#that or some place i can't remember exactly from when i was like. a toddler lol

[keeps-ache]

if you have 'default thoughts', which of these are closer to them ?

[bitter-me]

Hello. I was wondering if you could make a platonic Honkai Star Rail story with the reader being Sunday's child and but they ended up living with their mother because Sunday and the readers mother got a divorce when the reader was very young. it takes awhile but a few years but the reader returned to Penacony with their mother for a visit. (I was kind of inspired by Charlie and Lucifer's relationship from hazbin hotel) (But if you're uncomfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning, afternoon or goodnight😊)

Like Father Like Son

Sunday | M. Reader as his child (Platonic)

----------

"You can't stop DNA.."

----------

Penacony. Planet of Festivities.

Or rather..

His birthplace.

The place he never would have thought he'll visit.

He was young, yes, but the memory still sear into his brain like a stain on a white shirt. The fighting, the yelling. Everything.

To think he'll be going back to the place where these memories took place...

It left him on edge.

Sure there are some good memories. The laughter, the joy, the perpetual smiles.

He remembered how he would enter his father's office and saw him hard at work, those countless paperwork on his desk and that stern expression that softened once his eyes locked onto him. His precious son. His little angel.

Tales.. about his lofty dreams..

He would listen to it breathlessly.

A kind man with ambition. That was the type of man his father is. Although..

Through some other things.. that image began to stain. Leaving behind holes and stains on a picture perfect family.

.

.

.

Dewlight Pavilion. A place with insane security, even when it's "family" that's visiting. Paranoid much? But nonetheless, the place is exactly as he once remembered it was. Filled with puzzles and other security mechanisms. Why did he decide to go here again? To visit his father? Why is he doing this while his mother is busy lounging around at Golden Hour?

No matter.

It doesn't matter.

None of it matters.

After gently knocking at the door, he opened it and was greeted by a specious office and the man himself. His wings can't help but flutter at the sight of his father. After all these years...

"Long time no see.. father.."

"Ah, you finally arrived, [Name]. How was the ride?"

"It was nice, the driver was also very welcoming."

Getting up from his seat, Sunday approached his son, standing in front of him. He can't help but smile at the sight. "You've grown. Last I saw you, you barely even reached my waist."

[Name] laughed at his father's remark. "Ha ha! Oh but I was just a toddler back then."

They're very alike.

Both donning a perpetual smile, their auras are warm and welcoming, their clothing is equally fancy and well tailored.

They're more alike than they originally thought.

----------

As days passed by, their little family reunion went smoothly, no bumps on the road. As it should have been. Sometimes [Name] can't help but wonder if this is the life he'll live if only his parents didn't get a divorce. It's nice, it's warm. He feels.. complete..

A happy family at last.

----------

He doesn't like it.

He doesn't like him.

Not one bit.

He doesn't like the fact that this.. guest..

The mess, these shenanigans, the tricks they're pulling. Whatever this guest is doing, he doesn't like it.

How could he? When this wretch is plotting everything!? Who knows what goes through their head?! What if they try to do something to his now happy family?! What if they try to do something to Penacony?!

He can't have that! He won't allow it!

Not after "Death" had picked its prey.

After losing someone to that "thing" [Name] isn't too keen on letting something else go out of control.

As the son of the Family's Head. [Name] has rights to pretty much everything and the thought of this guest causing more harm doesn't sit right with him.

"Nice office."

"Thank you."

An invite from the one and only [Name], son of the Head of the Family. That's something no one in their right mind could refuse. How could they? It's him after all! The second most influential person in Penacony, second to his father.

The two casually walked through the office, while the guest is busy admiring the specious and luxurious office, [Name] had stopped in front of the giant aquarium in the office. One he had requested upon the construction of his very own office in the Dewlight Pavilion.

The light of the aquarium gently illuminates the room, giving it a nice blue glow. The fishes swim through the waters, unbothered and calm. They're safe after all. No predators are there to harm them. An aquarium is the most safest place for these creatures.

The guest soon noticed [Name]'s interest in the aquarium as they soon joined him at watching the fishes swim freely from one end to the other.

"I like aquariums. They're nice, you can put as many creatures as you want and decorate it as you wish..." [Name] spoke up, breaking the silence between them. "I can see that, the tank is pretty big and you have lots of different fishes here too." The guest replies, making a simple observation before turning their head towards the winged man.

"But that's not why you summoned me, right?"

"Now what makes you say that? What if I wanted to make you my friend?"

They went silent after hearing those words came from the other's mouth. [Name] chuckles at the reaction, putting his hands behind his back, he asked. "What is Penacony to you?"

"Penacony..? It's.. a nice place.. it's like a paradise.. a home. What about you? What's Penacony to you?"

His gentle smile seems to widen at the question that's been thrown back at him, his gaze never leaving the aquarium, he answered. "I'm so glad you found a home here... A flower garden isolated by the rules of the world."

"The only absolute law is simply to live and not cause any harm, everyone must live in harmony here..."

"I adore it."

"It's like an aquarium, a unique world of my own creation."

.

.

.

.

.

The first thing he thought of when he saw such.. disharmony.. is..

"A serpent had made its way to my Garden of Eden."

Penacony.. Planet of Festivities..

That's what it's known for.. but to [Name]..?

It's an aquarium. A unique world of his own creation. His Garden of Eden.

How dare they.. how dare this guest do such a thing and ruin the harmony inside this paradise of his?! His own creation.. it has to be a perfect place. How dare this guest cause such a thing! The Family already has that Memory Meme on their plate, they don't need another one!

This serpent that had entered his Garden of Eden.. how dare they try to tempt the people with the forbidden fruit..

No matter.

It doesn't matter.

Not at all.

.

.

.

.

.

"Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear his tongue and palm with a hot iron, so he will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows."

They're very alike.

Both donning a perpetual smile, their auras are warm and welcoming, their clothing is equally fancy and well tailored.

That same smile that hides their schemes.

That aura that left people feeling on edge.

That unsettling chill that runs down on people's spine the moment they gave them a certain look.

Those wings and halo that makes them look ethereal yet mysterious.

They're more alike than they originally thought.

And "control" is their middle name.

.

.

Like father like son, no?

----------

Should I make a part two of this? If so, who will be the "guest" ? You guys have any ideas in mind?

----------

[lvnleah]

007. | Christmas

word count: 2.2k

find the masterlist here!

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

December 24th 2023 | 25 weeks & 3 days pregnant.

Ever since you were little, you’d always dreaded Christmas time. You could remember vividly how you’d felt as a child.

All of your friends came into school after the holidays, talking about everything they got whilst you had to lie about what you had received.

If you were lucky, you and your brother got to go see your grandma who’d spoil you rotten but that was rare. Your brother tried to make it enjoyable for you despite being only five years older.

When you met Leah at sixteen, you soon became a part of her family's Christmas celebrations. It had started one year when Amanda and Berny, Leah’s grandma, had found out you were spending Christmas alone and invited you to join their celebrations.

Every year since then you had joined Leah’s family on Christmas Eve and day at her childhood home. The first year felt overwhelming for a sixteen-year-old.

You were overwhelmed with how much love everyone had shown you and all of the presents they’d gotten you. Everyone had gone out of their way to ask Leah what you liked and bought exactly what you liked, not just some random stuff like your parents did.

The first Christmas you’d spent with Leah as a couple wasn’t any different except for the fact that you’d done ‘couple’ things that year and had done ever since. You’d always shared her childhood bedroom but that year you’d shared her bed and went on many Christmas-themed dates.

This year though, felt extra special because it was the last Christmas you and Leah were spending together as just you two before you welcomed your baby boy. Leah had driven you down with all of your suitcases to her mum's house a couple of days ago and it was now Christmas Eve.

“You okay, pretty girl?” Leah asked you, placing a kiss on your shoulder as you woke up from your nap.

You placed your hand on hers that was draped over your bump as you nodded your head, “Yeah, that nap was amazing! What time is it?”

“Six o’clock, everyone’s getting ready for the Christmas Eve walk in the woods.” Leah said, stroking circles on your bump, “Jordan wants to be back before Henry’s bedtime because he’s fussy so they’re going early. I told Mum I’d see how you are.”

“Leah I’m not missing the walk,” you told her as you sat up, “We never miss the walk so get out of this bed!”

“Alright, bossy!” Leah chuckled.

Leah’s family had a lot of different traditions and one was a Christmas Eve walk every year. The walk was one of your favourite traditions, a quiet and peaceful time before the whirlwind of Christmas Day.

You slowly got out of bed, feeling the weight of your bump as you moved. Leah slipped out the other side before walking around and helping you, her hand steadying you as you found your footing.

As you got ready, you thought about how this tradition would look next year with a baby in tow. The thought brought a smile to your face, even as you struggled to pull on your boots.

Leah noticed and knelt to help you. "I can't wait for our little man to join us next year," she said. You nodded, a wave of emotion washing over you as you imagined the future.

Bundled up and ready to go, you joined Leah’s family downstairs. Amanda was adjusting Henry’s hat, while everyone put on their boots.

“Ready to go, lovebirds?” Jacob called out as you and Leah entered the room.

“Ready!” you both chimed in unison.

The walk through the woods was magical, your breath mingled in the cold air. Leah held your hand the entire time, sometimes switching to her arm protectively around your waist.

As you walked, Jacob carried Henry on his shoulders, the toddler giggling as Jacob bounced him up and down. The rest of the family chatted and laughed, the atmosphere warm.

Leah’s family were all truly big kids, something you loved a lot. Halfway through the walk, you stopped at the giant chair to take the annual Christmas Eve photo. Leah climbed to the top with Jacob and her cousins while you stayed put at the bottom with Jordan and Amanda. Her family gathered around, and a passerby stopped to take the photo for you all.

As you walked back to the house, the group gradually broke into smaller clusters, chatting and laughing. Leah and her brother, Jacob, fell behind, clearly up to something. You and Amanda exchanged knowing looks, sensing their playful mischief.

Leah nudged Jacob and whispered something and before you knew it the pair of them were racing ahead with the dogs. They ended up racing while you walked with Amanda.

“How’s the pregnancy, y/n?” Jordan, Leah’s cousin, asked you as you held Henry’s hand.

You smiled, “It’s getting better, starting to enjoy it a bit more now the morning sickness has settled down. I know I’ve still got a while to go but I just want him here now, the emotions are crazy.”

“It’s definitely a whirlwind,” Amanda agreed, “Let’s just hope he’s not as stubborn as Leah and doesn’t go overdue!”

“Knowing him, he’ll probably just be as stubborn and picky as his Mumma,” you laughed.

“Stubborn?!” You heard Leah gasp jokingly, “I’m not stubborn or picky thank you very much!”

You rolled your eyes jokingly, “Yeah definitely not! Totally not like you only eat plain and beige stuff.”

Jacob, overhearing, grinned and threw his arm around Leah. “It’s alright, sis. There’s nothing to be ashamed about, let’s admit it, I'm the better sibling!”

“You wish,” Leah teased, nudging Jacob with her elbow.

“Keep dreaming,” Jacob shot back, ruffling her hair.

Their playful rivalry bubbled up throughout the rest of the walk, they chased each other back and forth whilst you walked alongside Amanda and Jordan. Leah ended up carrying Henry on her hip in the end, making you smile at the perfect sight in front of you.

When you arrived back home, Amanda gave everyone one hot chocolate and tea to warm themselves up. As you snuggled close to Leah on the couch, you felt like you finally belonged somewhere. These moments, filled with love and laughter, were what made the holiday season better for you now.

Leah’s family traditions had become your own, and with your baby on the way, you couldn’t wait to share these experiences with him. As the night grew late, Leah’s family slowly all made their rooms, leaving you and Leah alone by the glowing downstairs. She wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Thank you for making Christmas so special,” you whispered, Leah’s hand resting on your bump like usual.

“No need to thank me, pretty girl,” Leah replied, resting her head on your shoulder. “I love you and so does my family, they’re yours now too.”

“Don’t make me cry again!” You warned.

Leah chuckled softly, her breath warm against your neck. “No promises.”

The loneliness and sadness that had once defined the season for you were now distant memories, replaced by the joy and love Leah and her family had brought into your life.

“We should probably head to bed,” Leah murmured, her voice soft and gentle. “Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.”

You nodded, “Yeah, we should.”

Leah helped you up, her hands steady and supportive as always. The two of you made your way upstairs, the house was quiet except for the soft creaks of the floorboards under your feet.

As you settled into bed, Leah wrapped her arms around you, her hand naturally finding its place on your bump. You snuggled into her embrace, feeling safe and content.

“Goodnight, pretty girl,” Leah whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Goodnight, Le,” you yawned as she switched off the light.

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room, you stirred awake, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Leah's breath beside you. Today was Christmas, and it was the last one you'd share as just Leah and y/n and not Mumma and Mummy.

“Good morning, pretty girl,” Leah whispered as she noticed you waking up, her voice soft and filled with affection.

“Good morning,” you replied, turning to face her, a smile spreading across your face. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Leah echoed, leaning in to give you a tender kiss.

The two of you took your time getting out of bed, savouring the peaceful morning together. As you made your way downstairs, the sound of laughter and chatter hit your ears.

“Morning, sleepyheads!” Amanda called out cheerfully from the living room. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” Leah smiled, joining Jacob who was sitting on the floor whilst you sat beside Amanda.

The living room was a scene straight out of a holiday movie. stockings were hung by the fireplace, the tree twinkled with lights and ornaments, and a mountain of presents waiting to be opened.

As everyone settled down to open presents, the room buzzed with conversation and laughter. You went round and opened a present one by one before it reached you and Leah handed you a beautifully wrapped box with a mischievous grin.

“This one’s from me,” she said, her smile filled with excitement.

You carefully unwrapped the gift, revealing a handmade scrapbook filled with photos and memories from your relationship. Each page was crafted, capturing moments from your relationship and milestones in your pregnancy that you didn’t know Leah had taken.

“Le, this is beautiful,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes as you flipped through the pages. “Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Leah said, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I wanted to give you something special, something to remind you of how much I love you.”

You flicked through the scrapbook. It started on your first date, the day Leah asked you to be her girlfriend, then your engagement and then your wedding before it finally got to your pregnancy.

It was filled with Polaroids from the start of your pregnancy. It started with the tests lined up before it moved on to a Polaroid of your very first ultrasound and then small moments that Leah had secretly captured, the last few pages were left blank so you could continue them together.

Henry toddled over, holding up a gift he had just opened. “Look! I got cow!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement.

“Wow, that’s awesome, Henry!” you smiled as he sat in your lap. “What noise does a cow make?”

He paused for a second before making the noise, “Cow goes moooo!”

“Yeah! Well done, Hen!” You clapped your hands, “A cow does go moooo!”

As the morning went on, you and Leah exchanged more gifts, each one thoughtful and personal. The room was filled with the joy of giving and receiving and the love that bound you all together. Jacob handed Leah a small box, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“This one’s from me,” he said. “Thought you could use it.”

Leah opened the box to find a tiny Spurs shirt, “Really, Jacob?” Leah said, shaking her head but unable to hide her smile. “You just wait until he’s here, he’s going to be decked out in an Arsenal kit!”

He shook his head, “Not if I have anything to do with it!”

You had been saving your special gift for Leah, waiting for the right moment. As the family settled down in the living room, you quietly retrieved the small box from your bag and handed it to Leah.

“This one is from me,” you said, your voice soft with anticipation.

Leah looked at you curiously before opening the box. Inside was a delicate silver necklace with a small pendant in the shape of a heart. The pendant opened to reveal a tiny picture of you and Leah on one side and a sonogram image of your baby boy on the other.

“Y/N, this is beautiful,” Leah said, tears springing to her eyes. “I love it so much.”

“I wanted you to have something that you can wear when you’re not with us,” you said, your voice choked with emotion. “You mean the world to me, and you can replace it with a picture of Bubba Boy when he’s here.”

Leah leaned in and kissed you, her lips gentle and full of love. “Thank you, pretty girl. This is the best gift I could ever ask for.”

Later, as the day turned to evening the family gathered for Christmas dinner. You enjoyed the amazing Christmas dinner that Leah’s grandma and Amanda had put together before everyone had a little sing-song.

At the end of the evening, you and Leah slipped where the only ones left in the living room. You had a blanket draped over you both as you cuddled.

“Let me get a photo of you and the bump in front of the tree, pretty girl,” Leah smiled, reaching across for her Polaroid camera.

You smiled and stood up before sitting down in front of the tree, you rested your hand on your bump and Leah snapped a photo.

You sat down beside her on the couch again, “We could recreate that next year.” Leah smiled.

“We could. This has been the best Christmas,” you said quietly to Leah as you sat together, her hand resting on your bump.

“It’s only going to get better,” Leah replied. “Next year, we’ll have our little boy with us.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of her words. As the night drew to a close, you and Leah made your way upstairs, the house quiet and peaceful. You slipped into bed, feeling Leah’s arms wrap around you once more.

“Goodnight, pretty girl,” Leah whispered, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Goodnight, Le,” you replied, as you drifted off to sleep.

[creampuffqueen]

I wanna hear more avatar headcanons! From the novels or just the avatars themselves! I loved reading your kavik and yangchen hcs 🥹🫶🏻

ahhh thank you!! i'm glad you like my random thoughts lol 🫶

here are a few more random thoughts i've been having that i just haven't quite made into posts yet (mostly yangvik because i love them but some other avatars as well):

yangchen is actually a terrible cook 💀 she's basically always had people taking care of her so she never really needed to learn! she can make a good cup of tea and that's about it. she regularly burns rice. she's also just generally bad at remembering to feed herself. kavik, who is a decent cook, is largely the only reason she remembers to eat

as for the other known avatars: kyoshi is by FAR the best cook. she's genuinely good at it. aang is a very close second. roku, kuruk, and wan are all average at it. korra has been banned from every kitchen in republic city

yangchen and kavik both strike me as people who really enjoy physical touch. they both really enjoy cuddling with each other, even before their relationship turns more romantic. acts of service is also a major love language for them

i also feel very strongly that they never used typical labels for their relationship. they usually referred to each other as their 'partner', occasionally 'lover', but most often just continued to use 'companion'. these vague labels frustrate scholars to no end, and today in the atla universe nobody can agree on the nature of their relationship. which is exactly how they wanted it lol, they were extremely private about their relationship

yangchen does have the iconic crooked smile that all the avatars share, but it only comes out when she's well and truly happy about something

her laugh is the same way. she has a very convincing fake laugh, as her real laugh is kind of 'ugly'. it's some kind of snorting, wheezing sound that kind of sounds like she's dying but is also absolutely adorable. yangchen hates it. kavik adores it, and will make an absolute fool of himself trying to hear it

yangchen is a massive, merciless flirt and takes great pleasure in seeing just how red she can make kavik's face turn. but on the rare occasion kavik gets enough confidence to flirt back, she turns into a total mess

pik and pak's favorite place to sleep is right on top of kavik's face

because of how hard she works herself, yangchen often falls asleep in the strangest places. if she's actually tired, she can fall asleep literally anywhere. it's simultaneously a superpower and a massive annoyance

a somewhat sad/bittersweet headcanon i have is that yangchen dies first. i've seen a lot of people saying that she lives to 150 but i can't find a source for that anywhere so i'm choosing to ignore it. yangchen has already watched too many loved ones die, she doesn't need to see kavik die before her as well. they both live very long lives, but kavik outlives her by a few years. after yangchen's death, he returns home to the northern water tribe

at one point, only a few months before his death, he is out for a walk when a little toddler wanders up to him all alone. he chats with him for a few minutes until the boy's parents find them and thank him for watching over their son. 'kuruk, what have we told you about wandering off like that?' the mother asks. the toddler waves goodbye, and kavik walks home feeling oddly contented. he never meets the boy again, and he dies well before kuruk is revealed as the avatar, but he feels a sense of peace from the interaction, knowing deep down that yangchen has made it safely back into the material world

when kavik dies, he wills his bone necklace to kuruk's family. they don't understand why until kuruk's sixteenth birthday. (SERIOUSLY THEIR NECKLACES LOOK ALMOST IDENTICAL ITS WILD)

that's all the thoughts i can scrape up off the top of my head, but i'm just generally thinking about avatar characters All The Time lmao. thank you for asking!!!

[misshoneysplayhouse]

Wine Pon You| h.zoe

since the new episode has us hange fans in distress, i have to bless you all with this, i cant get them out of my head and ofc you know i'm higher than a horse dick rn so enjoy, i'm so glad i'm attracting more hange lovers to my page I love yall frl.

song list for this cuz.....babyyyyy my playlist did justice fa meeeee

Remember You- By Wiz Khalifa ft the Weeknd

Wine Pon You- By Doja Cat

Too Deep- dvsn

CW: dom!hange, thigh riding, oral(f!receiving) orgasm denial, backshots pet names (Princess, doll, pretty girl) spitting is mentioned dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering, riding and just nasty talking in general, Hange is very vocal

The sounds of heels could be heard behind you, there were girls frantically running around, drenched in anticipation as the big news flooded through the locker room. You could be found in front of your vanity mirror, brushing the finishing touches and making sure your outfit was on just right.

Being a stripper wasn't exactly the life path you had set course for but the fast money became addicting, almost making close to 1 to 2,000 dollars a night, the endless drinks and hot ass people with pockets heavier than the smoke in the building, you couldn't stop now.

But tonight was big, Eren the club's owner had told the you all that the city's biggest bachelor Levi was gonna be in the building along with his whole entourage and that he needed the baddest heifers on the floor!

When he mentioned that, you instantly came to mind, you were a fan favorite in the club which caused a lot of drama to stir up in the lockerroom. That included the ugly stares, the pathetic attempts to steal and take from your money pile, and one thing you didn't play about was your money!

Getting up from the mirror you looked at the text Eren had sent saying to meet him in his office so you snuck your money bag behind it and switched your way up the stairs, hearing the teeth sucking and smart ass remarks from the other girls.

"There she is, my pretty little money maker.." He smiles, watching your body walk in, eyes flickering towards your chest.

"You called me up here for what? It better not be what I think it is." You spoke with a smile, rolling your eyes.

"No good luck kiss tonight, got it." He laughed. "But no, I just learned that Hange, the CEO of Zoe Productions is gonna be with Levi tonight and instead of putting your focus on him, I want you on Hange." He begins, pulling the blunt hanging on his ear to light it.

"Hange? I've never heard of them so they can't be that big." You joked.

"Oh but they are, so don't half ass, they aren't some old geezer- matter of fact, I'll let you see for your own eyes, they just pull up." He smirks, looking at his phone while smokes blows from his nose.

"Yeah, yeah i guess i'll be the judge of them." You chuckle, not taking a single word he said seriously.

He follows you out of his office while you turned one way and he went the other, there were already rumors of you and him fucking and messing around so you didn't want to be caught coming out of his office together to fuel the fire.

the music blasted throughout the building as yoou walked around, skimming the area to find the so called CEO so you could get a good idea on how to drain their pockets dry. The place was packed but you expected nothing less on a Friday night.

After spending a minute too long looking for them, you decided to rack up a few small lap dances in the meantime, you saw one of your coworkers heading towards a huge group of people but you couldn't make out the surprisingly tall figure.

That's when you felt an arm pull you away from the huge crowd, you recognized the cologne and sucked your teeth when you made eye contact with Eren.

"The hell you yanking me up like a toddler for?"

"I don't have time for the complaints, I need you on stage, Sasha sprained her ankle and all the girls are stuck on trying to get into Levi's section. You know how to make a show.." He pleaded.

"Hange will get a better look at you on stage, which will definitely make them call you to the champagne room, and that's the kinda money we need tonight." He went on.

You started to ponder for a slight second, finally agreeing to step on the stage, you weren't foreign to the stage since that's how you started out, you grew your fanbase from it so tonight wouldn't be any different.

I'm currently playing Remember You by Wiz Khalifa and The Weeknd, and umm..I just came everywhere..it'll definitely enhance this whole scene

"If i could have yall's attention,I have a beautiful woman coming out to peform and I want all eyes to the stage, she needs no introduction and hopefully she'll show me a thing or two tonight after this.." Connie starts in the mic, lowering the music.

"Coming to the stage, The devious Miss(S/N)!"

The music flooded your ears as Connie had the speakers in the building at max, the bass thudding through your chest and the lights dimmed to show a cool purple LED like light behind you, almost like the people were watching your shadow.

You started your set, slow and sinfully teasing the crowd by starting on the floor of the stage, you could feel a certain set of eyes on your body out of the hundreds of eyes on you. It felt hot, almost burning with pleasure and you wanted to find its source.

You hooked your leg around the pole, twirling around and climbing up to continue on with your set, spreading your legs wide as you spun around.

The feeling of the bills falling on your skin was like your own personal drug, and tonight you felt as if you were in a shower, yeah Fridays night were packed but this felt off. You dropped down from the pole into a split looking into the crowd, that's when you found the burning eyes staring a hole in you.

Hange.

Wearing a grey suit with the jacket hanging on their shoulders, a black wife beater with a single link gold chain hanging from their neck and a cigar between their slender fingers. You expected some old, 50 year old with a few strands of hair on their head, your mind scrambled up once your eyes connected with theirs.

They were leaning back in the chair, legs spread apart like a slut and their hair in half up half down style. They push up their glasses with their middle finger, adjusting their sitting position by pushing their hips up, leaning forwards towards the stage.

You took this opportunity to "interact" with your fans, crawling towards them to get a better look at what you were dealing with. You've dealt with attractive customers before but this might need a bit more self control.

They had a scar on the left eye, slashing through their eye brow and pretty rings decorated on theirs fingers, you notice them pull out a big band of cash, pulling out a 100 dollar bill and slipping it in your bralette.

You bite your lip, taking the bill and sliding it down to put it on the side of your thong, they take another bill and place it on the other side watching your body move as you went to the other side. You couldn't linger for long or show too much favoritism, no matter how good they looked, your only mission was to tease them long enough to get them in the room.

Once you finished up the lights went back to black and you rushed backstage all the way to the locker room to change and freshen up, you wet up your bottoms on stage and because you knew it was a matter of time before Hange requested you.

You chose a green outfit this time with your breasts sitting out perfectly and the tallest heels you could walk in, heading back into the crowd.

Right on cue, Eren comes up to send you the back and usually you were quick to go ahead and get it over with but you hesitated for a second.

"Whatever happens in the champagne room stays in the champagne room" was the sign that hung over the hallway of the rooms, you could feel two heartbeats colliding with each other as you found the number of the room. You had to get yourself together, this was just another client, another business person to drain and nothing to get yourself worked up on.

But all of your common sense flew out of the window as you walked inside. They were standing tall, pouring two glasses of champagne and handing one to you as you closed the door.

"Thank you.." You said, following them as they called you over with one finger.

"I've heard so much about you..I needed to see for myself if all the talk was true.." They started as they patted their lap, signaling you to straddle them.

You obeyed as you took a sip from your glass, a small smirk forming in the corner of your lips.

"Funny enough, I haven't heard much about you, is that intentional?" You asked, pretending to adjust yourself as you felt a bulge right on your core, you mentally widened your eyes since you weren't expecting them to be this hard.

"For my line of work it is, from what the public knows I own a movie production studio, and that's all they need to know." They smirked, their thumb in the crease of your thighs and their fingers on your ass pushing your hips to slightly create friction

"So you do porn?" You said, adding everything together while still subconsciously bucking your hips a little faster, hoping they wouldn't notice but it looked a little too late.

"And I'm looking at my new project as we speak.." They smirked, finishing the glass with their eyes slowly fucking your body while pushing their hips up, making you gasp.

"I'm not doing anything I don't get paid for.." You spat, looking directly into their eyes, both of your faces just inches away.

"You don't have to worry about that, I'd personally pay you...you wouldn't be fucking anyone doll, you'd be fucking me...I want you to be my personal pornstar princess.." They spoke, their voice warm and hushed, sending a line of chills down your spine.

Biting your lip you moved your hips faster, with both of Hange's hands attached guiding you perfectly.

"Show me how nasty you really are.." They continued, placing kisses up and down the middle of your chest still keeping the eye contact while they slipped a nipple in their mouth.

You finally dropped the shy girl act and took Hange's hand off your hip, moving it exactly where you needed it to be, they slide the thin piece of fabric to the side, your sticky fluids dripping out of you as their finger eases it way inside, practically sucking it in.

"You talk too much.." You mumble, letting a few moans escape from your throat as they add another, curling their fingers and hitting your g-spot like they knew your body. A large groan followed next when their speed increased.

"You usually get this wet with all your clients?" They smugly ask, ignoring the smart remark, with their fingers speeding up purposely so you couldn't form a single sentence.

"I-I dont-"

"Shhh, shh princess, let your body talk for me." They teased, listening to the nasty squelching sounds coming from your soaked pussy, you could feel your stomach tighten up, and the palm of their hand rubbing your clit, you heard yourself whimper before covering your mouth with your hands.

You felt a bit embarrassed that you were so close from you both doing barely anything, but you couldn't care it felt too fucking good to hold back. Just as soon as you mentally let go, they pull out of you causing you to whine from the empty feeling.

"Why'd you stop? You knew I was cl-"

They shut you up by shoving their soaked fingers into your mouth, watching you suckle on them with strings of saliva forming on your lips.

"I knew you were close, only a nasty bitch like you can clamp down on my fingers like that..on your stomach for me." They spoke, palming themselves watching you arch your back on the elongated couch.

Being the nasty slut you were, you shook your ass in anticipation spreading your pussy lips and rubbing your swollen clit thinking you were finna get stuffed full of dick. Your whole body shivered as you felt the warm wetness from their tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your quivering cunt.

Their tongue easily sliding in between your folds, sucking you like they wanted to drain you entirely. Your eyes crossed when they spat on your pussy, watching it drip down, rubbing it in with their hand, sticking their thumb in and out of you just to tease.

"You like eating me like a bitch in heat?"

"Just as much as you like screaming like one.." They replied, wrapping their lips back in the same spot, flicking and swirling their tongue as their hands joined in, pumping in and out.

"Oh god, fuckkk...please! I'm cumming! I'm- HANGE!" You screamed out, your body shakes with your cunt squirting fluids all over the couch, not realizing you slipped up and said their name.

"Such a pretty mess you made..and I thought you didn't know too much about me.." Hange mocked, cleaning you up and slapping your thighs to keep you from squirming, you felt your stomach in multiple knots from the sensitivity. "Didn't take you to be a squirter.."

"Me either.." You mumbled, trying to get your head together. But Hange gave you no time for that. Gripping you by the back of your neck they pulled you up, turning your head around for a sloppy kiss.

You normally don't kiss clients but your head was so fogged up and full of them that those rules went out of the question, you'd just have to deal with the lecture later.

You felt them suck your face off in the most disrespectful way possible, sucking on your tongue and biting your lower lip. You couldn't help but moan in their mouth kindly returning the nasty favor.

By now you're completely naked, with them wearing nothing but the black wifebeater and grey dress pants that surely ended up on the floor next. You felt them pick you up, the coldness of a wall on your back and the tip of something poking at your throbbing cunt.

Your legs were in no shape to be fucked against the wall but Hange didn't want to hear a single complaint.

"I'll hold you together, doll, just fall apart in my hands for me..make those pretty sounds like you did before.." They your body whispered in your ear, holding your legs up with their tatted forearms like you were pure putty in their hands, thrusting into you.

You could feel yourself stretching out by the inch as they pound into you, their hair all disheveled with slight moans escaping their throat, feeling you clamp them like a vice.

"Why are you so fucking wet? This all for me doll, hm?" They growled, marking your neck with bruises and bites.

"It's all for you, it's all for you- fuck! Don't stop, please I swear i'm gonna cum all over this dick.."

"That's right princess, talk to me while i'm inside of you..tell me what you want.." Hange egged on.

"I want you to punish me, I wanna squirt all over you and make a fucking mess, Hange fuck me..pleasee." You pleaded, wrapping your legs around them with all the strength you could find, with tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, you were so fucking close.

Hange noticed the tears falling from your face and watched the mascara stain your face, kissing your stained cheeks with a toothy smirk.

"You look so fucking pretty like this..on your knees..hurry up." They panted, pulling out of you while you quickly got on the floor, they followed behind you, smacking your ass while you shook your hips to rub against them.

Pushing back inside, you both groan out with pleasure as Hange continues with the same pace as before, their hands pulling you in deeper.

"You feel so fucking good, s'good..i'm gonna cum all over that pretty face.." They grumbled, rutting into you.

"Please cum in me Hange, PLEASE! Fuck me just like that..just like that baby!" You groaned out, spreading yourself open so they could really hit your shit, you could feel them in the pit of your stomach, repeatedly hitting that spongy spot inside of you, that familiar feeling crept back in and crashed hard, with you letting out a loud scream.

"I'm not done just yet princess, give me one more pretty girl, please?" Hange cooed to you as they fucked you through the shivering orgasm, you swore you started to see stars.

"I know you can doll, just breathe for me." Hange went on, spitting on their hand and rubbing small circles on your clit. You whine from the sensitivity as your legs shake violently, the tears were flowing at this point but you couldn't help why you and your body wanted more.

"I want more of it...fuck..please cum inside of me Hange.." You begged once more, turning your hips up to push back without their help.

"Ouu shit, just like that princess..fuck me back then.." Hange swore, biting their lower lip as they lifted up their shirt, leaning back a bit to watch your ass move up and down on them and listening to your pussy squelch.

Hard smacks to your ass echoed in the room, as their voice escalated to a whimper as you picked up your pace, they finally let you take over and you wanted to pull all your tricks out to prove a point.

"Like that baby? This pussy sucking you dry? I want all of it Hange, give it to me please baby?" You teased, throwing your ass against them, feeling your own orgasm coming in close.

"I'm gonna cum all in this pussy baby, look at me- fuck just like that, you look so fucking good.." They babbled, watching you as you turned your neck to look back at them.

Their face was covered with the color red with a few strands stuck to their forehead, you could tell they were about to spray your insides white, this made you put your all into it, they gripped your hips hard forming crescent shaped indents deep into your skin, sporadically pounding inside of you, whimpering and moaning as you were bound to the ground, stuck in a euphoric state of pleasure.

"I'm cumming, I'M GONNA-" Was all you head before you felt ropes of warm cum fill you up in the nastiest way possible, you could feel them twitch inside of you as they still weren't finished, fucking the cum deeper into you.

Soon enough you creamed all over Hange only adding to the nasty mess they created not too long ago. They finally pulled out and watched as their cum spilled out of you, like an artist looking at a finished project.

You were mentally out of it, your legs gave out and you were on the floor with cum spilling out of your pussy and drool coming from your lips, bitch you were dickmatized.

"So..." They panted. "How do we tell Eren?"

Yallllllll, this is the nastiest thing my fingers have typed- this has been in my drafts for so long...but oh my fuck..i'm fucking pregnant....

[darling-renyuu]

SEVEN; the bittersweet trio

content: bittersweet trio being cute, some cussing, "what if they first met each other once as kids but they didn't exactly remember" kinda hc special thanks to @lunasdemise for beta reading!!!

Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you

“Where should I put this, sugar?”

They turned to see Seth hauling a box over his shoulder, a messy “FRAGILE” scrawled across the side. Sugarboo smiles, and raises a flour-spattered hand over to the couch, pointing.

“Just over there, Seth. Thank you so much!”

The brunet obliges, just as Alphonse gets in and closes the door. He beams at Boo, peeking around their shoulder at the cookie dough they were mixing. “Sweet! Thanks for the cookies, babe.”

He doesn’t make a move to leave, though, expectantly beaming at the baker. They raise a brow and hand the frosting-covered spoon to him, chuckling. “All yours, Al.”

Alphonse gratefully shoves the spoon into his mouth, without forgetting to peck a swift kiss to his babe’s cheek before Seth comes up to the kitchen.

Sugar hands him some water, which he also gratefully receives. As he sips, the condensation runs down the bottle to his chin. Sugar quickly dabs at the drip, grinning as Seth looks at them dumbfounded.

“Did I have something on my chin?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at Alphonse’s… appreciative look. “What now, bubblegum?”

The aforementioned bubblegum prince simply waves a hand and licks the last of the frosting off.

Seth snorts as Alphonse turns away to wash the rapidly accumulating dishes in the sink. He busies himself looking over at the cookies Sugarboo’s laying on the tray. “What’ya makin’ sugar?”

They raise their head, gesturing to the little blobs of divine, saccharine goodness.

“I’ve made a dozen! The half’s got cinnamon, and the other half’s plain butter cookies,”they say, giving a glance to each of the two, “Wanna help me decorate ‘em later before they get devoured?”

The two voice their agreement, and Sugarboo goes on to place the cookies into the oven. They huff, bumping Alphonse hip with theirs as they make him scoot a little to the side to they can wash their hands.

Wiping their hands on a nearby cloth, they look at the box and back at Seth. They grin. “Wanna do a little unboxing?”

“Sure, sugar,” he says, following them to crash on the couch.

Cradling the box in their lap, they shift around to sit cross-legged on the plush couch. They rip off the tape, unfolding the flaps like it was some sort of blooming cardboard flower. Sugar immediately snorts at the contents.

“Oh shit, this is from years ago! Gosh, my old journals… my recipe books… and huh?” Their awed voice tapers off to a mumble, “My camera, too. Haven’t seen this in a while.”

Seth squints at it, pursing his lips. “I think we got some batteries- hold on,” he quickly gets up from the couch to pull a drawer open, “Here ya go.”

They give him a smiley “Thanks!” before flicking the compartment open and replacing the older batteries. Alphonse comes just in time to sidle up beside Sugarboo. Seth settles into their other side.

The camera flickers to life, and the two men curiously lean in. “Damn. How old is this thing, Boo?”

“…It’s almost as old as I am.” They whisper, trying to remember where the gallery button was. With a click, it opens the very last picture taken on it. It was a picture of them before they moved into town, in their childhood home surrounded by an army of cardboard boxes.

Sugarboo cringes. “Ugh. Hate the haircut.”

That draws a chuckle out of Seth, and a teasing grin out of Alphonse. “I mean, it could be worse, Boo.”

Sugarboo quickly presses the “next” button, and the oldest photo props up. Their eyes soften as soon as it appears.

Sugarboo, in all their toddler glory, looking shy and unsure as they face the camera.

“Aw,” Alphonse starts, “How old were you in this?”

They shrug. “Like… maybe six? I remember getting the camera when I first started school.”

They flick through the photos, until they land on a specific photo that catches Seth’s eye. “Wait, sugar. This road looks familiar t’me.”

The photo was a slightly blurry shot of the sidewalk, along with some equally blurry blobs of what look like stores. It’s obvious that it was taken by a kid who was running. Or speed walking.

“Oh yeah. The next pictures are from a family trip. Though I can’t exactly remember the name of the place, I never forgot the vibes. It almost feels like here, in this town.” They explain, Alphonse unusually quiet and staring at the photo.

The next photo makes Alphonse’s brows furrow. “Wait, I know that playground. All rusted now, but Seth and I used to play there when we was just little brats…”

Sugarboo flicks to the next, and it makes the trio’s eyes collectively widen.

“Holy shit.” Alphonse helpfully supplies.

It’s a candid photo, of little Sugarboo playing tic-tac-toe with two children. One’s got fluffy black hair with bright blue eyes, and the other’s got his tongue out in concentration as he traces an x into the sand. He’s got very familiar brown hair and eyes.

Seth blinks at the photo. “Holy shit indeed.”

With every consecutive photo, Sugarboo’s mental jaw drops closer to the ninth circle of the inferno.

The swing creaks ominously, and they glance up to make sure they won’t fall. Their face scrunches up as they squint against the afternoon sun.

Summer vacation won’t last long, but they don’t exactly have anyone else but their family to spend it with. There aren’t exactly kids their age here…

Footsteps crunch against the sand, and they whip their head to the sound. It’s two boys, chatting up a storm as they skip towards the playground.

They’re almost tempted to flee, until they catch his blue-eyed gaze. He points to them, saying something to his friend.

The child grips the swing, cautiously looking at the pair in silence. They walk up to them, and the black-haired kid grins, waving.

“Hey. You new here?” At their nod, his smile gets brighter. “Nice! You here to stay, or…?”

“For a trip. Visiting my relatives.” They reply meekly. Alphonse nods, holding out a hand.

“Well, welcome! I’m Alphonse. What’s yours?” He bumps his friend with his hip, who bumps him back. He shyly gives them a wave.

Now that they’re looking at him, they notice how both his brown eyes and hair catch in the sunlight. Dinosaur bandaids are plastered onto his knee and cheek.

“…I’m Seth. Welcome to town.”

They say their own name, and shake Alphonse’s offered hand.

“So uh,” Alphonse starts, “What do you guys feel like doin’?”

After an intense game of tic-tac-toe and a round of sweet iced tea, the trio climb up to where Alphonse and Seth have claimed their spot.

They chat about a lot of things; what food you like, what you don’t, if you believe in dinosaurs, and what your favorite color is.

The summer sunlight flits through the trees, casting light on the trio laughing and clutching their middles.

Soon, a woman calls their name, and asks if the three of them could take a little commemorative picture before the little one has to go home. The pair happily oblige, and they stand on either side of them, each of the children with their own little pose and smile.

The shutter clicks and they smile.

The picture stays on the screen, like a little mirror to the present; except instead of cute little smiles and peace signs, the present image is a flabbergasted trio. Significantly older too.

They take the time to stare at each other in bewilderment, before Sugarboo breaks out in a laugh.

“Oh my goodness, how could I’ve forgotten that?” They snort, shaking.

Seth chuckles. “So that’s why you were so familiar.”

“This is some real destiny type stuff here! Shit, how could I, nah… how could we have forgotten you?” He laughs breathlessly, but a mischievous smile grows on his face, “…Maybe ‘cause of the haircut?”

Sugarboo lays an affronted hand on their chest, clutching their invisible pearls. “Excuse me?”

“Woah, low blow for someone cosplaying a laffy taffy.” Seth chirps, earning another laugh from his mini-audience.

“I look damn good, and you know it, Seth.”

“Yeah, sure.”

The oven dings, announcing the upcoming arrival of their cookies. But before anyone gets up, Sugarboo takes both their hands.

“I…I’m glad I met you guys. Just, better late than never, right?” They smile at their boys, receiving two fond smiles back.

“Glad I met you too, Boo.” Alphonse squeezes their hand. He glances at the brunet who smiles wistfully.

“…Seth, you gettin’ teary-eyed again?”

“Oh shut up, you sap. Let me help you get the cookies, sugar.” Seth gets up, giving Sugar a slight tug to their feet.

They in turn tug Alphonse up, and they somehow walk hand in hand to the kitchen.

A single red thread hangs from all their pinkies.

Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long

do not repost; writing of @/darling-renyuu

[h-c-u]

The kids are alright

Summary: You're filming some videos around the house for your unborn daughter, while your husband struggles with something.

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x fem!reader

W/C: 1.4k

Rating: PG, age gap mentioned, but not specifically stated.

TWs: none

A/N: I love soft Ice the normal amount, your honor. Also, I imagine he's a bit older in the story than he's in the gif, but I just loved it so much...

Masterlist | List of tags | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

- And that would be your room, we just finished painting it... Well, mostly your daddy did because he was scared that something in the paint might be harmful to you, even though we triple-checked and chose the paint that was safe for pregnant women. So he waited till I went to sleep and spent the whole night painting it because he knew that I wouldn't let him do that alone... - you moved the camera, so it would record the light pastel-pink walls and the realistic clouds on the ceiling.

- But I was the one who did the clouds on the ceiling when he was at work, but don't tell him... - you lowered your voice to barely a whisper. - ...because I told him that auntie Flo did all the work, so hush about that. - you couldn't help but smile a bit. - I just really hope you're not going to hate the pink. I mean if you will, we'll, of course, repaint it, but at least for a while, you won't be able to tell us that you hate it. - at first, you really wanted to keep the room as gender-neutral as possible, but as soon as Ice found out you're having a girl, he was just so happy and wanted to do everything he possibly could to welcome his little princess into the world and make everything perfect for your daughter.

You had to fight tooth and nail not to have white furniture in the nursery though, because it would be, well... much too much in your opinion, so you settled on dark wood, which matched nicely with the pink walls and the deep green accessories.

- He just can't wait to meet you... You like that idea too, huh...? - you smiled when you felt her kick. - Ok, let's meet daddy... - you closed the door to the nursery and started walking downstairs step by step, taking your time, so you wouldn't lose your footing and fall. - Oh, you're gonna have so much fun sliding on those stairs on a sled, when you're a toddler, just promise me that you'll make sure to put couch cushions in your landing zone. - you laughed when you finally reached the bottom and pointed the camera toward the living room, where your husband was currently going over some most like very top-secret papers, that you definitely didn't see.

- See, that's your daddy. All serious and focused on work because he's very important and one day you'll understand that. But even though he has to think about keeping a lot of people safe all the time, he still has time for us... Watch his face... - you whispered as if you already had a secret comradely with your daughter. - Ice, baby... - it was all it took for him to put everything away, and look at you. His face instantly relaxed as soon as he laid his eyes on you, and a giant smile crawled onto his lips. - See...? - you've said to the camera. - He loves us so much and I can't wait for you to meet him. - you waddled towards the couch like a happy penguin, trying to keep the camera on Tom's face.

- What are you doing, dove? - he asked, even though it was pretty obvious. He gently pulled you onto the couch, and you turned the camera around, so now the two of you were in the shot.

- So remember when Florence mentioned the idea of filming the stuff for the baby? I'm doing exactly that... So we'll remember everything and one day she'll be able to see how cool her parents are. - you both laughed and he pulled you into a closer hug, almost forcing you onto his lap. - Do you want to tell her anything? - you asked, trying your best to keep the heavy camera steady, but your hands started to shake a bit, so Ice took it from your hands and you placed a small kiss on his cheek.

- Please be good to your mama... Don't kick her too much and all that. - you couldn't help but laugh when he put his hand on your stomach just as your daughter decided to ignore his request.

- She's gonna be a rebel. - you said through laughter. - Already not listening to her dad, and yet I bet that one look from her, and Mr. Ice-cold-no-mistakes will melt. - this time, he was the one who laughed.

- Yeah, that's true... So please don't abuse that. And just know that we love you very, very much... - he ended the recording and put the camera on the coffee table. Even though he was smiling, you knew that something was bothering him.

- What's wrong...? - you asked, and he sighed heavily, hiding his face in the nook of your neck, seeking every bit of comfort he could.

- I can't tell you... I wish I could, but I really can't, because I promised... - he mumbled against your skin, and you reached back with your right hand and started playing with his hair... It wasn't the most comfortable position, but you knew he needed it.

- Hmmm... So get this... I was thinking about writing a novel, where the main character is in the military and is struggling with a moral dilemma about his job, that could affect many, many lives... - you started and he laughed straight into your neck, which tickled, but you still didn't move away.

- It's not that kind of dilemma, dove... It's more of a request from a friend and I'm completely torn about it... - you moved away from him a little bit, but not for long because as soon as you found a comfortable position, you gently maneuvered him to lay down on your lap and you started playing with his hair. He already lived through a lot, and yet he still cared.

- Hmmm... So Maverick asked you to pull Bradley's papers... - you stated and he looked at you with surprise. - I might be young, but I'm not stupid. And I have great hearing. - you smiled and continued to gently run your fingers through his hair. It was easy for you to overhear or notice things because people either weren't threatened by you or ignored you, assuming you weren't important. Mav, of course, knew who you were since the day Ice met you, because he was there, convincing him to shoot his shot, but still... You were able to notice things he wanted to hide from the rest of the world. And even though you met Bradley only in passing, he was easier to read than a children's book; all emotions painted on his face with a contrast marker. - And now that we've established that I know, can you tell me why he wants to pull his papers? - you asked and he closed his eyes, considering his options, finally deciding on sharing this burden with you.

- He promised Carole before she died, that he wouldn't let him fly... - he sighed heavily, slowly melting into your touch.

- Now, that's just stupid. - you weren't exactly surprised. - Bradley is a grown-ass man, and he'll definitely find a way to do what he wants. Especially considering that it's the only way he knows how to connect with his dad... - Ice opened his eyes again and looked at you, waiting for you to continue, so you did. - I understand that Mav wants to keep his promise and keep him safe, but he would be much more successful in keeping him safe if he actually taught the kid how to fly in a safe environment, letting him find that connection outside the navy... - Bradley was only a couple of years younger than you, but you still felt like there was at least a generation separating you. - And the kid's gonna find out sooner or later that Pete asked you to pull his papers. Do you really think Mav can handle losing another Bradshaw? - Tom clenched his jaw, but as soon as you ran your finger over it, he relaxed. - How about you invite them both for dinner... I'm gonna cook something nice, and we're gonna talk it through... And just so we're clear, I will spill all the beans and blame it on the pregnancy, since apparently none of you knows how to communicate like adults. - he finally laughed and relaxed in your lap. He could easily find the best solution to a military conflict, but navigating a complicated issue when his friend was involved...? He forgot all about his training.

- I love you. - he smiled and closed his eyes again.

- I know. - normally you would lean down and press a soft kiss to his forehead, but your belly made that impossible. Fortunately, your daughter helped you and kicked him right in the cheek. 

[star-star-fall-inlove]

Salvation

Star-Star-Fall-inlove's NOTE

Dark content ahead

Yandere theme, blood, violence, sexual acts, r@pe , Female reader, Gore

Demon au

Introduction

☆ Summary: You were brought to the orphanage when you were just a toddler by your mother. You can't exactly remember what life was with her and you do not wish to know. All you know is that you've lived in the orphanage for the longest time. You enjoyed your time here, yeah at the beginning it wasn't so great. You were as rebellious as they can get! But that's over and done now. You were passing by an alley way on your way home when you caught the smell of blood coming from it. You stopped and stared at the alley for a while before stepping forward and walking down the alley The Father of a church you go to a lot has always warned you to never follow the smell of blood at night. But you felt as though you had to, what if that person was hurt? No, you're going to help them no matter what! But why was your hands shaking so much?

When you got closer to the smell what you saw horrified you to no end.

— — — — ☆ — — — —

Okay! Character background time!

Y/N

Age: 20

Race: Human

She was brought to a orphanage as a toddler and lived there ever since. She likes to cook and bake. She comes of as innocent and naive which is not true She knows about this world and the things they do, she prays that everything will get better everyday.

"When is my salvation going to come, lord?"

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Age: 239

Race: Noble Devil of wrath

A demon who values rules and order. He has a bit of temper and lashes out anything or anyone in his way. Cruel to the eye but broken in the heart.

"You went against a simple rule. Do you not understand the situation your in?"

Trey Clover

Age: 254

Race: Demon

A demon with human traits it's easy to be fooled by him, that's why he's dangerous. He'll sweeten you up and get close to you before he takes what he wants.

"You should have known that dear, you are in this house aren't you?"

Cater Diamond

Age: 248

Race: Incubus

Cater is incubus that doesn't seem like one! You would have thought they were Nothing but flirty beast who tries to get in your pants. Which is not wrong at all. He just doesn't talk about it as much. Anyway Cater is a manipulator so be careful because it doesn't mean he wouldn't try anything with you

"Why don't you stay a little longer~ it won't be that bad"

Ace Trappola

Age: 166

Race: Demon fox

A smart mouth demon who absolutely hates when people disrespect him. And you seem to love to do that the most.

"Didn't I tell you already to stop praying? Its annoying!"

Deuce Spade

Age: 166

Race: Grim reaper

A entity that leads the souls to the place they belong in heaven or hell. He likes to go to the human world and look around.

"Life is a beautiful thing..."

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Age: 320

Race: Noble Devil Beast of Sloth

The Devil of Sloth, as the names says he a very lazy person who likes to sleep a lot. He doesn't care who he hurts as Long as he gets what he wants. If you wake him up from his nap you'll most definitely regret it

"Herbivore you got some nerve...I like it"

Ruggie Bucchi

Age: 247

Race: Demon Beast

A demon beast kinda like what Ace is except Ace gets his own title. Anyway he seems to always be by Leona's side. There were a few occasions where he wasn't. He's a little mischievous, He especially enjoys messing with you

"You smell delicious...you wouldn't mind if I had a bite right?"

Jack Howl

Age: 171

Race: Demon Beast

He's the eyes and nose of the group there is nothing he can't find. He has strong sense of justice and u find it weird since he's a demon and all- He's like the demon Hound except he's a wolf. It's really hard for him control himself around you. You always have this feeling like someone or something is watching you...how uncomfortable.

"Don't worry you'll be safe with me"

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Age: 289

Race: Noble Devil of Greed

He wants it all. He want your body heart and soul so give it to him. You belong to him and he'll make sure you understand that. Other then that he's usually plotting not kidding. He also likes to give information to the others for money and if it's for free that means he's up to something. He wants nothing more than to see you trapped and stripped of all rights. Nothing but a doll....

"You've done this to yourself don't blame me"

Jade Leech

Age: 289

Race: Water spirit

He also likes to see you uncomfortable like no cap he would most definitely feed you weird mushrooms for sure. You'd be lying if you said you weren't scared of him. He's always smiling at you ..yeah no

"Hello Y/N good afternoon"

Floyd Leech

Age: 289

Race: Water spirit

He's weird...and his emotions always change, one moment he's nice and the next he's mean. It scares you, he would also hug you to tightly practically leaving bruises on your skin

"Aw..Are you done already?"

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim

Age: 257

Race: Noble Devil of Gluttony

He's oddly nice to you? He makes you nervous but comfortable it's weird. But you got to comfortable around and started to spell things. You thought you could trust him...oh how you were wrong...

"I'm only doing this for your own good Y/N! Don't be at me...please.."

Jamil Viper

Age: 258

Race: Snake Demon

You don't trust him...He's always smiling around you but you know there is more to him, you were right. One day he just snapped, he broke you in many places. He's not like Kalim, he's much more cruel

"Shh shh it hurts me as much as it hurts you, now stay still"

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

Age: 321

Race: Noble Incubus of Lust

He is famous for his looks, very popular among females. He seems to have this obsession with dressing you up and doing your make up and hair. Pretty much he wants to control your life and make you perfect.

"You look absolutely beautiful...so stop crying your going to ruin your makeup"

Rook Hunt

Age: 321

Race: Grim Reaper

He's literally watching you, he can hear you and knows things about you too. So it's impossible to escape on his watch at this point. But he enjoys give you hope and then taking it at the last minute

"Manquer, it's futile to escape us"

Epel Felmier

Age: 165

Race: Demon

How could such a small beautiful boy be so foul mouthed? You would have mistaken him for an angel. You may have mistaken him for a lady once...yeah not a good thing

"Shut up! Ughh I can't stand your yapping!"

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Age: 333

Race: Noble Fire Devil of Envy

He's always alone and he seems so sad. Even tho he's a demon you decided to talk to him...what a mistake

"Your the only one who cares for me....Your mine"

Ortho Shroud

Age:???

Race:???

He's a lot nicer to you then he's brother. But make sure you don't say any ill things around him about Idia, it won't be pretty if you did

"I'm sorry"

Diasonmia

Malleus Draconia

Age:???

Race: Noble Dragon Demon of Pride

Why is so overwhelming sweet with you? And he's awfully clingy now don't get me wrong at first we was cold with you. But he eventually got use to you and now he's attached to you...hm you may be able to use him to escape...we'll have to see

"I love you Y/N, Please say the same to me"

Lilia Vanrouge

Age: ???

Race: Bat Demon(Vampire)

He's the man who got you in this situation.. you should have never trusted him from the beginning..But he was so pitiful..Hahaha foolish little Y/N

"Your absolutely perfect, he'd enjoy you as much as I do"

Silver

Age: 226

Race: Fallen Angel

He was different.. he didn't treat you horrible in fact he didn't talk to you at all. He was mostly sleep tbh but when you guys did talk he would give you advice, you really should listen

"Don't go in that room, it's not something you would like to see"

Sebek Zigvolt

Age: 199

Race: Lightning Demon

He was horrible, there was never a day he would miss to curse the hell out of you. Mf would call you names at every second and yell at you at the tinest of things you did wrong def needs to take a chill pill. I'm not joking this guy hates you!! Like he can't understand why your so weak and have the guts to talk back???

"Shut up you weak filthy human! You know not a thing!!"

------------‐----------------☆

AYEEE ITS GOING TO BE DIABOLIK LOVERS ALL OVER AGAIN!!! SO PREPARE FOR POSSIBLE CRINGEE

I've actually been working on this since last year- but like i stopped and now I'm back at it lol (>v<)

[polyhexian]

*holds up a weird plotbunny* So this one's kinda different. It's not quite Agony and not really eventually and is kinda mostly inspired by that second-to-last shot of the Jabberwocky animatic.

Jasper dies.

It goes down exactly like it does in Jabberwocky. The moments after happen the same way we saw them in the Collector's memory in Agony. At first glance, there's no difference.

There's a lot of aspects about magic that TOH never fleshed out. I don't even think that's because of the whole cancellation debacle, I think it just wasn't important to the story. Aside from the basics, the details about how magic works are delightfully vague and give a lot of leeway to play around with--even if it's annoying that some fields of magic were barely touched on at all.

We don't really know much about oracle magic in general, but ghosts and spirits exist. Hooty coughed up a bunch that one time. We don't really know how they occur, but if our own ghost lore has anything to do with it…

Jasper died desperate to protect his child. If you want to go the unfinished business route, Hunter is still in Belos's clutches. Jasper's final moments were intensely emotional and unjust and pretty much perfect to cause a haunting.

Except he doesn't haunt a physical place.

Hunter's nannies remark on how unusual it is for a baby to sleep through the whole night. He'll wake up when he's hungry or needs a diaper change, but never for no reason. Belos has never had an infant Grimwalker before so he chalks it up to the lack of humanity and spins some words about the Titan's small blessings, blah blah blah.

Hunter rarely has bad dreams as a child. Sometimes one will try to take hold after a bad day, but it's always pushed aside, and it almost feels like someone he can't see takes his shoulders from behind and gently steers him away to kinder thoughts. (When he was very young, it was a much larger hand holding his own, and shaggy blonde hair and bright magenta eyes like his and a gentle smile as he was led to nicer thoughts. But that stopped before he could remember it.)

As Hunter grows older and his responsibilities and expectations pile up, it gets harder to find kinder thoughts to steer to. But the nightmares are still held at bay. The nights after a punishment when he's cried himself to sleep, he dreams of strong arms holding him against a broad chest, his head tucked under someone's chin, and he doesn't know why but he feels safe.

Jasper is…idk, how does one cope with being dead and accidentally haunting your son's mindscape? It wasn't PURPOSEFUL that's for sure. There's so much that can go wrong here. But for the first few years it's like, Hunter's a BABY, he's a TODDLER, at the very least Jasper can be there for him for now! Crap he's learning how to talk, better back off, wouldn't do for Hunter to start telling people about having an imaginary friend. Except double crap, Hunter's life is shit, there's no way Jasper won't help him, he'll just have to make sure he manifests in Hunter's dreams mostly as a sensation and faceless if he has a form at all.

Obviously this can't go on forever cuz that'd be unfulfilling for the plot but idk what would actually trigger them meeting, so to speak. Hunter passes out on his mountain trial or gets knocked out during training/a mission and Jasper is desperate to get him to wake up again? Hunter innocently hyperfixates on oracle magic and mindscapes for a month, realizes from his readings that his dreams are actually really unusual, and purposefully dives into his subconscious to confront Jasper himself? Darius is a jerk to Hunter and Jasper is so angry about it that he accidentally fully manifests in Hunter's dreams while he's angrily pacing around the mindscape that night and when he realizes Hunter is staring at him he just kinda freezes awkwardly like, shit?

Also not sure how to navigate the reveal… I feel like they have to come to some kind of terms or agreement with each other. Like, the end goal here is that Hunter 1) Understands that yes, he's been haunted his whole life, and 2) Understands that he cannot tell anyone about it.

It's not even for Jasper's sake, though Hunter might think it's for Jasper's sake. I imagine one of Jasper's biggest fears is some oracle witch realizing that Hunter has a ghost in his brain and telling Belos. Thank Titan Osran doesn't pay much attention to the kid. Jasper doesn't really want to haunt his kid, but he REALLY doesn't want to deal with the fallout of an exorcism. If Belos learned that Jasper has been haunting Hunter this whole time, he'd kill Hunter immediately, just as a precaution.

I also imagine Jasper wouldn't come clean about everything for a very long time. Belos will let Hunter live so long as he's loyal. Jasper would love to get Hunter away from Belos, but he's dead. So Hunter has to stay loyal until there's a viable escape route. Jasper isn't going to spill everything about how Hunter's a Grimwalker and Belos is evil and Hunter needs to run away, it won't help and it'll add to the poor kid's stress and he'll have to pretend he didn't know these things and then he'll slip up and Belos will kill him. All Jasper can really do is offer emotional support and advice.

But this is Hunter we're talking about so like. A little emotional support and advice goes a LONG way. Hunter becomes extremely attached to his live-in brain ghost, who may or may not be his family. Look at this, an AU where Hunter actually wants to maintain his sleep schedule because it gives him access to the one person who gives him positive attention, even if that person is incorporeal, and also dead. He infodumps about whatever he's reading about lately, or he rambles about some issue he's having while Jasper helps him think through the problem solving, and he really appreciates all the tips Jasper gives him about fighting and using the artificial staff. (Maybe in this AU Jasper actually teaches Hunter how to teleport, not Lilith.)

Hunter would dive into oracle magic over this, too. Just a personal side project, y'know, no big deal. Idk how much oracle magic a magicless witch could use, Luz at least seemed to be able to use that one crystal ball a bit. But at the very least Hunter could probably establish a better link to his mindscape, allowing him to choose to talk to Jasper even when he's awake.

And that's all the general ideas I have for this, I don't have very many specific ones, but here:

Belos starts in on the child abuse, and Jasper realizes that Belos didn't hurt him because Jasper was imperfect, Belos hurt him because Belos hurts people, and Belos was always going to hurt Hunter.

Would Darius's relationship with Hunter continue as it did in canon, or would Jasper decide "screw this" and tell Hunter exactly what to say to Darius to make Darius realize "holy shit is this Jasper's kid and am I shooting myself in the foot here??"

Hunter really does like Jasper but as the years go by Jasper slowly starts insinuating that he doesn't like Belos and by canon he might even be trying to get Hunter to question Belos because he's getting desperate and it causes a bit of tension.

Luz and the gang trying to talk or argue or fight with Hunter and he grunts and glares at her but his standoffishness is also covering for the fact that his attention is split by Jasper going SHE KINDA HAS A POINT, MAYBE YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO HER, ASK IF YOU CAN CRASH ON THEIR COUCH.

Flapjack chooses Hunter and is also fully aware that Jasper is present and both of them are like "what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck"

Hunter and Jasper being absolute dumbasses who reinforce each other's dumbassery over very stupid things. Hunter goes undercover at Hexside like "I bet teenagers like authority and rules!" And Jasper has never been a teenager and is too dead to read parenting books but he did know some scouts who joined the coven as teenagers so he's like "Sounds right to me!"

As Hunter's friendship develops with Willow, Jasper watches all the trees in Hunter's mindscape slowly morph into willow trees.

Hollow Mind happens and through the handwavey powers of mindscape magic Jasper also manages to be there somehow. Caleb Wittebane's Hallucination Ghost is also lurking in Belos's mindscape and the two of them just stare at each other for a minute. Belos sees Jasper but figures he's just some weird manifestation of his guilt for killing his brother's clones, even when Jasper punches him in the face while the kids escape.

Hunter having his melt-down post-Hollow Mind and freaking out because YOU KNEW??? And Jasper tries to apologize and tries to calm him down but Hunter is so upset that he just shuts down that mental connection and refuses to sleep for 24 hours until he passes out at Hexside. He expects Jasper to show up and yell at him or try to explain or something, but instead his dreams that night are like the ones he had as a kid--strong arms and supportive silence and apologetic love.

Belos tries to possess Hunter in TTT and Jasper is just like SURPRISE BITCH. It doesn't go well for Belos, but it goes much better for Flapjack.

Idk what the endgame would be here, exactly, but I feel like Jasper can't haunt Hunter forever. It's not fair to either of them, Hunter needs privacy in his own mind and Jasper needs to pass on peacefully. But if you go the unfinished business route, well, Hunter is safe after Belos is dead, and he has real living friends and a support network now, so Jasper COULD move on finally. A bittersweet ending.

Hdjsjdnnf Ghost Dad (1990)

Maybe he tells him oh, he's the memory of the last Golden guard here to help train him, yeah, sure, that's most of the truth!

I do also kind of like the idea of him manifesting as like a Ghost-Ghost sometimes because. I want him to meet Papa Titan. I want him to Learn All The Lore. Also to go play cards with kings dad when Hunter is hyperfixating on like algebra or something that jasper finds boring and a little frightening

GOD tho... Ghost jasper running into ghost Caleb in Belos' mindscape.and they stare at each other in silence. I'm imagining Jaspers lips parting with this look of shock and apprehension like he wants to say something, but then he hears Hunter cry out in the distance as he gets schlorped up by the ground and his eyes linger for just a moment before he turns and runs in his direction... And you just see Caleb's head turn silently to follow him, then his expression shift ever so slightly toward pity before the camera cuts back to the action

And the DRAMA of brain ghost j-

Oh my god. Brain ghost jasper. Oh my god

The DRAMA of brain ghost jasper jumping from the darkness in front of Luz and hunter between them and Belos and hunter being like :0 when Belos recognizes jasper and is fucking PISSED to see him.

I don't even know how this would fit in but I have this image in my head of Darius sneering at little Hunter and saying like your predecessor would be ashamed of you and jasper is so fucking filled with vicious anger and passion that he just sort of snaps forward and accidentally possesses the little guy. Tiny little like ten years old hunter staring up at Darius with an older man's eyes and-- I don't even know what if have him say but it would be something sharp and so unsettling it fully throws Darius the fuck off his game like hang on what the hell. And jasper is immediately like oh fuck oh shit [poof] leaving hunter like what. The hell was that. Why did I just say that

Oh my god possession arc brain ghost jasper..... R/possessthemback

[lumilasi]

In relation to the snow witch/cat lesbian duo, here are the said witch's dads. The first one, Marcus is AGES OLD character I've had for a decade that I still love a lot, and I actually didn't change his design from the old one almost at all? I simply drew him better now, thanks to having my drawing skills improve at least somewhat in the past decade.

Lethas is an amalgamation of an entire family of old dragonic deity characters squished together. I'll draw his dragon form sometime later.

...The font I'm using is kinda not matching for the fantasy vibe, but I really didn't feel like doing graphic design so to speak rn lmao

Fun Facts below:

Marcus is a Romanian noble in heritage, though local villagers rarely see him, and think of their count as bit of a weird hermit. Pleasant and polite enough, but odd.

Marcus doesn't have human staff, he uses his powerful ice magic to create icy entities that act as servants.

Marcus' Patron Deity is Jack Frost

Irina was abandoned at his doorstep as a toddler, and he was initially hesitant in taking her in, but saw potential in her already strong magic, and was admittedly kind of lonely living there alone

He and Lethas are in a mostly platonic, non-sexual relationship, but they do come off like an old married couple that bicker constantly, and clearly have a very strong emotional bond between one another.

Marcus is gay (and basically anyone who meets him can tell he's not straight, there's no way lol) and Lethas basically has no sexual/romantic drive whatsoever given the way his kind are born. (So he's Aro-ace if you apply human labels)

They started out as rivals, but overtime kind of become each other's only company (up until Irina showed up)

Lethas was actually frozen as a statue in dragon form in front of the Vasile castle for almost fifty years, and was released accidentally by Irina when she was 8.

She thought he was going to eat her dad, only to see the two start bickering and head inside for tea, as if him being frozen by Marcus for five whole decades wasn't unusual. (It was an accident, Marcus actually thought he'd accidentally killed Lethas and was relieved to find out that wasn't the case, even if he doesn't show it openly)

Lethas is a soul dragon, a being born from the lost souls of dead warriors perished in wars. All his weapons are formed from soul fire.

Lethas was born sometime around the age of the roman empire, though can't remember exactly when. Marcus is couple hundred years old, but he did spend about half of it on ice literally, hence he actually appears younger than he should. (Long story, he met Lethas because the dragon released him from ice accidentally)

Lethas breathes fire like average dragons, though his soul fire is immensely powerful and can't be put out in any other way, except essentially powerful exorcism magic or a soul eater's devouring of it.

Lethas immediately took into his role as the more strict and responsible dad, the first thing he did when waking up was to pick Irina up in his dragonic form and place her gently on the balcony of her room, patting her head, before turning around to bitch at Marcus.

The swirly pattern on Lethas' cloak doesn't just glow in soul form, but they move and swirl around too.

Split hair and coloring with Lethas symbolizes the duality of life in all its forms; life and death, sky and earth, fire and water, war and peace, etc. or that's what Lethas likes to claim anyway. Marcus suspects he just thinks it looks cool.

Marcus' coat turns into hues of blue and white when he fully activates his powers. The snowflake/star design on it is actually the center of the Warlock sect symbol for this world's Arcane Council (body that governs primary magic users, I.E beings whose main thing is magic, rather than the magic being result of being some sort of mythical being)

Technically, you're not supposed to remove parts of the symbol if you wish to utilize it, but Marcus didn't like the hostile looking spiky eyes surrounding the central star pattern, so he didn't include them + made the colors more to his taste.

[fifi-goes-to-hollywood]

Sorry I've been thinking about some asks to send you but I can't think of anything you haven't answered yet so I'm curious, what are some asks that you haven't answer yet but you'd love to be asked?

Uhhh. Well, in general there is so much topics to cover. Mostly I’d do domestic topics, bc domestic feels can’t leave me. Idk, trying to organize living together, moving out, finally living together under the one roof.

From getting married, maybe a bit about prep? I remember my first reblogged asks being the wedding ones ahahaha. And how to ensure privacy of such event when JO are the name in Slovenia.

And definitely married, domestic life. Starting a family, raising a child. Idk, I’ve written a dialogue-only Drabble around the topic (spoiler; how would you explain to the toddler gluten intolerance?) and I’m thinking about adding descriptions. Family topics in general are something I’d like to explore. Both as asks and maybe even lil prompts? (Dialogue only bc I can do dialogue ad hoc).

Oh, and travels! (Not bc I’ve just found a cute cabin near Lake Bohinj (check out here!) and ran to @da-proti-toku-grem with it bc I asked her about similar topic and found a place exactly how she imagined). I like putting husbands in travel situations haha. Even as family.

[jaxteller87]

My Little Empath 3

"What on earth is she doing?" I mumbled to myself. As I pulled up to the house, I saw my wife, Amber, sitting on the ground just as it started raining.

"Amber, darlin', what are you doing out here? It's raining," I said, making my way over to join her, my boots sinking slightly into the damp ground.

"I know, doesn't it feel wonderful?" she beamed, her face turned up to the sky and her arms spread out wide like a toddler trying to get someone to pick them up.

"I don't know about wonderful, but it definitely feels wet," I joked, settling down beside her on the wet grass.

"Yes!" she said, "And I love it! Don't you?"

"Sure, I guess," I thought for a moment, trying to think of something to say. "I guess it does cool things off a bit. Probably be good for Piney's weed plants at the cabin, too."

"Yeah," she said softly, closing her eyes and feeling the drops gently pelt off her face.

"So, babe," I slid closer, "Is there a reason you're out here?"

"I thought I just said that I love the rain? Isn't that reason enough?" she jokingly responded.

"I mean, sure, I guess. But we've been together for a while now, and I've never come home to find you sitting in the middle of our yard during a rainstorm."

"Firstly, you're not here all the time; you don't know what I do when you're gone," she smirked.

"Oh, sorry," I responded sarcastically, "Something – or someone— I should be concerned about?"

"What!?" I seemed to break her from her 'rain' trance, "Are you serious? Jackson Teller, why I ought to—"

I tried to keep it in, but I couldn't. I bursted out laughing, "Babe, relax. I'm joking!"

She balled up her fist at me, "I'll show you a joke, mister."

I took hold of her wrist and gave her a quick kiss on the lips just as the rain began to fall heavier.

"Ok, you're forgiven," she smiled, giving me a quick peck back.

"Hey, being out here in the storm wouldn't have anything to do with that empath stuff you were telling me about, does it?" I asked.

"It does, actually! You remembered!" she replied as the rain started falling even harder. "We can go in now," she suggested, so I picked her up and gently placed her back in her wheelchair before wheeling her inside.

Once we were in the house, I grabbed a towel, making quick work of drying us both off. "I promise I won't make fun of you," I said, seeing the nervous anticipation in her eyes. I know she wanted to explain why exactly she was sitting in the rain, but she was understandably hesitant.

"So," she began as I continued to dry her off, "I found out years ago that the rain helps when my empath ability goes a little haywire when nothing else works, and a while back, I came across some information that said when this happens, just go for a walk outside, and as you can see, I can't do that," she raised her eyebrows and gestured to her wheelchair. "So one day, years ago, I went outside while it was lightly sprinkling, and boom, it helped me. Everything I had read up until that point suggested that rain could help, but it wasn't until I actually tried it that I believed."

"Believed in what, exactly? Rain power?" I asked.

"Stop it! You promised," she shouted, playfully slapping me.

"What? No! I was genuinely asking," I quickly corrected myself. "You know, they say there are powers of the universe and stuff like that. I just thought maybe there was rain power, too, or something. I know there are tribes out there that dance to appease the rain gods."

She just stared at me, trying to gauge whether or not I was being wholesome. "Really?"

"Hey, give me a break; I'm trying to learn this stuff," I explained.

"Well, you're not wrong about that. But I'm talking about believing in the power of nature, the healing touch of something as simple as raindrops on my skin," she replied with a twinkle in her eye.

"Seeing you get excited about something you're passionate about is adorable," I confessed as we moved into the living room and snuggled up on the couch. "Like I've said before, I want you to feel safe telling me things like this. I wouldn't have made fun of you."

"I know. I'm sorry. I should have known you wouldn't have made fun of me in a mean way," she responded.

"My little empath," I cooed, kissing her gently.

“My big poppa,” she playfully responded.

[presteblodbad]

What is the worst book you have ever read?

Last year, during my Scandinavian literature class in the Danish section, we had to read this book called "Dobbeltgænger eller Den korte, inderlige men fuldstændig sande beretning om Klaus Rifbjergs liv" ["Doppelganger or The short, heartfelt but completely true account of Klaus Rifbjerg's life] by Klaus Rifbjerg.

I had no clue what I was getting into when starting this book.

I don't know much about the author himself — and despite the title, I promise you, I don't think you will learn much from it either. I think I can recommend reading this book only because it's short, but if you're sensitive... Just be careful.

It made me really really sick. I understand that it was supposed to be grotesque and have shock value, etc. So, maybe I just can't... appreciate it — and someone else will, I don't know.

I don't really want to spoil why exactly it was so bad, in case someone wants to read it and shock themselves too, but I also don't really want to leave this title without any further explanation. So I'll spoil it a little under the cut.

The book is from the 1980s but it takes place in the 1930s-1940s Denmark.

It's basically written like an autobiography, the author states that he remembers every single thing ever since he was born — his birth included. The child character also has the thoughts and clearness of mind of an adult.

I don't want to describe the entire plot of it, but the "shocking" part of it is the amount of child sexual abuse described from the perspective of the child. And not only is the literal toddler (the character gets older as the book goes, but all sexual intercourses are happening to them when they're 2-9 years old, I think) describing it. It's also written in a way that the child enjoys it and encourages it a lot. Except for the last sex scene where, as far as I remember, the child gets r*ped by a nazi soldier.

I think there's some place for interpretation, that you can stop and give it a moment — if the character really experiences those things or is it just their imagination? At least I assume so, because it does have quite positive reviews.

But honestly, I wasn't able to think about it nor am I able to think about it now, because of how disgusting and explicitly described it was.

So, I think — excluding whatever context it had at that time and the author's intention — it's the worst book I've ever read.

[kogetaikid]

Mini Nostalgia Trip Storytime!

Yesterday, I had to leave my cross country practice early for an orthodontist appointment. We went off-campus that day and we usually run to our meet-up place. My dad said I needed to be home by four, so I ran back to school, got my backpack, then ran back home because I couldn't be bothered to ask my dad to come pick me up.

The sun was starting to set a little after the appointment, but I REALLY wanted to get some extra mileage in to make up for the workout that I missed at practice. I doubted I'd be able to make to the place I normally do said extra mileage on time, but my dad found a place nearby that he could take me too. (I'm not gonna tell y'all the name of said park because who knows what sorta heartless beings out there are plotting on doxxing some athletic, neurodivergent, anxious teenager.) Let's just call it A and R park. (I'll tell you why I gave it said name soon.)

I never heard of this park before but it was nine minutes away. I was scared it might've been connected to a school or something because I didn't want anyone from opposing high schools to see me in my PE clothes (Didn't have time to change out of them.) cause that would probably make things awkward, but when we actually got there, I realized something.

I KNOW THIS PARK. I USED TO PLAY THERE WITH MY FRIENDS AS A KID.

I immediately told my dad about how I recognized that park, and he did too! He said I used to play there with my friends A and R! (Now you know why I gave the park that alias??? Do you???? DO YOU!?)

I did my laps around the park. During them I saw old exercise equipment that I used to use improperly as a kid because I was too young for them. No, I still can't use them properly. I also got some glimpses of the playground that me, A and R would play at. Some old ladies also cursed me off a little for also bumping into them, but I was too fast for them to get to angry at me...

After finishing my laps, I asked my dad if I could see the playground before we leave and I did. Out of all the parks from my childhood that I've came back to, this one's changed the least. There was a little kids playground (for ages 2-5) and a big kid playground (for ages 6-12). I remember me, A and R running around both areas. I can't remember why exactly, but I think it was some sort of game we played?

On the little kid playground there was this big, metal, sail shaped piece of equipment. I got on it thinking it would spin, but instead it ROCKED. Upon remembering that it rocked came some nostalgic memories of me and this unique thing. I them noticed a couple with their toddler looking at me and got out of there before they thought I was some sort of creep. I went over to the big kids playground as due to my petite figure, I could still get away with going on there and not getting any dirty looks. It was manly a bunch of rope things with a blue, outwards pushing "slide" and a green, plastic, bean shaped seat that I can remember relaxing into. I can't help but feel like it used to be a different color, but maybe that's for another park. I sat on it and even though it was a little uncomfortable near the head, I just felt like a little kid again.

After that, me and my dad went home and I wrote some notes in the car so I wouldn't forget all this in five seconds. (My memory has been HORRIBLE lately.)

I guess that's the end. Do you guys think I should post more stories like these? Let me know!

[magical-glimpse]

Hello Miaro,

How are you doing? I'm doing well enough.

I wanted to ask for a dream interpretation if it's ok with you. This was originally a text message to one of my friends, btw.

I just had a very cool dream with my beloved Moonlight. Where they were taking me to events with them and their friends. Mostly dinners. We'll eat together.

Someone in the group took a picture of our table, and we hugged for it. We'll go to different restaurants each time, and I was mostly focused on the desserts. I think a couple of people were commenting on that.

At some point we went to a function and there was a girl wearing a green dress, kinda young. I was the only other one wearing green, so we did a fist bump, and I said twinsies or some random nonsense like that.

Also, there was a point where my beloved went to one of those without me (probablycause I hate going to public places). And people were speculating that we broke up, and then they pulled up a laptop cause the event was being live streamed and they were video calling with me. They put the sound so everyone could hear me. When I noticed, I started making creepy sounds and comments to the people who said we broke up.

I don't remember exactly what I said. But was the style of "can you hear me. Im watching you. Im always watching. Im in your walls. You can't escape from me." I also did my maniacal evil laugh. They let me go on for about 10 seconds and then told me to cut it out 😔 .

I dont remember if this was before or after, but we went to an amusement park together. We even got in a ride. They were holding my hand the entire time. Some of their buddies were there, too. I think one gave me some shiny small toy that I liked and probably immediately put it on my mouth cause I never grew out of that stage when I was a toddler.

Anyway. The dream ends on a kitchen, and there's Gordo Ramsey. It seems like a show. There's this girl who baked a cake. Look like a humongous wedding cake. And inside the first floor there was another mini wedding cake. And then Ramsey walked in and was like, "No, no, no. What did you do? She's going to eat this." He was holding a piece of cake, and you could tell the filling(ifk what the cream between levels is called) was the wrong color or something. The girl said she was sorry. The "she" Ramsey was talking about a sort of very important elderly celebrity. She looked like Audrey Hepburn looks rn. And that was a bizarre end to the dream.

Could you tell me if it means something. Im theorizing that sometimes my soulmate and I connected our dreams when we slept at the same time. I'd say this is one of those, especially for the Gordon Ramsey part. I don't even like that man. Never showed in my dreams before today. No celebrity has to be fair. So the Ramsey part made me really want to know if this mean something.

Thanks a lot!

For the first part : You are craving unity and companionship with this "Moonlight" and this group that you feel like you are desperately needing in your 3D life. You project your insecurity onto this person and are therefore desperately protective over the relationship, you feel like people questioning it are putting your relationship, and therefore your self-esteem in danger. You want people to SEE, to BELIEVE you are with that person and meant to be that way. You want to hold onto that so strongly that some much darker sides of yourself are willing to come out to defend it. This is telling me you have an unhealthy attachment to the way others view the relationship, maybe even to the relationship itself. It seems you are not dating this person in the 3D currently, you should check in with yourself and your guides as to why you are holding onto it so strongly and if it is truly what they want from you. If you are dating them currently ( which i strongly, strongly doubt), you should really discuss together what it the role of the public in your relationship and how to keep a healthy relationship to it . I think the girl in a green dress is a younger version of yourself, I dont exactly see her role in the dream, but I think you are meant to see it for yourself. The person who gave you the toy is one that brought you a new experience or a piece of information that you found precious and hold onto dearly. For the Ramsey part, I think this is mostly due to things you thought about or saw lately, but in general it tells about your relationship to authority. You want to show a big deal to someone you think is respected, but ultimately you are not even focused on the right thing (making a huge wedding cake instead of of doing a smaller one but with the right cream). There is absolutely no sign here that any of the people involved is your soulmate or of their presence in the dream.

[acandletoguide]

@flavia8 Very bad, honestly. The premise is interesting but the execution is so shitty, it's almost unbelievable.

Sorry for the rambling! This ended up longer than expected (though I could go on ugh). One of the worst things I read this year.

The good

The writing style was okay.

The bad

Everything else.

It's meant to be enemies to lovers, but they're barely rivals. They want the same position at their workplace, she sometimes moves his stuff around on his desk like a toddler, they have some "snarky" exchanges. That's it, really. He apologizes ~70 pages into the book for his behaviour, and she constantly asks to eat out together or if he needs help with his articles. They are only mildly irritated at each other at best (because they are both stupid), but the novel keeps insisting that they absolutely despise each other; it's annoying.

They're meant to be war reporters. We get exactly one article written by any of them in the entire book! (And it's painfully generic too.) They later get shipped to a town closer to the front to talk to injured soldiers and write down their stories and write to their relatives and whatnot, and they just... never do that. Even when they are briefly sent to the front and mingle with active soldiers, they don't do shit. There's exactly one soldier in the entire book who very briefly tells his story when he is dying and no one even writes that down and it gets forgotten.

They also don't really interact with any of the remaining townspeople and get their stories at least.

The war aspect is really just windowdressing to make it a "tearjerking" story without having to put in any effort. War = sad after all. You feel "automatically bad" for the characters just because there's a war in the background. (There's no food rationing whatsoever, they go upstairs when there are air raids, etc. At some point, the female protagonist ratters down a list of "things someone in war should remember/do" or sth. That's honestly the extent of the author's "research", essentially copy-pasting a wiki list...)

It's an important plot point that the girl writes letters that get magically send somewhere. She thinks they reach her brother at the front, so she keeps writing even if she gets no answer. Only they aren't send to her brother but to her "rival" - who knows from the beginning who is writing the letters! He just keeps silent and continues reading her very personal thoughts and feelings like a shithat. He eventually writes her back, saying he's not her brother but someone else. However, instead of giving his name and saying he's her "hated" co-worker, he just gives her his middle name which she doesn't know. He "befriends" her that way which is so icky. (They then have deepTM conversations.)

That guy also has stalker tendencies, following her everywhere. To the front, to the battlefield. She doesn't want him there but he needs to cling on her because "uwu, can't let a woman go to dangerous places alone!" Die. (Early on, he also just enters her flat when she doesn't show up at work. Just straight up walks in without permission.) I hated that asshole so much.

Anyway, she eventually finds out that he is the letter guy and this leads to one of the worst confession scenes I have ever read and I nearly threw up reading this shit like??? She confronts him, saying he deceived her, and he has the audacity to go "I deceived you?? No! I didn't deceive you! I told you my middle name, so I did give you my actual name, so I couldn't have deceived you :)". He also told her earlier that he "couldn't" return the letters meant to her brother, making her believe that they got lost or he threw them away. Because that was only what SHE thought though, he didn't lie to her here either! He couldn't send the letters back because he needs them because he likes reading them and they're his emotional support letters! He likes how vulnerable she is in them, and refuses to return them - and hey, she did send "him" the letters, so they are his anyway, right? 🙄 And then they kiss????? It's a mess.

I cannot stress enough how nonexistent their chemistry is.

The book is all "tell, no show". Side plots get dropped with more frequency than any bomb. Pieces of worldbuilding get forgotten (there were magical buildings early in the book and then just... disappear without a note). The side characters just exist to further waste ink.

The ending was just nonsense drama after nonsense drama taped together. Bombs drop down, and she gets dragged away to safety. The love interest runs after her and trips but they can't go back to get him because the five steps they would have to take back are just TOO MANY and there's a terrible gas that does dogshit in the air!! The girl's rescuer then strangles her unconscious for no reason??? I wish I was lying.

(And when the girl returns home, the flat is still there even though was gone for over a month and so poor, she couldn't have paid rent in advance.)

If you still want to read it, I wish you the best of luck.

*looks at G-R winners*

*sees the Y-A Fantasy winner*

Oh, love is dead, I see.