#my beloved children they are so cutieful together

[jinkiesmariz]

Hiii I forgot i had this for like 1-2 years so :3

I think this is as finished as it’ll ever get tbhhh :3 so I might as well post it cuz I got back into Iruma again and everytime i tried to draw them I thought of this pic

Oh and here’s an Ameri sketch as a small treat :3

I did. have a whole sketch page but idgaf I’m not putting that in here

[nkirukaj]

Deerly Beloved (14)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing;

Genre: Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 3.2K

14. A Moment

“Where did you come from, hmm? A little baby like you,” she asks the baby bat, who stares up at her. With wide and innocent eyes, he lets out another chirp and smiles. She reaches her arms out for the baby bat and he falls into them.“Aww you’re such a cutie,” she hugs him

When she lets him go, he flaps his wings and takes off into the air, but not very high

“You trying to fly baby? Is that what you were trying to do out there? Fly?” He flaps a bit harder and falls back into her arms “I think you need some practice before you can fly on your own,” she tells him

Behind the couch, the King of Hell was walking past and happened to hear the woman’s voice. He stopped, wondering who she could be talking to in such an infantilized voice. He walked to where the scene was and looked over the back of the couch, admiring the woman’s motherly nature, thinking about how great of a mother figure she could be to kids that they could have together before he noticed that the child that she was talking to was a bat and not a deer.

“Voe?” he leans over the back of the couch

“Yes?” she questions without looking up

“What is that?”

“A baby,” she said without missing a beat

He squints “Whose baby?”

“Mine,” she bounces him up and down

He comes around the couch “No that is not your baby, because that is a bat,”

“Well, I found him so he’s mine,”

Lucifer rubs his eyes with his index finger and his thumb “Oh no, this cannot be good,”

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing. Maybe this will make Alastor want to be a better husband,”

Voe furrows her eyebrows “This has nothing to do with him,”

“Right,” he crosses his arms and says sarcastically

“I found this little one who actually loves me,”

“Well- your kids can’t love someone they don’t know. And neither can this baby for that matter,”

Voe turns to him “You know what you’re being right now, Lucifer? A hater, you’re being a huge hater,”

“And you’re giving up on your children. You need to think this through. Be smart like I know that you can be,”

Voe pouts “I’m keeping him,”

“Hmm, I never thought that Heaven would make you more rash and impulsive,”

“Don’t you like that about me?” she winks flirtatiously

He raises his eyebrow and purses his lips “Those are not the things that I like about you,”

Voe sighs dramatically “Whatever. When do I get to be happy?”

He puts his hand under his chin and doesn’t respond to that obviously rhetorical question and sits down beside her “Are you okay?”

She turns and looks at him like he’s an idiot “Yes Lucifer, I’m perfectly fine with my entire family hating me,”

“They don’t hate you,”

“Well, what would you call it? Cuz it seems very far from love,”

“I don’t know okay, all I know is you need to get yourself together, or the bigger this mess will become.”

“So you want me to give up this baby? This baby with no home no parents?”

He groans “You don’t know he doesn’t have parents,”

“Well, clearly, if they neglected him so much that he ended up on the roof of the Hotel, they won’t mind if I keep him,”

“You realize that’s a massive rationalization right?”

“Yes,”

“Why do I always let you convince me of your craziness?”

She smiles at him “Because you love me,”

He chooses not to confirm or deny this, but only sighs in response, standing and walking away. He didn’t have to respond for Voe to know that what she said was true. He loved her and Voe knew it. Was she wrong for using that to get her way sometimes? Who’s to say? But having the King of Hell in love with you was a useful tool that Voe never planned to stop using.

“it’s time for a bath Alyson,”

“No! Time to play all day!”

“No, you need to bathe,”

“No thank you,”

Voe sighs and picks her daughter up as she squirms and screams, “It’s not even all that just take the bath,”

“Nooooo! I don’t feel good, I wanna go to sleep,”

“Oh, now you wanna go to sleep?”

She nods and begins to whine “I don’t feel good,”

“You can sleep after your bath,”

“No now! I have to sleep now! Where’s Daddy? Where’s Daddy Lady!”

“I’m your mother!”

“Where’s my daddy?” she hits her shoulder “Where he at?”

Voe doesn’t answer and gets hit a second time, and responds by holding the girl farther from her

“Lady! Where he at?”

“I don’t know!”

“You know! You get my daddy or you gonna be in trouble,”

Voe raises her brow “What is your dad gonna do to me?”

“He gon get you!”

“Yeah right,”

Alyson grabs Voe’s glasses off her face and tosses them across the room “Hmmph!”

“Oh, you’re definitely getting in the bath now!”

“No!” Aly grabs her hair and will not let go

“Ow ow ow ow ow!” she tries to pull the little hands off, but their grip is iron.

“Daddy! Daddy help!”

Alastor emerges from the shadows next to the two. “What is going on over here?” he asks with an unbothered grin.

“What is going on-oh World Star!” Angel interjects. He turns to Cherri Bomb “Right? That’s what it’s called?” Cherri shrugs

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Alyson puts her arms out for Alastor and starts whining. He takes her from Voe’s hands and Voe crosses her arms

“She needs a bath,”

“Now, young lady, get in the tub this instant,”

Aly shakes her head “I don’t want to,”

“Why not?”

“I don’t feel well,”

“Ah of course,” he pulls her closer

“Alastor,” Voe takes a disapproving tone

He looks down at his wife “What? She’s not feeling well, she can take a bath later,”

“She’s just saying that so she doesn’t have to take a bath,”

“Oh she would never,” he kisses her forehead as she whines further

“Look at her! She’s not even crying!! She’s manipulating you!!” He picks Aly up and hugs her

“She’s not doing anything. You do not know her like I do.” His voice gets stern “You were not here the past two years, I was. and I got to know our daughter!”

Voe rolls her eyes “If she has your DNA, she’s a master at it,”

“I believe you mean your DNA my dear,”

Angel groans at their lack of self-awareness.

“So she’s just gonna be stinky then?”

“Until she feels better,”

“She feels fine!”

“You don’t know how she feels!”

“So she was just fine before I brought up a bath, and now all of a sudden, she’s sick? Really, that’s what you're going with?”

Alastor groans “Well you yelling isn’t making her feel any better!”

“I’m not yelling at her!”

“Well, you’re yelling at her father!”

“And you’re yelling at her mother!”

Alastor pauses and takes a breath “You’re right,” he turns to Alyson “I’m sorry sweetie,” and she hugs his neck

“I can’t do this. I already got Vernie to take a bath, and I’m wasting time for Juno,” Voe turns and walks away

Alastor scrunches his face “Who?”

“Don’t worry about it,”

He places Alyson back into her bed and follows his wife “NO! Y̸̢͙̭̣̮̟̪͍̏́O̸̢̡̤̹͕̞̹͓͙̠͔̠̘͚͈̅̍́̍̉̍͋̅̈́́Ư̵̞̳̽̏̓̓̓͑̓͊͂͑̕͠ ̴̨͔̖͋͗͘T̴̡̬̥̰͉̹̂̅̂͗̽̽͠͝E̷͔̱̼͚͔̭͕̳̅̑͒͗͒̚L̵̦͋̋̂͗̓̃̇̉̕L̶̨̢̤̘͓͓̤̲̪̯̜̘͈̱̗̔̾̎͌̽̉̇͛̀̈́͝ ̵̢̨͍̟̠̪̘͎̳̜̘̱̯̳͖̂̎̉M̴̩̫̟̦̜̋͒͛̓̓̅E̷̢̛ ̴̲̙̙̞̪̘͓̝̙̖̥̖̌̓́̀̒̾̈́̈́̀̉́͘͝W̷̛̘̗͐̆͗̄͋̈Ḧ̴̰͙̪̪̮̠̲́̈́̈́̅̿̔͘͠Ơ̵̗͎̞̙̓̏̇͆̄̃̓́̄͌̀͋͝͠ ̷̡̣͙͖̞͔̠̻̻̫̪̰͖͊̈́̂͐̋͂͊͑͘͝T̵͈̯̱̔̋̀͌̚Ḣ̸̠̞͚͉͙͖̠͙̰̼̀A̵̢͙̭̹̳̣̙̻̝̹̓̅̐̄͋̀̀̔̏͋͠Ţ̷̛̛̭̘̠̜̠̞̫͚͊͑̈́̾́̀̈̈̊̃͘͜ ̶̢̬͎͇͈͙̯̺̦̒͂̐̈͒͐̈́̎̀̀͋̉̑͊I̶̳̋̉̏͛͑̀̄͐̚S̸͍͍̟̖͓̼̗̽̎̊̓͛̐̃̆̉̊̓͝͠ ̶̰͖̤̻͉̈́̄Ŗ̶̨̛̣͎̙̣̲̪̦͕̤͎̖͂̈́̎͂̏̕̚̚̚͜Į̸̲͎̬͉̻̩̤̺̳̬͇̆͋̐͗̀̐͊͝G̶͕̫̘͎͈̻̮̰̙͚̥̏̆̓̓̄͑̏͆̆̕H̵͉̆́́͝��̨͚̫̺͙̺͉̟͇͍͕̫ͅṬ̴̱̦͙͍̞͓̞̙̤̩́́̅̔̎͋̑̈́̓͑͐̂͜͝ͅ ̴͔̌͘N̶͙̤͋̋̂̈̚͘ͅŐ̴̧̩͇̤̦̻͙͍̥͎̋͆̈́͌̓̍́̀̐̒͆W̶̨̢̛̗̗͉̼̦̯̊̄̉͘ͅ!̴̛̫͔̖̘̫̗̼̩̫̺̐̀̾̉́̀̌̂̇” HYou'll is voice distorts

She spins around to face him, his eyes black, and his antlers doubled in size “Keep your damn voice down!” she whispers-yells

“Or what? Will you cry to Lucifer? Or Angel? Your mother? Or perhaps you can run to the Vees and tell them more about me? You can cry to them!”

“You are such a child sometimes!”

“No, unlike you, I don’t play silly little games,”

“I don’t have time for this!” she turns away

He grabs her arm. “Funny thing, I have all the time in the world. Now, Tell me who Juno is before I find out myself,”

Voe sets her jaw “And do what?”

“Use your imagination,” he squints at her

Voe pulls her arm out of his grip “Juno is a baby, you fucking lunatic,”

He pulls back and shakes his head in disbelief “W-where did you get a baby Vera?”

She crosses her arms and blows hair out of her face “Why does it matter?”

“You-I-“ he sighs and rubs his forehead “You know what, go to him. Go to Juno, Vera. You are absolutely ridiculous,”

“Oh I’m ridiculous?”

“Yes,”

“You’re the one who was about to slaughter a fucking baby!”

“I don’t have energy for you. You want to be a mother to this ‘Juno,’ go ahead and give up on your own children,”

“Who even said that?”

“You did,”

“No I didn’t”

“You’re putting him before your own kids!”

Voe grows increasingly irritated “I gave Vernie a bath today!”

Alastor claps sarcastically “Congrats!”

“You’re acting like I’m not making any effort!”

“You’re doing the bare minimum!”

“You expect me to go above and beyond when they still call me ‘Lady’? Clearly, that’s too much for them!”

“You’re spending time with this ‘Juno’!”

“You didn’t even know he existed until two seconds ago!”

“But you did, you’ve been with him way more than these children you wanted so much!”

She stares up at him with an accusatory look “You didn’t want them?”

He rolls his eyes “Stop turning it around on me,”

“No!”

“I’ve spent more time with these children than you have!”

“That doesn’t answer my question,”

“I’ll answer it when you start being a mother,”

Voe backs down temporarily, her eyes falling. The venom returns to them just as quickly as they left “Maybe I’ll be a better mother when you start being a husband!”

“Do what you want Vera,”

She looks behind him and sees his fingers devoid of jewelry “You still aren’t wearing your wedding ring,”

“Go to your Juno,”

“Mom?”

Daphne looks up sharply at her daughter and sighs “What Vera?”

“Could you actually not call me that down here?”

“What?”

“Well, I go by Voe down here,”

Daphne waves her off “Whatever, okay, whatever, I don’t care,”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Well, I never got an apology, so what do you think?”

Voe drops her arms “Why do you need an apology? I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“You keep insisting that I’m something that I’m not,”

“I just asked you a question! And why would it be so bad to be autistic?”

“It’s not okay? Just don’t call me something that I’m not!”

“Why are you so defensive?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I'm just talking to my mom!”

“About something I don’t want to talk about!”

“So we can’t talk then?”

“We can talk, Vera, just not about this,”

“We have to get past this; we can’t just pretend like it didn’t happen,”

“I don’t know what you want from me,”

Voe sighs “I don’t know either,”

Voe comes into the parlor, seeing the baby bat trying to fly once more, she smiles at his effort and approaches him when she notices the twins beneath him, yelling and screaming. Their screams are happy and playful, but Voe’s vision slows down when they start to grab and pull on his wings. It’s when Voe sees him fall in slow motion that she decides that it is enough. She rushes over and pulls Juno into her arms, yanking him away from their stubby little fingers.

“What are you doing?! You could’ve hurt him!”

“We playing,” Vernie answered

“That is not how you play!”

“We playin. He flyin!”

“And you were pulling onto his arms and wings what’s wrong with you?”

“Gotta fly to da city gotta fly!”

She squints “What?”

“Fly!”

“Okay don’t be stupid,”

“Vernie, not stupid, you stupid? We are going shopping, and Juno is taking us”

“He is not your personal toy, he’s just a baby,”

Alyson grumbles, “He is a plane!”

Voe opens her mouth to respond before her arm is grabbed, and she’s spun around.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you arguing with a two-year-old? Is that what you do now? Argue with two-year-olds?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with them? They’re using him like an object!”

“Those are two year olds,”

“And he’s one,”

“Oh wow, a year difference.”

“They’re too rough,”

“They are playing,”

Voe huffs, “I don’t like the way they play,”

“Maybe you should be around to teach them how to play nice,”

“Why is this all on me? Like you aren’t their father?”

Alastor lids his eyes “I don’t play nice. You know that,”

Voe blushes and hugs Juno to her chest “I don’t know what you want from me,” she says in a small voice

“I want you to get your act together and don’t call my son stupid,”

“Oh, now you care about your son?”

Alastor blinks at her “If you’d like your son to stop staring at you like a goldfish, perhaps you shouldn’t yell at him. Because to me you look like the stupid one, arguing with a child,”

“Excuse me!” A Southern accent is heard from the kitchen. May enters the parlor full of attitude and righteous anger: “Don’t you dare call her stupid. Young man, you are not a mother, and you never will be, so you will never understand how hard it is to be one. Surely, she made a mistake, and people are allowed to. You don’t insult them; you help them do what’s right. Why does she have to do everything on her own? You’re a husband and a father; you need to help her!” She shakes her head “My son would never insult a lady. I bet your mother would be ashamed of you right now!”

Alastor widens his eyes in shock and a blush creeps up his cheeks. He turns to Voe and speaks at a low volume “I apologize,” he tells her before shadowing away

Voe turns to May “Thank you,”

May smiles “Of course dear, you deserve the world. You’re a beautiful lady inside and out and you’ll get the hang of motherhood soon, just like I did,”

Voe smiles back.

___________________________________

Alastor sat across from Willie at a table in Cannibal Town. They sat drinking coffee as they discussed trivial things on their minds.

“He said he wanted extra ice, so I put a little something extra in that ice!” Willie chortles “Ugh how hard it was to hide a body back then!”

“You’re telling me! A ha ha ha!” Alastor chimes in “That’s how I got this!” He points to the X on his forehead and they both laugh

“Damn! Right in the noggin! Somebody gave me a taste of my own ‘medicine’”

“What a way to go out!”

“Yup! One second, I’m enjoying a nice drink, the next, a good nap!” She slaps the table in her laughter

Rosie strolls up to the two with her hands on her hips and an air of importance “Are you two enjoying yourselves?”

Willie doesn’t hesitate “Yes, absolutely! Everything is just wonderful, Rosie!”

“Glad to hear it, though I’d like to borrow Alastor for a moment,” Alastor looks apprehensive, and Rosie flashes her eyes in response “Now,”

He follows her to a secluded corner and waits to hear what she has to say.

“What are you doing?” she folds her arms together. Alastor opens his mouth to respond, but Rosie cuts him off, “And do not say ‘Whatever do you mean/‘ he closes his mouth again “For the past three weeks, I’ve seen you here with her, what is going on? What about your wife? You can’t leave me in the dark like this. You know that I have to know about everything that you do,”

“Yes, I know,” he dusts off his sleeves and places his hands on the top of his cane “Willie and I are friends, nothing more and nothing less,”

“Then where is your wife? Why aren’t you here with her? And where is your wedding ring, Mister?” Rosie huffs

He looks down at his finger as if he hadn’t noticed “I must have misplaced it,”

Rosie furrows her brow “Why was it off in the first place?”

“I don’t wear it while I bathe, my dear,”

She pokes his chest “You better not be playing Voe, that girl deserves so much better than that,”

“So I’ve been told,”

“Don’t catch an attitude with me young man,”

“I’m not and I understand,”

“You better,” she pokes him one more time “Now run along back to ya little toy,”

“What was that about?” Willie asked when he returned

He sits down “I don’t have the slightest idea,” he dismisses the question “Now, tell me how you got cyanide into ice cubes!”

Voe walks past the room the cots are in and sees Vernie, sitting in his cot with a very sad face. She walks into the room to comfort her son, and she picks him up.

“What’s wrong?”

His eyes are glassy and wide “I miss Willie,”

“Who?”

“Willie!”

“Who’s Willie? An imaginary friend?”

“No! Willie is…daddy friend!”

She tilts her head. “What do you mean, Daddy’s friend? Your dad has friends now?”

Vernie nods “Daddy bring Willie over and over and over, and then we got these blankets!”

Voe looks down and sees blankets with their initials on each bed “When does daddy bring Willie over?”

“When everyone is sleeping, then they go out inna town. I wanna go too!”

“He goes out with this person?”

Vernie nods vigorously

She puts him back down in bed and starts thinking. Willie? Why had he never mentioned this person before? Was he with this person when he would leave the Hotel? Is this person why he hadn’t been trying to get her attention when she was ignoring him? Did this person have his attention?

Angel applies mascara, and Cherri puts in nipple covers, they’re dressed for a club outing and almost out the door.

“Angel!”

Cherri groans, “Ugh shit! This bitch,” and Angel elbows her in the side

“What’s up dollface?” he puts his hands on his hips

“Vernie is talking about this person named Willie?”

Angel immediately groans in response while Cherri lets out an “Oh shit,”

“What? What do you two know?”

“Nothing,” Angel turns to Cherri “You’re supposed to say it with me,”

“But that’d be a lie!” she grins

Voe crosses her arms “Angel, don’t lie to me. What do you know?”

“Don’t lie Angel. C’mon, we got a dickservation!” Cherri chirps up

“Heh?”

“Dick reservation!”

Angel looks back to Voe “Look,”

Cherri throws her head back “Ughh!!”

“Willie is Alastor’s friend, and they hang out sometimes. That’s it.”

“That’s it okay let’s go!”

Voe grabs Angel’s arm “Angel, please!”

Cherri is getting more and more frustrated “Angel, we need to go,” he looks back and forth between the two of them “Ugh, fine.” she looks at Voe “Willie is Alastor’s female friend, and they had a moment. And you know what I mean.” Cherri yanks Angel away, and they slip out of the door.

At that moment, it’s like the world went silent. Voe stands in confusion and disappointment as she stands alone. Her husband had a moment with another woman? Is that why he hadn’t been wearing his wedding ring? Was he cheating on her? Or worse, planning to leave?

[skylarstark4826]

Spirotxo (Spider Socorro & Rotxo) headcanons

¿Which of the first ones wakes up in the morning?:

Both do it for similar and also different reasons since Spider does it to be able to help the Metkayina as much as possible but at the same time also to help his adoptive parents (Jake and Neytiri) with his little brothers (Kiri, Lo'ak and Tuk) and also because this way he has more time to be with his beloved Rotxo and the same is also with Rotxo because while he gets up early to help the Clan at the same time he also helps his adoptive parents (Tonowari and Ronal) in everything he can as well as helps his older brothers Aonung and Tsireya with his tasks and at the same time also takes the opportunity to spend time with his beloved Spider to be able to have some time by his side... although despite that in moments Spider or Rotxo stay a few minutes before getting up so they can look at how beautiful the other looks (Spider or Rotxo) while he is still asleep before having to leave).

¿Who is the first to fall asleep at night?:

Both fall asleep basically at the same time and above all because both always do their best to help the Clan and ended up super exhausted because of that but also because Rotxo and Spider constantly entertain the children so that they don't do mischief or cause some problems in addition... Rotxo constantly helps Spider to take care of the little ones but also her adoptive younger sister Tuk and both spend time together before going to sleep.

¿Who is the one who calls the other with loving, affectionate, tender or adorable nicknames?:

Both do it frequently but especially when they are alone and in private... Rotxo at least playfully calls Spider "my very cute human"… but he doesn't do it often because he knows how sensitive Spider can become when they call him human while at the same time Spider has to call Rotxo lovingly "Ryx" because Rotxo felt comfortable if Spider was the only one who called him that because it was very special to him, his way of saying it made it even more special for Rotxo at the same time as when they were alone and Spider revealed to Rotxo that his real name was: Miles Javier Socorro Quaritch and he told him that it was always very uncomfortable for him to be called that and that's why he preferred to be called Spider then is when Rotxo thinks of calling him by the affectionate nickname of "MJ" so that in that way although it is similar to his real name Spider does not feel uncomfortable with him at the same time that Spider occasionally also affectionately calls Rotxo "My very cutie Metkayina" for how much it means to him although also at the same time when Rotxo confessed to Spider who was actually Non-Binary when they were both alone and were investigating what the LGBT community was then that's when Spider decides to call him by his pronoun "Ro" so that Rotxo felt more comfortable and also felt more like himself without having any boy or girl etiquette at the same time as when Spider confessed to Rotxo that he was actually Transgender and did not consider himself a boy but that he actually considered himself a girl but still feels comfortable with the nickname of Spider then is when Rotxo gives a new nickname to Spider which is "Miley" although they only use between the 2 when they are alone.

¿What do they do when the other is having a bad day?:

As usual when Rotxo is going through a bad time or has a bad day Spider approaches Rotxo to try to comfort him and especially when Rotxo ends up having a panic or anxiety attack so Spider immediately tries to calm him down while Rotxo brings him closer to his body while they spend time together until Rotxo calms down completely and opens up to Spider and tells him what had bothered him or had affected him so much although that usually happens especially after the battle and Neteyam's death but also when it happens that some Metkayina boys annoy Rotxo and make hurtful comments about him but at the same time also about his biological parents and his adoption while on the other hand when it comes to Spider and Rotxo is the one who calms him down as usual Rotxo hugs him against his body to reassure him and in doing so Rotxo moves his necklace so that it is on his back so as not to hurt and much less prick Spider by mistake with him at the same time that Rotxo stays with Spider took the time and does not leave his side until Spider feels better and calms down enough to tell him what had affected him so much and had hurt him although that is especially after the battle and the death of Neteyam when Spider confesses to Rotxo everything that had happened to him when he had been captured in the RDA but at the same time also when Spider confesses to Rotxo that he had saved his biological father from dying as well as about what had happened on the ship... with his adoptive mother Neytiri and Rotxo stays with him while both console each other and provide support between the 2 together without allowing anyone else to hurt them ever again.

¿How do they say "I'm sorry" after the arguments?:

Neither of the 2 does it because neither of them likes to get into trouble with others as much as having problems with their adoptive parents... so technically that doesn't happen often with them.

¿Which of the two is much more ticklish than the other?:

Both... Spider and Rotxo have a lot of tickles and in fact both tickle in the same places of the body that are both in the upper and lower part that are their sides, ribs, stomach and also the feet both tickle each other in a playful and affectionate way between the 2 although they only do it when they are alone and sometimes tickle the other to cheer up when he is sad or depressed also when Spider discovered that Rotxo tickled it was not something voluntary since Spider had gone to see him just when Rotxo had fallen completely asleep while doing his homework and then when Spider had tried to wake him up and ended up accidentally tickling him by mistake and when Spider had finished he was attacked by Rotxo who immediately also began to tickle him to take revenge for his tickle attack while between the 2 they attacked each other making each other laugh... but of course when they do it is only when the 2 are completely alone since neither wants to damage Rotxo's pride and dignity (for talking about Spider) and it is the same with Spider's pride (for talking about Rotxo) but both always have to hold each other's arms because if they don't then they won't be able to tickle him because they quickly use them to protect themselves from tickling and between the 2 they always blow raspberries on his stomach just like Tambien on their sides and also on the ribs before both stop and end up kissing on the lips.

¿What are your favorite activities for rainy days?:

Almost none of the 2 stays in their Mauri when it's raining because they like to be together and do activities together and almost always Rotxo shows Spider the reef both day and night so that in that way Spider can see it in 2 ways while almost always both like to go swimming or if not to see the Ikran's… (although Rotxo feels a little scared so Spider reassures him to help him have confidence to get closer to the Ikran's while Spider gives them some fish or fruit to calm them down so they don't get scared or end up attacking their beloved Rotxo).

¿How come the 2 are surprised?:

Well, to begin with, how it happens that Spider is aware that Rotxo doesn't really like to be surprised so what Spider does is walk behind him and sit next to him so that Rotxo sees him and doesn't get too scared... while when it comes to Rotxo how is he aware (especially because I ask Kiri first) that Spider likes surprises then Rotxo always wants to do it in a big way like on one occasion that he sneaked up to Spider from behind when he was carrying things and once he finished Rotxo quickly lifted him up in his arms making him scream from the sudden surprise before quickly Rotxo will lovingly kiss his lips to his beloved Spider making him smile.

¿Who is the most affectionate in public? ¿Or in private?:

Both like to be loving when they are in private especially because the 2 are very shy being in public about their romantic feelings and be open about… in addition to the fact that the 2 also feel a little uncomfortable if they do it in public and being alone they can be completely open without having limitations because of the looks that others give them (and more than Rotxo it's about Spider) when the 2 are together and they don't have to feel uncomfortable when showing themselves how much the 2 really love each other

¿Who is the best romantic openly? In secret:

Both are more comfortable doing it in secret and in private (but not because they feel ashamed of each other) but because in reality Spider and Rotxo simply feel much more comfortable that way and feel very comfortable doing it especially in private.

¿Who is the one who tries the most to do something to plan something special for the other?:

Both... the 2 like to make something special for each other since Spider likes to make special gifts for Rotxo such as ornaments for Metkayina clothes because he knows perfectly well that Rotxo doesn't really like to be surprised while Rotxo likes to make bracelets and also necklaces for Spider because in addition to knowing how much Spider likes them also because it is a hobby that Rotxo has when he has nothing else to do in his day before he goes to spend time with his beloved Spider.

¿Which of the 2 is more likely to hold the other's hand while they are in public?:

Both without a doubt... both like to hold hands when they are in public because even though they prefer to be affectionate in private that does not prevent them from wanting to hold hands even when the 2 are still in public and also because when the 2 are together and see the Metkayina who constantly annoys them who are the supposed friends of Aonung, when he discovered that his friends (Ongu, Koro and Nash'vi) is when then Rotxo takes Spider's hand to point out that he was not going to abandon him in those moments (especially because Rotxo would never abandon the love of his life at a moment like that and would never leave Spider as he most needs him by his side) and the same is with Spider because he knows that sometimes they also annoy Rotxo for being different from everyone else Metkayina (while Spider has never thought differently from Rotxo because for Rotxo he is beautiful and unique that he does not want him to ever change that) and also because at 2 they like to hold hands but at the same time they also like to protect each other.

¿Who is more likely to make great declarations of love in front of other people?:

Actually when it comes to talking about declarations of love then is when both like to do that especially when Spider and Rotxo in private… especially for their adoptive parents since they don't want to feel a little uncomfortable around them.

¿Who was the one who fell in love with the other first?:

That was also something mutual without a doubt since both Spider and Rotxo fell in love from the moment they both met... after the battle and the death of Neteyam and since then both began to approach the other to conquer him and despite the problems for being different species (Human and Na'vi) but despite that none of the 2 made them like each other less if not that only made both of them fall in love with each other much more to the point where Rotxo prefers to be with his beloved Spider and leave the Metkayina to be with him and that is the same with Spider respected the Omaticaya and in the forest as long as to also be with his beloved Rotxo.

¿Who spends more time (possibly thinking too much) what gifts to get the other?:

Those would undoubtedly be the 2 since both constantly spend too much time thinking about it and especially when it comes to the other because of how much Spider and Rotxo love each other deeply 2... and above all because they both want to get the best gift they can give to the other and above all because they knew the beautiful tradition of Valentine's Day that Spider's Adoptive dad... Jake told them that they celebrate on earth.

¿Who initiates the greatest physical contact?:

That without a doubt the 2 since Rotxo likes to hug his beloved Spider against his body both as a way to comfort him when he is having a bad time and also in love form when the 2 are together at the same time that Spider also likes to hug his beloved Rotxo against his body from behind while Rotxo are doing some tasks and he also likes to get close to him while both are alone but also when the 2 fall asleep together and wrap themselves with a blanket to rest together.

¿Who is the most protective of the 2?:

Those would be the 2 actually since Rotxo likes to protect Spider from the Metkayina who only want to hurt him for being human while Spider protects Rotxo a lot when some Metkayina try to hurt him only because Rotxo is different from the others and Spider will never allow it... neither of the 2 will allow the Metkayina hurt the other and especially because after the battle and the death of Neteyam both constantly have nightmares about it and the 2 are very afraid that one will also be killed or worse that they get to hurt them too so Spider and Rotxo are quite protective with the other also because they are a couple who do not like to neglect the other at all.

¿Who is the one who tends to get sick more often than the 2? ¿And who is better to take care of the other?:

Those would be the 2 but especially Spider and when that happens Rotxo is the one who takes care of him and never hesitates to protect him because he does not like to see him suffering from pneumonia or fever at the same time as when it is Rotxo who gets sick Spider is always the first to offer without hesitation 2 times to take care of him so that he recovers and also to heal as soon as possible.

¿Who said "I love you" first to the other? Or if neither of the 2 has said it yet, ¿Who is most likely to tell you first among the 2?:

Those would undoubtedly be the 2 at the same time because both Spider and Rotxo fell in love immediately because as soon as their eyes crossed the moment they met after the battle and Neteyam's death... and that was when Rotxo arrived with his adoptive parents and the others Metkayina to the rock where Spider was with his adoptive family and as Spider was the one who quickly helped them go up then that way he met Rotxo and both immediately fell in love with each other and that's when Spider knew what was both "First Love" and also "First Sight Love".

¿Who believes in the soul mates among the 2?:

Those would also be the 2 since as Spider had never fallen in love in his whole life and Rotxo was his first love he didn't have much experience in that and the same with Rotxo because he had never fallen in love in his life either and... well Spider was also his first love so neither had ever had experience in that but now that he has met the other both already believes in soul mates and especially with Spider or Rotxo by his side.

¿Which of the 2 is a morning person?:

Well, those would actually be the 2 because both always wake up very early to be able to do their tasks of the Metkayina clan and also because it is that way Spider and Rotxo can spend the rest of the day off the 2 together and without having any kind of distraction.

¿Their hugs are usually constant or just something that is casual between them 2?:

Technically that would be a rhetorical question because the 2 of them are always hugging and it is rare to see them with not doing it and above all because both enjoy hugging a lot because both Rotxo and Spider always want to be together as much time as possible and also because they like to spend their day that way since Rotxo likes to hug Spider against his body a lot when he takes him for a walk on his ilu through the reef and when the 2 go diving especially because in those moments is when the 2 can be together... well, as long as there are only the two of them.

¿What is the favorite sleeping position between the 2?:

Rotxo really loves to snuggle up against the body of his beloved Spider and especially because sometimes they can be together all day like that when they don't have any kind of complication or distraction.

¿Who is the one who constantly falls asleep in the middle of the conversation?:

None of them since both always pay a lot of attention to each other's conversation and always fall asleep together when they can sleep together and it doesn't happen that Spider and Rotxo fall asleep in the huts of their adoptive families.

¿Who is the 2 who wakes up in the middle of the night because of nightmares?:

That would undoubtedly be the 2... because Spider wakes up because of the nightmares he suffers from the traumas he had during his capture and also from what he suffered in his time with the RDA and because Spider is also afraid of the idea that the Metkayina or his adoptive family discover that he had saved his biological father from dying while with Rotxo it is because he has nightmares about the RDA but also because Rotxo also has a lot of the idea that I ended up losing someone else who matters to him and when that happens the 2 run out of the huts of their adoptive families to go see the other and then the 2 stay together like this until they are sure that it will not happen to them while they fall asleep together again.

¿Who is the one who can't keep his hands still for himself among the 2?:

Those would undoubtedly be the 2 together... literally.

¿Who is the one who falls asleep for the last time while he is looking at the other with a small loving smile among the 2?:

Those would be the 2 since neither Spider nor Rotxo can stop looking at each other and end up falling asleep at the same time while the 2 have smiles on their faces.

¿Who is the one who comforts the other when he is having a very, VERY bad time or is going through something that is really horrible between the 2?:

Those would be the 2 because when Spider feels that he is going crazy because he can no longer stand the secrets he hides from his family, especially what he suffered at the hands of the RDA… but above all because he had saved the life of his biological father instead of letting him drown in the ocean and also when he is harassed by the boys or adults of the Metkayina Clan and that's when Rotxo does not hesitate even for 2 seconds to stay by his side to comfort him but also to comfort him that he will never abandon him for anything in the world and the same is when Rotxo is harassed by the Metkayina boys and then Spider without thinking twice decides to defend him from those thugs.

¿Who is the one who does not allow the other to do some kind of damage among the 2?:

Those would definitely be the 2 together because every time Spider suffers hate attacks from the Metkayina both teenagers and adults but also because of the guilt he carries inside for his secrets that he does not want to tell his adoptive family then they make Spider be about to cut himself with his knife to remove the pain and tension only so that he is stopped by Rotxo who seeing what Spider had been about to do had not hesitated even for 2 seconds to avoid it to help him and the same is with Rotxo when he is also harassed by the boys of the Metkayina Clan who mock and treat him horrible only because he is different from the rest and Rotxo has suicidal thoughts because of that and tries to do it only so that Spider intervenes in time to save him because seeing that Rotxo had almost committed suicide Spider was not going to allow him to do something like that… but also because he could not stand the idea of losing the love of his life.

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Picturebook roundup: April 2024

why the hell do my photos always look a little blurry, even when i resize them to the size tumblr wants? why do you do this to me, tumblr? anyway, here i am with three new books i picked up on Indie Bookstore Day! one of them is a gift, two of them are going on my bookshelf, all of them are delightful in different ways.

Spider in the Well by Jess Hannigan

LOVE THIS BOOK! the art is so fun and eye-searing and charming, and the story gave me a good belly laugh. i won't spoil the details, but it's about a town full of selfish people, a spider who doesn't mind fleecing them, and an earnest and clever little boy who gets one over on everybody. the blocky art is so great, it has a real Jon Klassen feel. the tone is funny and dry, and the whole book felt like a big shit-eating grin to me. delightful!

age rec: i'm gifting this to a three-year-old, but i think his six-year-old brother will get a kick out of it too! a great read-aloud with a grownup who has a fun sense of humor.

a bit i really liked: these expressions are just so good

more under the cut!

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The Last Zookeeper by Aaron Becker

i am a known Aaron Becker fan, and wordless picturebooks are my catnip. this one is a gorgeous example of the genre, about a robot—NOA—who's looking after the animals in a flooded zoo on a post-apocalyptic Earth. when the water keeps rising, NOA builds an enormous sailboat, loads the animals on board, and sets off in search of safety. i sat in the store reading this together with a friend, the two of us oohing and ahhing on a bench in the middle of the children's section, just having a blast, because the story is so clearly and beautifully expressed in Becker's art. every spread has a sweeping quality, a bigness to it, and at the same time there are so many tiny details to look at! it's astonishing.

age rec: this is one of those books that could be for any age. the story isn't complicated, so young kids can follow it on a basic level, but it's a timely commentary about care for the Earth and care for other living creatures that resonates with adults too.

a bit i really liked: poor lonely NOA!

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Bug in a Vacuum by Melanie Watt

on my first read of this, i was very charmed by how funny and clever it is. all the art has a 50s/60s aesthetic, the fly's dialogue is great, and it's split into chapters that each begin with one of the five stages of grief, explained through text on an object we've seen in the background (like a tv dinner box). i read these chapter headers as funny exaggeration at first. Then as i got to the end, reread, considered it a little more, it stayed funny to me but also became a gentle and hopeful reflection on dealing with struggle and loss.

also, the side story to the fly's drama is about a dachshund whose beloved toy has been vacuumed up, and i can't resist a dachshund!

age rec: this was going to be a gift for a six-year-old, even though there isn't much text, because i think the humor skews a little older. i still think this is so, and it would be a good read for maybe a 4-7 crowd, older or younger if the subject matter is particularly relevant. i say it WAS going to be a gift because i fell in love with it, and also realized i already had a gift for this six-year-old in my pile of gift books XD so now it's on my bookshelf.

a bit i really liked: just look at this cutie

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 596, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1131

“Hihi Uncle Pete, Hihi Mary Claire!” Ryley greeted us as he entered the exam room, her glasses teetering dangerously on the edge of her nose. “Hihi there now, Baby Teddy!” she cooed, frowning at the sight of the bloodied little man. “Oh no- is someone’s wittle baby nosie a bit broken again?”

The happy little man just let out a gleeful giggle from his spot on his father’s lap. His little t-shirt was soaked in gunky blood and I had gone through two boxes of Kleenex in trying to clot the thick flow of blood, but to no avail.

“I do think Peter and I should be made well versed in cauterizing Baby Teddy’s nose!” I joked. “For future incidents, I mean!”

“Well, it’s best if the procedure is done by a medical professional,” Ryley told me right before whisking herself out of the exam room. She came back in less than two minutes later, juggling a bag of blood, a syringe with a clearish green solution, and a few doctor’s instruments.

“Baby Teddy, Baby Teddy, little brave cutie pie,” I sand as the little man gurgled happily, being held in place by his father as his doctor niece got to work. “Baby Teddy, Baby Teddy, you’re a brave little man.”

“Yay!” Ryley sang out happily, having finished her task and was now playing with his little feet.

“Yay yay!” Baby Teddy grinned, ever the happy little clamlet.

“Alright now, little man- arms up now!” I told him, a fresh t-shirt in hand.

After redressing him in blood free clothes, we left the hospital with a medication to make his blood clottier, as an attempt to stop his bloody little baby nose phase.

“You were so brave!” Peter praised his son as we approached the Doom Buggy 3.0, unlocking the Nissan NV 3500 with a cheerful BEEP BEEP.

“You got him now, my love?” I frowned at him, turning and getting into the passenger seat and buckling on my seat belt.

“I got him, sweetheart,” he reassured me with a soft hum. “Never you worry any, I got everything taken care of.”

“I love you daddy,” I cooed, swooning at how sweet and loving he was being towards the proud result of our never ending love with one another.

“I know,” he answered me, sweeping his long hair from his face as he shut the back door before looping back around the get into the driver’s side. “But if you’ll permit me to let you in on a little secret, I love you too, my beloved blueberry of my heart.”

My heart exploded into trillions of tiny little fluttering butterflies, once again in utter awe of this strong, caring, kind hearted manly man, who had long since made unbreakable vows to love and protect me and our children until the end of our days together.

Peter pulled out of his parking spot smoothly, pausing to allow a dinged up sedan to take his spot before driving out from the hospital parking lot.

“What do you want for dinner tonight anyways?” I asked him as he pulled onto the freeway towards home once more.

“Your delicious KFC knock off chicken?” he begged me at once, turning his head to me and making sad puppy eyes.

“I don’t know, my love…” I teased him, barking out a laugh at the expression on his handsome bearded face.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?” he stretched out the word dramatically, making a playful huff escape from my lips.

“Fine.” He celebrated joyfully, turning onto our street and driving up to the house. “In exchange for your cock at some point tonight.”

“That sounds reasonable,” he shrugged, pausing to allow the garage door to open, leaning over to capture my lips in a quick little kiss as he pulled in and parked. “After all, I live to serve my wife’s pretty little pussy.”

My panties were automatically sopping wet with my womanly desire and a soft moan slipped out past my pink lips, clearly signaling what I wanted- no, what I needed- most in the whole wide world at that very point in time.

“AUNTIE MAWICWAE!” screeched Baby Noah, racing over to me and throwing his arms around my knees. “Hihi!”

“Hihi there yourself, sweet Baby Noah!” I chuckled, bending down to hoist up the giggly little man. “Did you and Baby Tommy both hold down the fort while your daddy, Baby Teddy and I were at the hospital?”

“Yes!” The back door opened to allow Katie to come in, face bright red from playing out in the sun. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Baby Noah wouldn’t stop crying while you and daddy were gone,” Katie tattled, going over to the refrigerator and opening it to take out a purple Gatorade.

“Poor Baby Noah!” I crooned, pressing a loving kiss to the center of his forehead. “Was your baby anxiety acting up?”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled, settling down in my arms as Peter stomped his way up the stairs with Baby Teddy tucked in tightly to his burly chest.

“Hey Katie, can you go ahead and take Baby Noah and Baby Teddy out back for me?” he requested of her, passing off the giggly little man. “Mommy and I both have some adult projects that we both need to tend to. If you need anything, you can go ahead and ask Isabelle to assist you.”

I knew what that was code for.

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❥ Tartaglia x gn reader

❥ Warnings: childe story and voiceline spoilers, slight possessiveness (it's like one line), a tiny bit of angst, tortimini typical aggression but not towards reader bc he is Feral

❥ summary: a knight and their fool have a bit of a serious discussion

❥ word count: 1,394

I haven't written something like this in sooo long, but for some reason this prompt just really snatched me and said "is for you". Inspired by a post by @outlet-0 but I think I deviated a tiny bit! Also I know canon states that none of the knights saw Signora Do Her Thing, but I needed angst fuel and it just Felt Correct ✨

The sound of young children making mischief and merry in equal parts filled your ears as you roamed the streets of Monstadt on your patrol. Times like this left you wondering just why your job even existed. With the threat of Stormterror no longer looming over the great walls of your nation, you felt as if you would be contributing just as much by lying at home or miles away in his arms. Your heart and mind are clouded with a dizzying feeling that can be defined as bittersweet. When you look to the skies, you only see the lifeless ocean blue of his eyes that tempt you like a siren’s song. You never fail to throw yourself overboard into his tempest.

It almost makes you ill—the way you can see in your head the distress of your archon as the beautiful Snezhnayan woman ripped his gnosis from his body. She would have done the same thing to your beating heart had you the courage to try to stop her. It makes you close to bedridden when your thoughts are followed by just how willingly you would let her comrade in arms Tartaglia do just that. Metaphorically speaking, he had already done it over a thousand times, and yet each time you had savored the pain. Nearly every day you hone your skills as you swear yourself against the Fatui, if not for the innocents they’ve killed, then for your beloved archon whose eyes sparkle with mirth and childlike joviality that you desire so desperately to protect.

As you let yourself spiral down into your thoughts, the scent of foreign waters and something expensive stops your mind completely. Before you can even begin to think about him, you hear his voice, “Pssst, hey! Cute little knight over there! Pay me some attention, it’s your knightly duty!” You can’t even roll your eyes, you know as well as he does that you were awaiting his next visit on the edge of your seat. You make your way to the shady corner that he claimed for his own, thinking that it seems like your longing summoned him from thin air. Unfortunately, you know that you could think of him every hour of the day—as you do—, but no amount of begging the stars in the sky will bring him to your side.

“Ah, there’s my cutie. You looked so serious just now, I almost didn’t recognize you! Before I go on, while I’d love to sit here in this shady alley—there are probably better places for us to spend our time. Allow me to steal you away?” You always give in to him and that smile he wears that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. It goads you and provokes you, perpetually beckoning you to an unknown challenge that somehow makes it even more endearing.

“Ajax...”, you whisper his name as if the world would shatter if anyone else in Monstadt had the pleasure of letting it fall off their tongue, “I’m on duty—“.

“Oh, what a shame! My wonderful love doesn’t want to see me while they’re being knightly and chivalrous! Yet how chivalrous of a knight could you be to break this fair maiden’s heart?” His theatrics never fail to amuse you. Your jester, yet you can’t quite decipher whether his act is wholly to amuse you or if it’s practice for one of the many different titles he had assumed.

You sigh deeply and let out a laugh at his childish antics. “Of course I was about to accept your request just a moment before you opened your large mouth my fair maiden. Lead the way and I shall follow as always.”

His grin grew ever so slightly and one of his eyebrows quirked, a tell that he had already generated another one of his grating responses. “What a pity that you feel my mouth is large, I suppose it’s all the same when you tell me how much you love it nearly every time we meet! I’ll catch you near the statue of the seven at Windrise. There’s a cliff nearby and that’s where I was hoping to take you.” Before you can even begin to counter his taunting remark, he practically vanishes with the only proof you have of his visit to Mondstadt being the scent on the wind and the slight irritation that the lilt of his voice when teasing you always leaves.

Sooner rather than later, you arrive at Windrise, having told your fellow knights that you’d like to do some patrolling outside of the walls to reduce the number of threats to merchants and otherwise unassuming travelers. It was only a half-lie as you know that between the hilichurls that your bloodthirsty lover struck down as simple “target practice” and the slimes you aggressively persuaded to allow you passage to the rendezvous point, the roads will be just a little quieter tonight. You can’t help but close your eyes and smile at the thought of the quiet that will allow you to focus solely on his voice, ignoring the saint on your shoulder reprimanding you for being so selfish as to think not for the people of Mondstadt but their incubus of an enemy.

“Wow, what a smile you have on your face. You must be thinking of me again. Then again, you’re always thinking of me. If there was a contest for thinking of Tartaglia, you’d win hands down!” To your displeasure, your smile grows at the sound of his voice.

“Had I the strength to throw you off this cliff, this smile would be even wider. Unfortunately, my code of honor proves to be a hindrance at this moment.” He can’t hide the smile on his own face as he takes your hand in his.

“That code of honor of yours...it stops you from a lot of things, huh?”

You look into his eyes that the stars refuse to illuminate as if they’re filled with the most toxic of ichor. The longing and subtle pain you feel in your chest as you register the meaning behind his words has you wanting only to jump into that ichor, drink deep of it, and suffer the consequences if only to be spared of a minute more away from him.

“Yes. Yes, it does. Things like changing my name and running to Snezhnaya to become a puppet of the Tsaritsa rather than of Monstadt. Things like singing your name to the birds in the morning who know what you’ve done. Things like looking my archon in the eye after I’ve fallen so deeply in love with you...” sometime during your romantic spiel, he had started to twirl you around in a jagged rhythm to a song of silence. Maybe Barbatos had started to play a song that only you weren’t allowed to hear for your sins. You started to feel that overwhelming sensation that you get sometimes when he leaves, but you refuse to let the tears spill over.

He lets out a gentle hum and smiles once more, only this one never had a chance of dreaming to reach his eyes. “Maybe one day...the day I conquer this world and destroy everything in my path. The knights, the other harbingers, the archons themselves...then you won’t have to be anybody’s pawn—no, I won’t let you. You’ll be mine and nobody else’s and my only order is for you to stay by my side.”

The demented twist on his romantic words made them organic as he put a halt to your moonlit waltz to look deep into your eyes. You looked back and your heart nearly burst with adoration. It wasn’t often that he asked you to stay with him, he knew that your relationship wasn’t ideal. He voiced multiple times that he wouldn’t blame you if you decided this secretive love wasn’t enough and you decided you wanted out, not once did he insist that you stay. Until tonight.

Swept away by his riptide, you couldn’t help but embrace your conquerer with all your might in the hopes that the action would meld you together as an odd blade pointed at the obstacles between the two of you. As you looked back up at him, you could swear that this one smile did meet his eyes.

If you were just a little better at reading him, you’d know he’d been looking at you like that this entire time.

[blissfulbroadway]

Alfred Nathaniel Hallam III Headcanons!!!

YES his name is Alfred Nathaniel Hallam yes he is a third no I do not take criticism

Childhood:

- Alfie got pneumonia as an infant. It messed up his lungs A Lot and affected his immune system and stuff as well so as a child he was constantly sick. 

- He was in and out of hospital a lot and had a few surgeries so he was always on bed rest and isolated to everyone until he was about four years old. 

- All of his medical issues caused his mum, Elizabeth Hallam, to dote on him a lot and suffocate him a bit. His father, Alfred Hallam II was the opposite and became pretty detached from being a father figure to Alfie. 

- At a very young age, Alfred was introduced to stories since he couldn’t go anywhere. He was constantly reading in bed and learning often. Also his father made him study German just for funsies. 

- His grandfather Wally, or Alfred Hallam I, introduced Alfred to Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland when he was three. Wally re-enacted the story to him in hospital a lot, and it inspired Alfred to fall in love with the story and take on the characters as his own. Wally got him his own copy after an especially difficult surgery, as well as a stuffed rabbit called Baby because he’s a three year old and it’s his little baby bunny :-) (he still ends up traveling with it as an adult and can’t leave without him). 

- Around that time, his parents had his little brother, Elias (named after their mum) to be a backup plan or new start because they didn’t think Alfred would be much worth to them in the future. Yes they are shitty I know :/ 

- His parents have very very very high expectations for him because he’s now the older brother who has to do everything and he’s not their spoiled sick baby boy. They let Eli be a little shit and do anything he wants (like any little sibling but multiplied by like 10) while Alfie was expected to be the perfect child who dressed, acted, looked, and spoke the way they wanted. 

- Alfie and his parents are very posh sounding because they live in Bromley, but he has a slight northern twang because of his grandfather. His parents hate it. 

- When he’s four years old, after a long period of bedrest, Alfred is allowed to play alone outside, and he meets Alice. They refer to that day as their Golden Afternoon because it was the day they became the best of friends, and Alfred introduced Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland to her. (At first Alice was probably like Who are you and what are you doing in my backyard and Alfred is just SO EXCITED to introduce his favorite storybook in his entire existence so she budges and let’s him share his world with her)

- Alfie is a huge bookworm and while he adores learning and reading, his infatuation for learning mathematics (mostly so he could impress his father and maybe he would love him more if he knew “Big Kid Things” yes I know 🥺🥺🥺) manifested into an obsession with time, as well as the fear of being late or running out of time. He was surrounded by the idea of death from a young age and it influenced the way he thought about himself and what might happen to him if he didn’t listen to his parents. Their pressure brought out his anxiety disorder and depression at a very young age and it sticks with him throughout the rest of his life. His escape from all that death and sadness was Alice’s Adventures because he could always reset the clock at the end of the book and start again. 

- When he’s five, Alfie spends some of his rich kid allowance on a copy of Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland for Alice, and in return she buys him a pocket watch a few years later. He adores it and never ever takes it off even as an adult. 

- Alfred avoids his own home a lot and spends time with Alice in their conjoined backyard, playing pretend and acting out their story together. Sometimes, they spent the days inside her house (Mama Hallam is good friends with the Spencer parents, so she doesn’t mind them watching Alfie) and Alfred is well acquainted with Mr. and Mrs. Spencer enough where he considers them paternal figures...sort of. (Mr. Spencer is lowkey highkey Alfred’s bisexual awakening, and he’s one of Alfred’s first crushes; it doesn’t help that his own father constantly criticizes him and his interests or is absent from his life doing slimy rich man things. Daddy issues.)

- Mr. Spencer is a book lover (possibly librarian? Also sometimes professor :-)) and so he’s constantly discussing stories with Alfred and Alice on an intellectual level fit for the both of them. Most adults treat them like small children, so Alfred loves the attention. 

- When Mr. Spencer dies in their early teenagehood, Alice and Alfred get incredibly attached to their storybook, and they find more comfort in it than ever. His death launched Alfred’s struggles with eating and sleeping, as well. 

- This is one of the harder periods of time for Alfred, as he and Alice didn’t have any friends aside from each other. They’re incredibly codependent on one another. 

- Mamie Van Eysen flirts with Alfred a lot during this time, but only as a joke. Either that, or she makes fun of his body and his personality—both in front of Alice, to make Alfred uncomfortable and Alice jealous. Other students bully him and Alice often. 

- A lot of Alfie’s self image issues stem from this time, and his anxiety and depression worsen. 

- When Alice’s mum dies when they’re fifteen, the pair runs away together. Alice almost gets assaulted, and Alfred wants to protect her. He gets into a giant fistfight with the older man. It’s bad enough to the point where the man is arrested and Alfred is hospitalized; it’s the hardest period he’s ever spent in hospital, even after all of his childhood issues. The police bring Alice and Alfred home and Alfred is banned from visiting Alice for a while. They communicate by speaking through the windows straight across from one another, or holding up signs from the window seats. While Alfred is healing, Mama Hallam is extra overbearing and critical to the point of being toxic and unhealthy for Alfred. His brother gets really mean around this time, too, as he doesn’t get the attention he once had. His and Alfred’s relationship get really rocky, and it’s never really mended in the future. 

- The day Alice and Alfred can officially reunite, they never separate and they’re stuck at the hip from this point forward. 

- When Alfred isn’t hanging out with Alice, he is at his grandfather’s hat shop, helping him stock or sell products. He puts his money towards a secret emergency fund in case he runs away again—this time without Alice. Alfred can never get past the front door, though. 

University:

- When they reach uni, Alfie majors in mathematics and education, and minors in literature and statistics. He finds joy and love in his studies again, even if school itself affects his mental health. 

- Alfred doesn’t want to be dependent on his parents, so he gets a job at a coffee shop and writes essays on the side for money. His caffeine addiction is dangerous at this point, and he often finds himself not eating or sleeping until it’s physically impossible not to take care of himself. 

- Alfred puts all of his money towards renting an apartment with none other than Miss Tabatha Dedwin!!

- He and Tabbie are flatmates. Since Tabbie is best friends with Dodgy Dawkins, he meets him, as well. They’re friends for good after that, and that’s when Alfred starts to wind down, smoking with them, as well as his Alice. 

Adulthood:

- After university, Alfred gets official treatment and is able to change his eating habits and caffeine addiction. 

- Alfred learns about emotional support animals and gets a Giant Flemish Rabbit named Ollie to be his support animal. He’s giant and blue-eyed and looks like the spitting image of Alfred’s beloved White Rabbit. He’s a cutie. 

- Alfred also did a little bit of gardening when he was getting treatment, and once he’s home he gets all sorts of plants and becomes a Plant Dad (with lots of research, of course!)

- In his mid twenties, Alfred finishes his extra schooling and becomes a primary school teacher. He blossoms into a happy, mostly healthy bisexual man with lots of plants and a sweet pet bunny and he wears funky disastrous outfits and has an amazing support system!!! (Alice, Wally, Tabs, and Dodgy :-) also Wally’s lover Denny the carpenter who comes out to Alfred when he’s an adult. He’s super shook but he gets even closer to Wally because they’re more similar than he believed)

- When he’s prob like 30 he goes to more school and becomes a university professor in the end of his years! Depending on who he ends up with he possibly has a few kids and a bunny and life is good!!! He’s teaching and learning constantly and it’s the life he’s always wanted even if his parents never accept his Christmas cards and his brother doesn’t answer his calls. He’s happier than he’s ever been. 

- Also don’t tell Sage but when Alfie’s older his health problems catch up to him and he dies a relatively young death due to complications with his lungs :-( rip to my main man Alf

Little Headcanons:

- Alfie is the Biggest animal person besides maybe Tabbie. The ONLY exception is geese because one time he tried to feed a goose was brutally attacked by a goose and is afraid of them. He prob does birdwatching in his free time too 

- Alfred’s fashion is HORRENDOUS @dodgefred and I made it up forever ago that he was a fashion disaster and ofc Colton’s costume...moving on. The reasoning for his fashion is he just picks pieces that make him happy that day and he sticks with it it doesn’t matter if he matches he’s just vibing.

- He reads his kids bedtime stories and he’s so devoted to being the father his own dad never ever was - When he becomes a professor it’s probably to teach Calculus and while his class makes people cry Very Often Alfie as a teacher himself is very very empathetic and comforting and yeah math is a bitch but he’ll take time out of his lunch breaks and extends his office hours way past the set time to help a student!!! He’s such a comfort to LGBT+ students and he probably has a few he discusses gay discourse in literature with (Tabbie absolutely introduced him to lesbian literature also also this isn’t a Tabs post but she stans Shakespeare :-)). Professor Alfie is the weird quirky prof. who stresses you out sometimes but also he goes on long tangents about his interests and how much he loves his significant other or children or baby bunny child Ollie!! He has so many plants and books in his classroom too it’s a Lot.

- Wayyyyy into theatre but he didn’t pursue acting onstage because his dad is homophobic :/ but he was in charge of lighting in school productions and fell in love with the stage

- He helps his friends study by acting out their textbooks for them and they always always ace their tests

- MUG COLLECTOR!!! He has so many mugs it’s not even funny his entire cupboard is taken over by them honestly 

- Virgin who can’t drive 

- Such a cursed and baseless hc I’m So Sorry but his first crush was the tomato from Veggie Tales 

- Going off the last point he grew up in a Catholic household and he had one of those mums who was like you are Not allowed to watch tv unless it’s like. Veggie Tales or the Little Einsteins

- Alfie plays piano!!!! Also he did ballet when he was younger but he left because it was super bad for his mental and physical wellbeing and is convinced he’s a bad dancer because of his poor experience with the art

- Alice calls Alfred her Bunnie and he calls her My Alice/Allie/Allie Cakes

The end :-)

[winchest09]

She’s Not You

Title: She’s Not You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 995

Summary: It was the night of the senior prom, Y/N’s date had let her down, leaving her all dressed up and debating going to the event at all. Until she receives a knock at her door. 

Rating: 15

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff. 

A/N: So this is my entry for @jay-and-dean​‘s 1.5K celebration! Congratulations sweetie on the followers! My prompt was the title of this drabble! (If i can call it a drabble at nearly 1K lol) The idea hit me last night and I just had to write!

A/N: Thank you to my darling beta, my worldie @katehuntington​​ for her constant support and for her words. Love you dearly. 

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Standing in front of the mirror, YN examined her reflection, taking in every precise detail of the prom dress she was wearing. Her fingers traced over the intricate silver beading that lay horizontal on her chest, the thin straps that accentuated her shoulders, as her other hand pinched the satin material that hung freely against her legs. Her feet were wrapped in delicate heels, allowing her a few extra inches in height, her hair styled in soft curls, one side pinned back by a crystal clip to define her features. 

With a sigh, she brought a hand to her forehead, rubbing softly as to not ruin the makeup that she had already applied; her eyes fixated on the girl staring back at her. She’d gone to all of this effort for a boy she had no interest in, a boy that had just text her to tell her that he’s not attending prom due to feeling sick. As her eyes bore into her own, she felt as though her inner self was looking back at her, shaking her head and calling her a liar. Her inner self was right. Infact, she’d gone to all this effort for the boy she was actually interested in, the boy that was her best friend, the boy that was dating the most popular girl in school; Dean Winchester.

The green eyed, brown haired Winchester had stolen her heart from the moment he saved her from the terrifying big slide on the kindergarten playground. Y/N had frozen at the top, a queue of children behind her as they waited for their turn. Instead of shouting and pushing like the others, Dean had simply sat next to her and told her there was nothing to be afraid of. He’d bet his lunch that Y/N would enjoy the slide as much as he did and that he’d only bet his food when he knew he wouldn’t be wrong. It was then that he took ahold of her small hand tightly and encouraged her to slide down with him, his mossy orbs twinkling at her in the afternoon sun. So she slid, and they’d been inseparable ever since. 

When senior prom had been announced, Y/N knew she’d be going with a decoy or alone. Her and Dean now lived two different lives; him being the popular jock with the cheerleader girlfriend, compared to Y/N, who would spend her lunchtimes in the library alone, catching up on the latest romance novel, losing her head in her imaginary worlds. However, he’d always arrive at her home every Friday night, popcorn and chocolate in hand, ready to curl up on the sofa to indulge in a movie marathon. He had never let her down. 

With a loud, audible sigh, Y/N turned to grab her phone. She was contemplating on not going, her fingers hovering over Dean’s contact number, as she thought about her next move. She didn’t know if she had the stomach to see him be happy with Lisa all night, watching his girlfriend kiss the lips she had imagined on hers a thousand times. It was that thought which solidified her decision to stay home, her thumb about to press the dial button over her friend's name, when she heard her mom shout up to her from the hall. 

“Y/N, someone’s here for you!” Her mom’s voice sounded light, almost as if she was smiling as she spoke. It rendered Y/N confused. Her date had just cancelled, so who would be showing up at her home? Picking up the edge of her satin dress, she slowly made her way down the stairs into the hall. Each lowering step revealing the boy who was dressed smartly in a suit, waiting by the front door. 

“Dean?” she asked, lips curling upwards, even though she was confused as to why her best friend was standing on her porch. She saw how his emerald eyes grew wide, looking her up and down as she approached. 

“W-wow, Y/N, you look--” he stuttered before clearing his throat, causing a blush to creep onto her cheeks, “I thought you’d might want a ride,” he explained, softly gesturing over his shoulder to his beloved Impala. “Didn’t know if your date had arranged one for you.” The small smile he offered her was enough to start her stomach fluttering, her heart fit to burst with the love she felt for him. 

“He cancelled,” Y/N told him, sounding a little defeated. In that moment, she could have sworn she saw a slight change in his stance. His back becoming straighter, his smile growing wider. 

“Oh? How come?” he asked, his tone more upbeat than a moment ago. It was something that threw Y/N off slightly, surely Dean didn’t want her to go to the prom alone?

“Sickness bug,” she simply said, shrugging her shoulders slightly as she stared over at Dean’s car. It was then she noticed the empty front passenger seat. “Where’s Lisa?” 

“Probably getting ready, or is already on her way,” he replied nonchalantly, swaying slightly as he stared into her Y/E/C eyes. It took a moment for her to process his words.  

“I don’t understand,” Y/N said, confusion lacing her tone as her brows knitted together, “I thought you two were going together?”

“I kind of broke up with her instead.” Dean scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he looked at her with a warm smile, only to be met with a bewildered expression.

“I don’t understand...why would you break up with her?” Y/N frowned, unable to comprehend why he would do such a thing. “She’s beautiful, she’s captain of the cheerleading squad, she’s popular, she’s--” Dean stepped forward and took a hold of her hands, instantly stopping his best friend’s tangent. With a gentle motion, he came to tuck a stray curl behind her ear, his finger tracing her jawline. 

“- she’s not you.”

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[nad-zeta]

Hello dear! I love your works and I wonder if I can ask for head canons of the warlords with an MC that doesn't want to be pregnant, she's a NoMo modern woman, but she feels insecure about the warlords looking for another wife that wants to have their babies due to the time period they're living, the warlords just to be really disappointed with her or they just dumping her (since it also happens in the future sadly) thank you!!!

Hi hi, love!❤❤🔥 Thank you so much for the request! ❤Sorry for taking sooooooo long with this!😱 Also, side note I believe that whether you want children or not, the warlords would love ya unconditionally no matter what! ❤Also, I only did this for 3 of the boys! Let me know if you want me to do it for the rest. Hope ya enjoy and I hope you have a good day!❤❤😊 

Headcanon: MC not wanting to get pregnant feat: Mitsuhide, Kenshin, and Nobunaga

Mitsuhide

You have been feeling nervous all-day ಠ╭╮ಠ

Today was finally the day that you were going to tell Mitsuhide that you were a NoMo modern woman and you don't ever want to get pregnant 

(ーー;)

The two of you have been in a long time relationship and rumours were starting to floating around saying that the sneaky Kitsune was planning on proposing to you that night 

⚆ _ ⚆

The Kitsune had legit gone all out ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

You walked into his garden to see a romantic candlelit dinner, surrounded by flowers and tealight candles ≧☉_☉≦

Some of his vassals were even playing some light romantic music in the distance to create a more romantic atmosphere ρ（ーoー)♪

You walked down the makeshift aisle of rose petals leading to the table

And spread out on the table, was a feast of all your favourite foods 

(◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。 

TBH you were on the point of tears, you knew warlords needed an heir and the romantic setting wasn't going to make this heavy conversation any easier (ಥ_ʖಥ)

You had convinced yourself that this was your last night with the kitsune that you loved so much, and that after tonight you would most likely find yourself single once again  (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

Mitushide saw the strained look on your face and the redness of your eyes desperately trying to hold back the tears  （>﹏<）

He started to panic thinking that perhaps you didn’t love him after all, and that you didn’t want to become his wife  (|||❛︵❛.)

He plastered a smile on his face to disguise his nervousness and anxiety, and guide you to your seat. 

 He had decided to give you some time to calm down and open up to him on your own (≖ᴗ≖✿)

As the night progressed, and the two of you became more and more anxious when finally Mitsuhide decided it was time to rip off the bandage ◉_◉

He stood up and walked over to you and crouched down on one knee 

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

Before he could even ask your hand in marriage, the well of tears broke and you were now sobbing into your hands  (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

Through hiccupping sobs, you managed to get out, “I’m sorry Mitu, but I have to tell you something, I don’t want to get pregnant, I can’t give you an heir, I understand-“  ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

Before you could finish your sentence, you found yourself in Mitsu’s warm embrace, “Little mouse just being loved by you feels like a dream, I never hoped to ever have children, much less find the love of my life. If you do not want children, then that is perfectly fine by me, just as long as you are forever by my side, I am happy.”  ( ‘́⌣’̀)/(˘̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)

He then wiped away your tears and gave you a small kiss on the lips, “I know I am undeserving of love, much less the love of such a sweet, wonderful little mouse, but I find myself unable to push you away. My dearest, will you let me love you for the rest of my existence? Will you make me the happiest man alive and become my one and only wife?” 

( ° ᴗ°)~ð (/❛o❛\) 

You smiled through the tears and met him in a passionate kiss, whispering that you loved him and would love nothing more than to become his wife

(｡◕‿◕｡)  (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) 

The two of you lived a life full of bliss, and Mitushide never pushed you to have children and never took another as his wife, staying loyal to you from the moment you met 

♡｡ﾟ.(*♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡*)ﾟ♡ °・

The two of you did, however, did have children as Mitushide’s little fox had found herself a partner, who had left her alone and heavily pregnant

The two of you took up the role of parents with the little fox and raise 3 sweet fox kits as your own

Of course, your little fox kits was incredibly spoilt as the two of you cuties doted on them like crazy  (♡´❍`♡)*✧ ✰ ｡* 

Kenshin

This bunny boi was living in pure bliss with you (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Although soon after your marriage to the bunny lord, his clan members started pestering the two of you for an heir (▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)

Kenshin had begun to notice as the weeks progressed that you would avoid conversations about growing your family at all costs |ω・）

Until one day as you were petting one of your fluffballs, you started to talk to him 

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

You were feeling the weight of the world resting on your shoulders with people telling you from all directions that it was your duty as his wife to produce an heir (ノ#--)ノ＼。゜。

“Umi I don’t know what to do, I don’t want to be pregnant” a tear slipped from your eyes 

๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ 

As if sensing your sadness the other bunnies started gathering around you and nuzzling into you

 (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

Umi stood up in your lap so that he could nuzzle your face, except he was a bit too small, so he settled for nuzzling into your neck (⁎˃ᆺ˂)

You chuckled slightly through the tears, at the cute fluff balls trying their absolute hardest to comfort you, “You know what my biggest fear is, that he would l-l-leave me” you were now full-blown crying at that thought of Kenshin leaving you or taking another wife to give him children 

 ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

What you didn’t know was that Kenshin had been listening outside the paper door the whole time and his heart broke into two ｜−・;）

His hands trembled as he slowly opened the door and announced himself

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

The second the rabbits heard him, an avalanche of fluff ran to him and started pushing him toward you with their tiny noses as if to say, go and comfort her (•ㅅ•) (ㅇㅅㅇ❀) 

（╯°□°）╯︵( .o.)

Kenshin sat down in front of you and cradled your face in his hands, you didn’t dare look into his eyes ༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ

He wiped away the tears that were streaming down your face with his thumbs

Your voice shook as you tried to speak and repeat to him what you had revealed to your fluffy army “Kenshin I-” (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Kenshin then pulled you to fall against his chest and he wrapped his arms around you in a tight warm embrace, “Foolish girl, did you think I would leave you over something so insignificant.” (づ￣ ³￣)づ

You let out a sob, and he started to nuzzle into your hair and rub soothing circles on your back  ( ‘́⌣’̀)/(˘̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)

“You are the love of my life, my soulmate and I love everything about you and if you do not want to be pregnant and have children then so be it,” he said all while kissing you and nibbling on your ear, in hopes, to bring that smile back  (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

“But your clan....” he then sweetly kissed your lips to cut you off (◠‿◠✿)

“My clan is of no concern, they have successfully pulled me away from a loved one before and they will not have the chance to do it now” (≖︿≖✿)

He then places your hand on his heart, “This is yours my love, and it will always be yours and yours alone, I have no need for children when I have you in my arms.” (｡◕‿◕｡)

“Besides we already have a colony of cute fluffy children to care for, these little trouble makes keep up busier than any child ever would.”

You gave a small chuckle through the tears as the bunnies started cuddling the two of you the second they were mentioned by their beloved god of war (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

After that, no one ever mentioned anything about an heir again, as anyone who dares make his goddess of war upset were to face the wrath of Kenshin and your loyal bunny army  

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

Nobunaga

The two of you cuties have been married for almost two years now 

 ( ° ᴗ°)~ð (/❛o❛\)

Nobunaga was in the final stages of unifying the country and his clan members started getting impatient with the two of you, for not having produced an heir yet (；一_一)

And TBH, Nobunaga had been bringing up the topic of children more and more lately (°ロ°)☝

A topic which you had managed to easily avoid up until this point

Both you and Nobunaga had been so busy, him with unifying the country and you with your designing business (˶◕‿◕˶✿)

You were one of the biggest clothing producers in japan  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You had started a business which hires woman in need and teaches them the skills needed to care for and provide for themselves. ( ಠ ͜ʖರೃ)

They would use their newly learned skills to fill commissions and earn some money for themselves. 

It was a concept from the future, a woman being independent and not relying on men for anything(◕‿◕✿)

Nobunaga loved that you were a strong independent woman, and supported all your ideas with an open mind (✪‿✪)ノ

But now it was finally time to rip of the bandage and tell him about the fact that you just didn’t want to be pregnant cause you were a NoMo modern woman (人◕ω◕)

That night as the two of you was cuddling in the futon together, Nobunaga had brought up that his clan had been pestering him about needing an heir more and more as of late (;￣ー￣川

He narrowed his eyes at you, as you scrunched up your face (-∧-；)

“Why do you look so displeased at the idea fireball,”  (´･ω･`)

You remained silent, your mind going into overdrive, you loved Nobunaga so much, and you were so scared that he would take on a second wife or leave you for not wanting to get pregnant  (つ﹏⊂)

He pulled you closer to him and peer into your eyes questioningly waiting for your answer ب_ب

You looked down, a small tear escaping your eye as you told him about your modern woman ideals   (ಥ_ʖಥ)

He listened patiently, and his heart broke a little, at the fact that you had been carrying this burden on your shoulders for so long ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶

There was a thick silence between the two of you as you had finished your story 

Nobunaga thought for a second, processing this new information until he finally broke the silence, “Foolish woman.” (≖ᴗ≖✿)

That was the only thing he had said before capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. (づ￣ ³￣)づ

It conveyed all his love and affection for you 

(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

When the kiss ended both of you were left breathless 

Nobunga leaned his forehead against yours, “Now smile for me my sweet fireball, for your beautiful smile is worth more to me than anything else. If you do not wish to have children then I will break the news to the clans tomorrow.” (◕‿◕✿)

He could see what you were thinking and gave you another kiss, “Fear not my queen, I shall never bed another woman, and I have no interest in remarrying. You, my dear fireball, are the only keeper of my heart and the only one whom I will forever love.”  (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

Keeping true to his promise Nobunaga spent the rest of his days completely devoted to you. 

Although the two of you did become parents and provide the clan with an heir. 

As one day, you and Nobunaga had stumbled upon an abandoned street child whose parents had been killed, and you instantly fell in love with the small boy (◕‿◕✿)

The two of you decided to adopt the boy and raise him as your own. 

And the three of you lived happily ever after 

 (人◕ω◕)

Hope u have a wonderful day❤

[yakuzacasual]

My friend introduced me to your blog and I aM IN TEARS. Your writing is so good!! 😫 #WritersGoals. Your Relationship 101 with Shinada was adorable and now I'm soft! Do you have any ideas for Rikiya? I miss him a lot ;3; Thank you for writing!!💞

PREFACE

Sksks thank you so much for the kind words I am meeeeeelting here. R101 with Shinada is one of my favourite pieces I’ve written actually so I’m happy to see other people enjoy it as well. Please give my regards to your friend as well, I hope you’re both doing fantasic and I’m glad I could finally whip up a little something for out lovely boy Rikiya. Also ASAHI GAY RIGHTS, YES.

RELATIONSHIP 101 WITH RIKIYA SHIMABUKURO

It is most likely that he was the first one to approach you back in the days before your relationship. However, even if he did, he definitely doesn’t remember it. No matter how much you tease him for it or imply that it’s an act, he still just doesn’t. Maybe he was scoping you out for the longest time and getting drunk seemed like the only way to finally get himself to approach you or maybe it was the other way round where Rikiya approached you way too sober, embarrassed himself and just straight out fainted the moment you were out of the earshot? Mikio and God only know. And frankly, you’ll have better chances trying to learn it from the latter, because there is simply no way the blond cutie would ever betray his bro. 

On that note, it is of utmost importance for Rikiya to make sure that you and Mikio get along when he is not around. Both of you are now the most important people in his life and he simply cannot accept the relationship as it is if you’re not feeling comfortable around each other. Don’t take him for a wimp, he WILL step in. After all, you’ll be hanging out together quite a lot. The rule does apply differently depending on which one of you is the core of the problem, though. If it’s you being unnecessarily hard on Mikio, Rikiya is very likely to first get into a big fight about it with you and if nothing changes afterwards, he’ll just decide to break up. No matter how attached he may be to you, he is a firm believer of “bros before hoes” and you can’t change that. When it’s Mikio being mean, oh, that’s an entirely different story. He gets mad defensive about you, deflecting most criticisms that feel invalid with lines like “You’re just jealous”. It will put a strain on their relationship until the moment you and Miko end up working out your problems yourselves while Mr Shimabukuro is busy being sulky. And then he’s going to boast about how he resolved the situation. Silly man, but you both love him a lot.  

He does his absolute best to seem like the knight in a shining armour.  A bit loud and clumsy at times, sure, but romantic and traditional to a fault all the same. Rikiya is dead set on treating you like royalty. The basic gentleman etiquette is all there, sometimes to the point of being somewhat over the top, but he’s ready to do way more than that. He’ll be there at your every beck and call and will do pretty much anything you ask, even the most ridiculous or atrocious acts he is ready to undertake should you only ask. While he insists on doing literally everything for you, he wouldn’t let you do anything for him, which causes a great imbalance in the relationship. At some point it may end up feeling very overbearing and uncomfortable to you, but it’s surprisingly easy to solve if you just try and talk about it with Rikiya. He’ll be absolutely embarrassed by his own actions, but will definitely promise to draw a healthier line in his wish to support you.

If you’re not a local, this man will shower you in Okinawa trinkets and weird little facts only a true connoisseur would know. Being able to flex his robust knowledge of the land in front of his beloved makes him feel absolutely divine. He does expect you to make fun of him, though, like many others have done before, and would be pleasantly surprised when you either match his excitement or just let him carry on with a smile. He’ll get so, so soft if you praise him, too! And you can bet that you’re going to get the best guide around Okinawa you’ll ever have. He’ll introduce you to every single nook and cranny and you’ll get to meet every single of his local friends. Prepare to have to carry your boyfriend home, though. He’ll get teased to hell and back by every single person that stops you, about him manning up and finally getting himself a partner. No one will be even remotely surprised if you’re not on the feminine side, too. They’ll just accept you as you are, as long as you don’t break their favourite boy’s heart. Additionally, he doesn’t like to leave his home island all that much, but he definitely would not object to visiting your own home town should you ask him to.

Okay, so you know how he and Mikio basically were adopted by the orphanage as the favourite uncles? Well, you’re a part of that family now, deal with it. Even if you’re not exactly the type to like kids, getting to watch Rikiya play sports with them or try to help with homework he absolutely does not understand is as wholesome as it is hilarious. In a way, he’s got a hand for older children and would be over the moon to have you join him intaking care of them. You can count on the orphans to tell you about every time uncle Rikiya talks about you tenderly (or has talked in the past, even before you two were a thing) or is making heart eyes at you as you busy yourself with helping Haruka. He absolutely adores watching that side of his beloved that kids can take out of you, which often ends up with him fantasizing about the family he wishes to have with you some day.

[old-fellapart]

"When my research is completed~, I will receive a prize and money and live with my beloved Asriel, mew~!"

FellApart Dr. Mew Mew(Renewed)

A parent-like monster for Asriel. Originally it was a doll's body, but maybe it had a good affinity for soft skin like a human being. When she got this body, she was the first to go to Asriel's house and show him off. Her skin is gray because her body has discolored for some reason when she possesses a doll. She restarted her research on "determination" that had ended halfway through her life. Her research equipment was carried by a monster in her room. In the middle of her research, she gives a history course for children. She loves Asriel and she's about to become his lover. She once said she said to him, "Call me your sister! mew!" And she wasn't able to hear her for a few days because he was shy. Perhaps because of the original owner of the doll, she fell in love with Mew Mew Kissy Cutie, and her heart is about to do so. By the way, her favorite series is 2. She used to like cup noodles, but nowadays she likes sweets such as cakes. Her radical scientist side has settled down a lot and began to find her pleasure in feeding her guinea pigs. She often makes fun of Asriel. Her reason is "Because Asriel is so cute, mew~♪" She sometimes she gets serious because she is a monster like his parents.

She quarrels with Monster Kid by chance. But when Asriel says "Stop ..." they stop immediately. They want to protect Asriel, so they'll work together in the event of an emergency.

(It's almost the same as the previous information.)

[vancilocs]

General and love for phaedra and her mantoy, aand lori and gilly?

tummy hurt

General

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Jarvarad asked if he was worthy of Phaedra’s attention, he was

Mallory asked Gilly out to botanical gardens and blurted her feelings out

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

An official date apart from all the times they sat together at bonfires and fed each other marshmallows, pack some foodstuffs and drinks and go sit at a spring, dip feet in and maybe kiss a little (nothing more because someone lives in that spring)

Guess it was official to go to the gardens

What was their first kiss like?

Careful (teeth) sticky (strawberries)

Kinda shy but still sweet, Mallory had to bend down

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Both had had crushes, kisses and short relationships before but they actually got married and had children which was a first

Not kiss nor relationship, but Mallory hadn’t gone as far in the bedroom department before

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Jarvarad is 150cm and taller than Phaedra by 5 centimeters, she in turn is a year or so older than him

Mallory is somewhat taller, especially so in heels, agewise I think they have like max year difference

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Everyone got along great

Fantastic, both sides of the family are very curious of their daughter’s partner though because the cultures are so different

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Neither was shy, so either could

I think Mallory tends to be more overwhelming in that

Who gets jealous easier?

They’re not really jealous, as much as Fire tried to squeeze between them

Mallory can get a lot of attention, and if Gilly has her insecurities...

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

Both kind of but it’s more scandalous when Phaedra says it

I don’t think either... or something very tame

Love

Who said “I love you” first?

Jarvarad

Mallory can’t keep these things in

What are their primary love languages?

Quality time, physical touch, acts of service

Physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Jarvarad, despite like 10 years of marriage already

I dunno if either or at least much, Lori is very genuine with her compliments

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

Like every night they’re together, sometimes kisses when work allows, Phaedra will always be there to send Jarvarad off when he’s off to hunt with the boys

At the office not much, otherwise outside hold hands or link arms, small kisses, hand around shoulders/waist

Who initiates kisses?

Both can but Jarvarad a lil more, just put a finger under the wife’s chin to tilt her head up a bit

Maybe Mallory a little more, she’s a bit more outgoing

Who’s the big and little spoon?

Arad is big spoon, feels safe within the titties also Phaedra didn’t want his hair in her face

Mallory is usually the big spoon on account of being taller

What are their favorite things to do together?

Hang around at home, Phaedra cooks while Arad helps, look after the kids, Phaedra does a cross-stitch or something on the porch while Arad chops firewood, cuddle at the day’s end

Hang around, go sample local cafes and farmer’s market, go on walks, sit at home watching movies while cuddling and snacking

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Arad in general is more mellow and a comforting presence, Phaedra could kinda believe things would be alright when he was there

I think both are good in their own way, Gilly can de-escalate situations and Mallory is more like “who hurt you I’ll punch them”-kinda girl, but she’s very caring and a little fussy too. Her way of comforting is just have food have blanket whats up what can I do

Who’s more protective?

Phaedra is never to be underestimated especially when it comes to her childen, but also Arad threw an ax at Fire’s face

Lori, the bounty hunter of the pair

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Phaedra prefers verbal, Arad physical

Mallory likes both but verbal a little more. She gives verbal affection very freely herself

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Fifi and Arad are the typical ones, honey, sweetie, cutie, beloved, my love etc.

Mallory uses honey and babe liberally

Who remembers the little things?

Both, Phaedra often asks Arad to bring her herbs from his hunting trips

I think Gilly more. Lori tries but things might slip. She doesn’t mean to.

[sternenteile]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

tagged by:  @battleshell​  ;  we all care blue, u do, i do, we all do tagging:  holy shit my whole dash because exorbitantly long memes are the BEST. i aint even sarcastic when i say that, i love this kind of shit. u GOTTA do it.

my muse is:  canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [ he is in two fandoms, in fact. he is both a fan-favorite from super mario rpg, the very first in the line of mario rpgs we’ve gotten over the years, and a pretty popular smash bros. request. he even got a mii costume in 4 and a spirit in ultimate as a result of the love. he’s very beloved, to the point that i’d, even as a geno fan myself, deem him a bit overrated. why? b/c where is all the love for all the other smrpg characters!!! they are all good. i love them all. ]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [ i mean ?? i’ve met and seen many people who have/had crushes on geno so ??????? but i don’t think it’s like. that. ghfskjhgsg??? ]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [ oh yes, he is undeniably very strong, both in personality and in battle. he is often seen as the level-headed straight man of the party in smrpg (which, in the case of my geno, is... semi-applicable LMAO), a star spirit with unwavering bravery and confidence. his in-battle stats are also pretty crazy, favoring geno as a glass cannon and enemy sweeper. he is also the only character in the game to have a move that will insta-kill any enemy besides bosses. well, and exor. idk why exor, but there ya go. needless to say, pretty much everyone in the fandom agrees that geno is a powerful mfer. why wouldn’t a literal, living star be? ]

Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK. [ as i mentioned before, there is no shortage of him being underrated in the fanbase. i’d even say he’s a little overrated. some people treat smrpg as ‘that game with geno in it’ rather than everything else it has going for it. i love star boye as much as the next gal, but pls appreciate smrpg as a whole. it’s such a vibrant game with a colorful world of characters to love. ]

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO. [ he is actually, completely central to the plot. the subtitle of smrpg is legend of the seven stars, which directly relates to geno’s core mission: to find the seven star pieces and restore star road. the rest of the gang had different ambitions, but they all ended up banding together over geno’s objective. one could argue he mostly is the exposition-granter and could be replaced with anyone else, but i feel he’s irreplaceable. smrpg would be so different without him, like it or not. ]

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [ i wouldn’t say he is the protagonist, obviously, as that is very much mario’s spot. that being said, he is a pretty obvious deuteragonist for smrpg, given how much the plot revolves around him. he’s relevant to mario, for sure, as well as peach, mallow, and bowser. he’s relevant to many characters beyond them. he represents the fight for everyone’s wishes to be able to come true. he’s, uh... very relevant rofl. ]

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. [ the star spirits are somewhat known in the mario universe as entities capable of granting wishes, kinda like fabled gods with a tinge more evidence and reality to them. geno himself isn’t a known name, not like the seven star spirits of star haven, but his people are decently known. he, however, is not. ]

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ he is basically the epitome of ‘good’ until you overthink star society like i do lol. not all wishes can be granted, what constitutes as a ‘good wish’ is subjective, why some good wishes still can’t be granted anyway, etc. it puts him more towards neutral good with a dash of lawful and an undercurrent of chaotic, given his rebellion against his superiors. ]

How strictly do you follow canon?  —  i mean, it isn’t hard to be strict to mario canon when there isn’t that much of a foundation to work with anyway lol. it’s all rather simplistic until you get into the nitty gritty of it ??? that said, geno is built on a lot of headcanon. like, a lot a lot. star society and its rules for star spirits of his kind, his relationship with rosalina (a matronly figure), his relationship with the seven star spirits, the fleshing-out of his basic personality traits shown in smrpg, etc.? headcanon upon headcanon.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  a star possessing the form of a children’s toy, like toy story but with more cosmic pew-pew. a chill and sassy guy still learning the ways of how earth (and other planets) work on a more intimate level, meaning there will be lots of adorkable moments as this curious one makes discoveries. sometimes attempts to innovate with what he learns to be ‘ahead of the curve’, leading to interesting results. (he likes to sip bubble tea, but replace the tapioca pearls with star bits. good result. mopping a counter-top because it would be ‘more efficient’? not-so-good result, got him lots of stares.) straight outta the 90′s, so be ready some of that rad 90′s slang and know-how from back in the day. (what do u mean they’re bringing back dunkaroos? that’d mean they stOPPED MAKING THEM?!?) very intrigued with new technology, became stuck to his smartphone upon discovering them, fell into the time-sink that is animal videos on youtube. he’s humble and likes to relax, have a good time, and relax w/ the squad. video games, netflix binges, the whole nine yards, he’s gotchu. he is a hell of a fighter and loves to fight, as well. help him push his abilities, and he’ll help you with yours.  likes being a little shit for fun, only to an extent (harmless moments of impishness, not serious, hurtful pranks). has a sense of humor that is easy to tickle, even with stupid dad jokes and classic puns. the brother-friend that will fire lasers at ur enemies for u. likes to play violin. cute. super cutie. v. tiny in his star form. almost five whole feet of sparkly, twinkly fun. likes super soakers.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  despite intrigue to learn more about the world around him, there is only so much that he does know. societal norms are often beyond him, and there are just so, so many earth hobbies he is not aware of. without handing him a bone, it makes him a little more limited than someone who’s more savvy. he is prime slice-of-life material, but that may also make things rather dull in an rp without an extra twist to spice things up. (thankfully, his being a total SNOT sometimes helps with that.) in canon and strictly in canon, geno doesn’t really have much personality, something that this geno has plenty more fleshed out. a good chunk of fandom finds him to be incredibly boring and droll, to which i personally disagree, as there are little things in smrpg that hint towards him having more to explore.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  funnily enough, seeing smash bros. fandom railing on geno fans + hyping him up all at the same time made me revisit smrpg after having only played it as a teenager. i expected geno to be a boring slate of nothing like fandom often portrays him, but i found that i was terribly wrong. with a newfound perspective on him, noting little details that defied my expectations for this li’l guy, i decided to give him a geno whirl and see what kind of expansion i could do with his character. the amount of lore i came up with him and started wondering about piled on and on and on, and i realized that he had so much more potential than what nintendo and square properly tapped into. (some of it is also a matter of being timely, though, meaning later mario materials such as rosalina, star haven, etc.) i wanted to flex out that potential and see how much i could fill this little doll up with, and lo and behold, i rp him today with extensive amounts of development poured into him with love. to put it simply, there was so much untapped potential that i wanted to share with the world, to show geno the love and in-depth exploration that he deserved, to show that he was more than what he was given.

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  chattering about mario lore with pals, whether it relates to geno or not, reading, watching shows or videos that remind me of him, learning more about cosmology and the universe we live in (and boy, i’ve learned a lot of neat stuff!), revisiting my childhood (the 90′s) since it’s very geno-appropriate, drawing The Boye, literally anything to do with playing, watching, or doing ANYTHING with smrpg/paper mario 64/smg1&2, and probs a lot more. i’ve got a lot of fuel in me for this guy lol.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ on one hand, of course i hope that i do! on the other hand, i mean... nintendo and square don’t do jack for him, so i think almost anyone can do him more justice than they have, lbr. it’s... not hard... :’) ]

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / SORT OF? [ ok i gotta just copy-paste what blue said in her response because my god, she nailed it: “you know when you have a concept and in your own mind you can see it clearly, without fuzziness or confusion, but you can’t seem to put it clearly into words without it turning into an essay because you need to connect all the other points that’s in the single concept you envisioned? yea.” basically, this but in spades, because i have a huge amount of headcanon and lore that i’ve either not gotten around to writing about yet or am purposefully staving off (wink wink). i have written a lot for him, though! it’s just... comparatively so little to what all i’ve thought up over-time. ]

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO [ not! often! enough!!! ]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO [ all i know is fine dining, breathing, and adorkable starman. ]

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ funny enough, i’m pretty damn confident in my portrayal, albeit still very modest. i mean, i am at least confident that i give depth to a character that had so little, and i feel like geno is just... real. (not literally ofc i mean like, he FEELS realistic.) he’s got character perks, character flaws, strengths, weaknesses, personal issues, ongoing obstacles, relatable themes where appropriate, interests, knowledge (or lack thereof), daily routines... i could go on. if nothing else, i at least feel good about trying to make geno feel less like some exposition character and more like a person. considering he wants to achieve personhood that most of his kind never gets to find, it’s oddly poetic lmao. ]

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. [ eehhhhh. i mean, i guess it’s fiiiIIINE, but i often feel like i lack a certain pizzazz, something that’ll keep people interested and intrigued with what i write, giving enough material for them to adequately bounce back. on the same token, i like to babble with my prose, so i often worry about going on and on and on way too much. stale, quantity over quality, substance-less writing is what i fuss over the most. ;; ]

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. / SORTA. [ sensitive to empathy and other peoples’ emotions, yes. i’m an insanely empathetic person, and i have a lot of love to give. that said, with only few exceptions, i have a pretty iron-clad skin. sometimes, i daresay it’s to the point that i often misjudge what other people can take, and i feel i can end up being too harsh and forward. that being said, it is also a good thing at times. harsh or not, if i feel a certain way about something, i make that shit known and i make it known as loud as it necessarily should be. i don’t beat around the bush; rather, if i have a beef, i will make that beef known. consequently, if i have love to give, you damn well better be ready to swim in a pool of hearts and your favorite kind of cookie (if applicable). ]

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  as long as it isn’t complaints with lack of substance/reasoning, yes! even if i may not always agree and may take things with a grain of salt, i am insanely receptive to criticism, even over the pickiest things. it’s something i’ve grown used to due to prior rp venues being particularly harsh. i will never throw a fit or act like a child if there is something i could do better with geno. in fact, there always will be! i’m not perfect, and i love to hear about ways i can improve and do better. it’s paramount in a hobby like this.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  LET’S-A FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  sure, i’d love to know! it can make for some neat conversation!! c:

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  that’s a’ight. i’m sure there are things about my geno that won’t resonate with everyone, especially given he’s a very sentimental character for old fogies like me lol. as long as there is no disrespect thrown this way, it’s all good. this stuff is subjective, after all.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  oh, a lot of people really hate geno lol, but i’m guessing this means personal portrayal only. in such a case, i would be curious as to why, admittedly, but i acknowledge that i am not owed anyone’s reasoning. if they really, absolutely hate my geno, then it’s their prerogative, whether they want to give a reason why or not. again, it’s all good unless immaturity and disrespect rears its head. i won’t tolerate that and will ignore any such behavior.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  sure, it happens to the best of us!

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  i’d like to think that i am! i’ve often had people tell me that i’m very nice and mature, but of course, i have no right to say how i come off to other people. that is not in my territory to judge, only theirs. that being said, it’s not easy to upset me or anger me, and i’m more often willing to listen and pal around than not. i’m the living embodiment of (shrug). i am just (shrug).

[greysofia]

is that [KATHERINE MCNAMARA]? no, that’s just [LARISSA GREY]. [SHE] is [TWENTY SIX] years old and is an [ACTRESS]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [MOST OF HER LIFE ON AND OFF]. on a good day, they’re [FRIENDLY & LOYAL]. but watch out! they can also be [SARCASTIC & IMPATIENT]. [NEVER GIVE UP BY SIA] plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill!

Hey, guys. I’m Rose and I play this little cutie Larissa. You can learn more about her under the read more /tw: alcohol;drugs/ and I wrote some wanted connections here. If you are interested in any of my connection, or have something in your mind or just want to plot anything, hit me a message or like this post and I’ll come to you. I’d love to plot with everyone.

NAME: Larissa Grey

AGE: 26 years old

OCCUPATION: Actress

POSITIVE TRAITS: Friendly, loving, loyal

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, Sarcastic, Impatient

Born in Springhill.

Her mother is russian and her father - american.

Her mother died when Larissa was 10 years old.

Her father begun to building her acting career when she was 11, less than a year after her mother’s death He’d accompanied her to every cattle call, orchestred her first television commercials, and forced her to take the singing and dancing lessons. Unlike so many other parents of child stars, her father had made sure her money was wisely invested.

When she was 18 she had been casting for a lead role in a new tv series called “Rose and Damon” and she left Springhil and went to live in New York, where the shooting was. No one expected the show to last more than a season, but the cast had exceptional chemisty, and the show’s writing staff had come up with inventive plots.

She was 18 when she met her co-star Hunter Williams. His beauty had left her dumbtruck, but he’d dismissed her with bored grunt. Hunter ignored her during those first two seasons unless they were actually filming. She tried everythng to get his attention. Once one of Hunter’s loser friends mentioned that Hunter was chartering a yacht for a Saturday-night drinking cruise. Since her father was out for the weekend, Larissa decided to crash the party where after a lot of alcohol she spent the night with Hunter but in the morning he acted like it was never happened and this was the day she started to hate him.

During the first two years of “Rose and Damon”, Hunter’d only occasionally misbehaved, but as the years passed, he’d grown more uncontrollable.He cared about nothing but having a good time. The cast didn’t know from one day to the next whether he’d show up on the set drunk or sober, whether he’d show up at all. He totaled cars, trashed dance clubs, and shrugged off any attempts to curb his recklessness. Soon after the fifth season the show was canceled.

Larissa met Lance, high ranked hollywood actor, during the last season of “Rose and Damon”. They had been the fairy-tale couple. She was the adoring wife who’d given him the steadfast love he needed. During their one-year courtship and one-year marriage, when they moved to live in Los Angelis, the tabloids had followed them everywhere, but she still hadn’t been prepared for the frenzy that had erupted when Lance had left her for Eleanor Gentry, the co-star in his new movie. In private, she lay in bed, barely able to move. In public, she kept a smile plastered on her face. But no matter how high she held her head, the pity stories only grew worse. Even though Lance had a much more successful film career, she was still Rose Brown, America’s sweetheart, and the tide of public sentiment turned against him for abandoning such a beloved television icon. Lance launched his own counterattack. “Unnamed sources say that Lance desperately wanted children, but Larissa was too busy with her career to take time out for a family.” She’d never forgave him for that lie.

The big knockdown came when Larissa saw on the front page of a big magazine a sonogram of a baby. Eleanor and Lance’s baby. The baby that should have been hers. Trying to get her together, she left the town and all the attention and went to Vegas for a crazy weekend. After a long night with a lot of alcohol and drugs, she woke up in the morning to find out she was married to the person she hated most and who hated her even more - Hunter Williams. Angry Larissa blamed him for everything, packed her belongings and left for her hometown Springhill leaving Hunter to take care of the big mess this big mess.

FUNNY FACTS: she dies for chocolate; loves to watch animations; loves photography and goes everywhere with her camera; when she’s nervous she speaks russian.

[ask-alaska-and-hawaii]

TV Tropes: Alaska

Acting Your Intellectual Age: He has the looks of a first-grader but the mind of a seasoned mountaineer and has no interest in connecting with children that look his age. However, this could just be because he has no interest in connecting with anyone outside his ‘pack’ after what happened last time.

Adorkable: Has his moments, such as when he’s gushing about dogs. He really loves dogs.

The Alcoholic: Being Alaska, Alaska has a love for the sauce, especially salmon vodka. This usually leads him to pass out by the end. 

Animal Motif: Dogs and wolves obviously. Specifically Alaskan Malamutes and Siberian Huskies for the former and Arctic Wolves for the latter.

Badass Bookworm: Loves to read but is a natural survivalist and gunslinger.

Berserk Button: For your safety, do not mention Russia or Texas within ten feet of him. Also, don’t call him small.

Big Brother Instinct: To Hawaii and by extension the other states if they are threatened as he does genuinely care about all of them even if they do think he’s rather odd.

Big Brother Mentor: Also to Hawaii by sharing his experiences to teach her that the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. She, however, hasn’t taken on his nihilism and still believes in the best in people.

Big Eater: Given that he smokes marijuana, is a state, and is stress eater this is no big shocker.

Blue-and-Orange Morality: Being raised by wolves, Alaska has a mindset closer to animals than humans. For one Alaska, cares nothing for morality besides protecting his ‘pack’ (America and the other states) and judges things like disloyalty and irresponsibility far more harshly than someone being outright malicious. He also thinks that politicians need to start fighting to the death for their position. Literally. (This also could just be because he just hates politicians since they often lie to gain people’s favor)

Broken Bird: After so many years of tragedy and isolation, Alaska is understandably rather cynical.

Break the Cutie: See ‘Dark and Troubled Past’.

Brooding Boy, Gentle Girl: A platonic version but he is the brooding boy to Hawaii’s gentle girl. 

Brutal Honesty: Everyone agrees that Alaska is probably the most honest of the states, however, his honesty is usually extremely impolite to which he just says ‘I say the truth, it’s their fault if they can’t accept’.

Byronic Hero: Alaska is snarky, stoic, stubborn, excessively cynical but is passionate about his beliefs and has a soft spot for the environment and its creatures.

Celibate Hero: While not asexual, he has little interest in ever having sex and it’s not just because he looks six.

Color Motif: White and gray.

Comically Serious: He does not understand jokes so he will often take these at face value.  

Crazy-Prepared: Winter’s in his state are intense, so he leaves nothing to chance. 

Dark and Troubled Past: Imagine being locked into the form of a baby, abandoned by the people who were supposed to love and protect you, find a new family in wolves only for them to be killed leaving you to survive on your own while looking a like a toddler. When you finally found someone they also die leaving you to want to curl up and die and then be adopted again but seen as odd by your adopted siblings. Yeah, Alaska having depression and anxiety makes a lot of sense.

Deadpan Snarker: Usually this, especially when at states meeting or when he’s answering asks.

Defrosting Ice Queen: Alaska is not an easy person to get along with and can be extremely rude and sarcastic especially to ask blogs that star Texas, however, it is possible for him to warm up to some people outside his family like Dave (@alaska-ask-blog-aph) or at the very least learns the ability to bite his tongue.

Emotionless Boy: Most of the time, he is extremely stoic due to the fact that when he does express emotion, he can come off as rather intense.

Everyone Has Standards: He has a strange morality, however he is openly disgusted by ‘people’ who would rip away children’s innocence.

Foil: To Hawaii. They are both disconnected states and the child of a Native mother and Caucasian parent with trauma happening to them at very young ages which caused them to act the way they do, with Alaska being very stern and no-nonsense while Hawaii is energetic and enjoys making people smile.

Friendless Background: Because of his inability to relate to children his physical age and his autism causing him panic attacks whenever he is in close proximity to others, he has very few friends other than Hawaii. 

Friend to All Children: Zigzagged. He doesn’t connect with older children very well but he does have a soft spot for toddlers and babies and even makes an attempt to be openly kind to them. He also considers the worst people the ones who would purposefully steal their innocence and wouldn’t hesitate to pull his gun on such people.

Friend to All Living Things: Hey, I said humans, I never said anything about animals but yes he does love animals particularly dogs, wolves, and eagles.

Good is Not Nice: Not nice is an understatement. He has a strange moral code, is rather rude to new people, and mainly keeps to himself but if someone dares and tries to hurt his little sister or anyone in his family, they better start running.

Guilt Complex: Blames himself for what happened to his crush.

Hates Being Touched: The only one who he will willingly let touch him, much less hug him, is Hawaii. Other than not, hands-off.

Hates Their Parent: Openly refers to Russia as ‘a sperm donor’. And that’s when he’s being nice.

The Hermit: Lives like this whenever he’s at home in his state.  

Hidden Depths: 

Instead of hockey as one would think, he enjoys figure skating and is actually pretty good.

Not shown on the blog, yet but he actually enjoys the company of toddlers like Nunavut as they are far less complicated than people who are older.

He also enjoys writing and even creates stories in his free time. He also uses it along with his personal journal as a form of therapy for himself.

Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Brother/Sister version. Alaska is the huge guy to Hawaii’s tiny girl, especially once they’re older where he’ll be at 5′11 to 6′0 to Hawaii’s 5′3. Justified as Alaska is one-fifth the size of the lower 48 and is larger than Montana, California, Texas COMBINED.

Human Mom, Non-Human Dad: While his biological father is Russia, his mother was a normal Yup'ik woman named Uki.  

Hypocrite: Alaska calls Russia a ‘cruel, crazy manchild’  when he openly calls for the deaths of anyone who betrays their country. He also wants Hawaii to seek help when he resists any for him.

Hypocrite has a Point: To be fair, being lenient with traitors is a recipe for disaster for this country.

Ice Queen: He’s a rather cold and rude person but still a nice guy underneath.

Jerk with a Heart of Gold: Cynical, rude, stubborn are all words that would accurately describe him but also family-orientated, protective, and generous when he needs to be.

Knight in Sour Armor: He does see the world as a cold and dark and is a self-proclaimed misanthrope but still does his best to protect his family and people.

Meaningful Name: Alaska’s name Inuit name, ‘Nukilik’, means ‘strong’ and given everything, he’s gone through and still living to see today, no one can say he isn’t strong. As for his European name of ‘Peter’ meaning ‘stone’ and he is stone-faced and it’s also a nice reference to Peter the Great of Russia.

Mixed Ancestry: He’s half-Slavic, half-Inuit. 

Nature Lover: Growing up most of his life in the forests of Alaska, it makes sense the woods are where he’s most comfortable especially among the animals there. He is also disgusted by hunters who hunt merely for the game and not because they need it.

Not Good with People: Type 2. My beloved grumpy boy is unsurprisingly not good with people as he can’t understand their feelings or why he offended him. However, he is good at reading the feelings of animals and emphasizes more with them.

No Social Skills: Justified due to both his upbringing. He also is very indifferent to having them at the end of the day.

Older Than They Look: Being a state this a given. However where he differs, since he was born in 1800, he’s actually older than most states but since he was basically deserted by Russia he was never given the ability to grow.

Only Sane Man: Certainly sees himself as this among the other states as he feels that they play bloated, bureaucratic politics far too much instead of working together to help their father.

The Pessimist: Alaska physically can’t bring himself to hope in the best in people since all he’s seen was the worst in people since he was young when everyone he loved just ditched him or died. 

Raised by Wolves: Played completely straight. After his mother’s tribe abandoned him in the woods an Alpha She-Wolf who had just lost her pups adopted Alaska.

Socially Awkward Hero: Alaska can scale mountains, survive massive earthquakes, and survive on his own for years. However, the ability to interact with humans or even other anthropics is the hard part.

Strong Family Resemblance: Besides his dark skin, black hair, and eye shape, Alaska is basically a younger version of Russia. This has gotten him into quite a bit of trouble like when he was accused of being a communist during the McCarthy era due to his Russian heritage and Belarus has tried to kidnap him on more than one occasion.

Sugar-and-Ice Personality: In spite of cold, loner nature and dislike for society in general, Alaska at his core is a genuinely familial, protective person who just wants to take care of those he cares about. This is best showcased in his relationship with Hawaii, who might be the only person he openly gives affection to and he did go as Elsa twice just to make her happy even if it was embarrassing for him.

Trauma Conga Line: Abandoned, seen as a threat, had his pack murdered, only person he ended up caring about dying, and nearly froze to almost-death. All when he looked 2. Someone get this boy a therapists.

Used to Be a Sweet Kid: When he was young, Alaska was a sweet and gentle boy, even while living with his wolf pack. However, due to the many tragedies in his life, he has become extremely bitter and cynical towards the world.

When She Smiles: Has given a few in some comics and chats. He even admits that the main reason he loves Hawaii (as a sister) is that she is one of the few people who can make him give a genuine smile.

[manako-no-yami]

when life begins at a grave

Rating: G Relationship(s): Past Odazai, DazAtsu Tags: First Dates, Fluff and Angst Summary:

A first date, but not a first love. Dazai says goodbye, and then hello. Sometimes, it’s better to let go.

for @dazaimultishipweek2019​ day 2!

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Dazai closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of sea brine and leans back against the coolness of a familiar gravestone. If he closes his eyes, he can almost imagine that someone else is there, sitting next to him in comfortable silence.

“Did you know this would happen?” he asks, quietly.

Did you know what I would find, over here, on the other side?

There’s no response.

His smile turns wry.

“You must’ve.”

In the end, even I couldn’t have won against you, he thinks to himself.

After all these years, even with all of his cunning, even in this tired and hackneyed world that feels like spinning in circles around and around and around again...people still find ways to surprise him. There is still yet wisdom that is out of his reach. Things that even he, with all of his wretched intellect, has yet to learn.

The joys of being alive, eh?

It is quiet here, except for the distant sound of waves breaking and seagulls.

“This is what you would’ve wanted, right?”

A familiar ache settles in his chest, a wound he continuously scratches open, a pain that he clings to if only to never forget.

He thinks fondly of rough stubble beneath his fingers, straw-like hair the color of burnt sienna, and large, calloused hands on his own. A breeze brushes by and shifts the shadows of the tree above him; a patch of sunlight settles on his shoulder. The warmth is like that of an old friend’s hand.

Go, it whispers. Go to him.

How selfless. How cruel. How cruelly selfless a thing it is, love.

He doesn’t deserve it.

He stands, one hand trailing along the edges of the gravestone.

That painful ache echoes inside the locked chambers of his chest, and he lingers, for just a second longer than he knows he should.

But it’s time.

Reluctantly, he turns to leave, and that same breeze pushes him along, at his back.

 .

The warm light of the setting sun catches on Atsushi’s silvery hair. He’s smiling—gently, fondly. Not for the first time, nor for the last, Dazai thinks he has done nothing to earn such a thing, so freely given.

“Atsushi-kun,” he greets, and is surprised at the affection in his own voice.

“Dazai-san,” Atsushi greets back, and his glow intensifies, ever-bright.

When Dazai returns his smile, Atsushi looks away, flustered. Dazai wonders what he must’ve seen on his own face, to have gained such a lovely reaction. Boldly, he leans forward, and tucks a wayward piece of hair behind the shell of Atsushi’s ear, lingering for just a moment to feel the way it burns as he blushes beneath his touch.

Precious. Unbelievable.

Atsushi is like the morning dew collecting on the petals of a lily, but with all the strength of the tiger hidden within. His will to live burns like a star, whose light outlives even its own death.

So different from the quiet strength and contemplation he once found comfort in. Worlds apart from the bewildered indulgence that once humored him. And yet—they’re so similar in their silent, unwavering drive towards an ambition so mundane it hurts.

How strange it is, this remarkable living while striving for the ordinary.

But you aren’t him, a part of Dazai admits.

“D-Dazai-san,” Atsushi repeats, “why have you called me here?”

Dazai blinks.

“Well, isn’t it obvious?”

Atsushi tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“I’ve called you here for our first date!”

“Ah, I see—wait, what?”

Atsushi splutters, hands coming up in some half-aborted motion as he looks around him wildly in panic.

“W-what? ” He repeats.

His delayed reaction is so colorful , so full of life, so uniquely Atsushi that Dazai can’t help but smile and let out a laugh.

You are so different, Dazai thinks. Even as laughter bubbles up his throat, his chest continues to ache. You are so different from him.

He hums, locking his fingers together and resting his chin upon them.

“It’s just as I said. You better mark the date down, Atsushi-kun. We’re on our first date.”

“Since when? You? Me? Wha—How did you—?”

Dazai doesn’t bother to hide his glee, kicking his feet beneath the table like a little kid.

“You’re so cute, Atsushi-kun.”

“Dazai-san!” He sounds scandalized, and at this point he’s so red he looks as though he’s a second away from passing out. “Please don’t play tricks on me…”

That vulnerability that Atsushi always carries with him, a beating heart sewn on his sleeve, makes itself known.

No one else Dazai has had the privilege of knowing has ever been quite as vulnerable, nor quite as resilient, as Atsushi is in moments like these.

Dazai makes sure his voice is soft and sincere. Gentle, in a way he didn’t know he had in him to be.

“This isn’t a trick, Atsushi-kun. What kind of senpai would I be, leading my cute little kouhai on like that?”

The way Atsushi's mouth parts in a soft ‘o’, the way his eyes glimmer with hope, the blush riding high on his cheeks—the way he immediately accepts his words, with an infinite well of trust—Dazai makes sure he memorizes it, brands it into his mind. He wants to preserve this moment forever, tuck it into his wallet. He wants to talk about it after they’ve gone on their twentieth, thirtieth date, reminding Atsushi of how flustered he’d been, how adorable. He wants to be able to bemoan the fact that Atsushi won’t remain this shy and sweet once the novelty of their relationship wears off. He wants their familiarity to grow, to bloom.

 .

He wants to tell his best friend about it. They’d get on like wood and fire, he and Atsushi. They’d get on like whiskey and late nights. Like children and storybooks.

He stretches his arm across the table, palm up. Atsushi looks down at it, then back up at him, and then carefully slides his fingers across his, trying and failing to hold back a small smile.

He suspects that, given a little time, Atsushi will be the one leading their relationship, that once he gains confidence he’ll be the one demanding things and keeping him in line. Pushing him forward.

He finds that a part of him can’t wait.

(And yet, another part of him still holds back, wishes to stay in the past. Unwilling to let go.)

Atsushi startles like a frightened mouse as Dazai gets up and sidles into his side of the booth.

“W-What? What is it?” He shrinks away.

“Nothing,” Dazai says, pleasantly. “I just decided I wanted to sit next to you.”

He allows himself a moment to enjoy this, gently teasing Atsushi and watching the way he squawks with indignation at his theatrics.

“Ah! But Atsushi-kun!” Dazai fake-swoons, watching for Atsushi’s reaction out of the corner of his eye, “Could it be? That you feel a deep, burning passion for me, your beloved senpai? What would Kunikida-kun say?!”

Atsushi’s face, much to Dazai’s amusement, immediately morphs into an expression of exasperation. He also relaxes, the jitters flying away as they slip back into their usual banter.

“Excuse me?”

“It must have been so difficult for you! To have been so charmed by my dashing self, to pine day in and day out, to hope so dearly that your feelings would be returned…” He languishes dramatically upon cheap vinyl upholstery.

“Dazai-san...” Atsushi pinches his nose, “please shut up. The other patrons are looking.”

“Ah, but fear not!” Dazai yells, purposely raising his voice. “I am here to confess! Your hopes have been fulfilled, A-tsu-shi-kun! Your burning passion is all but matched by the flame that smolders within my very own breast!”

“You can take your confession elsewhere, Dazai-san, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Oh? ‘Anymore’, you say? Meaning you did want it at some point!”

Atsushi groans.

“Please don’t remind me of my past mistakes, Dazai-san.”

As the night goes on, he watches for the way Atsushi hesitates before carefully leaning his head upon Dazai’s shoulder, feels the way Atsushi’s hair tickles his neck when he leans closer to listen when Dazai lowers his voice to just above a whisper.

By the end of the day, Atsushi has relaxed, belly full of food and laughter.

I did that, Dazai marvels, when he catches sight of Atsushi’s delighted smile.

“Dazai-san…” Atsushi starts.

“Hmm?”

“Does this mean we’re…that we’re…”

“Boyfriends? Dating?”

Atsushi nods, suddenly looking very small.

“I’d like that, yes. If you would, too.” Dazai says.

He keeps his tone light, nonchalant. Hides his own uncertainty behind that same mask he’s always used—the one that might as well have been made of glass for all it hid from his first and only friend, if only because that friend had had a mask of his own.

Atsushi has no such mask. He doesn’t suspect a thing. He just...accepts the words, as they are.

It’s gotten late now. The moon rises above the metropolis, her glow muted by the city’s light pollution.

“Have you…done this before?”

Atsushi’s expression is open, easy to read. Uncertain, indecisive, afraid. Hopeful. Kind. Trusting.

And his question shatters through every layer of carefully constructed composure that Dazai had. He swallows, and struggles.

This power, this naked honesty, this bare earnestness with which Atsushi wields his unassuming curiosity, is a force that Dazai cannot reckon with. It’s something that none of his experiences could have prepared him for.

It’d do you some good to get used to honesty, the ghost says.

You’re right, Dazai thinks.

But acknowledging it doesn’t make it any easier.

“…There was someone else, once,” Dazai says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “But, no. Between the Port Mafia and the agency, no. I’ve never been in a serious relationship before, though I’ve been on a few dates in the name of gathering intel or for a mission. You?”

Atsushi relaxes a bit, and thankfully, doesn’t ask.

“You already know the answer to that, Dazai-san.”

“Ah, but you see, I don’t. A cutie like you? Single his whole life? Preposterous!”

“Oh, stop.” He flushes again, but a pleased smile lights upon his lips. Besides that date with Kyouka, he’d never been in a relationship either.

So this will be new for both of them, then.

Dazai lets himself relax a little, ghost settling back in his bones.

See, that wasn’t so bad, was it, the voice whispers. You can trust him. You can open up to him, if you wanted to.

But it will hurt, he argues. It will hurt, because you never needed to ask any questions to know their answers, and it will hurt because you won’t be there.

There’s a pause, a comfortable lull in their conversation. They’re only a block or so away from the agency dormitories when Atsushi speaks up again.

“Can…can we hold hands?”

Dazai’s steps falter for a moment. He hadn’t expected Atsushi to be so brave as to ask, this first night.

“Of course.”

Their hands brush once, then pull away, as though they were both surprised at the feel of another’s skin, before coming back together, fingers linking messily. Atsushi’s smile glows in the moonlight. Dazai has to stop himself from gulping, barely catching himself before his feet could fumble beneath him. It takes him a second to remember to smile back, but when he does, he’s rewarded with another blush, and a returning clench of their hands.

They stop outside of Atsushi’s room, loathe to part.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dazai-san,” Atsushi says, at last.

“See you, Atsushi-kun.”

When Atsushi has disappeared back into his room, Dazai lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Well, that went well enough, didn’t it?”

No one answers him, of course. After all, there’s no one there. No one and nothing but a gentle breeze, blowing back his hair with a gentle sigh.

And yet, he chuckles out loud anyway. Perhaps, just for his own benefit.

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It’s so strange. After a lifetime of solitude…he doesn’t feel alone anymore. It still hurts—he suspects it will always hurt—but the ghost that had haunted him has finally been laid to rest. The voice in his head is quiet, and in the silence is something like sorrow. Something like sorrow, and acceptance.

It’s like the smile you wear as you wave goodbye to a friend. A very old, and dear friend.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

Thank you, Odasaku.

Thank you, and goodbye.