#thank you for bein patient it means a lot ^^

[ceo-mochee]

Hppy 9th anniversary to MCSM!!! I don't rlly got much rn so uhhhh

GO MY TNT MANIAC THAT I'M SO UNHEALTHYLY OBSESSED WITH 💥💥💥💥💥💥

(Made him for an art collab hehe)

Plus some other old (Lukxel) sketches I've been hiding too, all from a fanfic I'm currently fighting myself to finish LOOLLL

[crazylittlejester]

just wanted to let y’all know ive seen the asks some of y’all have sent related to me sayin theres no fic tonight and i really appreciate em, i will just have to answer em all the morning because i accidentally made myself really really sick so im gonna go to bed early, but i see your asks and they mean a lot 🫶 i love you guys thanks for bein’ nice to me, and also for being so patient 😭

[redheadspark]

Hey Hii I love your writings!

Could you write something about Druig and the fem avenger (maybe black widow) reader? If you don't write Druig, it could be Shang-Chi. I love both of these guys so much! Thanks in advance~

A/N - THIS IS GREAT! Sorry for not writing this soon, but I do hope you like it, Anon!

Breathe

Summary - After the Emergence, Druig get a call from an old flame

Warnings - Just some fluff with a HINT of angst

The phone rang at least three times before Druig could answer it, fishing out the phone from the bottom of his duffle bag he packed from his village in the Amazon.

“ ‘Ello?” He asked, Instantly he was going to be bombarded by questions on the other end of the line.

“Druig?!  What in the hell?!  Why is there a Celestial coming out of the Indian Ocean?”

“Sweetheart, can you take a breath for me?”

“How can I take a breath when there’s a massive Celestial statute sticking out of the Indian Ocean!  That has you name written all over it!”’

“Hey—“

“DO NOT HEY ME!  THIS HAD YOUR NAME WRITTEN ALL OVER IT AND YOU KNOW IT—“

“Stop!  Stop and take a breath for me please,”  Druig finally Said into the phone, looking up from his spot in the kitchen to see the rest of the Eternals outside the farmhouse and at the horse corral, talking together and laughing at something Phastos said.  Druig could see the inventor look over at Druig through the kitchen window, raising an eyebrow at him as if he was silently asking who he was talking to on the phone. 

Druig shook his head and walked back to the living room, plopping down on the couch to rub his face as he heard you on the other line.  You were taking a few long breaths, trying to calm yourself down as Druig was patiently waiting on the couch.  Finally, after what seemed like a good minute or two of you breathing and calming yourself down for Druig to hear, Druig finally spoke.

“Druig, that Celestial is on every news channel all over the globe, and my boss is looking for answers,” You explained to him on your end of the phone, “You need to explain some things to me, as much as you can,”

“Your Boss, as in the Winter Soldier?” 

“More as in the new Captain America,” You replied, “Sam is not keen in not knowing what is going on around the globe, especially if it’s extraterrastial related.

“I’m sure you can whip something up from your Black Widows days, bein’ an ex-spy at all,” Druig said in almost a tease, you inhale sharply.

“Druig, this is not funny. I’m worried that something else is stirring up and you have something to do with it,” You explained wholeheartedly.

“I know, luv,” Druig replied, “I don’t mean to make it light.  But it was a near Emergence that we had to stop before the end of the world,”

A pause was heard on your end.

“Emergence?” You asked him.  Druig sighed heavily.

“It’s a lot to explain,” He started to explain to you, but the house suddenly started to vibrate.  Druig had to paise, feeling the walls and floor shake beneath his feet as he slowly stood up.  It might have felt like an earthquake, not as big as the one he felt a week prior when Tiamut became active under the earth’s surface.  After hearing some of the horses from the corral neighing in agitation, the soft sounds of what sounded like a jet high in the sky were coming towards the farmhouse.  

But this didn’t sound like a typical jet.

Phastos and the others came running into the farmhouse, Druig shot up from the couch and looked over at him as Phastos was pointing towards the front of the house, “You hear that?”

What is it? Makkari signed as the rounds of the jet were coming closer and closer within seconds.  Druig was just as confused at first.  Yet it only took him a few longs to recognize the sounds of the jet, he’d heard it all too well many times before.  His own heart both dropped and seated faster at the same.

“Honey….please don’t tell me I’m hearing your jets out here in South Dakota,” Druig said slowly in the phone to you as the Jet was now sounding beyond loud, almost right above the farmhouse as Phastos shot him a look.

“Honey?!  Who in the hell is Honey?” He asked as Druig walked out through the front doors hastily, the others hot on his heels.  Right in front of the farmhouse, a Jet was lowering down onto the grass.  It looked sick, black in color, and almost decked out with plenty of firepower to boot.  To anyone else, it would seem threatening and intimidating since there was no way of knowing where the jet came from and who was flying it.  

But to Druig, he knew exactly who it was.

“Is that an Avenger’s Jet?!” Phastos son Jack yelled out in excitement as the jet finally touched down on the ground, the wind dying down and the jet turning off slowly.  

“Jack, get in the house!” Phastos huffed at his son as the ramp was lowering slowly.  Druig was watching the ramp with steady eyes, turning off the call on the phone as he saw boots descending down the ramp at a rapid pace.  

Light brown hair in a high ponytail, braids embedded in the locks as bright green eyes were drilling into Druig's blue orbs.

You, in your ex-widow outfit, walking straight to Druig with no signs of slowing down.

"Who in the hell?" Phastos asked as Thena stood in a protective and threatened stance, Makkari looking in confusion. But you were not focusing on them, only on Druig who was giving you a sincere look and a small smile.

Once you were nose to nose, Druig's smile briefly widened.

"Hello Sweetheart," he hummed to you, though you were simply giving him a hard stare

Within a second, you punched him hard.

The others gasped as Druign grunted and took the blow, ducking a bit as you glared at him with clenched fists. Makkari was about to run over at you when Thena grabbed her arm to stop her. Druig reluctantly held out a hand to the others at the porch as he grasped his nose.

"It's fine...I'm fine," He called out, inhaling sharply as he looked back at you with a sigh, "I deserved that one, didn't I?"

"That is for keeping me in the dark with this Celestial, and for not calling me back in a whole month! I was this close to flying out to see if you were still alive in the Amazon!" You huffed at him as he grasped part of his nose. He squinted in pain.

You rolled your eyes, reaching over to move his fingers to the right spot on his nose.

"Don't worry, I didn't break it. It'll bruise and that's it," You mumbled, Druig grinning as you through the same pain he was feeling along his nose, "Druig, you scared me, and I know deep down this Celestial has something to do with you,"

"It does, luv," He replied as he then gestured to the group that was watching from the porch, "These are the other Eternals,"

You looked over, seeing the three of them watching with a hint of amusement on their faces from your punching the mind controller in the nose. Your eyes went wide, Phastos awkwardly waving while both Thena and Makkair just grinned and nodded in your direction.

"Your family?" You asked Druig as you looked back at him.

"Some of them. We lost some along the way, but we're all that left with two others," Druig explained as he took your hand in his, "We stopped the Emergence and saved the world,"

"Oh...okay," You sighed and rang your fingers over your face, "This is a lot to take in,"

"I'll say," Phastos muttered under his breath as Thena walked over a little bit with her intense eyes on you.

"You know Druig?" She questioned you, you were about to say something when Druig reached over to lace your fingers together, palm to palm. Your fingerless gloves against his own calloused hand were a natural feel for you two to have, and you've had this sensation for some time as the others finally realized what was going on.

"You're dating.....and Avenger?" Phastos asked Druig, Makkari grinning from ear to ear and almost bouncing on her toes.

I have questions! She signed rapidly as you felt a tint of blush on your cheeks.

"Technically she's an ex-Black Widow who was recruited to the Avengers," Druig explained, Makkari was now running over in a blistering pace as she was beaming so bright at you from the news of your title. You were taken back slightly, but the smile on her face was warm.

Black widows are the stuff of legend! Please tell me all you know! She signed to you so quickly her fingers were literally dancing in front of your face. You were smiled and signed "Yes," Makkari giggled and looking at Druig.

I like her! She said to Druig as he finally fully smiled.

"Yeah, I like her too, Kari,"

The End

[guzmabuglord]

AUGUST’S MUSE MIXUP MADNESS — A CHANGE IN CIRCUMSTANCE!

“UNDERNEATH MY NAME, IT SAYS ‘HE EARNED HIS LIFE!’”

[pt: Underneath my name, it says he earned his life end pt]

Yo! I’m Guzma. Name’s a work in progress, so don’t be too mean bout it, yeah?

I’m the twice-champion of the Alola league. Yeah, Kukui made it, but it ain’t rigged, promise. I’m just stronger than all the other guys who competed in it! Ha!

Tryin to train for round three PLUS workin on professor stuff with Kukui’s been… real hectic, yknow? but I’m workin hard!

…I’m kinda jittery bout bein on here, to be honest. Like a Wimpod, I guess. ha. just— be patient with me, arright?

oh, wait— Here’s my team.

Really love my guys a lot!! Ask me for pics if you want em. Golisopod’s my ace, if that matters.

…thanks for readin? or something?

((OOC UNDER CUT!))

YA BOY’S FIRST MUSE MIXUP MADNESS BABEYYY!!! WOOHOO!!

this is Guzma, starring in a change in circumstance with @burgundy-twice !!! GO CHECK HIM OUT!!!

he’s younger and softer and an alolan champion, is the gist of it. look at my boy go!

EVERY SORT OF ASK IS OPEN (pelipper mail, musharna, normal ask, etc)!! get interactions with this guy while he’s still around!!! he won’t be for too long!!

all posts will be tagged with #muse mixup madness and #twicechamp guzma !!

have a bugterful day everyone!! happy august!! :3

[ya-what--ya-erster]

@bigmack2go you gotta name this for me

....

.......

.............. It's almost astonishing how long it took Spot and Race to figure out that they were soulmates. 

"Eight years of dumbassery." According to Jack (who was no better about figuring things out with David).

But the important thing is that they did indeed find each other. 

"Tell me again how it happened?" Elmer asks for the millionth time. He's a hopeless romantic, just a little bit. He's patiently waiting for his soulmate, being eight, and since Race and Spot's story is short and sweet (and because he lives with them), he chooses them as the victims of his fascination with soulmates. Spot finds it a little annoying, but Race loves reliving the moment. 

So he throws back the rest of his energy drink, smiles charmingly at Spot (who rolls his eyes), and tells Elmer yet again. 

"On Halloween five years ago, we was gettin' ready to head out to this party, and Spot fell down the steps and cut his knee open somethin' awful. So when I was patchin' him up, I noticed I'd bleed through my pants, on my knee. Naturally, I just shrugged that off cause I have a high pain tolerance and find random injuries on myself all the- hey look." Race points to a little bruise forming on the side of his leg. "I don't even know where that one came from. I don't think it was you, was it Spottie?"

"You're gettin' off track, Racer. And no, it wasn't me." Spot rolls his eyes affectionately at the blonde sitting next to him. 

"Huh. Weird. ANYWAYS. I totally ignored it and then as we're walkin' down the street, Spot's like, 'Dude what happened to your knee?' And I'm like 'somethin' stupid probably' and he's like 'thats the same as mine.' And so of course I'm like, 'that's an awesome coincidence!' And he's like 'you fuckin' dumbass, Race, it means we're soulmates.' And then he kissed me."

"Wow." Elmer says with stars in his eyes, even though he's heard the story a million times. 

"Yeah." Race snuggles up close to Spot, who makes a face but accepts him into his arms and eventually allows the corners of his mouth to turn upwards into a pleasant expression. 

"Course we wrote to each other, too. Which was always confusin'. Race coulnd't make up his mind about anything. Hate tacos one day and the next he likes 'em. Favorite color goin' from blue to green. Bein' a dancer to bein' unemployed."

"To defend myself on that last one being a dancer could practically be considered unemployed sometimes. I dunno about them others."

"You're just crazy, I guess."

"I guess." Race sits up and turns to Elmer. "You can go next door to hang with Buttons if you want, but I want you back here by five, got it?"

"Yep! Thank you!" Elmer bounces up and dashed out the door without a single seconds thought.

"That kid." Race laughs. Elmer's been living with them through the foster system for a year now, and Race and Spot are both glad to see that he has gotten a lot happier since the day he arrived. They are planning on bringing up the idea of adopting him sometime soon. And Race is certain he'll be open to it. 

"I've gotta leave for work in an hour." Spot says, shifting his weight in his seat.

"I'm gonna head in twenty minutes. Go practice for the show comin' up or something."

"Alright."

...

"Nice shiner." Boots says to Race, walking by.

"Nice- what?" Race asks.

"Shiner. Bruise. Black eye. Take your pick." Boots says.

"Wasn't me." Race rolls his eyes. "Must'a been Spot. Probably got in a fight."

"Thought he was getting better about that?"

"He is. But he still gets into 'em on occasion."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah, a little. Think I'm gonna write out my routines on my arms when I get home to get back at him. He hates it when I do that."

"Have at it. But right now, get your tap shoes on before Denton kills you, or worse, drops you from the show."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Probably kicked hiself in the face again." Spot mutters to himself, looking into the mirror. He starts to put some makeup over it so he can head to work, but he stops as he sees writing on his arm.

Please don't cover it. I need it.

Spot hurries to pick up a pen.

Not the weirdest thing youve ever asked for I guess

Thank you

Anything for you mi amor

Spot washes the interraction off of his arm to avoid trouble with his boss, and heads out the door.

"Okay, what did you do?" Race asks Spot as he closes the door to their apartment behind him.

"What?" Spot asks.

"The black eye. Who did you fight?"

"It wasn't you? I just though you had gotten a good kick to the face again."

"One time."

"So it wasn't you?"

"No it wasn't me! I thought it was you!"

"So then how do we have a black eye?"

"My friend Crutchie has two soulmates." Elmer pitches in quietly.

"So we just, just have another soulmate, you think?" Race asks.

"What other explanation is there?" Spot rolls his eyes. "All this time..."

"Wait! I have an idea! Let's write to them!"

Spot nods and pulls the pen out of his front shirt pocket.

He writes a quick hello and the two wait.

After five minutes of nothing, they just sit down on the couch, defeated. 

Two weeks later, Race pulls out his phone to read the news, like he does every evening, this evening doing it with a slight aggression. 

Man Arrested For Abuse of Son and Wife

Henry DaSilva (51) was arrested this evening for the abuse of his son (25) and wife (50). DaSilva has two other children who have never been harmed. His wife recieved the worst of the inhuries, with a broken arm and shattered glass entered in her left chest and shoulder area. The son suffers injuries as well, though less extreme. A black eye and marks across his back that suggest some form of whipping-

"Spot." Race shakes Spot's shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Look on my back for me."

"Weird, but okay?"

Race pulls his shirt up and Spot gasps when he sees it.

"Marked up?" Race asks.

"Yeah. It's like you've been-"

"Whipped." Race fills in, handing his phone containing the article to Spot. 

"Holy shit." Spot says as he reads. "First of all, that could be our soulmate. Second of all, that's a huge invasion of privacy-"

"Is there a picture?" Race asks, snatching his phone back. He scrolls for a moment, and does indeed find a picture of the family, blurring out the two siblings that were mentioned to not have been harmed. 

"Crazy invasion of privacy." Spot repeats. 

"I know." Race agrees. "But damn. Look at that hair, and his smile, I really hope this guy is our soulmate."

"I don't know about this, Race."

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno, I just don't want to get our hopes up."

"I'm callin' Jack anyways. He knows everyone in the city who has a shitty family situation."

...

"He has an address for us. Let's go."

"Race, it's Christmas. And Elmer's going to be home in two hours."

"Then that's two hours we have to go find our soulmate!" Race pulls Spot onto his feet and leads him to the doorway, frantically pulling on his shoes. 

"Please, just wait!"

Race freezes. "What's wrong?"

"I just... you're still gonna love me if we find this guy and he's the most perfect thing you've ever seen, right?"

"Oh. Spot, I love you. So much that the universe decided we have to be together. If there's someone else meant for us, I ain't gonna love you less."

"Okay. Okay, then let's go!"

...

Race knocks on the apartment door and waits as he hears shuffling inside. 

"Hello?" The gorgeous redhead opens the door, and... there's no black eye on this boy. 

"Oh, uh, hi." Race manages to say through his disappointment. 

"Can I help you two?"

"No, uh, sorry. We thought... well we read on the news about your dad and we thought you might be our soulmate, but clearly not, so sorry to bother you." Race reaches in and begins to pull the door shut in front of him, but the boy stops him. 

"You're looking for my brother." The boy says. "I'm Tommy, you can come inside. I can call him over."

Spot and Race hesitantly follow him inside the apartment and sit themselves on the edge of the couch after being given permission. 

In the kitchen area is the woman Spot assumes is the mother, and a girl of about eight is sitting at the table and sneaking bites of the strawberries the woman is cutting up. 

"He'll be here soon. You two are welcome to hang around."

"We should probably call El and tell him we ain't gonna be home for a while." Race suggests. 

"If you have someone at home, you can have them come by too. Mama's making dinner. She'll be happy to feed ya."

"We couldn't-"

"But I just said you could, didn't I?" Tommy cuts Spot off. "Who is it?"

"Our son." Race says with a smile. "This is his first Christmas with us, so I hope you really don't mind if we drag him out here?"

"Not at all. We'd love to have him."

...

Elmer and the Potential Soulmate arrive at the same time. 

Elmer runs inside and sits down with a flop next to Spot and Race. 

"Who the fuck are these-"

Potential Soulmate freezes as he processes what's in front of him. 

"How the hell-"

"I'm Race." Race says immediately. "I'm your soulmate. And so's Spot. We're all soulmates. And we came to find you."

"His name's Albert, since he's clearly not speaking for himself." Tommy says after a minute. 

"Fuck you." Albert snaps at him. "I just... you guys? You guys are my soulmates?"

"It appears so." 

"Prove it."

Race snatches a pen from Spot's shirt pocket and draws a penis on his hand quickly.

"You little shit." Albert cusses. But there's a smile growing on his face.

"I'm an artist, what can I say?"

"You're not an artist. You're a dancer. You told me so. Assuming you're the dancer and Spot's the one who works an office job."

"You'd be correct there."

"I thought so. You're more the type to dance."

"Wait, so you knew there was three of us?"

"Um. Yeah? You'd have to be kind of stupid not to." 

"That's low, and to say to your soulmates! You just met us!"

"Race is an idiot." Spot says. "And I'm inattentive. We thought it was just us."

"Spotty!" Race frowns dramatically. "I'll have you all know I'm actually really smart!"

"It's true." Spot says with a proud smile, holding Race's hand. 

"I went to college for smart people stuff. Science-y and math-y and all. And I graduated." 

"But you didn't put it together that you had two soulmates?"

Race shrugs. "Too busy-" He covers Elmer's ears with his hands- "Too busy fucking my husband to thing I could be gettin' on someone else too."

Albert laughs. 

The three look around at each other, all feeling a sense of completion. 

"So wait." Albert cuts into the silence. "You guys are married?"

"Yeah." Race smiles. 

"Oh."

"We're gonna marry you, too, someday. If you decide you want to." Spot adds. 

Albert laughs. "Someday, I might say yes. New question, who's the kid?"

"Foster kid. He's been with us a year."

Albert sits down on the couch next to Elmer. 

"You guys are really living the life." He says. 

"Honestly, for the last two weeks it's felt pretty empty, Al. Cause we just wanted to find you."

"What would you do if I kissed you?" Albert asked.

"I don't know. You better give it a go." Race throws out his best charming smile. 

And so maybe they kiss. And maybe Albert and Spot kiss too. And maybe they all spend their Christmas evening happier than they've ever been. 

When it's time for them to go, Albert insists he has to go back to his own apartment. 

"But why?" Elmer frowns. "I want you to stay with us and be my new dad."

Albert thinks the boy seems near tears, so he picks him up and looks him in the eyes and says, "I promise I'll come say hi tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay." Elmer gives a big, gap-toothed grin. "I love you." 

He wraps his arms around Albert and Albert knows immediately that he will do anything for this little boy. 

Elmer jumps out of Albert's arms. "We have to go home! The sooner I sleep the sooner he comes back!"

"What about Christmas?" Race asks jokingly.

"Daddy is the best present ever!" 

Albert smiles at Elmer's enthusiasm. 

"I'm glad you guys found me." Albert says, studying the floor. 

"So are we." Spot replies.

"We'll see you tomorrow?" Race can't exactly contain his excitement.

"Hell yeah." Albert nods.

"Hell yeah!" Elmer screams. 

[miqojak]

Send 🏅 to see a screenshot or gpose of which you are especially proud.

Obscure Screenshot Meme

I've been AGONIZING over this, since I have a ton of old screenshots of which I'm proud - I'll look at a photo-shoot and be like 'this is my favorite'... then I'll say the same thing about the next one! The first ones here are because I just...the lighting/shadows just get me (a character half in shadow is just a sweet spot for me, especially when it's thematic for them), the door's colors tying in with the outfit - and really, because I kinda accidentally made this outfit all on my own and fell in love with it! It's mostly Solona's stuff, except for the shoes, but all from different outfit packs... and I just like how the high-waisted skirt works so well with the Hilda shirt! (I also can't help but love the very subtle middle-finger Jak is giving in the first one - as if to say 'eyes up higher, pal!') Plus I just can't stop using Reshade's 'magic border' feature that makes screenshots pop, and I'll never not love that.

These beach ones are because once again, I'm in love with vivid colors!! Plus it's really, really hard to get a picture with the fireworks and time it just right - no matter what tools you're using, it's just about timing and patience, and... the ADHD means I'm not the most patient person when I'm excitedly waiting on something, so this was an endeavor...and then I ended up with several good shots with different color-bursts of fireworks, and was like... well, you can only cram so many shots on a post before it's cluttered, so I picked one with the green/yellow color burst because that's the color of her eyes! Here, I can toss out a couple other contenders - the double burst of fireworks for cool factor, or the almost-bi-colors for bein' heckin' gay! (I came very close to using that one, but the tie-in to her eye color was too good!) PLUS it has proven quite difficult to find a swimsuit that I feel good putting Jak in... one where it feels like she could feel sexy - but it's not just thin strips of cloth that make me feel like she's a piece of meat on sale. She doesn't mind people looking, but you can't give it all away! (It also cracks me up that the lighthouse lights are like, highlighting her butt? xD She'd approve, she's proud of her assets! )

Last but not least - I love re-visiting screenshots I tried to do when I was new, and tackling them anew now that I have a lot of practice under my belt. They're usually not exactly the same, but in the same or similar vein, as an homage - and this is basically what I had in my head when I first made Jak, and I had to use the anemos jacket as her leather jacket! The Streetwear set was a godsend for her, as well as the Yorha stuff, but I've never had any qualms about most of the base Miqo racial gear - Jak likes her skirt! As a former 'streetrat' as she was so 'lovingly' dubbed by her now-partner, she learned that if people are admiring the view, they're not as likely to notice that you've robbed them blind while they let base animal instinct distract them. But here, I get to finally envision her tattoos, her style, her attitude... I've been really working on my expression-work (it's not easy), because Jak is expressive! I want to convey a little more than the base emotes give, most times (though there's nothing wrong with a /sneer most days... I just want more brow movement sometimes! XD) Also! The Yorha explorable zone is just... top notch for Gpose shots for her! I'd love more diverse backdrops (And I do mix it up at times!), but this one is so often the best suited to her aesthetic, that I keep coming back and using different areas of it.

Thank you so much for this ask! Sorry it took a bit for me to decide...then I got long-winded, as usual!

[lewmagoo]

The final part of we own the sky was fantastic!!!!

‘Off to Amelia Elementary you went, with Amy talking up a storm, far too awake for the early morning hour. You simply listened to her, amused, as she asked Rhett question after question. He answered them all with patience, happy to entertain her curiosity.’

‘When he pulled into the carpool line, he threw the truck into park and slid out of his seat, boots scraping against pavement. He reached out and took Amy’s small hand in his, guiding her out of the truck. You watched fondly as the girl wrapped her arms around his middle, and he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.’

That part just made my heart swell and my eyes tear up. It’s so sweet how rhett is very patient when amy asks a lot of questions and then kisses her on the top of her head before she goes to school

Reading the part where they were looking for amy and driving away from the twister had me biting my nails the entire time

‘Both of you turned, eyes on the tornado. You reached out, grabbing for Rhett’s hand, fingers intertwining, holding on for dear life. He moved quickly, his body shielding yours and Amy’s. If things went south, he could not protect you, not from this, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.’ 😭😭😭

That last line is where I stopped biting my nails and just started crying

‘He thought of all she’d lost. She had endured the worst loss that anyone could suffer, and yet, she was the picture of strength and grace. He was so grateful for the mother he had. He knew that he put her through a lot by choosing to chase, after that very same thing had been what took her oldest son from her. And yet, she never once told Rhett to give up what he loved, even if it scared her to no end.’

Rhett being so appreciative of his mom and understanding the grief and hardships she’s had to go through made my heart ache so bad 🥲🥲🥲

“No. You did so much more than that. You go from bein’ fuckin’ terrified of twisters, to conquering one of ‘em. Pretty amazing if y’ask me.”

I love this part so much!! Not only because rhett is being his sweet self but because it’s so true!! The reader is so badass how she conquered her fear!!

‘He couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at his mouth at the sight of you, so effortlessly beautiful, and all his.’

I really needed a cute and fluffy moment like that after all the previous crying lmao

The ending was perfect with them moving in together, the reader getting a job overseeing the field-testing of weather devices and rhett testing storm chasing vehicles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Ready, honeybee?” Rhett asked you as you climbed into the truck. 

With a confident nod, you replied, “As I’ll ever be. Let’s go own the sky, baby!”

I LOVE IT SO MUCH WHEN THE TITLE OF THE FIC IS MENTIONED IN THE STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT MAKES ME LOSE MY MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!🫨🫨🫨

Thanks for the tag!!! 🩷🩷🩷

hehe, i love reading your little commentaries on each chapter! seeing all the little parts that stood out to you always does my heart good. thank you for always showing so much support, i'm very grateful. i had so much fun writing this series and knowing it has resonated with so many people means a lot to me. thanks for reading! 🥹💜

[a-mint-bear]

just like to say sorry for the lack of content lately, moving took a lot more out of me than i thought it would and ive got mad writer's block with this Boss Lady fic

im gonna try and write some different stuff to get the juices flowing in the mean time and then take another stab at it so thank you for bein patient y'all

ive been doing meetings and conferences the last week and a half and it's been eating up all my time and energy, but i keep getting ideas for writing and sticking them in the notes in my phone, stay tuned ✌️

[pacifistcowboy]

Can we get an update on that one dude you were obsessing over?

I’m invested at this point.

(It’s alright if you don’t feel comfortable sharing)

jejsfjejchwjf sure!!

yesterday i went to his house n watched star wars with him and two of his friends which was fun and indicated that he does in fact enjoy my company, but it left me more doubtful of him having romantic interest in me :[

we sat on the same couch n he asked me multiple times to move over ‘cus our knees would be touching or something, which obviously is fine but it got me thinkin’ that if he’s bothered by even slightly touching me then he probably doesn’t like me romantically.

the first time we interacted i got the slightest vibe he might’ve liked me, and it was only later when i got feelings for him, so since i kinda thought there was a chance the feelings were reciprocated, i let my feelings run wild and didn’t try to stifle them. but now that i think he only likes me platonically, i feel like a creep for fantasising about kissing n cuddling him shdjshfh :/

but then today at college i got the vibe again that there’s still a chance he could maybe like me??? idk!! we stare at each other a lot but that might be because i’m the only friend sitting in front of him and not beside him, and tbf he and one of our friends also did a lotta staring at each other today so that could just be a thing he does.

so uh i definitely still have a crush on him! but it luckily hasn’t made me unable to be normal with him (“normal” lmao. we ain’t normal but you know what i mean) and i can handle this stage i’m in right now of not really knowing if he likes me back. i’m hoping it’ll become clear sometime soon so i can know if i should tell him how i feel or try to move on from these feelings. but i’m patient :]

thank u for the ask n for bein’ intrigued by my funky journey of discovering i do in fact experience romantic attraction!!

[parieha-aaa]

@earthssprout​ asked:  WHAT ARI LACKED IN RESOURCES, SHE MADE UP FOR IN HEART; she had spent the entire day prior to this Very Special One gathering only the loveliest flowers she could find—that means no missing petals, and the petals that were there must be without any blemishes ( though Ari knew that these imperfect flowers were special in their own way, so she only gathered and tucked them away for a later use ).

The stems of the flawless blooms were then weaved into the thick band of Chuuya's hat, so it looked as if the flowers had sprouted from it. An accessory that seemed so plain before was now made bright by this sprinkle of color, and Ari kept adding and adding, till it was nearly more flowers than hat.

Ari had done this with careful hands, for she was sure that this hat was Very Important to Chuuya, as he wore it every day, and it would not make for a good Birthday Surprise if she had somehow RUINED his Very Important hat. She used these same hands to place the hat back on his nightstand. Then she stood back for a moment and smiled wide, feeling both proud of her hard work and hopeful that Chuuya would like his new decorations.

So there little Ari waited quietly, watching Chuuya sleep peacefully until the Sun finally peeked through the blinds. That's how Ari knew it was time to wake up! Knowing it would be a disruptive sort of effort to scale the side of his bed ( as she always required Chuuya's assistance with that task ), Ari chose to wake him from where stood instead, stretching her little arm as far as it could reach and giving his shoulder a gentle tap!

" haaa … happy birthday, Papa! " The child cheered, though she made sure to do so softly, as no one liked loud noises first thing in the morning. She gave his shoulder a few more gentle taps—tap, tap, tap—just to be sure, and then she stepped back, smiling wide and bouncing on her feet. Oh, how EXCITING!

Ari waited patiently for him to do what he must. Then, when he would finally turn his attention to her, she hoped that he would notice his Very Important hat as well. To be sure, she took a step closer to the nightstand.

" I … I mmm … I made this for Papa, please! f — for his Happy Birthday! "

         oh  ,  it  would  take  a  lot  for  him  to  be  anything  but  pleased  when  ari  was  the  one  waking  him  up  ,  hangover  or  otherwise  .  still  ,  he  cracks  a  smile  when  she  presents  herself  to  him  over  the  edge  of  his  bed  .  blue  eyes  catch  the  sight  of  his  own  hat  upon  the  tiny  girl’s  head  ,  encircled  with  carefully  crafted  and  secured  flowers  of  varying  types  .  (    he  hadn’t  taught  ari  hanakatoba  yet  ,  but  he  sure  intended  to  ,  one  of  these  days  .    )    thankful  to  wake  up  on  his  own  time  ,  chuuya  slowly  and  sluggishly  drug  himself  to  sit  upright  ,  helping  ari  up  to  the  bed  with  a  mere  trace  of  a  finger  ,  the  one  that  allowed  him  to  do  magical  ,  unbelievable  things  with  a  wave  of  his  hand  .  once  she  was  up  there  ,  he  set  her  down  in  front  of  him  ,  amused  by  her  antics  with  verlaine’s  hat  ,  now  his  own  for  years  .          ❝    mornin’  ta  you  too  ,  darlin’  .    ❞     he  says  ,  optics  fond  as  he  spares  her  the  gravity  of  the  gaze  he  gave  onto  others  .  with  a  pretend  hum  ,  he  lifts  a  finger  to  his  chin  as  if  to  analyze  his  own  thoughts  .     ❝    my  birthday  ?  you  think  ?   ah  ,  jeez  ,  gettin’  one  year  closer  to  bein’  some  old  geezer  .  you’d  still  love  me  as  a  grumpy  old  guy  ,  right  ?   ❞     rhetorics  aside  ,  he’s  smiling  ,  running  a  hand  right  through  the  girl’s  locks  and  ruffling  them  as  sweetly  as  he  could  muster  .  she  deserved  nothing  but  the  best  ,  after  all  .      ❝    heh  ,   may  be  my  birthday  ,  but  it’s  our  day  .  so  waffles  or  pancakes  for  breakfast  ?  which  d’ya  like  ?    we’ll  have  ‘em  with  sprinkles  ‘n  all  that  mess  ,  too  .     ❞ 

[bullseye-stoddard]

"Oh, so it's kinda like a decathalon? Sorta?" Bullseye asked, trying to wrap his mind around what the Grand Prix could involve. He knew about human sporting events like the Olympics, but he still could not really wrap his mind around magic and how it could be done competitively. "Sorry, 'm jus'…always a li'l in th' dark when it comes t' magic. Despite bein' a Magick myself, I couldn't tell you nothin' 'bout other kinds. Th' fact that I don' even like t' fess up t' my own skills don' help none either." He held out his glass for Paul to refill it, thinking over what he was saying. He still could not grasp vampires wanting to do something like that, because as Paul said, participating meant exposing themselves. "I can even fathom that, an' I'm one o' 'em. I mean, I guess they had their reasons, an' it's great that they were able t' get somethin' like that started. But you know, I'm one o' th' weird ones that likes t' hide away. Plenty o' vampires are better at passin' through th' human world than I am, so I can only guess they saw beyond th' risks t' themselves an' looked at the benefits t' others instead." He took a sip of his drink, then said softly, "Wish I could be that brave." Bullseye was glad to hear that he was not the only person who did not know Lightning. So he probably was not the only one in town who had given him a blank stare when he announced who he was. "Ah, that 'splains a lot. Glad t' know I'm not th' only one outta th' loop. I guess it's a lot smaller o' a loop than I thought! But I gotta say, I can understand a li'l bit o' how hard it is t' get outta your comfort zone. I mean, I came from th' opposite end, wit' no one knowin' me an' me havin' t' adjust t' bein' out among people ag'in. But I can see how th' opposite would be hard too. Least I wasn't th' only one burstin' his bubble!" He chuckled at Paul's assessment, again willing to give Lightning a little benefit of the doubt. "We were all stupid an' young once. In my case, I'm still kinda both, though th' latter's mostly in th' looks department. But I ain't nearly as worldly as I should be after almost two centuries, so maybe I'm still more young than I really wanna let on." Things were hard back in Bullseye's youth, and the crux of the matter was that if he had not come across Pete and the Round Up gang, he might well have starved to death, since no one else had taken pity on him. "Yeah, they do mostly get that part righ' in th' movies. It was tough back then, an' when it was hard t' make a decent, law-abidin' livin', it prob'ly always seemed easier t' break th' law. But like I said, for me, it was more about findin' a place t' belong, even if that wasn't th' best place t' be." Paul's compliments would surely have made Bullseye blush if he was capable of doing so. As it was, he murmured, "Aw shucks," and stared down at his glass for a bit. Then, after taking another sip, he looked back up and said, "That's awful nice o' you, Paul, an' I'm glad you think so highly o' me. I'm tryin' t' be all that, an' I hope I'm doin' good. It's jus' hard for me t' see past my, er, other side. But I'm sure glad you can." Smiling, he continued, "I never 'spected t' meet someone like you, who wouldn't give me th' cold shoulder after findin' out what I am. You're one o' th' kindest, most helpful an' most patient people I've ever met period, an' bein' as I been 'round a darn long time, that's sayin' somethin." Raising his glass, he added, "Thanks so much for thinkin' so well o' me, an' thanks for bein' a wonderful friend yourself."

@doc-hudson

"Myeah" Paul nodded as he aired his drink a little, never minding that it didn't really needed it "'t's difficult to explain, really, you'd have to see a 'race' to fully get it. 's not only 'bout speed, but also 'bout agility 'n general and creativity to navigate obstacles -hell, Battle Specialty Sorcerers also do pretty well when they join"

He then took a sip of his whiskey, then moved towards the almost forgotten bottle in order to refill both his glass and Bullseye's.

"I feel like we owe them big time" he said, with a shrug "Those Vampires, I mean; I know the relationship you guys and the rest of the Magicks have 's pretty complicated-"

(Not unlike with the wolves).

"-and that Radiator Springs has a couple o' things to say 'bout their choices-" Doc added with a joking tone mostly to diminish the impact of it and maybe help Bullseye forget about the less-than-pleasant part of the story "-but I find it...I dunno, heartwarmin', in a way? That they spent so much of their time, money and effort helpin' a specially niche sport become bigger, specially when participatin' there would...you know, force a Vampire to expose themselves 'n a way, due to the rules"

It was...complicated. There wasn't much privacy there: people knew that if you participated on the Magick Grand Prix, you had to be a Magick and...well, one had to disclose what kind of Magick they were, which was easier for some of them: for those that were 'benign' Magicks or more common ones-

-even there, where different natures were celebrated, there were still a bit of taboos. It was rather ironic, and sad.

But things were changing, little by little, and the fact that Vampires had helped bring the sport to were it was today, helped a little.

'But in all fairness, most people prob'ly would know him. He jus' happened t' get stuck wit' th' one guy who's been under a proverbial rock for a hundred years.'

Paul laughed at that, shaking his head 'no' in return.

"Nah, 's okay. Again, we're part of a very niche sport an' the kid has a bit of an ego"

He paused.

"Had" he corrected "He's well-known 'n some circles, specially 'round California, but he's spent so much there that I guess he forgot what it was like outside o' 'em. That's why he had a hard time adaptin' to bein' a somewhat-average-Joe again; Again, 'm sorry he didn't give you a glowin' first impression he's just...a little bit stupid and young"

And he couldn't help but laugh at that part because...well, in a way, he was, too, compared to Bullseye: young.

(Also, a little bit stupid, he guessed, since wisdom came along with age most of the time).

Again, It was easy to forget about...well, that, about the age difference between them when they were ironically physically inverted and...well, it was an exercise in suspension of disbelief, too: for everything Paul knew about the wild west had been formed by books and movies (and the occasional comic book, sure), and as such felt like too far away of a time, felt unreal to him.

But it had been real to Bullseye: and his stories reminded Doc of that, and that things weren't always black and white; Things weren't about good and bad guys, and sometimes those classifications overlapped and didn't make the other worse or better because of it.

"Things were hard" he nodded "I get it: A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do an' sometimes that takes us places we probably wouldn't have gone to otherwise"

Bullseye being a former bandit was still a surprise, but Paul could accept it -probably because of how far away that part of his story was to the current day, and that the man admitted to being there along for the ride as opposed to really having his heart into it.

"You're probably one of the nicest people I know, Bullseye" he said, after taking yet another sip of his drink "and definitely the nicest old-timey bandit I've ever met"

That last part was, of course, said mostly in jest.

"I don't really care what you did before, nothin' 's changin' what I think and feel 'bout you: and that's that you're one of the kindest, most helpful, most patient people 'round here"

He smiled and uncharacteristically soft smile, as he looked at the other man.

"An' wonderful friend to have"

@bullseye-stoddard

[destructivour-aa]

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[starryeyed-char]

I know it's Sunday, but the update of The River's Curse should be up tomorrow

...please don't kill me

[keilemlucent]

been thinking,, about the fact that kei can sense when his babys brain is Too Full and is bein mean </3 will simply collect the poor thing in his arms before he proceeds to fuck every overwhelming and self depreciating thought out of their conscious, promising to let them talk about it after if they really want to 🥺

okay look i have been just... staring at this 🥺 thinking, having thoughts

(nsfw)

warnings: god, the reader cries a lot. dacryphilia, baby. keigo being manipulative in a nice way. reader had a bad day, keigo makes it better. 

keigo's uncomfortably good at reading people. he can keep up his own façade easily (if he has a good reason), and he's unparalleled in figuring out if he's dealing with someone putting up a front.

and considering how well he knows you, you don't stand a chance at hiding anything from him.

he can tell by the downward curve of the corner of your lips that not only are you sad, you're on the verge of goddamn tears. you tend to hole yourself up when you're in a bad spot, hunkering down until the sticky feeling has cleared from your chest. however long that is.

it's a good thing keigo is persistent.

when he gets home from his own day, a relatively good one that left a spring in his step, he can't help faltering when he arrives home and sees you cuddled up in a throw blanket on the couch. you hide the best you can, in a way that keigo recognizes it immediately. knees tucked beneath you and a big, doughy plushie squished in your arm.

you flash him a little sidelong look, eyes dim and puffy and give him the softest greeting he's heard from you in a while. something in his chest aches. it hastens him to tug off his jacket and get you in his arms as fast he can.

he still smells like cold air and his stale cologne. his wings tuck tightly to his back as he carefully slips behind you, pulling you into his lap. you push at his chest at first, muttering some nonsense about how you were 'fine' and he should 'shower while you got started dinner.'

"so that's how it is?" keigo pressed a few kisses to the back of your head. he ducks down to nip at your ear and breath his words as close as he can. "i don't want you dismissing how you feel."

you've already talked about it, how important it is for you to be honest and accept support when you need it. it's a work in progress, and keigo’s oddly patient. and resourceful.

you ball your hands into fists and chew on your lip. your brow creases and you rub at it with the meat of your thumb. if you had any less restraint, you would’ve whined and keigo knows it. 

he prods you, gently. asking about your day, spurring you to let loose that tight ball he knows it tangled in your chest. he can feel how rough your breaths are. how your heart thumps a little too fast for comfort. it quickens as he rubs his hands over your sides and tries to get you to open up for him. 

“i-i can’t, kei’,” you admit softly. you turn to lay you ear against his chest. your hand finds his, and you squeeze so hard, it makes his fingers ache. “n-not today. ‘m s-sorry. i don’t want to think a-about it.’

you sniffle and all of keigo’s resolve disappears.

“... you don’t want to think?” he asks, arms wrapping around you middle. 

you swallow and paw at your cheek with your free hand, “i-i’d be nice if i didn’t have to.”

he knows your overwhelmed.

(and he knows if he makes it worse, it’ll make you feel better, as fucked as the concept is.)

keigo clicks his tongue, tsking, and using a few feathers to raise your face so you’re nose-to-nose. he lowers his gaze, stroking over your tear-burned cheeks with a sad little smile.

“my baby doesn’t want to think, is that right?” his voice is syrupy sweet and it makes your shoulders go slack almost instantly. the gratification of seeing you already begin to let go goes straight to his dick. 

your nod, sweet and buttery, eyes wide.

he cups your face, keeping his grip firm on your jaw so you don’t dare think about anything other than him. if he can’t crack you open with small talk, he’ll happily fuck you brainless. 

“awww, sweetheart,” his tone is patronizing, but god, you need it. “you’ve been being too hard on yourself today, haven’t you?”

you chew your lip, leaning in his hold before nodding again. seeking quiet approval with your hands over his chest. seeking touch and praise, tentatively. you really are the sweetest.

“m-maybe,” you finally, finally, admit. “it w-wasn’t a good day, ‘kei.” 

“was it bad?”

“... r-really bad, keigo— “

and you, the sweet, tender little thing you are, burst into tears. 

keigo seizes the opportunity tuck your back to his chest, settling you in his lap with his wings circling the two of you. his stubbly chin rubs against your cheek as he uses one hand to rub away you fresh tears while the other slips lower.

you’re just wearing thin, sleep shorts. he massages high on your inner thigh, urging you with hushed whispers and praises. keigo is just ‘so proud of you’ —

“thank you for telling me,” he coos, slipping his hand over your covered sex. you jump in his hold and your cries stutter in your throat. cute. he chuckles, “awww, you’re just strung out and need some help.”

you nod again.

keigo takes hold of your jaw. hard enough to make a clear point as he meets your gooey gaze. 

“you have to say it, sweet pea.”

“... ‘m just having a bad time,” you so, so easily admit. more tears roll down your cheeks. “a-and i, um— “ 

you fumble as a sob gets stuck in your throat. but, keigo is patient. you’re almost there. 

he slips a hand into your shorts, past your panties and slides a single finger between your lips. you whimper and squirm as a few of keigo feathers pushed your legs over the top of his knees, forcing you thighs wide open for him. 

it’s a very, very pretty sight. and a beneficial one.

“almost there.” he whispers to you with a kiss.

he slips his hand away, only to pop a few of his fingers into his own mouth and wet them. quick as can be, he’s on you, circling you clit. slowly. enough to give you that final push to just give in.

“a-and i need h-help!”

keigo is so, so proud. god, he’s glowing as he picks up the pace of his teasing to full stimulation. he presses his lips to your neck, only giving you soft kisses and taking nothing.

“do you need me to take care of you?” he asks, teasing your slit and nearly moaning when he teasing your cunt and it so easily slicks his finger. 

“p-please.”

you let out a ragged sob as he presses a single finger into you. you’re tight, very tight, and it makes sense, giving how wound up and worked up you’ve been for the last however-many hours. he can work on that, temper it out of you just like he knows so well how to do. 

you’re still crying as he crooks his finger in yuor cunt, and he’s sure you’ll be weeping for the rest of the night. but, you need it. he’s sure you’ll lay against his chest in the early hours of the morning and really tell him what happened today that got you so upset, but for now?

for now, you just to forget and he’s happy to oblige. 

[reikeip]

Crossroad ♱ Crowd 1

Talks of death and depression

Location: Downtown

The next day

Koga: Sakuma-senpai~!

Rei: Hm. Oh, good mornin’... Puppy ♪

Koga: Who ya callin’ puppy!? And it isn’t the time to say good mornin’, it’s dusk already!

Is that it, ‘cause Sakuma-senpai is always abroad… are ya jet lagged?

Koga: Ah whatever! Look here look here, I brought the guitar ya left in the underground livehouse, Sakuma-senpai!

I’ve taken care of all the maintenance it needed myself, fufun ♪

So tonight, make sure ya charm everyone with a performance so flashy it makes ‘em swoon!

Rei: Oh~ guess that’s why I couldn’t find it… I see, Puppy’s been takin’ care of it for me. Good boy, good boy ♪

Koga: Don’t pat my head!?

Rei: Haha. What a good mood you’re in, Puppy… This past week, did ya get some thorough instruction from Bouzu? How much have ya improved?

Koga: Oh. My knowledge is growin’ so fast I’m even surprised myself~ that priest is surprisingly good at teachin’!

I can even play the hard chords an’ all that now!

He gives me too many annoyin’ lectures, which kinda gets on my nerves, but he did really help me step up my game!

So, I guess I can say I’m a bit grateful for ‘im!

Rei: If ya are thankful, thank ‘im in person… That guy had some prep work to do, so it seems he got to the live house before us today.

Ya should help ‘im out with all that stuff. And if ya can, get along with ‘im from here on out, I think you two are pretty compatible.

Koga: Eh~... How many times do I gotta say it, I want Sakuma-senpai to teach me!

I’ve been patiently sticking it out and following shitty glasses around everywhere, and today it ends!

‘Cause from now on, I’ll always be with Sakuma-senpai…♪

Rei: Ahaha. I did promise that if ya learned enough to impress me, I might teach ya.

Gonna make sure ya give me a big surprise an’ dazzle me, hey?

Koga: Leave it to me! I’ll perform something that’ll knock the socks of of everyone in the audience, includin’ you!

Ahh this is so exciting, today I’m gonna play the guitar until I collapse! hehehee ♪

Rei: (Haha. Young boys can be so energetic, he’s got these sparkly eyes… I might’ve been like that too, when I first started playing guitar.)

(When did I get like this—just a corpse… Nothing can excite me anymore, it’s like I’ve become a dark shell of a person.)

Koga: Sakuma-senpai? What is it, ya don’t look very lively~...are ya jet lagged after all?

Rei: Nnn~ no. …If ya want, ya can keep that guitar as a sorta gift.

I haven't touched the guitar in a while, an’ I just plan on singin’ today.

It isn’t really some luxury item~ Take it as an apology for draggin’ ya into our affairs.

Koga: Eh? You mean, I really get to have Sakuma-senpai’s guitar? Yahoo ☆

But, is that really alright? This, it’s the guitar you’ve used since you were young, right Sakuma-senpai? Don’t you think this should be a keepsake?

Rei: Hell do ya know so much about me for. I said so, so ya just take it, Puppy.

Today, I’m going to bury the ties which I’ve draggin’ ‘round since bygone days, forever.

So if I kept a memento like that close by, every time I saw it I’d think back on that very past…

It’d make me all depressed, so it’s best to hand it over to someone else~

If you don’t want it, that’s fine.

Koga: How could I not want it?! Thanks Sakuma-senpai, I’ll take good care of it ♪

Rei: Ahaha. Ah, what simple-minded happiness… Well, I guess ya are still just a kid.

Bein’ all grown up juuust isn’t as much fun as I thought it’d be…

If ya can, keep on bein’ a radiant child like ya are now. The innocent smile of a child, it’s everyone’s greatest joy.

Location: Underground Livehouse

Koga: Ooh…? What’s all this, the underground livehouse is a lot more fancy than it usually is!

Woah, looks like there’s a summoning circle or somethin’ drawn here!

Rei: Did ya not hear anythin’ about this from Bouzu?

Koga: Eh? Umm~... I was told that I was gonna stand on stage with Sakuma-senpai today, who came back from overseas.

I was really happy just hearing that, so I didn’t catch all the fine print.

Rei: Ya really should pay attention, yanno.

Hmmm… As I’d expect of ya, Bouzu. Looks like ya got yourself acquainted with the taste of the underground livehouse's regulars…

Rock n’ roll style huh? I don’t mind that~

This seems kinda old an’ tacky compared to rock nowadays, like an old classic style of rock. It’s nice, givin’ a sense of nostalgia…

I can’t admire the nostalgic feelin’ of the good ol’ days yet, I ain’t some senile old man~

(...Bouzu is gonna run the student council from here on out, so he’s gonna act as part of the establishment, ain’t he…)

(But ain’t rock anti-establishment at its core? Isn’t he contradicting himself? Or is he not ready to let go?)

(Have you lost your way? You’re struggling in that ravine between your worldly desires and ideals, aren’t you, Bouzu? That must be so tiring—I’ll dismiss your soul, and help carry it across.[1])

(Divin’ into the flames like that… If ya aren’t reincarnated, it means ya were a person who could only get that far.)

(Let us have a debate, for old time’s sake. Let us fight, pittin’ belief against belief.)

(After all, that’s how we met. I won’t let ya say you’ve forgotten that~ Keito.)

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Rei's making an extended metaphor about Buddhist reincarnation. 引導 is a Buddhist term that is said at funerals to wish the recently departed a safe travel into the next life. Most Buddhists will cremate their dead as they believe it'll speed up the cycle, which goes until that chain is broken by attaining Satori (some may know this as Nirvana, or as many other names), something like liberation, the quenching of the major evils of the soul. If you aren't reborn, you were as good of a person as you could be

[aweirdfan101]

I don’t know if you still write but I hope you don’t mind if I request something? Mono and Six get transported into Normal adult Modern(like normal earth )readers/Y/N’s House and Y/N/Reader becomes there Parent figure headcanon?? I apologize if I disturb you! Have a a nice Day/Night!

A

Hello dearie! How are you? Sorry this is little late, like my last post I was doing something’s that prevented me from writing for you. I wasn’t to sure on how to write this so please tell me if it was to your liking! I hope you have an amazing day or night! :)

Mono and six with GN Y/N becoming a parental figure headcanons

Household Care and Some Backstory

❣️It was a normal day, it was peaceful and calm and I was laying on my sofa. When all of a sudden, your TV turns into static and two random kids pop out of it.

❣️Wtf

❣️The two kids were startled and tried to fight me off, with a book. I show them I’m not gonna hurt them and don’t intend to. I began asking them questions about who they are, how did they end up here, why are they here, and just really what happened.

❣️They explain who they are but they don’t exactly know how they ended up here. One of the kids had a bag on his head and his name was “Mono.” The other kid had a yellow raincoat on and was named “Six.” They start exposing where they came from and how Mono has some weird TV powers.

❣️One more time, ✨W t f✨

❣️Six was a normal girl though( Six only got her powers because she absorbed some of Mono’s as seen in the game.) I felt bad because they must of been confused. I mean, they ended up being thrown into this world with no say in the matter.

❣️So I decided to take them in.

❣️Mono often enjoys talking with Six and saying how he’ll ‘protect her’, but to fair from what they said he’s done a pretty good job. In a way they’re like siblings. The thing Mono enjoys to do the most with Six is play video games that are purely focused on co-op.

❣️Six enjoys reading in her spare time surprisingly. I expected her to be a lot more..violent? But she enjoyed reading, and she also sometimes enjoy cooking with me. She isn’t half bad at it and often cooks meat related stuff for Mono, and bakes sweets for me.

❣️Getting Mono to clean is pretty easy, and he helps around the house pretty often. Cleaning with him is very relaxing because he often talks about his day and on rare occasions about his past and all the things he fought.

❣️Getting Six to clean can be..challenging to say the least.. She always talks about how she cooks for this household and shouldn’t be required to. Then I bring up how she burnt the pizza. Gets her to clean real fast. Whenever she cleans she tries to get it done fast, she rarely focuses on small talk. But she seems happy when I’m thankful for it.

Taking Care of Them

❣️They have nightmares often. Sometimes I stay by their bunk bed and sleep on the floor so they can be a little more comforted.

❣️When one, or both of them start screaming in their sleep I wait for them to wake up and they usually run up to me crying. Mono has Nightmares a lot more than Six, usually it’s about one of the monsters they faced back then harming Six or me. The monster he hates the most seems to be the ‘doctor.’ I usually have to hug and cuddle(platonic obviously) him and ask if he wants to sleep in my bed. When Six has Nightmares she usually wakes up gasping for air. She doesn’t like physical contact as much Mono does but prefers some sugar and hot chocolate. I usually hug her and offer for her to sleep in my bed.

❣️Since they use to live in a lot more hostile environment they are almost always on edge. I often try to keep them calm and tell them everything is okay, because truth be told, it is. Both of the, hate loud noises and yelling so I often keep my voice soft and gentle.

❣️Even though I try to be patient with them, some arguments can really drain the energy out me. When arguments get really bad, sometimes they hide somewhere in the house, Mono usually cries and Six usually just stays there being angry. I always find them and try to explain my point of view on the situation. I usually hug them and say it’s okay to be mad or sad.

❣️Sometimes they burnt-out like moments where they just get really sad and depressed, or really angry and destructive. In they end, both of them always end up crying into my arms and I do my best to comfort them. I usually hold back on household chores and make them some of their favorite foods. I usually let them sleep in my bed whenever these moments happen. Either Six or Mono, depends on whose the burnt-out one ends up sleeping in my bed too.

❣️Taking care of them is hard, but it’s fun to see them when they’re happy. It’s heartwarming when I see them smile while cooking with me, or playing video games with me, or even just talking with me. Even though we aren’t related by blood, in the end we will always be family.