#she is the most PRECIOUS protect her!!!!!!!!

[highbabyofthenightcourt]

Sometimes i think about how the reason Elriel shippers are Elriel shippers is because of all the evidence that is canonically in the books. All those interactions, all the details, all the intentional writing dedicated to creating a need to see them together. So many indicative moments: Elain who was raised afraid of fae, overcoming the fear after meeting Azriel…Elain learning to cope with the loss of her humanity, largely because of Azriel’s presence in her life…Feyre noting how Elain clings to Azriel for comfort…Azriel being the one to realize Elain is a seer, when the healer who visits her specifically says “If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate” and Lucien only thinks she has gone mad…Azriel being the only one to notice Elain’s absence when the cauldron tricks her…Azriel risking his life for Elain and not being able to put her down even after she is safe…Elain being depicted as a soft and delicate character but when Azriel is in danger, she kicks a naga-hound in the face to protect him…Azriel giving Elain truthteller…Elain giving Azriel gifts each solstice while she doesn’t give Lucien anything….The bonus chapter confirming that both Elain and Azriel want each other and how deeply connected they are that they can communicate even without speaking (i. e. Elain verbally saying yes to the kiss, even though Azriel doesn’t voice the question). Their relationship is one of the most special and precious in the series. The reason i love Feysand so so much, is the way they made each other want to live again. It was the most beautiful thing to see, the way they gave each other hope again. The thing is, with Feyre, her main struggle is believing she is not enough…with Nesta, it is believing she is too much…but Elain, she believes she is nothing at all. I think Elain is afraid of being invisible, at least to those she loves. She craves someone who truly sees her and the most observant person in the series is Azriel, who has always, always seen her. From the very beginning, with him noticing her fingers around the fork.

We are slowly approaching the finish line of waiting for the sixth book, and i am convinced that it is Elriel’s time. It has been such a long time of bickering about the ships and the dynamics and all, but i would like to say that there are so many reasons that Elriel supporters love this ship…and i can’t wait to finally see it officially set sail.

🦇🌸💞

[moralesluvr]

love the au mom Billie idea! Could you do one where like Celeste is a newborn and Sage is like 3ish and Celeste has to get her shots but both Billie and Celeste end up crying bc the baby is crying and we gotta help calm the both of them down 😭

AWWWW THIS IS SOOOO PRECIOUS !!

all tears | b. eilish.

the morning starts out like most others in your household— it’s somewhat peaceful, the smell of coffee brewing, breakfast at the table that you had whipped up, the tv silently rolling some 90s show that your family had found a liking to. your son, sage, was eating off of his spider-man accented plate, sitting on billie’s lap as he took a bite of his toast. your daughter, celeste, was sleeping peacefully in her bassinet, lips parted in her peaceful slumber, though she had no clue about the storms that would take place in a couple of hours.

“are you sure you’re okay taking celeste for her shots?” you ask, eyeing billie as she finishes off the last bit of her food, grabbing sage and kissing his forehead before placing him into the hardwood floors gently. she struts over to the couch where she grabs the diaper bag, determination etched on her face. “i’ve got this,” she says, though you can see the tiny flicker of doubt in her eyes.

“you know it’s harder on you than it is on her,” you tease gently, walking over to kiss her on the cheek, caressing the soft flesh with your ring-accented finger.

“i’ll be fine,” she insists, adjusting the straps of the bag on her back.

but you know billie. you know how she crumbles the second either of her kids so much as whimper, and it isn’t her fault— she just loves your babies so so much, and it hurts her to see them hurt. but it’s just shots, and it made you giggle a little when she would always cry at sage’s appointments, when sage wouldn’t even be shedding a tear.

when you arrive at the pediatrician’s office, it’s bright and sterile, the walls covered in cheerful murals of cartoon animals and cartoon characters. sage, clutching his stuffed bunny, sits beside you in the waiting area, happily distracted by the fish tank in the corner. billie holds celeste close, her hand resting protectively on the baby’s back as she coos softly.

“we’ll be quick, okay?” you tell sage, ruffling his curly hair. “just a few minutes, and we’ll go get ice cream, that sound good?”

he nods solemnly, though you know he’s only half-listening, his eyes glued to the colorful fish that swim peacefully around in the big tank. you giggle as sage sits in front of it, his little fingers dragging across each movement that the fish make.

the doctor, dr. hugo, is very friendly and gentle with celeste. she’s giggling at him, cooing back and forth and mimicking his words with incoherent sounds.

celeste is calm at first, her wide eyes darting around the room as the pediatrician speaks in soothing tones, letting you and billie know that she’s about to get the shot, the details, etcetera. but the second the needle appears, it’s like celeste knows.

her little face scrunches up, and then comes the wail—a piercing, heart-wrenching sound that cuts straight through you. you wince a little— you hated seeing her cry, but you figured that once the shot’s over, everything would be alright.

billie visibly flinches, her grip on celeste tightening as tears immediately spring to her eyes.

“oh no, baby,” she murmurs, her voice trembling as she tries to soothe celeste, her own tears now streaming down her face. “it’s okay, mama’s here.”

you step in quickly, gently placing a hand on billie’s shoulder. “hey, she’s alright baby. it’s just for a second,” you remind her, your voice calm but firm— you’re really calming her more than you’re calming celeste.

but billie’s shaking her head, her bottom lip in a pout as celeste’s cries grow louder. “i can’t stand this,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “she’s so little, and she’s so upset—”

“billie,” you cut her off gently, cupping her cheek so she looks at you. “she’s okay. you’re okay. we’re almost done— it’s good for her.”

the pediatrician offers a sympathetic smile as he finishes up, handing celeste back to billie, who immediately cradles her close, kissing her forehead.

“shh, it’s okay, sweet girl,” billie whispers, though her own sniffles betray her.

sage, who had been quietly watching from the chair in the corner, finally speaks up. he was so quiet, you honestly didn’t even know he had come back into the room.

“mama, why are you crying?” he asks billie, tilting his head in confusion.

billie lets out a watery laugh, brushing her tears away. “because your sister’s gotta get her shots, and it makes mama sad, too.”

sage seems to think about this for a moment before hopping off the chair and walking over. he places his little hand on billie’s leg, his stuffed spider-man clutched in the other.

“it’s okay, mama,” sage says earnestly. “that’s why…you’re the best mama in the whole world! because you’re nice and you love us!”

the words seem to break something in billie, who pulls sage into a hug with one arm, celeste still nestled against her chest.

“thank you, baby,” billie whispers, her voice thick with emotion, “i love you so much.”

you crouch down beside them, wrapping your arms around all three of your babies, basking in the moment for a second with sweet and loving eyes, your heart full.

celeste’s cries are already softening, her tiny hiccups fading as she nestles closer to billie.

“ice cream now?” sage asks, his eyes hopeful, breaking the sweet silence that engulfed your little family.

you laugh, kissing sage’s cheek. “absolutely. ice cream for all of us— except for mama.”

“why me?!” billie hollers as the pediatrician dismisses you, everyone treading out to the parking lot.

you giggle, “no ice cream for cry babies.”

your comment makes billie roll her eyes, and sage pouts as he looks up at you, “be nice, mommy. i think mama should get ice cream, too.”

“yeah!” billie giggles defensively, “see, i know sage will always have my back.”

and as you all pile into the car, billie finally looks over at you, her eyes still a little red but filled with gratitude. “thank you,” she says softly.

“always,” you reply, taking her hand.

send an ask to be added to my taglist!

taglist: @vharperr | @47lake | @hopingforgoodblogs | @zendayasredbottoms | @chrissv4mp | @mseilishmwah | @justtr | @natbelovasblog | @lovelyy-moonlight | @bilsdillldough | @billiesrighthand | @sturnsmia | @karaeilishh

[theboredhooman]

okay but kame and asa are literally 100% in love i don’t make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

long post overanalysing and yapping about these two lesbians + spoilers for the ‘mononoke: phantom in the rain’ movie! go watch it right now if you can 👹👹

kame is literally asa’s most precious thing.

asa was soo flustered and didn’t want to tell kame about this, even blushing?? like understandable it’s basically a confession

one of asa’s first reactions was always to check if kame was okay whenever the mononoke appeared

sure, it could’ve just been a friend thing, but asa was constantly looking out for kame in the ooku

defending her and taking the blame for all her mistakes and trying to protect her from harm, standing up to awashima and mugitani

asa i know what you are i saw that blush when kame smiled after you told her she could work with you instead of mugitani (I get you she was so cute tho)

”Such neat handwriting” asa’s eyes were so soft it actually broke my heart when i saw awashima cutting kame’s hair

the well scene….just…

asa trying to pull up kame, and kame doing the same for her

also asa being sort of lifeless while she hangs there until kame tells her that ‘it’ll be alright!/I’ve got you!’ and suddenly she snaps out of her shock, gaining emotions again

also it was so cute when they were talking next to each other at night

speaking of which, kame making asa promise to not let go while they sleep and asa adjusting to a more comfortable grip while holding hand was just; auGHHH 😩

ALSO ALSO “Kitagawa made me realise what was important, what I should never throw away,” and then KAME TURNING TO SMILE AT ASA AND ASA SMILING BACK WITH THAT ADORING LOOK IN HER EYES?? (note: there was also minor foreshadowing here with the empty doll cupboard but i think that had more to do with kitagawa)

and the cut off after saying she needed to say something important was really suspicious like what did she say??

idk how this related but afterwards she became more focused and hardworking on her job(but also more rigid and firm in her beliefs) and kame tipped out her water instead of drinking it (because she became the opposite? more rebellious/defiant maybe? idk)

speaking to the medicine seller, she said she understood kitagawa’s feelings, which makes me think kitagawa also had a thing for her friend lol like there was absolutely something going on there if she(kitagawa) fell apart after her friend left

only mildly related but i believe karakasa’s next target was probably going to be kame and she was used as bait for it (as something a redditor* mentioned was asa may have sent kame away to protect her rather than the reason kitagawa did, OR lure out karakasa) edit: nvm i remembered wrong it was utayama i believe (due to perhaps resentment within the doll’s umbrella*) or asa (following the logic that awashima and mugitani were both the head housemaids(?) favoured by utayama before asa, although again the end goal was probably to attack utayama)

also when asa was addressing the other maids of the ooku before the birth celebratory ceremony and bowed, kame bowed but nobody else did (which means they didn’t respect asa)

then kame got mad and showed her support for her girl like hell yeah 👏 and asa gained more confidence which i think was sweet

oh and asa was also like “the thing that kept me grounded was lady kame” 🥹🥹

she also said (acc. to netflix subs) “And yet, I yearned for nothing more than to share meals with Kame. And spend countless nights just staying up late, giggling and talking to her.” SHE SOUNDED SO LOVESICK 💔

btw love how the medicine seller instantly knew asa was looking for her boo lmao

anyways i think it mayyy not have been requited on kame’s side, at least canonically, but I have literally zero doubt asa was in love with her. then again homophobes and censorship. uh. it’s alright i ship them very hard either way i need more lesbian rep in anime hehe.

in conclusion. Harold they’re lesbians. thanks for coming to my ted talk. yeah o7

*redditors talked about the choice of karakasa as the yokai.(i reccomend reading it, it’s very interesting imo)

[colourstreakgryffin]

OneShot req: Papa Pentious with female lizard Toddler & Egg Boiz moving in hotel and chaos starts when lizard daughter starts get attached very much towards the radio demon and stares calling him allystor? (much to pentoius dislike!)

Oooh! I actually like this idea quite a lot and it sounds very silly and cute! I think Pentious can be a decent dad, probs a goddamn mess of one! He has the heart to care but he’s still a disaster! I’m excited for this!

Sir Pentious- Sneaky Little Amphibian

Sir Pentious kinda did not suspect the day he’d become a father but he kinda just impulsively decided that. Yes, you are now his daughter and he will raise you to be the most perfect mad scientist Hell will ever see! In one second, he’s looking down at you. The next, he’s carrying you off with his Egg Bois marching loyally behind him

Sir Pentious doesn’t usually include you in his attempts to concur Pentagram City, defeat Alastor and become recognised by the Vees to become a mighty Overlord. Since, the last thing he wants is to include the only being he has that is vulnerable and dear to him so during his tyraids, you’re hidden away for your own good

As he loves you so much so it’s only better you don’t join, unlike your many older Eggie siblings. They can handle the trips, you can’t

To cut a story short, after Sir Pentious was busted for working for the Vees in order to defeat the Hazbin Hotel, however was accepted by Charlie and her squad. He ended up moving into Hotel. Which, yes, especially included you

Sir Pentious is as prideful of you as he is of his own inventions and of his Egg Bois. He flaunters you around and yells that you’re the cutest thing to ever exist and that you’re all his, you’re his daughter! Nobody else’s!

Sir Pentious, as your father, is protective and clingy. Like, so possessive that he’ll fight to keep people away from you and he’d rather give his tail away than letting somebody else hold you. You’re his precious little toddler and you’ll never like anybody more than him!

However, your beloved kooky father never has an issue with you being taken care of by his Egg Bois… but it’s kinda rare since well… that herd isn’t the most competent beings to exist

Sir Pentious has been… coping with living in this Hotel and with his precious pudgy scaly little potato of a child yet… he doesn’t like it anymore! How dare this disastrous situation happen?! He won’t ever forgive him—

Sir Pentious is outraged, fuming and bubbling like a boiling hot kettle. His broad hands balled up so much that his claws are digging into his own flesh as he watches with sharp slit eyes from across the room, Charlie Morningstar notices her new client’s distress and tries to ask what’s wrong in her usual caring optimistic manner but is met with a rageful hiss of a angry and jealous snake

“Look at him!”

Sir Pentious growls out furiously as he points out Alastor to Charlie… the Radio Demon, smiling with a sense of discomfort and dislike but hiding it rather well as he is looking down at the little adorable lizard-like sinner babygirl cuddling his pant leg by his own feet, his ears pinned back and red eyes flaring. This disgusts him but even HE has standards and he won’t harm children… he just hopes whoever owns this brat will take her away

Charlie tries to sweetly encourage Sir Pentious to not be mad at his beloved toddler’s new interest in Alastor and just go to you and have some father-daughter time as nobody’s really stoping him, yet Sir Pentious is not listening to the Princess’ attempts to help since he’s pulsing with envy and revenge, all against Alastor for the fact you’ve gone from liking your actual dad to liking HIM! That deer is not your daddy and never will be

“My eggie likes that screechy radio! Why doesn’t she like me?!”

Sir Pentious is almost about to bawl at this as he picks off his infamous tall tophat and squeezes it, the fangs and single eye on the silky fabric gritting up from him using the said sentient item as a stress reliever via his merciless grip. His long gracious eye-lined snake-ish tail wrapping up around himself from raw distraught that his daughter doesn’t ‘love him’ anymore

Charlie does her best to comfort her hotel client from his fatherly love-induced mess of a emotional state, it’s so intense that tears are always forming as he watches the way you cling onto Alastor’s pant leg stubbornly and mumble out your cute baby noises plus the little word of ‘Allystor!’ to try get the infamous overlord’s attention

Why won’t you cling onto his tail and blurt out ‘Daddy’? Did he do something wrong?! Sir Pentious won’t stop until he makes this right and make you love him again! The red man doesn’t deserve it, nobody deserves it like he does. He looks after you, he loves you, he spends so much money on you, he’s given you the best home and the best big siblings a child could ask for!

Sir Pentious can only angrily and jealously glare at you and Alastor for a moment or two longer, Charlie nervously and quietly at his side, still trying to convince him to go out there and prove he loves you, his little daughter, but he’s stuck. Also surrounded by his squeaking little Egg troops, he doesn’t know how to civilly approach Alastor without telling him to get the fuck away from you

All Sir Pentious can think in this moment, his world almost zoning out as he keeps examining every second you lovingly crawl on Alastor and squeak out his name for his attention. All he can think of is…

You don’t deserve him. He is the best dad, how could you betray him and go to another guy for love?

…

“I think I’ll go to the Deer, Ms. Morningstar”

[macabr3s]

[    #  DANI    ]    unfortunately  ,  dani  doesn’t  have  many  fond  memories  when  it  comes  to  the  holidays  .  losing  her  family  during  her  formative  years  did  quite  a  number  on  her  and  the  holiday  season  has  always  been  …  a  little  touchy  for  her  .  however  ,  one  of  the  holiday  memories  she  often  reminisces  about  is  how  her  family  spared  no  expense  for  christmas  .  hell  ,  it  didn’t  even  need  to  hit  december  before  the  christmas  decorations  are  up  in  the  tolentino  household  .  it  would  be  october  and  she  and  her  family  would  be  pulling  all  the  christmas  decorations  out  from  storage  :  ornaments  ,  stockings  ,  the  fake  christmas  tree  because  a  real  one  definitely  would  not  last  more  than  a  month  .  christmas  carols  fill  the  air  as  everyone  tackles  different  parts  of  the  house  .  forget  celebrating  halloween  and  thanksgiving  ,  it  was  all  about  christmas  .

[    #  HAYDEN    ]    hayden  has  many  fond  memories  of  the  holidays  .  it’s  one  of  the  few  times  out  of  the  year  where  she  was  able  to  take  a  break  from  training  and  make  time  for  family  .  and  while  thanksgiving  was  always  a  feast  in  the  sullivan  household  ,  christmas  is  really  where  it’s  at  .  her  favorite  memory  has  always  been  the  lead  up  to  preparing  for  the  christmas  dinner  itself  .  the  house  was  always  a  bit  chaotic  as  her  family  spends  the  tail  end  of  december  preparing  for  the  christmas  dinner  with  some  of  her  favorite  foods  that  only  come  during  the  holidays  like  ponche  de  crème  and  pastelles  .  it’s  one  of  the  few  moments  in  her  busy  schedule  that  she’s  able  to  sit  down  and  be  present  with  her  family  .  it’s  only  gotten  more  difficult  as  she  gets  older  since  she  and  her  siblings  all  live  their  own  lives  .

[    #  HERA    ]    hera’s  always  loved  lunar  new  year  .  she’s  been  around  for  centuries  now  and  has  seen  the  holiday  evolve  with  new  traditions  being  added  on  to  become  what  it  is  today  .  the  lunar  new  year  celebrations  have  been  one  of  the  few  things  that  still  tether  her  to  her  humanity  .  it’s  often  loud  and  lively  with  well  wishes  of  health  and  prosperity  .  and  with  lunar  new  year  being  a  fifteen  day  celebration  in  china  and  hong  kong  ,  she’s  always  made  an  active  effort  to  travel  back  in  time  for  the  festivities  .  it’s  difficult  to  choose  on  memory  that’s  precious  to  her  .  but  the  memory  she  most  cherishes  is  one  from  her  human  life  .  it’s  the  first  lunar  new  year  she  spent  with  her  mother  ,  step-father  and  half-sibling  .  it  consisted  of  an  intimate  family  meal  ,  receiving  of  red  envelopes  ,  well  wishes  ,  and  just  spending  time  together  as  a  family  .  it  was  by  no  means  a  huge  celebration  in  their  household  but  it  was  one  that  let  hera  believe  that  it’s  possible  to  have  a  normal  life  after  fleeing  the  confines  of  the  imperial  city  .

[    #  THEO    ]    theo  isn’t  big  on  celebrating  the  holidays  .  they  felt  like  there  wasn’t  much  to  celebrate  after  their  mother’s  death  and  more  so  after  running  away  from  home  .  however  ,  their  favorite  holiday  memory  happened  just  a  year  after  they  ran  away  .  they’d  just  been  taken  in  by  a  coven  of  nomadic  witches  (  who  just  so  happened  to  also  be  a  biker  gang  )  and  theo  didn’t  think  they’d  be  staying  with  them  .  they  were  convinced  that  the  coven  only  felt  bad  for  her  .  fortunately  ,  they  were  wrong  .  despite  hardened  appearances  ,  the  coven  had  all  pitched  in  to  help  theo  out  in  some  way  and  felt  an  immediate  sense  to  protect  the  young  witch  .  not  only  did  they  take  them  in  ,  but  it  was  the  first  time  in  a  while  that  a  group  of  people  made  them  feel  welcome  .  there  were  no  gift  exchanges  but  there  was  a  tradition  for  the  gang  to  go  their  annual  holiday  motorcycle  ride  and  an  invite  was  extended  to  them  .  this  was  the  first  time  in  a  while  that  theo  spent  the  holidays  with  a  group  of  people  that  genuinely  seemed  to  care  about  them  .  even  if  it  was  a  group  of  strangers  that  they’d  met  .  despite  moving  to  portum  ,  this  was  a  tradition  that  they  kept  .

INTEREST  CHECK !   welcome,  supernaturals,  to  our  first  interest  check.  to  keep  your  ties  with  portum  and  avoid  unfollow,  please  REBLOG  THIS  POST  (  from  us,  the  source  )  telling  us   —   what  your  muse’s  most  precious  holiday  memory  is ? your  answer  can  be  as  short  or  as  long  as  you  want,  and  it  can  be  written  from  any  point  of  view.  remember  you  have  to  complete  this  interest  check  regardless  of  activity  and  you’ll  have  48  hours  (  until  monday  23rd  at  6:00  p.m.  est  )  to  do  it,  otherwise,  your  unfollow  will  be  posted. happy  writing,  most  beloveds !

[usertoxicyaoi]

"That's what I wanted most. I don't want to be treated specially based on my gender. Just ... normally."

SUGIE TAISHI AS HARU. KAWARETO OTOKO (2024). EPISODE EIGHT.

[carefulfears]

we've both talked about how scully isn't jealous fire. what differences do you see between protective scully vs jealous scully?

yeah to me the main difference is that one is more external and the other internal. she gets very emotional when she’s jealous. in episodes like alpha (literally sitting that woman down and going “i’m watching you.” cracks me tf up. Dana nobody is taking your man.) and war of the coprophages, it’s kind of angry. it’s louder, but still something very vulnerable and true to her (hater-ism). in episodes like the end, it’s heartbreak. that’s one of the very few episodes where i think she was purely jealous, and sad. she usually understands what’s going on and i think she knew as soon as she heard him call diana by her first name that something was going to change. i think it hurt her feelings, that specific display of connection, usually reserved for her.

when she’s jealous she retreats. she watches quietly. she cries alone in her car. she needs a moment to herself.

it’s when she’s protective that you can’t shake her for anything. one of my favorite images in fire is her standing in the doorway while mulder and phoebe meet with the arson specialist. i didn’t even notice she was there the first time i saw it. she wasn’t invited. she’s just keeping watch. later, she’s standing in the hallway. after that, she’s in his hotel room, and doesn’t leave when phoebe comes in. says “are you okay?” the moment they’re alone.

people write off her behavior in this one as being “jealous” because she has a lil crush and there’s another woman there, but i honestly find that dismissive. sometimes people discuss scully through such a wide lens, not taking into account who she is. she’s really surprised throughout the time that phoebe was there. it’s that soft edge that still shocks to cruelty, that she never really loses. it’s what shocks in the pilot when the doctor hits mulder twice. what shocks in the following episode when the government agents punch him on the side of the road. (look at you you’ve radicalized scully). it’s what makes her wary of jerry lamana, even before he stole mulder’s work.

but phoebe is so cruel, and so personal, and has so much history. it’s not jealousy that makes scully linger in doorways. it’s not jealousy that spawns that folie a deux. no one else understands. no one else can be trusted. (which i do kind of think started in fire, i’ve said before). she isn’t jealous that he startles when he hears this woman’s voice.

and i know that’s a lot on phoebe as an example, but it doesn’t stop. she doesn’t stop keeping watch. she doesn’t stop shocking to cruelty. she’ll get loud. she’ll make plans. she’ll surprise herself. and it doesn’t come with jealousy’s mortifying intimacy.

(don’t have much else to say but i found this from an old post of mine and wanted to share: “scully has that kind of protectiveness towards him that you have towards a child that hasn't been touched by the world yet. it's very 'the world is at least half terrible, though i keep this from my children.’ 'good bones' by maggie smith. scully in the beginning is like......there is something here that should have broken by now. and she wants to watch him be able to walk into every room with the most hopeful answer and a hand out to every stranger.”)

she shares him with the world only reluctantly, Etc etc

[sincerely-sofie]

I’m the anon that sent in all the Ruby stuff! It makes me so happy that you love her so much. I didn’t expect her to be such a beloved character to you and I was kind of nervous that you would have hated her tbh. ^^;

Something Ruby related — I had a fic about Twig and co. confronting the siblings before I ultimately scrapped it because I could not write villainous characters without making them feel cliché. I do remember this one line said by Ruby’s sister when she lashes out towards Twig:

“You wouldn’t get it. You have a cushy life style and you baby your daughter instead of actually raising her. We’re doing that ungrateful, spoiled brat a favor — we’re teaching her how to survive. You wouldn’t know the meaning of that with that silver spoon in your mouth.”

I don’t blame you for struggling with not making the siblings feel cliché— writing villainous characters gets 900x more difficult the second you don’t want to make them sympathetic. Ark was fairly simple for me to write, even in scrapped scenes where he was all-in with his villainous role during the events of the post-game. Twig’s aunt, meanwhile, gave me a heck of a hard time while I was developing her backstory.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Thank god Sasha was confirmed bisexual, otherwise people would hc her as lesbian solely and exclusively because she's kind of a bitch.

[shinmiyovvi]

「Call of Duty Black Ops Zombies Oc Trivia: Primis Valena」

Note: This trivia will be updated when another tidbit is added on the list.

POSITIVE:

Lena is a kind-hearted soul like her mother Lumina. She was considered an angel by anyone around her and she got the nickname "Anghel".

She learned how to play the guitar from Tulio and they would try to sing as many songs as they wanted during their time.

Lena and her uncle Felipe had a strained relationship together when her parents were still alive. Felipe would get scolded by his wife Rosalina if he ever tries to make her cry since Felipe hates hearing Lena whimper or even begging him to buy her sorbetes (an ice cream that is made from water buffalo/carabao's milk)

Regarding types of men, she likes a guy who would help her out in the house rather than being a couch potato. Lena adopted her mother's death stare at some point so she may use it as an advantage to threaten their partner if they ever try to be lazy. She loves getting affection so expect to see her very clingy when sleeping with her partner or even just sitting on a couch while looking at the sky through the window. Lena is a sucker for getting smooches on her face or even returning the favor to her loved one. If her loved one confesses their feelings to her or gives her a kiss on the cheek/lips, she will freeze and turn into a cute tomato.

Lena keeps her hair in a ponytail or in a bun. There is only a rare moment where Lena cuts her hair short when she recalls it, she ends up feeling like she looks like Licia if she ends up giving herself a boy cut.

The pendant she is wearing is a birthday gift from her late lover Sgt. George Huxley.

She has a slight crush on Dempsey during Origins but she shakes off that feeling and ends up slowly falling in love with Nikolai due to how his personality resembles a lot of her late lover.

Lena loves to collect flowers, mostly sampaguitas which she would make into a necklace (Which is very popular in small businesses in the country), roses, tulips, dandelions, and lavender.

Since Lena resembles a bit of her mother, there is no doubt that she has the same smile as Lumina does. Every man would find her beautiful and angelic as her smile can instantly melt their hearts.

Like her Ultimis counterpart, she usually draws on her journal to pass the time. If you ever have the chance to look at her journal, you will see some portraits of herself, the crew, and her family and friends.

Her uncle taught her how to fight and use a rifle while her aunt taught her how to speak Russian, German, Japanese, and English.

Lena considered Felipe and Rosalina as her own parents while Marcelo and Dolores were considered as her siblings since she was the only child of her family.

Lena has the most cutest giggles. Whether is just a small chuckle or a sudden burst of laughter, you can imagine how she could make a man go head over heels for her.

Pouting is one of her habits whenever she tries to disagree with something.

NEGATIVE:

Lena tends to overthink a lot which causes her to stare into the abyss and stay silent.

She doubts herself if she begins to feel pressured by someone, especially if the situation is crucial and needs her full attention.

She got a graze under her right eye from Ji Eun which she accidentally mentioned about her father as she observed that Ji Eun has a grudge against her father. Nikolai got angry at Ji Eun for grazing her face which she scoffed and left the two alone.

Lena tends to blame herself if something wrong happens, even if she didn't do it.

She is the type of person who keeps apologizing for the simplest thing in existence as people keep telling her to stop apologizing but she doesn't.

Lena constantly gets nightmares about her parents' deaths which weighed her shoulders a lot. She would often tell the others how lucky they are to have their own parents seeing them grow up and achieve their dreams to make them proud.

There is a time when Lena loses her temper and shouts at Nikolai during the events of BoTD where she also hits his face out of anger but later apologizes and the two make up with each other.

Lena mostly bottles up her emotions but during the events of Revelations, she breaks down in tears after Dr. Monty mentions her parents which he told everyone how much they loved Licia and cherished her.

After the death of her parents, Lena goes through the 5 stages of Grief which she starts to lose hope in her life until she slowly accepts it and moves on to be happy. It happens again as she begins to sulk and mourn George's death. She then continues to accept the reality, trying to fulfill George's wish by letting her move on and find someone who would love her better than him.

Lena considers herself a personification of Death to her loved ones as she often tries to distance herself from them for their own safety.

Lena would sometimes act like she's not being herself which concerns the others. She reassures the crew that she is fine and feels tired on their journey but in reality, she is NOT fine and needs someone's comfort.

[fauxnotice]

crazy how alien stage would have never gotten such a big fanbase if ivtl didnt exist. Not because its that good or better than mzsu but because no matter how you look at it female characters will never be treated the same way male characters are and the same applies to f/f ships. Like yes fandoms have mostly (not entirely though!) moved away from the trope of portraying women as nuisances that get in the way of gay relationships but now we have a new brand of misogyny that is much more subtle. and if you even IMPLY that some internal bias is the root of the way fandoms treat female characters youre looking too hard and youre too woke. Whatever

[fenharel-archived]

nooo i didnt make ysi/astarions dhampir kids in the cc aha i swear-

[kakusu-shipping]

I saw you were making moodboards for mutuals' self-ships, and I was wondering if you could make one for me and Moira? You've listened to me ramble a lot about her at this point and I'd be curious to see your take on our relationship [@solar-ships]

I started this with entirely too much Text and slowly chipped away at it with images that held the same-ish energy. I went in not knowing your colors but it's an unbalanced relationship anyway so it makes sense for her pallet to overtake it.. I think.

[chuluoyi]

✎ throughout heaven and earth

- gojo satoru x reader

a sudden mission. a curse beyond your grade. all hell breaks loose when gojo realizes that there are hidden machinations behind the incident that befalls you

genre: feral!gojo, injured!reader, hurt/comfort, exponential fluff !

note: we need a gojo who will go ballistic against the higher-ups for dragging you in their mess :) refer to this for the reader's CT, and this loosely takes place after the events in heaven's fury, and the epilogue is based on this very brilliant idea :))

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Something isn’t right.

You should’ve known it was strange when they assigned you with a sudden mission with little to no briefing. You should’ve gone through with your gut feeling and informed Satoru about it.

Because if you did... now you wouldn’t be running for your life like this, frantically dodging the hacks and slashes of this chainsaw-like cursed spirit that was evidently not a Grade 2 as what you were told.

“Ah!” you yelped as the sharp ends of its body struck your shoulder, leaving you bleeding openly. This was no small wound—it was deep enough to make you stagger.

You had to do something about this because merely avoiding wouldn’t save your life. You had to come back in one piece. You have to— for your baby and Satoru.

What if I can’t? The sheer thought made you tremble. Your baby boy was still so little and he needed you more than anyone, and Satoru...

God, you couldn’t bear to leave him alone. Not again. He couldn't handle losing someone again, not after all he had already lost.

You gripped your whip—your cursed weapon—tightly amidst your bleeding hand. You had barely enough cursed energy for a domain expansion that guaranteed a sure-hit effect. You have one shot. This was all or nothing.

But you weren’t sure if it would work, because you were on the verge of exhaustion, and this was a special grade curse. Your domain expansion was definitely not as refined as the Satoru’s, and this monster was an enemy of his class.

“Satoru...” your voice came out in a sob. You were terribly scared, and honestly you were entitled to. You weren’t even sure you would survive this at all, and all you could think now was your husband’s silly grin and how much you loved him.

And right afterwards, you saw the cursed spirit lunging at you, and with everything left that you had, you screamed—

“Domain Expansion: Transcendent Veil!”

“Gojo-sensei, p-please come back... Nee-san is...!”

Satoru was in Kyoto when he received that call from Megumi— and that moment shattered his world as he knew it.

“Megumi, what is it?”

“She w-was sent on a mission... but then it's a special grade— a-and... she... she e-exorcised it b-but—!”

He teleported without second thought to Tokyo. His mind was blank, the only sound he could hear was his own violent heartbeats, and his fists were clenched so tightly.

“The cursed spirit got her too… It made a cut on her neck.”

His most precious wife... the one person he must protect at all cost, was now possibly—

“Megumi.” He saw him sitting on the hallway of the headquarters’ hospital the with his son on his lap—you had asked him to look after your baby—and the boy looked up to him.

“Gojo-sensei...” Megumi appeared shaken, and seeing that, Satoru immediately took his child from his hands, pulling the little kid into his embrace.

“Go back home, I’ll stay here.”

In all his life, Megumi had never seen Gojo Satoru as calm as he was now. He looked fearsome, as if he was in the battlefield.

“Ichiji.” Satoru turned to the other man rigidly standing next to Megumi, causing him to stiffen up even more. He didn’t say anything further as he pat his little son’s back, and yet Ichiji knew all the same what he wanted from him.

“It’s from… the higher ups, Gojo-san.” Ichiji gulped as he said it. “Y/N-san was suddenly called in yesterday night, and she was told it was an urgent mission.”

“Who called her?”

“It was…”

When Ichiji told him the name, suddenly Satoru barked a snort, and his lips curled into a manic grin. It was a menacing sight for both Ichiji and Megumi, as he looked almost unhinged if not for his secure grip on his son.

But contrary to what they were thinking, what filled Satoru at that moment was pure, unadulterated fury. A righteous sense of being crossed—because, how fucking dare they?

Those higher ups first pressed him to execute Yuji, and when he paid them no mind… now they staged this atrocity against you, most definitely to serve as a warning to him.

“Ichiji, tell them that I’ll pay a visit tomorrow. And drive Megumi home tonight.”

He would make his point loud and clear. He would show them how wrong it was to ever test him. But…

The plan barely satisfied him. They hurt you. His heart finally lurched as he processed the fact… when he heard his baby’s soft whimper against his shoulder.

. . .

You sustained serious injuries, but finally, you were out of critical condition.

When Satoru was allowed to see you, you were still connected to many monitors and breathing machine. He brought your baby too inside, and upon clearly seeing both of them, suddenly your eyes welled up with tears.

“Hey…” his hand gripped yours reassuringly. You sniffled when the strain of your broken ribs made you almost cry out in pain, and Satoru immediately calmed you down.

“Sweets— hey, don’t cry, yeah? You did good.” He pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “You did freaking good. You’re okay now. You’re going to recover, yeah?”

You gave him a tearful little nod, feeling so grateful that you could see him again. And unbeknownst to you, seeing you like this broke his heart too.

“Mwa...” your baby, cradled in your husband’s arms, suddenly stretched his tiny hands towards you, and Satoru handed him over for you to hold.

With the little strength you possessed, you reached out to stroke his soft cheeks. Your son... the thought of how close you came to death brought another tear rolling down your cheek.

All sort of thoughts went through Satoru’s head at the sight. His wife, the mother of his son, who is proud of him for everything he does—

—and their sorry asses dared to hurt you.

Suddenly all he saw was red.

And he swore he would make it right to you. Soon.

“Ah, Satoru-kun… to what I owe the pleasure?”

“…I’ve heard that it was you who assigned that special grade mission to my wife, correct?”

“Oh, that. First of all, I must apologize for my... oversight. We were misinformed... Our scouts made a mistake while filling the files.”

Satoru was trying not to lose his composure first thing after coming here. Really.

But the knowing tone of the elderly Jujutsu Commander only fueled his rage, growing stronger the longer he stood behind this stupid paper divider.

“So it’s a mistake, huh?” he repeated in a satire manner. “Then do you know that my wife has just gotten out of her maternity leave this week?”

The man behind the divider chuckled quietly. “Satoru-kun… I know the sentiment. Of course you’ll be worried, and it did end in a rather… unfortunate incident. However, jujutsu sorcerers are bound to their duty, and your wife cannot rely too heavily on her status as a member of the Gojo clan to be excluded from—”

Fuck it. He had no patience any longer.

“Seems like I need to be a lot rougher, after all.”

Suddenly the room crackled with electricity and the Jujutsu Commander gasped at the sense of foreboding he felt. “Gojo, you can’t—!”

“Heh, but I can.” He let out the most satisfied laugh before opening his palm and chanting in a lower voice: “Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”

In a matter of seconds, the audience chamber of jujutsu headquarters turned into a pile of destruction. The commander barely made it out the deadly vacuum vortex with a shriek.

“Ah! N-no! Get a-away from me!” Satoru stared down at him coldly through his unobstructed heavenly eyes, as he pitifully tried to crawl away. He took one step towards him, stomped on his hand ruthlessly—causing the man to scream, before he got down to his level.

“N-no! Please, s-spare me...!”

“This is my first and last warning to you.” It was beyond terrifying, to see those six eyes in this close proximity. But even more dreadful was the tight chokehold on his throat—

“If you ever try to pull this idiotic stunt again on my wife, know that I can and I will snap your neck.” Satoru’s face split into a sinister grin as he tapped the man’s nape, before he crushed the bones of his hand with a crack and made him howl. “Remember that, yeah?”

. . . that day, none in jujutsu headquarters dared to spread any word about Gojo Satoru’s outrageous conduct, even when it was an attack against their own highest ranking leader.

“Satoru, you don’t have to, really—”

“Nuh, uh! I’ve promised you I’ll nurse you back to health!”

Unaware of anything and everything, you thought that your loving husband was a silly jester trying to make you feel better. On the fifth day of your stay in hospital, you were well enough to eat solid food, and Satoru insisted on spoon feeding you the fruits he cut himself.

“Good girl,” he praised with a wholly playful smile as you chewed on the watermelon. You looked at him with a mock frown, pursing your lips.

“You’re making me look like a kid.”

“You are, in fact, my second kid, so I have all rights to baby you.”

You let out a giggle, but then suddenly your throat felt like it was closing in and you coughed. Instinctively, you reached for your neck— your fingers tracing the scar there.

You still could remember the sense of paralyzing fear you felt as soon as your neck was cut. The heavy bleeding that followed, the way the world blacking out around you…

“Sweets…?” Satoru put down the plate and got a grip on your trembling figure. He gently pushed your chin up to meet his eyes. “Hey, look at me. Look at me, hmm?”

Your frantic eyes locked onto his, and your rapid breathing steadied. Your clammy hand reached out to touch his face... before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around him.

“Sweetheart…” Satoru hugged you back in return, sighing against the nape on your neck, as he planted a soft kiss there.

You tried your best not to cry but it was hard not to while remembering everything.

“I-I was so scared…”

“Mhm.”

“I-I kept thinking… w-what if I c-can’t see you… or baby again…? I… I s-still want to do a lot of… things… w-with you…”

The way you shook in his arms like a fragile leaf made something inside him burn. He was supposed to provide you with security, give you a life far removed from curses—

Having left that warning against the higher-ups wasn’t enough, he should’ve made him beg for his life more—

“Listen to me,” Satoru said as he broke the hug, the deep frown in his grave expression made you almost sob. He gently wiped your overflowing tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“Stop thinking that. You’re alright. You’re going to get better. You and me—we are going to raise our son together.”

You took in each of his words fully, even as your lips quivered.

“And mark my words…” Right in this moment, you thought that your husband was most dashing as he gave you his promises—as his blue eyes glimmered under the light. “They won’t ever lay their hands on you ever again. Not while I’m here. Not ever. I already made sure of that.”

You were curious about what he did, but you chose not to press further when Satoru leaned in suddenly and brushed his lips against yours in a soft kiss, melting your heart into mush.

When he pulled away, it was his usual teasing grin on his handsome face. “Now, I only have one duty left— that is to get my cute wife back on her feet. So, be a good little wifey and have lots of fruits and sleep, okay?”

You giggled freely this time, feeling tremendously safe and loved, and instead of answering, you chose to peck his lips instead— hoping that he’d know that you trusted him with your whole life.

. . .

“By the way… Satoru, where’s our baby?” you missed your pumpkin, and while being with your funny husband lifted your spirits, you wanted to cuddle him too.

He chuckled in response. “Ah! Since Megumi is on an assignment, I left him with Ichiji earlier! Don’t worry, I’ll come pick him up soon, ‘kay?”

Epilogue

“I’m going out for a bit, and if you ever make him upset or cry… I can and I will sense it! So Ichiji—do your best!”

“Bwa…”

“Eeek!”

Ichiji stared at Baby Gojo with literal sweat on his forehead, as the little being curiously looked up at him.

By all means, this baby was adorable. Even more so when his father dressed him in a shark onesie. It was a peculiar choice—just like any of Gojo’s choices were—but it sure made the baby look even more endearing.

But the thing is… he didn’t feel secure enough to hold him! Especially when he didn’t know if Gojo’s claim of telepathic connection with his son was true or not!

Amidst his thoughts, suddenly Ichiji felt a soft touch on his arm and immediately turned to find the little munchkin putting his little hand on him and staring at him with such pureness unbefitting of Gojo Satoru’s son.

How can this baby be a stark contrast to his father? Ichiji was almost tempted to snuggle him, but he knew better.

“O-oh… d-don’t touch me…”

And as he retracted his hand back, the baby suddenly widened his eyes, feeling betrayed apparently, as his little lips wobbled and face scrunched up, so ready to burst into tears—

“Hic…”

“—!! Nooo! Don’t cry! Your father will fry me! Eeek!!”

[mnemosyne-xiv]

Zero's hold on her hand tightened, the memoriate's expression entirely passive despite the maelstrom of emotions threatening to drown her. Remia stole a glance down at her silent companion and then further to the shadowed aether that swirled and roiled with an eerie groan far below in the open space where once a primal of darkness slept. A void that could easily swallow them both whole if they weren't careful.

"There's no point in worrying over countless possible outcomes—none of which, might I remind, have happened yet," Remia spoke up, shattering their peaceful silence with little remorse. "You're going to drive yourself mad if you continue overthinking."

"Stop attuning to my emotions," Zero replied in just as bland of a tone.

"Then stop working yourself up."

"I could say the same to you."

Remia sighed but didn't take her hand away from Zero's. She stood there beside her, staring down into the void gate they were soon due to cross through yet again. A frown tugged on her lips while her aether gently fell over Zero in a translucent veil of deep reds and burgundies that only she could see. A vain attempt to comfort her friend. To try and ease her worries if only somewhat.

"I know it's frightening, this not knowing what outcome we might suffer through..." Remia whispered. "But this time—no matter the outcome—this time you're not alone. I'm here, just as I will be when this is all said and done."

"And if in the end I'm not here..?"

"Hehe, cute of you to believe death would see our connection severed. "Where you go, I'll follow. Where I go, you'll follow." That's the part of our bargain you made, remember?"

Happy patch day everyone! I'm about to go through the msq + alliance raid so any spoilery content I post for the next month I'll mark with #6.5 spoilers so be sure to filter that out if you want to be spared from my insanity tho it'll prob be a bit before i post any spoilery things so realistically you should be safe also my friend highkey eluded to something ominous happening to zero and now i'm terrified to go through msq. don't test me squeenix. i'll make another entire fic series dedicated to an au where zero stays as a permanent scion if you try to take her away from me. i'll do it and yes, this is a threat.

[amiableness]

Dad!James Potter x Fem!Reader ☼ 946 words

series masterlist ; main masterlist

“He’s precious! He looks just like his daddy.” Miriam gushes, leaning in closer to Henry. James cringes as his baby boy flinches away, burying his head into his father’s chest and eyeing the woman with uncertainty. Henry’s tiny hands clutch James’s shirt, seeking comfort and protection from the unfamiliar face.

James knows Miriam from school, but they have never been close. She has always been the life of the party, a role he once embraced during their school days. Now, her enthusiasm feels overwhelming, especially to his shy and sensitive son. Perhaps he has mellowed more than he realizes since then—having a child at 20 would surely do that to you.

Miriam straightens up, placing a manicured hand on his bicep. With a slight pout to her lips, she says softly, “I heard about what happened to you and his mum. It must have been devastating.”

James tenses, his gaze shifting nervously to the store entrance, where he hopes Sirius, Remus, and you will hurry with their shopping and rescue him from this unwelcome conversation. The thought of discussing his ex, who left him and their son behind because she wasn’t ready for motherhood, fills him with a mix of frustration and anger. The memory of her sudden departure still stings, and he isn’t eager to relive those painful moments, especially with someone he barely knows.

“Yeah, it’s been tough, but we’re doing just fine without her,” James replies, his tone steady but strained. He takes a deep breath, summoning the courage to gently suggest that Miriam give them some space. “Anyway, Miriam—”

“That’s so unfortunate that he doesn’t have a mum in his life,” Miriam continues, her lashes fluttering flirtatiously at him. James immediately grasps where she is going with this. It’s not the first time his role as a father has attracted unwanted advances, but her bold approach leaves him momentarily stunned. If she had asked him out directly, it might have been different—though he doubts it would have made much of a difference.

“Miriam! Still hitting on unavailable men?” Sirius’s voice rings out with a teasing edge. James turns to see Sirius and Remus emerging from the store. Remus is scanning the receipt but looks up, startled at Sirius’s voice. You must still be browsing in the store.

“Unavailable?” Miriam repeats, her eyebrows raising in surprise. James can’t help but question the same thing, the word echoing in his mind.

“Very much so,” Sirius says with a firm nod as he and Remus come to stand beside James. Remus shoots Miriam a polite hello, but his expression reflects his lingering dislike for her from their school days.

“I didn’t know you were with someone,” Miriam mumbles, and James thinks about clarifying that he didn’t know it either.

The bell above the shop door chimes, announcing someone’s departure. James’s reaction to your voice is immediate and revealing; his eyes brighten, and his posture straightens as he turns to you. It’s clear from his response that he is deeply enamored with you.

And it isn’t just James. His son mirrors his father’s excitement. The little boy’s eyes light up with the same warmth, and he reaches out eagerly toward you. Henry babbles what sounds remarkably like “mama,” his tiny arms outstretched in an unmistakable plea for you to hold him. James hopes you don’t catch what his son is trying to say.

Your sweet voice rings out, “Jamie, I know you said not to spoil him, but they had the most adorable knit sweater—” You trail off, blinking in surprise as you notice Miriam’s disapproving gaze, her brow furrowed in irritation. You come to astop next to James, missing the way his son is staring you down.

“You bought him another sweater?” Remus asks, his tone a mix of surprise and amusement. You shoot him a halfhearted glare, silently reminding him that he shouldn’t be commenting on it.

“Hi, Miriam. How have you been?” You greet her with a warm smile, though a hint of unease tugs at you. Miriam’s gaze feels unusually intense, leaving you slightly unsettled. You recall that you both got on well in school, so you’re unsure what might have shifted between you.

“Good. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you all, Jamie and I were just talking about—” Miriam trails off, her gaze fixed on James as he smoothly takes the shopping bag from you, allowing you to take Henry. Had you been fully listening, you would’ve frowned at the use of your nickname for James.

The transition is so effortless that it’s clear it’s well-practiced. You settle Henry comfortably on your hip, deftly rummaging through your purse until you find a pacifier. You gently pop it into his mouth, and Henry’s head droops onto your shoulder as he begins to suck contentedly, letting out a sigh that suggests he’s found his perfect spot.

James’s gaze is lovesick as he watches you. His heart catches in his throat as he sees you effortlessly produce a pacifier for his son. He’s well aware that your purse likely holds other baby essentials, even if you’d deny it. As he observes you, his thoughts drift, overwhelmed by the profound realization that Henry has a mum in his life— you.

You’re so focused on settling Henry that you don’t even notice Miriam’s silence, and James, so absorbed in you, is barely aware of her presence. You smile up at him while gently rocking his son, and James thinks, This is it. I have everything I’ve ever wanted.

Miriam turns to Sirius with a lowered voice, “I thought they were just friends. They were in school.”

“They were never just friends. Y/n has always been James’s weakness. Now she’s his son’s too.”

please reblog or comment with your thoughts! they are very appreciated and keep me motivated to keep writing! 🤍