猫「少し休んでもらいたかっただけなのだが…慣れないことをするべきではないな」

Maomao “Sukoshi yasunde morai-takatta-dake-nano-daga… Narenai koto’o suru-beki-dewa naina.”

Maomao “I just wanted him to rest for a bit… I shouldn’t have done what I wasn’t used to doing.”

猫猫「次回、『麦稈』。花街で何か物騒なことが起こりそうな予感が…」

Maomao “Jikai, ‘Mugiwara.’ Hana-machide nanika bussona kotoga okori-sona yokanga…”

Maomao “Next episode, ‘Wheat Stalks.’ I have a feeling something dangerous is going to happen in the pleasure district…”

猫猫「これ…どうしよう？」

Maomao “Kore…do-shiyo?”

Maomao “What should I do about this?”

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I don’t think the purple-colored translation is the best one.

In this case, the original line is “なんだ”, not “なんだ？(What is it?)”, because his voice didn’t raise the pitch at the end. It means that Jinshi was a little bit disappointed to know it wasn’t an aphrodisiac.

So it’s like “なんだ、そうなのか。(がっかり）: Oh, I see. (Disappointed).” Please let me know if there are better phrases.