#this is cuz i just thought it was a little weird for like. an infant to be born with a predetermined trait applied to them

[korolation]

lightvale twins before manifesting traits

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Shared Interests [Pt.3]

Daryl Dixon x Reader [Pt.1][Pt.2] [Pt.4]

Daryl's pack loves parties, so you agree to throw one in honor of your daughter.

While you loved having the pack around for celebrations, now was a little too early.

Baby Lily was born all but two days ago and the family members started trickling in already to bring gifts and talk about the big party to celebrate the little one.

Right now all you wanted was rest.

You had allowed the calmest pack mother to come help around the house and teach you about taking care of an infant werewolf, which Daryl also found very helpful seeing he had no clue on how to be a father.

You learned their feeding habits were different from human babies and were shown how the little one easily chowed down small pieces of meat at only a few days old.

Daryl's pack had proven to be a persistant bunch, each member coming over to drop off gifts ranging from full ready meals to toys for the pup. One of Daryl's cousins, the one who had built the crib you had now, had offered to build a kiddie bed too. "for when the kid got too big for her crib."

It was still weird to be so welcomed from day one. Even while being the odd one out you were immediately seen as a part of the pack.

So here you sat with Daryl, discussing when to give the pack their party. It was a tradition and you weren't going to withold them from celebrating. You just had to set some ground rules.

You blessed the weather being nice enough to celebrate outside and planned all the necessary things in record time.

Daryl suggested two weeks would be enough for everyone to have dropped by for their initial visit so the focus could be more on getting together instead of hovering around the newborn.

Laura, your cousin in-law slash house help told you pack stories of herself and other mothers.

Surrounded by their closest pack members even while the pups were being born. All the ladies had seem multiple litters being born because of how normal it was to share those moments. But she also knew Daryl wasn't one of the people who needed folk around him every day. After admitting on one hand she found it sad to not be there when your child was born, she also understood you were human and had other preferences. Besides the fact that your pup came unexpected, a few days early and in the middle of the night.

Two weeks of slow visitation and party prep passed and you had fallen into a pleasant routine around the pup that worked for both you and Daryl. But you started noticing the leftover benefits from carying a wolf pup were fading because the bitemarks left around your nipples weren't healing as quickly anymore.

Daryl had caught your discomfort and made quick work of cornering you for a chat.

"Yer mind's loud. Hear it buzzin' through the walls." You were captured between his frame and the kitchen counter, unable to escape and admit your annoyingly loud thoughts.

"I'm just sore. The wolfblood is filtering out of my body I think." You automatically sulked into him at the annoying confession. You were so used to the faster healing and improved endurance you were sad your weak human self was returning.

"How 'bout we have a serious chat after the party. Cuz I don' want ya feelin' like yer weak just cus yer a human."

You gave him a soft kiss and agreed to wait for the party to be over. Now focusing on getting everything ready for tomorrow.

The day started slow like any other. You were blessed with a child that slept throigh the night as long as she got fed before bed.

While you prepared breakfast Daryl made his way around the house with a complaining Lily in his arms. The second she saw you she wanted to be fed, but making breakfast and feeding her were no tasks to be combined.

Daryl had given her a slice of ham already, but that didn't suffice. Her whines made that very clear.

"Daryl?" Your voice was picked up by your husband and within moments he was at your side. "Just the bacon left. I can go feed her if you wanna finish this?" You already held your arms open to take Lily from him.

Your kitchen held enough space for you to hang out comfortably as Lily had her breakfast and also give you a lovely view of Daryl cooking bacon to go with your egg sandwiches.

Today was gonna be a good day. You had it all planned out and were excited to see the in-laws again.

But first breakfast. With Lily done feeding you could finally start eating. Thankfullyneach pack mom had the same idea and each gifted you a large basket full of puppy items and a note informing the basket itself and the added blanket were perfect to place your newborn in for a bit to rest your arms. You kept one in almost every room, including one next to you on the table.

You coo'ed at her as you placed her in the soft basket, much to Daryl's amusement.

You found the baskets a bit strange at first, but Daryl had convinced you to give them a chance and now you couldn't function without them.

Just as your butt touched yoir chair again, Daryl came up to the table with two large plates of food.

You two ate dinner and went through the day's plans again before cleaning up the dishes and taking turns taking a shower and setting up the last party prep.

You made sure to give Lily her lunchtime feeding so she'd be asleep just before the people started coming in.

With the large double doors to the back porch opened up you had a perfect view of her living room nap spot and worried a bit less about having to stay at her side the whole time.

Folks started coming in, quickly finding you and Daryl to share congratulations and more small gifts.

The farmers had come empry handed, but not without a promise of a large produce delivery coming in tomorrow. The eight wolves living there took care of greens, eggs, milk and meat.

Some parents had brought their kids too, who were all too eager to grab your hands to be lead to the newborn for a look. You admitted to be a bit anxious, but they all behaved exceptionately well. They sat down on the floor and said quiet hello's.

While you were away from the parents one of the older teens came to you. She had a worried look on her face and sat down close to you before speaking softly.

"Can I ask you something?" She had her head almost laying on your shoulder with how close she got, but you let her stay and let her speak.

"How did you react when you found out Daryl was a werewolf?" The question came out so careful, she was clearly afraid of something she didn't share out loud but the memory made you giggle a bit.

"My dad told me, because I love monster movies. Let's just say I reacted really well to it. Otherwise I wouldn't be here and have a kid with him." You gave her your kindest smile but couldn't help to ask what was bothering her so much.

This younger generation was almost perfectly human with the amount of control they had outside of the full moon, so they were allowed to mingle way more than their parents. Ans so it turned out the girl had developed a crush on a human boy.

She had come to you for advice on humans, not having told even her parents yet.

"It's never easy to show your real self to a human. We're not used to seeing werewolves outside of books and TV." Truth was, the monsters on TV were nothing compared to the beautiful creatures that surrounded you now.

"I think my best advice would be to just be you for now, figure out if he likes you as well and then think about more." You had picked up Lily from her spot and were holding her in your lap now. "Maybe the guy ends up being a weirdo, in the bad sense of the word." The comment managed to get a laugh out of her, luckily brightening the mood again just as Daryl came by.

"There y'are. Lost ya for a minute." He bent down to kiss your head as he stared at his kid nephews and nieces all surrounding his wife and child.

And said nephews and nieces were quickly surrounding uncle Daryl, bombarding him with questions. "Why do you only have one puppy? Can we see missus's wolf? Uncle, when are you having a big family we can play with?"

They swarmed him, clinging to his leg and begging for answers. He had picked up the smallest boy and bribed the kids to be calm around the baby if he'd give them answers. "Now listen y'all. 'N sit yer asses down." In a heartbeat the rowdy bunch plopped their butts down in front of him and stared up. "Momma here ain't a wolf. I thought yer parents told y'all tha' already." An array of "whaaat?" and "woooww"s sounded through the room and pairs of eyes peeked over at you before Daryl continued. "The other pack mommas are all wolves, fhey ca have more pups in one go. She's human, an' human ladies only have one pup at a time." Daryl had sat down on his haunches and had let go of his nephew again. "So be kind to 'er. She's family."

"So is the puppy only half puppy?" The genuine curiosity was adorable, knowing they would never mean harm with their questions. But Daryl's carefully chosen words when he answered were so sweet too. "Neh, Lily's all pup. See human ladies can have lil' ones with all kinds of creatures, not just other humans."

Another wave of "woooowww"s came in reply as some got up and ran for their parents to share the newly aquired facts, and others made sure to come to you and state how cool you were.

"So, humans and wolves really do mix better than most humans think, right?" Your original conversation was almost forgotten thanks to the little ones' questionaire.

"Usually humans are scared of things they don't know. But if you show you're not a threat, it could end up going really well." You gave her a soft side-hug and pat her shoulder, Daryl stepping in on her other side. "There's always gon' be older wolves tha'll think yer wrong fer likin' a human. But fuck' em. Ya can date who ya wan'."

Of course Daryl would be the one who agreed with more modern ways of life when it came to befriending humans. He considered his human best friend a brother and now even had a child with one.

"Thanks for being so open towards the pack, about all of this."

Daryl took her hand and pulled her to her feet, grabbing her and giving her the biggest bear hug. "My folks woulda hunted 'er for sport. Glad they ain't around no more. Nothin' wrong with humans when ya pick 'em well."

She gave him a happy nod in return, thanking you both again before heading out to grab a drink.

Parents had started to round up their kids, getting ready to head home after saying their goodbyes. Just in time to catch Merle come in with his truck stacked to the high heavens with moonshine. The older wolves, and even the ones just turned eightteen were offered to take a jar from the crate Merle took to set on the table on his way to his baby brother.

Without missing a beat he grabbed Daryl's wrist, yanked him towards him and put him in an inescapable hug, praising him and congratulating him on the healthy pup. When he let go he went in to give you the same bone crushing hug before he spotted the pup in your arms and backed up. He stepped up a lot more calm and offered a soft squeeze of the arm instead, congratulating you as well in a much softer voice. "Ya look great, momma. 'N so does the lil' nugget." A choked laugh escaped your lips at the name. "Nugget? Your baby niece has a name you know."

"'Course I know 'er name's Lily. Wha' kina uncle would I be if I didn'?"

You laughed together as Daryl silently appriciated Merle's ability to adjust his behavior around the pup.

The men went back outside after you excused yourself to feed Lily one last time today and try and get her to sleep in her nap spot until you were going to bed and taking her upstairs with you.

"Hey, dontchu drink tha' one! Aint yers!" You heard Merle's voice call out, making you head over outside just that bit faster.

Not that there was a fight, but you didn't want to deal with badly behaving wolves.

Merle noticed you walking through the door and handed you a bottle. Not moonshine, but an expensive brand of wine. "Weren't sure if ya'd be drinkin' cuz of the lil' one. Ya can drink it whenever."

You thanked him and brought the bottle inside, not drinking yet for as long as Lily still drank from you.

Outside the adults were getting loud, howling with laughter. You caught Daryl's voice immediately, he was toasting to you, "his pride and joy", praising you until he was out of breath.

You stood at the oposite end of where he was and watched from a distance, appriciating your loving husband's words.

"And cheers to lil' baby Dixon!" Merle shouted after his brother's speech.

While the men were being their rowdy self, the younger wolves had all banded together and were hanging out at the far end of the property while the women had swarmed you to chit chat. Talks about your daughter and husband were what filled the hours until you could barely keep your eyes open. Some of the mothers had decided then it was time to go round up their teens, get them to help drag dad to the car and head back home while you had gotten up to kiss Daryl goodnight.

"Night, momma~!" Merle's voice slurred as he swayed to wrap an arm around your shoulders and kissed the side of your head. "Good night, Merle. See ya in the morning?" Your sweet smile went straight to his heart, giving you that drunk giggle and nodded. "Ya know I love tha' hammock, find me passed out til' ya bring me some eggs 'n bacon."

You bid him goodnight and moved to find your husband who was still very invested in his conversation about mechanics.

"Baby I'm gonna go sleep." You let him know with a hand on his shoulder to keep his attention. He was drinking, but from a glass instead of a jar, having promised to get at most a bit tipsy tomight and make sure the house was left in a neat state before going to sleep himself.

"Hmhm, goodnight Bunny. Takin' Lily witcha?" He grabbed your side from where he sat next to you and tugged to get a kiss from you.

Bending down you smiled into the kiss, tasting the nasty moonshine.

"Lily and I will be upstairs. Love ya." You gave him another kiss to temple and heqded inside with a few waves to the others still hanging around.

Once upstairs in your bedroom you placed Lily in her crib, babbling soft apologies for waking her up until she slept again and putting yourself to bed as well, falling asleep to the howling of your celebrating family.

A/N: There's so much to write about Daryl's pack, it's so big!!

[boatemboys]

its so silly to me (read: help no why do ppl why) go " yeah agree with marcille that man clearlyy didn't love falin jusg the idea of her that he made up in his mind" and like just trying to make it sound like toshiros lil crush was more of an insane obsession / objectification deal when he was clearly like... he didnt even fall in love like immediately. hes "weird" abt it as in he just straight up proposes and didnt actually say anythign else because hes silly like that (autism...)

like leave him be he just thought she was cool for being fine and normal about bugs (he is tha bug liker) and also thought that she was rlly nice like her voice and how she treated others... girly (toshiro) did not fall for falin just to like elope and have sexy times with her or whatever !!! 26 yr old man first crush !!! like let him live +--#+#-$! sorry for the long ask he is just the silly. living in my mind rent free

he is silly ur right........... i do kind of (key words KIND OF) get what people mean cuz like. yeah it is a little weird for a guy to ask to marry you before even a relationship. but. there is this great and wonderful thing. called CONTEXT!!!!!!!!!!! it genuinely feels like theres a collection of dunmeshi fans who actually havent read it and like it based off of panels they see posted out of context. i was scrolling thru his tag earlier and i saw someone asking does he even like bugs or was he just obsessed with falin? HE LIKES BUGS!!!!!!!!

look at him. little guy. and i think the objectification thing comes from falin boob scene probably? cuz hes staring. but its been blown like wayyy out of proportion to the point where if u werent in fandom u would think hes an acutal creep. ive said it before but i think the toudens vs toshiro is infantalized autism vs demonized autism. with falin specifically its how everyone sees her as this helpless girl and i would say making toshiros attraction to her creepy too? and then marcilles attraction cute because women are also infantalized so its not CREEPY SCARY MAN!!! its cute girl :). but this isnt about that.

i think theres also this thing about the proposal. that i havent had fully formed thoughts about. but. i think its once again a thing about looking at dunmeshi with an exclusively western lens. because YEAH from a western lens a man you arent super close with proposing to you out of nowhere. weird. but for toshiro im pretty sure thats. not entirely "normal" per se but a bit less weird for sure? HOWEVER i need to look more into things before saying anything concrete.

theres also some people who think he hated laios for the same reasons he loved falin which i think. is wrong. to some degree! i can kind of understand as i guess on a very surface level laios is like falin x100 but if u read with ur eyes actually open i do think theres more than enough differences for this to be a little dumb. idk it makes me feel actually insane we must work together to defeat all toshiro haters

[alistairian]

Father = biological dad, Dad = stepdad

What I've always known: my father was married to my mother for 6 years, and after spending half that time trying for a baby he left for some other woman he met on course (work trip) several weeks before I was due. He didn't want any custody and only saw me once when he came to grab the last of his things. He left my mom with a newborn infant, a house she couldn't afford on her own, plus 2 cats and a dog.

My father has a very large tight-knit family. His parents came to visit me and support my mom after I was born, and one of his sisters kept in touch with my mom over the years. From what I understand the family was pretty split over who to support and people started taking sides. During times when I lived close to that side of the family I would visit my grandparents and aunt and see my cousins. My father was never around during these times, we assumed he lived in Ontario but when the child support payments stopped coming we couldn't track him down and his family was no help. I think at one point when I was little my mom tried to get him to sign off on letting her change my last name from his, and I guess he said no cuz it never happened.

The new information: when I was about 9 my grandfather passed away, I remember my mom crying while telling me, which is notable cuz she is not a cryer. We didn't go to the funeral and I always just assumed it was because of the distance (we lived several hours away).

When I was 17 he asked my mom for permission to reach out to me and offered to start paying child support again while I went to college. I said if he was just going to vanish again and make no effort then I didn't want him to bother. We talked a littld bit. Met when I was 18. He kind of played the victim, talked about how emotional he is and how it's easy for him to start crying. Idk what I was meant to do with that info, pity him? Saw him maybe 2 more times at family gatherings and then we were strangers again. In full honest truth I just didn't really care, I already had a stepdad who was with us since I was 2 so I wasn't missing anything. (Fun sidenote, my dad and father used to be friends. They were diving buddies and one day while they were both on tour (big work trip) they met at a bar and my dad had to confess that he was dating my mom and raising me. That friendship ended right then and there of course)

Turns out my grandfather actually asked to see me before he passed. He was in a hospital and his dying wish was to see all of his grandkids one more time and he asked for me by name. However, my father was there for his dad's passing, and decided that it would be too awkward for him if I was also there, so he denied his OWN dad's dying wish and said I wasn't allowed to go. I was the only one who didn't get to say goodbye and didn't go to the funeral.

I remember when I was starting college and stayed with my grandmother for a few months she mentioned that my grandfather asked to see me when he was dying. It must have slipped up cuz I didn't know this version of the story and didn't know why I wouldn't have been able to see him. I kinda thought she was lying, she tends to overembellish and romanticise things.

During this time was when I was seeing my relatives more at gatherings and birthdays and stuff. I always felt like an outsider or that I was the families ugly secret (didn't help that I was also out as trans at this point) which I figured was just because I typically feel out of place and uncomfortable but it turns out they're all actually just guilty and uncomfortable. I stayed with my aunt for awhile too during this time, the one who stayed in touch with my mom, she was always so nice and made a point to give me space and made sure I wasn't feeling pressured or overwhelmed. It felt like a bit of overcompensation but I figured it was the trans stuff making people a little weird.

My aunt passed a few years ago after her cancer came back. Her oldest daughter rushed to have her wedding early once her mom started getting sick again and she collapsed after the reception. She never left the hospital after that and died about a week later. My father texted me to let me know. Visitation at the hospital was extremely limited due to covid, so I knew I wouldn't have been able to see her.

Another family member commissioned a portrait sketch from me of my aunt to be used at her celebration of life, I offered to do it for free since that was my aunt who took me in and who I was closest to. I was asked to draw the same picture again to be given to my other aunt (her twin), paid for this time, but I never got paid and she never came to pick up the 2nd picture. I reached out a few times, was ghosted. My mom reached out to the twin to see if I could just give her the drawing directly, nothing ever came of it. And once again, I was never even invited to attend the celebration, and we live in the same city this time.

My mom still asks me if my grandmother sends me birthday wishes, because she noticed that she's always making happy bday posts on facebook for all her other grandchildren except me (no, she doesn't send me anything) and honestly now that my aunt has passed I'm pretty much finished with that whole side of the family.

All this to say: hey isn't it fucked up that a man in his 30s abandoned his wife and child and did everything he could to make things as difficult as possible? Hey isn't it fucked up that 10 years later at the age of 40 the same guy denied his father's dying wish, on his deathbed, because the possibility of being in the same room as the child he abandoned was just too uncomfortable? Hey, isn't fucked up that when he did decide he wanted to try he half assed it so bad he made himself out to be the victim and then ended up excluded his adult child from yet another family members funeral? And this time the entire family was complicit because I was right there and everyone knew that my aunt always supported me and my mom? And then they even asked for a service from me, which I provided for FREE, and still nobody had the fucking consideration to maybe oh idk, invite me to say goodbye? My fucking pencil drawing got to participate for christs sakes.

Anyway. Lowkey looking forward to the day he's on his own deathbed mulling over all his regrets and asks to see me before he passes. Then I can tell him no, that's too awkward.

I have the urge to trauma dump about extended family drama and my official (self-appointed) title as the black sheep of the family, but alas. It is already 3am

[stitch1830]

do you think that toph would be trained in first aid and cpr and stuff bc she's a cop? Cuz I have this angsty, hurt comfort mama!toph ask: What if Lin or Suyin, as young infants, were just sleeping in their crib or on a cushion and toph was occupied with something else when the newborn suddenly started choking on their spit or mucus? how would toph realize what was happening? After saving them, how would she react and how did she then calm them down? What if su was the one choking and lin was nearby? sorry if this is a sensitive topic, i've just been in my mama!toph feels

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask, and your patience! Mama Toph feels are always amazing, and I’m happy to oblige! :D

I’ve never thought of whumpy scenarios like this, but I think it would certainly be an interesting scenario, and definitely a possibility.

I think Toph’s reaction to Lin not being able to breathe for a moment would probably be more of a freak out and much scarier for Toph, especially as a first time mama. Of course, she’d freak out if baby Su was also choking, but I think with a second kid, Toph would have a little more experience, which may help calm some of her nerves and fears.

But back to the scenario. I can see Toph trying to clean up the house or work on something, and she sets Lin down so she can focus on work. After a few minutes of working, all of a sudden Toph starts to hear something odd. It’s like a ragged breathing or a weird coughing noise, but Lin’s cough normally doesn’t sound like that. Then, her heart drops. Toph runs over to Lin and finds her struggling to breathe and so she does what she can by patting her back to clear her airway or by initiating CPR if it comes to that. I think in the moment, Toph would try one or two things, but then if she can’t tell if Lin is getting better, she goes straight to the infirmary. Especially if this is the first time that it happens, Toph may prefer to go to an expert than try to manage the situation on her own. She’s a great mama, but I feel like Toph would also be really insecure about her abilities to help her kids, so she often turned to healers and Katara and anyone else that was nearby with kids before she really felt comfortable taking care of the babies.

Whether or not she stays at home after the baby is fine or if she’s at the infirmary, Toph holds Linny close and just kisses the top of her head a hundred times, saying how sorry she is and that it’s all okay now. I feel like if she could, she’d hold them all night until Lin had to be put down for bed. And that night, Toph would definitely not go to sleep. She sits by Lin’s crib and listens to her breathing, checking every single breath to see if they sound off.

If Toph didn’t know proper first aid before the incident (which, I feel like she would’ve had some knowledge about taking care of cuts or scratches or performing CPR because of her job), she would definitely talk to her deputy chief or some healer and ask for lessons on how to do first aid, especially for infants. She wants to be prepared in case this happens again because the thought of losing Lin was too much to bear.

I also feel like this prompts Toph to have Lin’s crib be in Toph’s room, or Toph sleeps on the floor next to the crib, just so that she can monitor the baby better than before.

In the scenario where both Lin and Suyin are in the picture, I think that Toph would be a little more perceptive to this type of situation, but I also think that Lin would call out to Toph and say that Suyin’s not breathing or something. I’m not sure that little Lin would be able to help Su other than by shaking her lightly to see how she reacts, and then she’d call for help. Lin likely would be terrified after Toph runs into the room to try and save Su, so I’m not sure that she would help her mother other than run silently next to her as they go to the hospital for a checkup after. Toph would hold Lin as the healers worked on Su, and when it was all over Toph would probably hug Lin so tight and then kiss her girls because even if she had been through a scenario like this before, it’s still scary to think about the “what ifs” when her baby can’t breathe.

So that night, she’d have Lin sleep in the bed with her, and baby Su would be in the crib right next to the bed, and Toph would hold onto Linny and say how brave she was today and everything.

This is definitely an interesting hurt/comfort scenario, especially since Toph’s trying to help reassure Lin while also trying to hear what the healers have to say about Suyin and how she’s doing. Toph’s emotionally fried by the end of the day because her poor girls were hurt, and the only thing that makes her feel better is just having them close.

Okay! I think that’s all I have as far as scenario ideas for this type of hurt/comfort scenario, but it’s a very interesting one to ponder! Thanks again for the ask anon, and I know I’m not the speediest reply, I’m happy to chat if you want to talk about the amazing Beifong family or hear about your different scenarios. Hope you have a great day, too!

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Send me asks about ATLA, LOK, or anything, really! :D

[phoenixyfriend]

Uhh for the prompt meme, 3 & 13 gives me Anakin and the Jedi Babies vibes, so Jango or Jaster & Anakin or Soka or Ben maybe?

390 Prompts!!!! 3. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?” 13. “BOOM! That oughta show you not to mess with me!”

IDK if I’ll get the actual line in but I’ve been meaning to write a bit about Jango and Sokanth, at minimum. Jango is just barely fifteen, Soka is two. She has very vague memories of her teen self.

EDIT: I GOT THE LINE IN

Objectively, Jango’s main connection to Anakin Skywalker should have been professional.

It wasn’t.

Jango hadn’t been one of the soldiers to bring in the little family. He’d heard about it after they’d already been taken to medical, arrived just in time to see them muttering about how fancy the prosthetic arm was as they removed it--frostbite risk, they said--and stripping the Jedi of his sodden robes. The man was only a few years older than Jango, and covered in battle scars. Attractive, maybe, but Jango wouldn’t be able to even think of that until he wasn’t staring at blue lips on a half-dead face.

“How did he know we were here?” he asks his father, stepping up beside the man at the overlarge window of the ‘secure’ medical room, and receiving half a glance in response.

“He didn’t,” Jaster says, looking supremely unhappy with the entire situation. “Had no idea who I was, when he saw me.”

“He talked to you?”

“For about five seconds before he passed out.” Jaster smiles, thin and grim. “We found an Ident card. It’s got a name, a few details that don’t make sense... we think it might have been prepared for a long-term mission in system with a non-standard calendar; the dates are in the future if we assume it’s Republic.”

“Weird,” Jango mutters. “He doesn’t look much like a Jedi.”

“Adi’ka, you’ve never met a Jedi,” Jaster scoffs, cuffing him on the shoulder.

“Jedi don’t wear black leather,” Jango argues, glancing at the nearest pile of cloth.

Jaster rolls his eyes. “He had four lightsabers on him, if that’s what you’re looking to ask.”

“Haran.” Jango whistles lowly, impressed despite himself. “What’d he need that many for?”

“The brown robes were too short for him,” Jaster says, voice not quite loud enough to carry. “And the other set were fit for a female youngling, even shorter.”

He hadn’t been alone.

And now he was.

“Bodies?” Jango asks.

“None dead,” Jaster says. “And the living are... far too young to match up.”

He gestures, and Jango belatedly sees the tiny, tiny things in cribs to the side.

Jango swears, quiet and angry. He’d heard there were children, but he hadn’t expected anyone quite that small.

Jaster takes the cursing in stride. “They’re estimating the human at six months. Togruta’s maybe two years. Jedi was damn near dead when they found him, but the kids seem fine. Medics are guessing it’s something to do with the Force, because neither of them were even that cold.”

“Any idea how he knows them?”

“Nothing yet, just that he cares about them like they’re his own,” Jaster says. “Scouting party claimed he said they were family. Even used Mando’a, called them aliit. We’re going to keep them together until we know more. No use accidentally enraging a Jedi by separating him from family, if that’s what they are. The Togruta seems to know him, at least.”

“I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to have families.”

“You also thought Jedi weren’t supposed to wear black leather.”

Jango huffs and turns away from his father, focusing in on how the medics are starting to pack in blankets on the man’s chest while they get to work on the thigh wound. It looks already cauterized, maybe a blaster, but that can still get infected damned easily. Jango’s seen it happen before.

“Can the togruta talk yet?”

“Only enough to ask for her... carer?” Jaster hazards. “She refers to him as ‘Skyguy’ and it’s been pretty much the only word she’s said that isn’t gibberish.”

Jango almost asks if they’re sure it’s not just Togruti.

Even as he watches the area below, the toddler starts crying. A few of the medics dart glances over, but they're busy with the adult. The crying starts increasing in pitch, heading to dangerous territory, and a number of people abruptly remember that a Togruta's cry is much more likely to destroy eardrums than a human child's.

Jango hesitates, but turns from his father and heads for the door. Nobody comments.

Jango slips into the room as quietly as a teenager in most of a beskar kit can, and goes over to the cribs that have been hastily set up. The human infant is quiet, blinking sleepily and furrowing their little brow, but the toddler has gotten to her feet, clinging to the bars and screaming her little head off. He stops in front of her and... tries to figure out what to do.

"Weks?"

He has no idea if that's a word. She's stopped screaming at least, is just rubbing her eyes free of tears and peering up at him. She hiccups.

"Hi," he says, unsure of what else to do.

"No weks," she seemingly decides, and her lip trembles. Kriff. "Obi-obi?"

"I don't know what you're saying," he tells her, but offers a hand that she immediately grabs for. "Do you know Basic?"

"Ya!" she cheers, and then starts trying to climb out of the crib. Jango panics and picks her up, because he's pretty sure this might be a Jedi baby, and if it's a Jedi baby, then what if she can float? He can't deal with an upset, floating baby. Better he just pick her up.

"Hi," he repeats, still unsure of what to do with this small child. She frowns at him, deep in thought, and pats at his face like she's trying to figure it out. "What are you--"

"Shi-ny," she suddenly insists. "Like Tup."

He has no idea what she's trying to say. "Sure."

She frowns harder at him, and then leans forward and drops her head against his beskar, seemingly unaware of how uncomfortable it's going to be. "Shiny. Weks 'n' Cody 'n' Echo 'n' vod."

"You don't even know my name," Jango says, panicking a little. "You can't call me vod."

"Shhhh now," she says, patting blindly at his mouth. He tries to crane his head away. He mostly fails. "Sleepy."

"Wh--okay," he decides. Sure. If it keeps her quiet, sure. He goes to sit down, and she immediately turns and tries to grab for her... fellow child? He has no idea what they are to each other.

"No!"

"Okay, okay, we can stay with the other baby!" Jango assures her, trying to bounce her up and down like he's seen new parents do, looking frantically for a chair to pull over. "I'm going to get a chair and we'll come right back, okay?"

She looks up at him, tears gathering. "Pwomise?"

"Uh, yeah, I promise."

He lets her bury her face back against his chest, and quickly grabs the nearest chair and drags it over to the cribs. He ignores the medics for the most part, just focuses on holding the toddler that he has, mostly against his own will, become temporarily responsible for. "Do you have a name?"

She just whines and cuddles closer. He sighs.

"Well, I'm Jango. So, you don't have to call me that other stuff." He moves a hand to pull her away from where she's about to topple off his lap. She grabs for it and pulls it to her face, apparently forgetting that she'd just declared herself sleepy. She examines the glove in fascination. "Please definitely don't call me vod. You have people here, and I just met you. Wait for your, uh, Skyguy? Wait for your Skyguy to wake up."

She bites his fingers. He pulls his hand away, swearing under his breath and panicking just a little. "Don't put that in your mouth, do you have any idea where my gloves have been?"

She bares her teeth at him and growls. Given that her teeth are barely more than nubs, this doesn't do much. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

"Ya!"

"I am not."

She pouts and whines and throws herself back against the beskar, causing a thunking noise as her montral hits the plate. She does not seem perturbed by the collision, just twists somehow closer and sticks her thumb in her mouth.

That is... also probably covered in germs. He looks over at the crib, spots a pacifier, and awkwardly leans to grab it without dropping the toddler in his lap or standing up and making it harder for her to start falling asleep again. There's a little togruta on it, which he figures means it's not going to be a choking hazard for non-human teeth. "Here, chew this instead."

She makes a curious noise and lifts her head. She wrinkles her nose at the pacifier, and then looks up at him. "Jan-Jan, no."

"Wh--you know what, no, you're a kid, I can't get angry at you for getting my name wrong," he sighs. "Take the pacifier, it's cleaner than your hand."

"No!"

"Please?" He tries.

She glares at him a little harder and then huffs. "Kay. Cuz shiny."

He still has no idea what that means, but if it gets her to fall asleep with this thing in her mouth instead of her dubiously-clean hand, he's fine with it.

(When he learns what shiny means, he will be much less fine with it.)

(It'll be far too late by that point, of course.)

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

May I hear more about transformation viper Janus?

Absolutely

Bare with me as every single thought in my adhd brain stumbles over each other trying to be the first one out

Janus’s egg was laid by one of the miners’s companion beasts before they left.

Transformation vipers can reproduce by sexually and asexually, and are completely asexual before they bite something (basically Janus stole Virgil’s gender). Asexual reproduction is how you get new transformation vipers (genetically identical), sexual reproduction will produce offspring that are not transformation vipers (i.e. they are the offspring of whatever species the parent viper stole genetic material from).

Co-opting genetic material from another organism is how transformation vipers diversify their gene pool. After genetic material is obtained, the original genetic material of the viper rewrites itself to be compatible with the new material (i.e. Janus’s genetic material became DNA so as to match Virgil’s)

(Side note: I don’t think aliens would have DNA, or at least it would be unlikely that they did, as their genetic material since life on other planets would have evolved completely separately from our own)

The eggs of fledgling vipers are thick and turn into the armor along the fledgling’s back when they hatch. Fledglings are capable of recreating their eggs by coiling up, this helps attract predators for them to bite; it doesn’t need to be a predator though, they’ll bite anything that moves and gets close enough; technically they could bite plants (or plant-like organisms as once again, life would evolve very different on different planets and the kingdoms of life might look very different), but since they look for movement, it’s uncommon.

The fledgling stage ends soon after it bites something, and therefore adds to its own genetic material. A transformation viper can bite many things during its fledgling stage, but as soon as it bites one thing, the transformation has already begun.

Basically, transformation vipers can’t reach maturity and still be a completely pure transformation viper

Janus bit Virgil, and then Virgil took great care not to allow him to bite Patton or the twins (he didn’t want to have to figure out a three-way hybrid child).

At any point in their life, transformation vipers are capable of unhinging their jaws and swallowing things whole, this is how they eat without incorporating their food’s genetical material. (Side note: this means that Janus wasn’t trying to eat Roman, and since he also didn’t bite Roman, we know that all he wanted to do was suck on the weird binky thing.)

After their fledgling stage, vipers tend to develop similarly to the young of their new genetic material donor (other than that they always hatch out of their egg), so Virgil has more or less a human baby who needs to be cared for in the same way as a human baby.

After their fledgling stage, vipers can no longer make dramatic changes to their genetic material, but they can still benefit from biting other organisms. They can gain immunity to illnesses, or better night vision, or the ability to hold their breath for longer, etc. Small changes that don’t really require changing their whole physiology.

Baby Janus is a terror to everyone on Eco-6 (eco for ecology cuz I’m so funny), not only is he a cute little baby, but he’ll bite you if you pick him up (he’s a little more resistant than a human baby, but he does cry when people drop him on the floor).

He will always be yellow and snake-like, leading some aliens to believe that that’s just a normal variation of human, or that Virgil reproduced with a very interesting alien species (which… he kinda did, just not like that).

Janus will develop through infancy faster than a regular human baby (cuz he’s already had his infant stage), but his childhood and adulthood will be fairly normal lengths (though he might live longer than a regular human for a variety of factors including that he’ll pick up immunity to various diseases along the way).

Janus will lay a few eggs later in his life that will be genetically identical to his fledgling stage. Most adult transformation vipers just leave the eggs where they are, as parenthood is not in the transformation viper’s nature; some will continue to look after the eggs if parenthood is particularly strong in their new genetic material, but even then they���re more likely to look after their sexually produced young than their asexually produced transformation viper young; even other transformation vipers who have achieved sentience through transformation will often leave their eggs where they’re laid as their instincts tell them to do.

Janus, being a scientist’s son, will probably keep his young, and maybe study them if it doesn’t hurt them too much (this is also an ethical dilemma for him as his young are technically feral animals. He could have them bite other humans so that they become like him, but is that unethical? Unnatural? On the other hand, if they bite, for example, a pog, then they’re basically just pets, but they’re also his biological children. And now I’m thinking about it too much so it’s time to move on).

Fledgling transformation vipers do not bite other transformation vipers (fledgling or otherwise), it’s one of their few natural instincts.

(Side note: transformation happens when bacteria find DNA just like, loose in the environment and then incorporate it into its own genetic material; conjugation happens when one bacteria donates DNA to another bacteria, and is initiated by the donor. What transformation vipers do is basically conjugation in reverse, so I figured transformation was the closest equivalence. The DNA was technically in his environment.)

I think that’s all I’ve got. I’ll post more later if I remember something

[mvmnbnv]

i didnt know this convo would be deep for a lot of ppl but im glad it is, and its nice to have it!

"if i’m allowed to project for a second, i feel like she does value sex, but it might just be a more intimate thing for her." no cuz this right here! I've said it before but Vi gives me more demisexual vibes than anything. I feel like if she is intimate with someone itd be because she trusts them, especially with all the trauma she has with physical violence and abuse. hell she barely lets cait touch her face at one point i imagine you'd have to be pretty close to her to touch anything else

yeah, ppl who infantalize ppl and THEN fetishize them for the childish way they see them is just...ick...and the fact that many people still have these weird attitudes around "virginity" in 2024 is so wild. and in fandom spaces full of sapphics its even more disappointing to see them actively participate in this nonsense when its already so prevalent in the outside world. like...keeping patriarchal views on "virginity" in wlw works??? brutha eugh...

When i say she doesn't prioritize it i dont mean she doesnt value it necessarily, but that its just not really at the top of her list. like it seems to be something she can go without. like i mentioned with the pitfighter arc, she doesnt go looking for sexual relationships, but is satisfied (for a bit) with her friendship with that guy, and jinx has been a priority for her all her life. her priorities seem to lie in more familial/platonic relationships from what i can see (which honestly i love because bonds like that are just as important as romantic ones, which is another reason why i get pissed that ppl want to say that guy was helping her just to fuck her, aside from the fact that shes a lesbian). I'm gonna project a bit too here based on what i see w her, but i feel like she'd have it when it happens to come up with someone she trusts. like a "if it happens it happens" sort of deal mixed with "i trust u enough to be intimate in this way with you" if that makes sense lol.

but yea! im glad this little thought is actually getting ppl talking! its nice to hear from likeminded ppl and to open up discussions about these things that also have an impact on us irl <3

https://www.tumblr.com/mvmnbnv/764337061679546368/i-feel-like-one-of-the-big-reasons-people-cant?source=share

So right about attractiveness not equating to consent. I'm 24 and have never had sex yet whenever I talk to someone they automatically assume that I've had a plethora of people into my pants because of the way that I look or carry myself. Like I'm talking all the way from early teens where they would say that I look like a hoe or whatever the hell that means. I mean power to those who have had it but it's not necessarily a priority for me and I can go on with other meaningful relationships besides sexual.

I also see this in Vi. She strikes me (personally) as the type to not have that much experience but she's obviously not sheltered and knows how to manoeuvre herself in different situations.

hello fellow inexperienced adult lol *waves*

yeah, the attitudes around sex and "virginity" are so weird. and being attractive doesnt automatically make someone active lol, some of us dont prioritize it, or have never have enough social interactions for it to happen. i feel you on your experience with all this! wild ass hell that ppl say stuff like that, and the having other meaningful relationships other than sexual was something i thought about w vi also! like notice she prioritizes her relationship with her family, or with her friend during her pitfighter arc. doesnt seem like sex is a big need for her

ive talked about it before, but my take on it is that people are attracted to her one, and two have to project their idea of what butches should be, and that usually comes with the harmful bs trope of deviant sex fiend, who is sometimes even predatory. its all just bleh...i just wish ppl knew that other's relationship with sex isnt always black n white. hell its so bad ive even had ppl who knew how freaky i was when it came to the things ive said go all "aaaw ur a babyyy" as soon as they found out about my inexperience...as if there are no grey areas lmao. ppl gotta unpack that

[ladyfluffbutt]

Vanessa Wilson

Age:23

Height: 6'8"

Nickname(s): Nessa, Nessi

Species: Red-Eared Slider (charcoal color morph)

Apologies this is gonna be long lol

Eye color: Hazel with blue flecks

Location: Willow Bloom, NY (in Appalachian MTS. Think of like the Catskills)

Weapon(s): Bow, throwing axes, hand-to-hand, hunting knife(trained to survive in wilderness)

Occupation(s): Mechanic/Metal Worker/Handy Turtle. Also helps family maintain park and lands

Hobbies: Building weird contraptions ex: kinetic wind sculptures, battle robots, and other oddities that may or may not be dangerous (May be a bit of a mad scientist. Mythbusters really inspires her), riding the lands on her horse, Atlas, off-roading, swimming, singing, dancing, collecting strange knick-knacks, hiking.

Likes: Cream cheese, steampunk, salt and vinegar chips, animals, horror movies, bananas, haning out with the young folk or Willow Bloom, Mythbusters, battle bots.

Dislikes: Most perfumes, beer, peanut butter, chocolate, skunk stink, roller slates, legos, sarcasm, folks refering to her as "toots, sweetheart, angelcakes, (sorry Mikey) baby, or any typical pet name.

(It's either Vanessa, Nessa, Nessi, Miss, or Ma'am. Show a lady some respect. Only her Maw and Paw can call her Sweety, Honey, Baby girl, and whatnot)

Personality: Chill but can be quick tempered if the wrong buttons are pushed. Can also be Stern and parental when it comes to the young. She can be extremely fierce when defending her family. Best to not threaten them. She had no qualms about killing someone in the name of her family's safety.

Bio:

Vanessa doesn't remember where she came from. Her now Father found her down in Tenessee off a highway he was hiking alongside. She'd fully mutated and was filthy, cold, and starving when he quickly carried her to his little cabin.

There he and his wife nursed her back to health. They named her and she was taken in jist like that. They loved their odd turtle baby just as much as their own 3-year-old son.

When they returned to their home in Willow Bloom they introduced little infant Vanessa to Dominic's parents then to the whole town. Vanessa grew up basically like a normal kid. She went to school, hung out with her human friends, played, and did all the normal things. Willow Bloom was a very small town and it was well out of the way and isolated with a population of only 327.

When there was the occasional outsider the townspeople were very quick to hide little Vanessa and keep close watch on the outsider till they left. As far as they're all concerned they're family; Everyone watches out for each other and their kids.

She did have to go through some strength training by her Mom when she was a bit older, as she was a lot stronger than a normal kid and had accidentally broke Eric's arm while they were roughhousing. Irizhia aslo began teaching her hand to hand combat since she always liked watching her Mom train and work out.

Survival training and hunting lessons were also a must as the mountains were a dangerous place. One needed to know how to take care of themselves in the event they ran into trouble.

Fun Facts

Despite punk-like appearance, Vanessa has a very deep south accent. (Thanks Dad)

Was voted "Hottest voice" by her peers in her graduating class, much to her embarrassment.

She loves country music but also has a thing for Van Halen, AC/DC, and some other rock and metal music.

Has her own place out in the woods where she works on her crazy inventions. It's also a big hangout place for the local kids and teens.

Hosts her own battle bots completion at her place for entertainment. She's not a computer wiz like Donnie but she knows her way around wiring and metal work.

May have somehow built a jet engine at one point and threw shit up behind it just to watch it explode and blast off.

Really good with her bow. Regularly makes trick shots.

Can even shoot bow with her feet.

Wears her bandana to cover up scars on her head.

Likes aqua/turquoise color cuz it was her Nana's favorite color.

Despite her size she's a really good dancer. She and her sis, Molly have won the local competition four years in a row.

Nessa has never really thought about where she came from or really what she is. She's fine not knowing and firmly believes she and Luma are the only giant turtle-people.

Has a "middle finger" tongue piercing she likes to show off. Also got her nose pierced and a slight split tongue.

Oof this took a lot longer to type out than I intended! But hey here's all about my Gal, Vanessa!

[ikeservant]

helleuuu i was hoping to plz request some i-want-a-baby crazy/pregnant MC+lord reactions/hcs with kenshin, mitsuhide, ieyasu, and mitsunari?? though any/all would be fascinating. loooove how you write these hunky lords~~ thank you in advance either way!! (sry for poor english ^^)

Thank you! I lowkey get baby fever with babies and cute lil kids and my mama bear instincts kick in so mc is relatable in this hc in that aspect >w<. I hope you enjoy!

Kenshin-

Baby fever mode: Kenshin noticed that every time he’d go out with mc she would be in a state of bliss when she saw a baby or a small child. He would be DRAGGED by her when she saw a baby, asking the mom how old the baby was and cooing over the baby while Kenshin just stared, not seeing the appeal over a weak and slobbery infant. Until he saw the eyes of mc light up as she cradled a friend’s baby did it click how much mc was in full mama attitude mode and how maybe he might want to have a baby of their own. It wasn’t until mc upfront asked him after waving goodbye to another baby on the street “Do you want kids someday?” Although he was hesitant with the idea of having children, especially with the possibility of losing mc during childbirth, mc’s face made it clear that one of her biggest desires is to be a mother. “Our children will be the greatest that ever lived.”

Pregnant mode: Ultimate executor of mc’s desires. Her wish is his command and is so involved in his sense of duty to provide to the love of his life and their baby that he does not get bothered by her crankiness. Will be super worried if she starts crying or winces in pain because anything that hurts his mc in any way is gonna pay the price! Would evaluate mc 24/7and satisfy her food cravings no matter how weird they were. Would be on Sasuke like butter on toast to recall any knowledge and procedures to help with pregnancy/childbirth bc he is so paranoid and worried for the now two things in his life. Their baby hasn’t been born yet but he has already sworn that he would absolutely die/kill for mc and their future baby.

Mitsuhide-

Baby fever mode: When one of the trusted castle staff had nobody to watch her baby as she had to run an errand, Mitsuhide noticed mc almost propelling herself forward and offering to babysit in a split second. He watched as mc took care of the baby, especially when she was amazed with every single thing the baby did. The baby just had to make a noise or clap their lil hands together and she’d be the most amazed person in the world (he actually got a bit jealous of the baby for that). He decided to get an embarrassed reaction out of her by saying “We might have to make some babies of our own to keep you amused like that, little mouse.”he’d suggestively smirk, expecting her to be caught off guard, except her enthusiastic “YES PLEASE” both surprised him and made him extremely happy on the inside. He never thought he deserved to have a family of his own but mc gave that hope and opportunity and he was gonna take it.

Pregnant mode: Probably noticed before mc did. Would have to tone it down on the teasing unless he wants to actually make his pregnant mc cry. Her workload would magically reduce drastically (maybe bc Mitsu convinced Nobunaga to give her time to relax). If her feet started to hurt he’d scoop her up and carry her because he didn’t want her feet to hurt anymore and her reactions are priceless. When taking her food craving order to Masamune, he loves to see his astonished and disgusted reaction to the strange food combos but would comply. Finds himself gazing at the baby bump, amazed how beautiful and fragile life is and how he will protect it no matter what.

Ieyasu-

Baby fever mode: When mc heard one of the castle staff talking about how her baby was getting sick a lot, she charged right in there and promised an arrangement to be made with THE doctor Ieyasu. Of course mc’s plea for checking on a sick baby is met with a begrudging yes cuz he has a kind heart and he knows mc is soft for babies. When the maid brought her baby in mc suddenly started to fawn over the baby before remembering why the baby was here. She would still tickle the baby’s foot and let the baby hold her finger to calm down. Ieyasu couldn’t help but gaze at her being so awestruck and loving to the baby. “We should have a baby, Ieyasu.” *cue Ieyasu getting a surprised coughing fit and blush*Would brush it off at first but at the end of the day would say yes, even though babies can be annoying and frustrating, he would bear that and love their child.

Pregnant mode: TBH would know mc was pregnant before she did. Would be the king of making tea and herbal remedies to combat morning sickness and get plenty of nutrients. Makes some good foot cream as well. He researches everything he can about pregnancy and worries constantly on the inside. Tones down his contrary remarks so mc doesn’t get upset and learns to be cool and hospitable more so than ever. Mc is always on his mind 24/7 and he’s constantly listing things to do to help her and ensure she and their baby will be the healthiest that they possibly can, working himself into a frenzy and feeling like he’s not doing enough, but mc reassures him he’s doing all he can. He never thought he’d ever find love, much less have a family with the love of his life, so he thanks the universe as he puts his hand on mc’s stomach as she’s sleeping.

Mitsunari-

Baby fever mode: One of the soldiers brought his baby to training, going to Mitsunari to explain that he couldn’t train because his wife was sick and couldn’t care for the baby that day. Mc heard the word baby and RAN to them. “I can watch the baby as you train!” “I do not want to trouble you, prince-“ “I WILL WATCH THE BABY”. Mc enthusiastically received the baby as the soldier went back to the lines. During break Mitsunari walked up to mc still watching the baby and noticed how overjoyed she was.“That was nice of you to watch his baby, mc.” “I kind of have baby fever right now so it works out for the best.” “Baby fever? Is that bad?” “Oh no it’s a saying for people that really love babies and really want a baby.” “Would the cure for baby fever be having a baby? If so, I’d love to do that.” “YES”

Pregnant mode: Definitely read through every single book possible about pregnancy and parenthood to be the best aid and father possible. He’s really good at strategizing and scheduling health plans for mc but execution wise is somewhat terrifying. Mc tactfully suggests for Masamune to make her meals after Mitsunari set the whole kitchen on fire. Mitsunari already has a tough time caring for himself and his health, but he takes mc’s pregnancy as seriously as a battle plan and is always careful around her. He wants to be as dependable as possible to mc and will be of greater focus than he is with himself. He will prevent her from tripping on anything but that doesn’t prevent himself from tripping. As long as mc and their baby will be safe and happy, he’d be willing to take on all the bruises and burns in the world.

[katsukisbimbo]

Fight Me

✯ Hashibira Inosuke x Strong! Fem! Reader

✯ genre: crack!!!! kind of strangers-to-friends-to-lovers au? kinda ooc characters but it do be like dat

✯ summary: inosuke likes girls that can put him in his place

✯ wordcount: 2.0k +

note: this was a request by @ahegaoapril sorry if it took me so long to write it!! i had to rewatch some of kny to get the events right but i hope you enjoy!!

- okay so

- you first met tanjirou when you were making your way to the drum house

- you saw that he was a fellow demon slayer so why not stick with each other yknow

- teamwork makes the dream work

- “hi i’m y/l/n y/n!! what’s your name??”

- “i’m kamado tanjirou!! how old are you??” you tell him your age and luckily you guys were close to each other’s ages

- omg!!

- new bffs

- but then you could sense the presence of a demon coming from the box tanjirou was carrying on his back

- and he’s like

- ruh roh

- o.o

- “aHHhsjd you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to!! feel free to tell me whenever you’re ready!!”

- and he’s just uwuing

- because wow you’re so nice

- he’s gonna l o v e being your friend

- on your way up the mountain you see a blonde simp trying to harass a girl into marrying him

- sigh

- simps

- you notice that he’s wearing the demon slayer uniform

- ‘do they accept just anyone in the demon slayers’

- you and tanjirou make your way over to them and try to pull the simp off of the poor girl

- “hEY gEt off hEr rIghT nOw”

- “please marry me i’m so weak please i need you to protect me you’re so beautifu-“

- you grab the weirdo and fling him away from the girl

- she thanks you and starts being the crap out of him and honestly you couldn’t find the kindness in yourself to stop her

- eh

- it ez what it ez

- he goes on crying about how he was weak and how he needed a wife until

- “EHHHHH WHO IS THIS BEAUTY YOU’RE WITH HUH TANJIROU? HUH WHO IS SHE? YOU PUSHED MY FUTURE WIFE AWAY BECAUSE YOU ALREADY HAVE YOUR OWN GSHSJSDJDBX-“

- but before he could go on you shoved him onto the floor making him eat dirt (poor baby)

- time skip becuase zenitsu is too chaotic

- you guys made your way up the mountain

- whew

- you need to work out more

- y/n’s stamina said: no

- after you guys got to the drum house you saw two little kids crying and hugging each other but suddenly a kid fell out the window

- you turned to shield the kids’ eyes so that they wouldn’t be able to see

- you, tanjirou, and zenitsu made your way inside of the house, sensing berko is demons on your way in

- you sadly got seperated from zenitsu and tanjirou

- sigh

- what nOW

- and you suddenly see a fucking guy with a boar mask

- “HAHAAHAHAHSAIAH”

- whAT THE FUCK

- RUN GET OUT OF THERE WHAT IS THAT

- luckily it just breezes past you and goes on a rampage

- ...

- when you got out you saw a beaten up zenitsu shielding tanjirou’s box from the boar mans relentless kicks

- oh no

- you fly into action and kick the shit outta the boar man

- but tanjirou suddenly comes out and yells at you to stop and that demon slayers weren’t allowed to raise their blades against one another

- who said that you were gonna be fighting with swords

- “sTOP Y/N-CHAN YOU’LL GET HURT”

- “IDC BITCH I DIDN’T CHOOSE THE THUG LIFE THE THUG LIFE CHOSE ME”

- “the hate u give little infants fucks everyone” -2pac

- y/n: *proceeds to beat the shit out of the boar dude and successfully knocks him out with one kick to the back of its head”

- ...

- pending....

- loading....

- after inosuke woke up he threatened to beat the shit out of you but you just ignored him and continued to help tanjirou and zenitsu bring the bodies back outside

- after burying everyone, you guys decided to make your way to the wisteria house to get some rest and heal up

- on the way there and during your stay there inosuke wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone

- “hEY YOU FIGHT ME”

- “no”

- “wHY NOT”

- “cuz i’m stronger than you, you’ll just hurt yourself. we’re here to rest”

- cue inosuke screaming and lunging at you

- but nah you weren’t bout it

- you simply side stepped and turned to jump inosuke and pin him down

- “give it up pretty boy”

- *boomboom*

- huh

- what was this

- why did inosuke feel his heart beat a little faster

- what was this feeling

- eh

- he’s probably just hungry

- ...

- you, inosuke, and tanjirou are currently battling the spider dad

- “tANJIROU WHAT IS THAT”

- “i DONT KNOW”

- both tanjirou and inosuke make a move to slash at spider daddy’s arms but they were too tough, you quickly ran towards them successfully slashing the demons right arm

- “hOWD YOU DO THAT?!!!? HIS SKIN WAS SO HARD”

- “and? life is hard, but you get through it”

- wise words by y/l/n y/n

- life do be hard doe

- anyways

- inosuke felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest,,,what did that mean?? is he tired or something?? but why did seeing you cut spider daddy’s arm make his heart go boom boom

- as the battle goes on, tanjirou was yEETED to the next dimension, leaving only you and inosuke to fight against daddy long legs

- “DONT DIE BOTH OF YOU”

- hah as if you’d die without confessing to inosuke

- huh

- wait what

- yOU LIKE INOSUKE

- hehe

- your thoughts are suddenly interrupted when spidaddy suddenly lunges at you but you were luckily able to get out of the way

- “oI PAY ATTENTION”

- “SHUT UP BAKANOSUKE”

- :(

- after some time inosuke was able to slice through arachne daddy’s arms but it suddenly ran away

- “oi inosuke lets go”

- boom boom

- there it was AGAIN

- maybe he needed to see a doctor

- you follow the demon only to see it shedding its skin and regaining its arm back

- what the fuck

- eND ME NOW

- you glance at inosuke but he isn’t budging

- you’re suddenly filled with fear when you realize that inosuke was accepting the fact that he was going to be defeated

- you were about to yell at him until

- “no way am i going to lose. i’m hashibira inosuke of the demon slaying corps!”

- whew

- you let inosuke take the lead as you knew that he was filled with new determination to kill this demon and get you two to safety

- but when the demon got its hands on inosuke you were suddenly filled with an immeasurable amount of rage

- you lunged at the demon and stabbed your blades into both of its shoulders

- it let out a piercing scream as you dig your blades even further into its flesh

- but suddenly a flash and inosuke was on the floor with the demons arms

- you turned your head and saw the water pillar, tomioka giyuu

- “gIyUU-SAN thank god!! could you please finish him off? i need to fix inosuke up” and he just nods at you and gets crack-a-lackin

- he defeats spider daddy in a span of 2 seconds while you and inosuke are mesmerized by his skill and technique

- as he makes his way deeper in the woods he is stopped by inosuke calling out to him

- “HOLD UP FIGHT ME MISMATCHED HAORI”

- and at that point you were too tired and exhausted to listen to inosuke or to baby sit him

- so you knock him out and smile sheepishly at giyuu

- after giyuu left, all the exhaustion seeps into your bones causing you to pass out right on top of inosuke, making you unconsciously snuggle into his chest

- GOSH THATS CUTE

- by the time you wake up you were already at shinobu’s butterfly estate. surprisingly you were the first one up from your friends

- you looked at the bed beside yours and saw that you were in between zenitsu and inosuke

- you slowly slipped out of bed and sat on inosuke’s

- dumbass still had his mask on

- you slowly examine his body to see how his wounds were healing and they were healing pretty well

- you moved your hands to touch his own, feeling how warm and rough they were from long hours of practicing his swordsmanship

- “ehem”

- GEHSJDJ

- you quickly drop inosuke’s hand and turn your head to see a short armed zenitsu smirking at you

- “iTS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I WAS JUST WORRIED OK STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT SIMP”

- “hehe you like him don’t you”

- >:)

- “and if i do? what about it?”

- 0o0

- zenitsu didn’t think that you’d actually admit it

- “hey, there’s nothing wrong with liking him. it’s normal. you guys would be cute together”

- “i-i s-shUT UP,,, but thanks zenitsu,,, do you really think he’d like me back though?”

- “of course he does y/n, you’re strong beautiful, intelligent, and skilled! he’d be stupid to not like you”

- aWH

- zenitsu could be really cute sometimes

- but what you two didn’t know was that inosuke was awake the w h o l e time

- and he was BLUSHING so HARD under his mask omg

- ceo of tomatoes

- this was yours and zenitsu’s little secret

- after all of you had healed up you noticed that inosuke was a little clingier towards you

- whenever you guys ate he would give you a piece of HIS tempura and he never does that???

- and whenever you two are sparring he always has this look in his eye, like he was looking at something so precious to him

- eh maybe it was just the lighting

- he wouldn’t have feelings for you

- was what you thought until you overheard the three musketeers talking

- “kentaro,,, is it normal for my heart to go really fast when i see y/n?? she’s really strong and i really like that. i love fighting with her and i wanna be as strong as her. but whenever we fight i get chest pains and my tummy feels weird. am i sick?”

- and zenitsu and tanjirou are just like

- ‘r u an idiot lol’

- but this is inosuke

- “listen inosuke, i think you like y/n,, maybe even love her,,”

- wHA

- bruh you’re being punkd tell the cameras to come out right now

- this has to be a JOKE

- before you could stop yourself your body already made its way into the room they were in and slid the door open

- *bANG*

- and suddenly the three of them are jumping into the air

- but when they see that it’s you, zenitsu and tanjirou make their way out, leaving you and inosuke by yourselves

- “so i hear-“

- “i think i love you”

- what

- the

- fuck

- did he just say he loved you

- or did you have some sort of brain damage

- sOMEONE PAGE SHEPHERD

- “i think you’re really pretty and you’re so strong that you don’t even seem to break a sweat when you kick my ass. i really like fighting with you but when i do,, looking at you makes me feel all weird and tingly”

- 0.0

- you suddenly lunge at inosuke and hug him and he hesitantly puts his arms around you

- “i think i love you too bakanosuke”

- cue tanjirou and zenitsu cheering

- “i still won’t go easy on you when we’re sparring though”

- “good, i don’t want you to”

[cosmic-goddess-leo]

Can I request Lev learning his wife is pregnant and how he reacts through the pregnancy and after the baby is born? Sorry if it's too much.

It’s not too much! I gotchu anon!

PS. Im crying in the club

Lev hated getting up in the mornings. He wasn’t a morning person in any sense of the word, having a full-time adult job made mornings unavoidable.

There was one silver lining to it though, he thought.

He leaned against the door of his bedroom, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth as he absentmindedly watched his wife begin to stir from her sleep. Her hair was a mess, the remains of her eye makeup from the day before were smeared under her eyes, and drool had dried at the corners of her mouth.

She still looked like an angel to him.

(Y/n) slowly opened her eyes, groaning softly at the light seeping in from the blinds covering their windows. She sat up and yawned, stretching her arms over her head before letting them fall limp at her sides.

Lev gave her a small smile, and she returned it.

It was a nice moment. One interrupted by (Y/n)’s eyes going wide as she covered her mouth. She bolted out of bed, pushing past Lev to get to their bathroom, and flung herself over the toilet.

Lev quickly rinsed his mouth and kneeled beside her, rubbing her back as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

That was weird, she never had morning sickness like this.

Once she was recovered and washed up, Lev went to the kitchen to cook them a quick breakfast. He flipped the cooking bacon over in the pan, noticing (Y/n) enter the room from the corner of his eye.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

(Y/n) groaned before wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him from behind. “I was until I came in here... do you think I caught something?”

“Even if you didn’t, you should stay home. You can’t go to work after having such a crumby morning.” Lev’s tone was light, but stern. That was how (Y/n) knew he wasn’t playing about her staying home.

Once the two ate, he got dressed for work, leaving her to wash the dishes. As he was making his way to kiss her goodbye, she ran past him and back to the bathroom to kneel before the porcelain throne once more.

He peaked into the bathroom, a worried expression playing on his features. “Maybe I should stay home with you...” he mumbled.

(Y/n) lifted her head, flushed the toilet, and groaned loudly. “Noooo! Just go to woorrrk. You can’t use your personal days up just cuz I puked a couple times.”

Lev debated debating with his wife on this. He didn’t want her feeling worse because of an argument. Instead, he went to her and planted a small kiss on the top of her head, then left for work.

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Lev was concerned when he didn’t get his usual welcome-home-hug from (Y/n).  Normally she got home earlier than him, planted herself on their couch and watched tv until he got home. But she was nowhere to be found.

“(Y/n)? Are you still in the bathroom?” he called out, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it at the door.

“Mhmm!”

He sighed softly, going to their bathroom only to find she had shut and locked the door.

“Do you think you need to see a doctor?” he asked, lightly tapping his knuckle against the door.

“Mhmm!”

He sighed again. “What do you have? Do you think it’s the flu?”

(Y/n) opened the door, her face flushed and her hands behind her back. “I know what I have...”

Lev raised an eyebrow at her, only to become more confused when she placed something in his hands.

“Is this uhhh...” he trailed off, staring at the large plus sign.

“Lev...” (Y/n) said, cupping his cheeks and tilting his head to look at her. She had a wide smile on her face, tears were forming at the corners of her eyes. “We’re having a baby...”

The words took a moment to process in Lev’s head. A baby... An ENTIRE baby! That HE put inside her!

“M...me? I-I did that?” he asked in disbelief, slowly pointing at her stomach.

“Yes! You did that! We’re having a baby, baby!”

Lev smiled wide, lifted (Y/n) off her feet and spun with her. “WOO! YEAH! IM GONNA BE A DAD! I GOT MY WIFE PREGNANT! SHE’S GONNA- oh wait, I shouldn’t be squeezing you like this!”

(Y/n) laughed and peppered kisses on his face as he lowered her back onto her feet.

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“I can't believe you and I are having the same cravings!” Lev spoke through a mouthful of peanut butter. “This must be some weird, mommy and daddy psychological link!”

“Hun, it’s not a link. You just see all the good food I’m eating and start wanting it for yourself.” (Y/n) smiled, biting into a cinnamon roll. Her fingers traced over her swollen belly while Lev fed her a marshmallow.

“Well I think the baby and I have a psychic link, cuz I know exactly what she’s thinking!” he announced, carefully laying his head on her stomach and closing his eyes. “She’s saying she wants steak!”

“I feel like that’s more you than her, hun.”

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Lev hadn’t slept a wink at all. (Y/n)’s due date was 3 days ago. He worried if they both slept, the baby would slip out of (Y/n) and they wouldn’t notice.

So he watched (Y/n) sleep, much to her dismay, his eyes on her belly the whole time. The baby hadn’t moved much in these past couple days, it was a scary thought but something in the back of his mind prodded at him, telling him something was wrong.

Lev nearly jumped out of his skin when (Y/n) gasped and sat up, suddenly wide awake. She stared ahead for a moment, panting hard.

She slowly looked down at her stomach and rested her palm on her belly.

“Oh fuck...” she whispered.

“Oh fuck?” Lev asked.

(Y/n) parted her legs slightly, revealing a pool of liquid between her legs.

“OH FUCK!” Lev screamed, bolting out of bed and grabbing the bags they had packed for the hospital. He lifted (Y/n) bridal style and got her in the car, trying his best to block out her cries of pain as he drove them to the hospital.

He had done a terrific job of keeping his cool until (Y/n) had begun to push. He thought her screams were awful before... he thought his heart might claw its way out of his chest and flop to the floor when she started pushing.

After what felt like hours of her sobbing and clawing at the bed, Lev cupped (Y/n)’s cheeks and stared into her eyes.

“Angel, please. You have to do this. She’ll be here soon, and she’s going to be so beautiful, just like you!” He didn’t even realize he was crying until he saw his tears dripping onto (Y/n)’s cheeks. “I know it hurts, I know you’re scared, but I’m here! I’m here and I have you!” he sobbed.

(Y/n) let out one last scream, pushing her hardest and squeezing her eyes shut.

Lev felt like a 10 million pound weight was lifted off his chest when he heard a small cry. He tore his eyes away from (Y/n) to look at the small, naked infant in the doctor’s arms.

The baby slowly stopped crying, making Lev’s heart stop for a moment. 

The smile on the doctor’s face reassured him, and he watched as the baby was wrapped in a blanket and handed to (Y/n).

The little girl’s big blue eyes wandered between the faces of her parents, curiously. Lev leaned into his wife, sniffling as he wiped away his tears and watched (Y/n) brush her knuckles over their daughter’s head.

“Hi baby... your daddy and I have been waiting so long for you...” (Y/n) whispered, smiling softly as Lev held his finger towards the baby. She wrapped her tiny hand around his large finger, squeezing it tightly and earning more tears from her father.

“I’m going to spoil the shit out of her...” Lev sniffled.

“I know...” (Y/n) giggled.

[shelbsmlynn]

worst firsts with brittany furlan

a small blurb from my fic ‘rocket queen’ where talulah guest stars on her stepmom’s podcast.

we also get talulah’s backstory in this lil blurb/ drabble.

⚠️content warning ⚠️ : mentions of abuse, r*pe, and infant loss

talulah sat in her favorite spinny chair, as her stepmom said “ hi everyone, welcome back to worst firsts and today we have my stepdaughter, little miss talulah tallahassee lee. how are ya, lil’ human?”

talulah said “hi! i’m great, i’m extremely comfy, and i’ve finally found my favorite stuffed animal from my childhood, so that’s fun.”

brittany smiled,and said “you’re like a boudoir model, right?”

talulah smiled and said “not really, i’m actually a tattoo artist, but i love being a lil’ slut sometimes. i spend my dad’s money at the lingerié store,and it honestly pisses him off sometimes, like i’ll be chillin’ on the kitchen floor smoking a cigarette and he’ll be looking at his credit card bills and he’ll be like lulah, why is there a charge for $2,000.00 from hustler on my card? like what the fuck are you buying from the fuckin’ panty store?!?!?”

brittany said “ those conversations can go from 5 minutes to like 4 hours, and it’s insane, anyway you’re dating the guitar god himself, aren’t you?”

talulah nodded “yeah, slash is super sweet, and he treats me like a little princess,like he’ll open my car door for me, and brush my hair for me,and he loves washing my hair for me. so i’m absolutely obsessed with squishmallows, and every time he comes over, he’ll bring me a different squishmallow,”

brittany smirked,and said “how would you describe sex with slash in one word?”

talulah sighed “ one word, girl, you can’t do that shit to me,cuz there’s too many words to describe it, but the first one that comes to mind would be rough. and i don’t mean like boring vanilla shit, i mean like bdsm rough, like we can drop a couple racks at a sex shop,easily. here’s an ego boost for ya,daddy. slash puts christian grey to shame, but unlike mr.grey, slash actually uses safe words, and gives amazing aftercare.”

brittany gave talulah a weird look and said “damn girl, you’re fuckin’ freaky. also, where did that cuban link choker come from, cus i need it . it’s super cute.”

talulah ran her fingers over the cuban link collar around her neck, and said “ it’s my day collar. the clasp in the back is actually a padlock. i’m very fond of the way cuban link looks, and i have a lot of link jewelry, so it matches, and looks inconspicuous.”

brittany said “okay, i know it’s been awhile, but i still cannot get over the dress you wore for the dirt premier. please elaborate on that, that dres was fuckin’ beautiful.”

talulah smiled and said “oh, my god. that dress was beautiful, nikki actually helped me pick it out,and for those of y’all that don’t know, it was a bright red dress with splits in the sides, clean up to my hips, and i had heads turning like crazy. i was with machine gun kelly at the time, and when he saw me, his fuckin’ jaw dropped so far, i thought that thing was gon’ fall off his head. my dad literally picked colson’s jaw up, and closed his mouth for him. all of my tattoos were visible, which apparently made dudes go crazy.

i remember pete davidson going ‘sweet jesus, that thing makes you look like a motherfuckin’ goddess’ when he saw me.

i’m pretty sad that the dress wound up in pieces on the floor of a 5 star hotel room later that night, because i loved that thing. and no, i’m not gonna tell you who i fucked that night. y’all can just guess who it was.”

brittany smiled and said “you and your brothers grew up complete opposite right?”

talulah nodded and said “ oh yeah, my brothers stayed attached to pam at the hip, and they still do, if they’re given the chance. meanwhile i grew up sticking to tommy like glue, and that’s because of the emotional and physical abuse i went through from pam and one of her abusive boyfriends from ages 13 to 14. the abuse finally stopped one day when pam dropped me and my brothers off with dad, and my nose was all bloody and both my eyes were blacked. dad was livid when he saw me. next thing i know, pam’s signing her rights away, and tommy had full custody of me, but not my brothers. which led us to grow up way different.”

brittany gave talulah a loving smile and said “ it’s amazing to see you overcome your trauma and become such an amazing woman. you’ve got an amazing job, and you’re just exploring life and doing things that make you happy,and i’m so fuckin’ proud of you for that.”

talulah sighed as she pulled a pack of red marlboro 72’s and a pack of matches out of her pocket and said “ i ain’t overcome shit, britty. hell, pam’s boyfriend at the time r*ped me, and got me pregnant. long story short, my daughter died in my arms,because she had a huge hole in her heart.”

tears welled up in talulah’s mismatched colored eyes, as she pulled a cigarette out of the pack, and put it to her lips “ her name was badlee dianne lee. she woulda been a lil’ spitfire,between me as her mother and the terror twins as her grandfather and godfather, she woulda been fuckin’ wild, spoiled rotten, too.”

a few tears fell from talulah’s eyes as she struck the match in her right hand and lit her cigarette. she often thought about badlee, but it had been over 11 years since she held her daughter.

“i got to hold her for a minute,then when the doctor came to get her to run their tests and procedures, they picked her up, and she was dead. i sobbed for a good six hours after that. i couldn’t even plan her funeral by myself. i wound up falling into a depression after her funeral, and bonded with uncle vince a lot more.”

brittany gave talulah a sad look, and said “i’m sorry to end this podcast on a sad note, but we’re out of time.”

[thecorteztwins]

(I ended up writing more “Mindmeld on Krakoa” fic! This time with Skein, the Serpent Society, and a shopping trip! Tagging @sammysdewysensitiveeyes and @esteicy-blog for ya girl!) Since her resurrection on Krakoa, Mindmeld had begun hanging out with two other mutants, Sybil Dvorak aka Skein, and Cleopatra “Cleo” Nefertiti (seriously) aka the Asp. They had started working together at Carousel, the Krakoan nightclub. They didn’t need jobs on Krakoa, but it was fun. Cleo had started teaching her to dance on the pole. Mindmeld had always managed to avoid sex work in her life before, something she had never wanted to have to do, because she’d seen how awful it was for so many other girls like her who were driven into it due to no other options, because she hadn’t wanted her body touched, exposed, she didn’t want to put herself at risk for assault or worse. But it was different on Krakoa, she could do it for fun here. Cleo said she’d always done it for fun, that dancing was empowering. Mindmeld had snorted at that initially. Yeah, she liked the sound of the money you could make from the stupid pigs willing to fork it over for a flash of skin but she wouldn’t call that empowering, whatever the fuck that word was even supposed to really mean. It seemed to her one of those pointless buzzwords used by people who didn’t have any real problems. But now, she didn’t have any real problems anymore, did she? She didn’t even need money on this island. And she’d thought she’d only ever get on stage if she really needed to, but now that she’d never need to...she found it really fun. Weird. Funny how that worked. “We should go off-island,” Asp suggested one night when the club was closed and they were all just hanging around the bar after-hours, “I have some old friends I want to see.”

“Oh yeah I know those girls!” said Skein, “Mindmeld, you’ll like them---or you’ll have a huge fight. Either way it’ll be exciting!” Hedonist that she was, Skein loved the never-ending party that was Krakoa, but it was also getting...predictable. She wanted to see something new. And the Krakoan portals could provide exactly that, letting them step anywhere in the world and all it had to offer. Mindmeld felt she’d had enough what the world had to offer to last her a few more lifetimes...but she did need to start rebuilding her wardrobe. “Alright,” she agreed, “But we’re going to Sak’s Fifth Avenue. I have my stupid ex’s credit card, and I’m finally going to live my dream of re-enacting that scene from Pretty Woman.” Shinobi had thought he could make it up to her with buying stuff. Which he couldn’t, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. *** “GET OFF ME, YOU TEN TON TRIPLE-BAGGER!” Mindmeld’s yell echoed through the Fifth Avenue alley. “Ladies, please!” Cleo demanded for some decorum. “Fight, fight, fight!” Skein cheered. “Well, my money’s on Ana so far,” said Black Mamba aka Tanya Sealy, hand on her hip, looking amused. That was when there was a flash of fluorescent green light from Mindmeld and Anaconda, aka Blanche Sitznski, collapsed on top of Mindmeld, who shoved her huge unconscious body off her, “Ugh, somebody get me a towel, her boob sweat could drown an infant!” “What did you do?” Tanya asked, more curious than concerned. “My mutant power,” Mindmeld explained, as a rat ran out from around the corner and launched itself at her boots, chomping and squealing. She didn’t look surprised at all, and continued, “I can move minds around. I put hers in this cheese-chewer. Figured she should get a feel for what it’s like to be the little guy for a change.” The rat’s shrieking increased at this, as Anaconda understood now who was to blame for her situation. “You can turn her back, of course,” said Tanya, with just a hint of a warning. Blanche might be a bully and a big boorish pain a lot of the time, but she was a part of the team---and a really useful part too. “She can, and she will,” said Cleo, crossing her arms, “Though given Blanche was the aggressor, I think it serves her right to serve some time.” The rat now started biting the toe of HER boots, squeaking angrily at her for this betrayal. “I’m inclined to agree,” admitted Tanya, “But we have a big night planned and it’d be really inconvenient to have to find some place to store her body AND keep track of a rat all night. Mindmeld, change her back.” “I don’t take orders unless I’m also taking cash,” Mindmeld said loftily, flipping her blonde hair a bit. “Ugh, fine,” Tanya rolled her eyes, though she was a mercenary too herself, “Mindmeld, will you please change her back?” “We-e-e-ll, since you’re a friend of a friend...though personally, I think she’s cuter this way. Smells WAY better too.” The rat gave one more EEK of indignation at this remark before there was another flash of green from the mind-swapper, and Blanche Sitznski was on her feet again, fists clenched and ready to resume swinging. “Alright, Barbie, you’re gonna pay for--” ““Enough!” Asp stepped between them, one of her hands---the one pointed to Blanche---glinting with yellow energy in warning that she was willing to fire one of her venom-bolts if she had to. “You started this, Anaconda, but I shall finish it if you make me! Now, we are going to settle down, go to Saks, and have a good time!” *** They all made it there in one piece, and at one of the exclusive boutiques, Mindmeld decided to finally do something about the fact that the flannel-clad Anaconda had been hanging back at every shop while the other girls bustled about gushing over this and that. She did this by striding over to Anaconda and shoving a fabulous black shift dress at her. “Here, Jumbo, try this on.” “Wha--” Anaconda looked down at the offered garment, then glared back at Mindmeld, “You makin’ fun of me?” “No, you do that on your own just fine” “Why I oughta--” “You oughta take that to the dressing room. It’s gonna look great on you. I mean, you’ll still look like shit, but you’ll look like great shit.” Anaconda couldn’t tell if she was being complimented or insulted, so she merely glared at the other blonde, but then snatched the garment and went to the dressing room. When she stepped out, she felt a little uncomfortable. She expected the other girls to make fun of her. But instead--- ”Wow Ana, I never knew you had LEGS!” Black Mamba said approvingly. Cleo concurred, and Skein made a whoo-whoo sound. While the others moved on, Anaconda cornered Mindmeld, “Ok, what was that about?” “What?” “Were you trying to set me up? Cuz boy did it backfire on you! Ha!” Mindmeld rolled her eyes, ”Ok, clearly you have about as much brains as my former boss, so I’ll break this down for you, big girl--we’re the same height, we both got shoulders as broad as a barn door, and biceps the size of grapefruits. We’re not the cute little skinny-minnies they make most of the clothes here for,” She gestured to other girls with her thumb, “So I wasn’t sure if you weren’t trying anything just because you LIKE being butch, or if you’re just used to nothing looking good on you because they don’t make anything that will.”Anaconda looked touched, then pissed again, “I don’t need your pity!” “If I was gonna pity you, Girlzilla, it’d be because you’re dumber than a fried popsicle! What, you’re saying I’d PITY someone for looking like ME? You insulting ME? Huh?” “Wha--hey no, I wasn’t---” “And I wasn’t doing YOU any favors, scaleface! I didn’t offer to PAY for the dress! I just pointed it out! It’s on YOUR dime if you want it!” With that, Mindmeld brushed past Anaconda, leaving her baffled. But she did buy the dress though. She’d wear it on a date with Gordon. He ended up thinking she looked fantastic. And you know what? She did too.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Forty-Three: Damaged ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Jiraiya ] [ SasuHina, vulgarity, homelessness ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

Nobody likes damaged goods.

Hood of his sweatshirt drawn up over his face, Sasuke raps knuckles against the door before him. It’s late, lightly raining, and his typical plan has fallen through. Hence: the backup.

A light flicks on, and the sounds of a deadbolt are heard before the door opens. Beyond, rubbing tiredly at his face, is Naruto. “...Sasuke?”

“Hey.”

“Dude, it’s like…” He glances back. “...one in the morning. What’re you doing here?”

“Look, uh…” The Uchiha scratches at the back of his neck. “I can’t really explain, but...some shit went down, and...I could use a couch to crash on. If that’s okay.”

Immediately, the blond’s face slackens in surprise. “Oh, shit...uh...yeah, sure. Come on in.” Ushering his friend inside, Naruto thinks for a moment. “My goddad’s daughter is away at college, so you can crash in her room if you -?”

“No, a couch is fine. It’s...just for the night.”

“Dude, it’s a bed. All I gotta do is swap the sheets and -”

“Leave it. I just need to crash for a few hours. It’s no big deal.”

Brows furrow over blues as Naruto studies his friend...who in turn takes every opportunity to avoid his eyes. “...y’know, you can quit lying to me any time.”

“What do you mean ly-?”

“C’mon man,” Naruto sighs. “I’m not as stupid as you think I am. I know you’re out on your own. And I know those punks you’ve been hanging out with are -”

“Don’t call them that,” Sasuke cuts in with a growl.

“They’re no good for you, dude! I know the shit they get up to, and you’re not gonna -”

“Butt out,” Sasuke warns one last time. “Are you gonna let me crash on your couch, or what? Otherwise, I’m better off out in the rain than listening to your preachy ass. I’m fine.”

“You’re obviously not fine, dude! I’m worried about you!”

“I didn’t ask you to be!”

“Well too fuckin’ bad, cuz you’re my friend!”

“Well you can’t -”

“Oi, oi...what’s all the racket…?”

Both boys turn as another light flickers on, none other than Jiraiya scratching at his scalp with a yawn as he stands at the base of the stairs. The literature teacher makes a face. “Naruto, how many times I gotta tell ya not to use language like that in this house?”

“You write porn on the side while you teach teenagers about Edgar Allan Poe and Jane Austen,” Naruto retorts with a deadpan look. “I think that gives me some leeway with my language, huh?”

Jiraiya rolls his eyes. “Well...guess there’s worse things you could do. But d’you mind explaining why you two are up yelling at the wee hours of the morning?”

Scowling, Sasuke stuffs hands into his pockets and heads toward the door. “...never mind. This is a mess...I’m out.”

“Sasuke, wait -!”

Slamming the door and cutting the other pair off, Sasuke squares his shoulders and starts walking. Tch...like Naruto can even begin to understand. He’s been adopted since he was an infant, taken in by his godfather and hardly spending any time alone. Sasuke lost his parents at seven in a break-in gone wrong while he and his brother were off visiting their cousin. For a while they stayed at their aunt’s...until she was killed in the line of duty as a cop when Sasuke was twelve.

From there...the hard times really started.

He and his brother were separated in the foster system. Itachi tried to gain custody at eighteen, only to be denied...so he’s currently enrolled in college trying to better his odds at finally being able to take Sasuke in. Of course...by that time, he’ll nearly be an adult anyway. And now, at sixteen...he’s finally decided to run away fully. He’s lived in over a dozen different places in these past four years, and he’s reached a breaking point. His behavior has deteriorated with the depths of his frustration and pent-up anger. No one wants him around. So he’s decided to try couch hopping until Itachi graduates next year. He’s sure he can do it. Naruto was his most recent stop, but...something about going there feels wrong.

...maybe it’s the jealousy.

But either way, he won’t go back now. He doesn’t need Naruto looking at him like that. Like he’s some kicked puppy that the blond is going to adopt and spoil. He doesn’t need that kind of treatment...he can do this on his own. And his judgmental attitude about his friends pisses him off. Karin, Suigetsu, Jūgo...they’re in just as tight of spots as Sasuke. They do what they have to in order to get by.

Naruto just...doesn’t understand.

He’ll never understand…

Besides, being in this neighborhood sucks. He used to live on this street before everything went to hell in a handbasket. Last he checked, the house is empty...again. No one ever lives in it long. He likes to tell himself it’s haunted...and that no one can stand it. Call him bitter, but he’s glad no one else gets to call his house home.

They never should have had to leave…

Skulking in his thoughts...he almost misses it. In fact...he’s not sure what makes him look over. But Sasuke’s eyes get drawn to a house as he passes by, happening to notice that there’s...someone on the roof…?

That alone gets him to stop in his tracks. It’s dark, even more so with the cloud cover, but...he can just barely make out a silhouette along the spine of the rooftop. Staring, he can’t make out who it is from here, so...deciding he has nothing better to do, he walks across the lawn to get closer.

There’s a ladder propped up along the side of the house - it’s a split level: some roof one story tall, the rest two stories. This person - whoever they are - is sitting along the section over the front door, straddling the topmost point.

Looking it over...he then realizes what house this is. It’s been so long...but this is the Hyūga household. Two girls live here, from what he can remember. This must be one of them...the older. Hinata, was it?

“...hey.”

...no response.

Sighing, he eyes the ladder, and risks taking a few rungs up. It’s a bit slick with rain, but he’s used to climbing things he shouldn’t. “Oi…!”

For a moment, she stiffens, and he’s almost afraid she’ll fall. But her posture remains mostly balanced, looking to him in obvious fright. “W...what are you doing?!”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“You’re on p-private property, and -!”

“And you’re sitting on a roof at one am in the rain,” he cuts in, tone flat. “No offense, but that’s not really something normal people do.”

As a matter of fact...it sounds like something he would do, if he had a roof to monkey about on.

“It...it’s none of your business. Who are you?”

“Sasuke. I’m in your class. Hinata, right?”

“...Sasuke…?”

Remembering he has his hood on, he tosses his head to throw it back. “Sup?”

“W...what are you doing out here?”

“Can’t sleep,” he easily fibs. “What are you doing out here?”

“...I can’t sleep either.”

“So this is your alternative? Not bingeing Netflix or something?”

“...I like the rain. And I like s-sitting on the roof.”

“Little dangerous, isn’t it? It’d be easy to fall.”

For a time, she’s quiet...then she mumbles something.

“Huh?”

“I said...it wouldn’t matter if I - i-if I did.”

He sighs. “Little dramatic, isn’t it?”

“We’re teenagers. We’re supposed to be dramatic.”

We, huh? “Yeah, well...you should come down.”

“Why?”

“Cuz it’s making me nervous, all right? Just...get off the roof, huh?”

For a moment she seems to pout at him...but then swings a leg over, scooting her way back to the ladder. He holds it for good measure, not letting go until both her feet are on the ground. “...happy?”

“Happy is a relative term. Overall? No. In this instance? Yeah.”

Hinata’s head tilts. “...what are you really doing out here, Sasuke…?”

“Running away from home. Except it’s not home, so just...running away.”

She seems to weigh if he’s messing with her or not. “...do you...have some place to go?”

“Working on it.”

“Do you want to come in?”

“Not sure any parent in their right mind with a teenage daughter would be thrilled to have a teenage boy in the house at night.”

“My dad’s not home, he’s away on business. It’s just me and my sister.”

...that rings a bell. Her mom died when she was even younger than his own loss. He’d just been too young to understand until...well, Life made him understand. “...sure it’s not weird?”

“I don’t mind. Better than you being o-out here soaking wet, right? Come on...you can take a warm shower, and I’ll put your c-clothes in the dryer.”

...under any other circumstances, he’d find all of this extremely weird. But Sasuke’s life hasn’t exactly been normal as of late, so...he shrugs, and follows her inside.

“Just toss them out the door and I’ll dry them, and put them back. We’ve got a guest room you can use.”

“A couch is -”

“Hardly comfortable. You’re going in the guest room.”

...okay, that part was weird. Hinata the wallflower, being assertive? “...all right, fine.”

His shower, admittedly, runs a little long. Not about to take one for granted given he doesn’t know when his next one will happen, he takes his time before peeking through the door. As promised, his clothes are folded just beyond it, snatched and reapplied. He finds Hinata in the kitchen, wordlessly handing him a cup of hot tea. “...what is up with you?”

“Hm?”

“You’re acting weird.”

Sipping her own and staring at him for a long moment, she retorts, “...I didn’t think you k-knew me well enough to know what’s weird for me to do.”

...well, she has a point.

“You’re usually so shy, and...modest. Now you’re letting a homeless good-for-nothing into your house, when there’s no adults around, ordering me around and making me tea? That seems weird.”

“...you needed help. And you’re Naruto’s friend, so…” Shoulders softly shrug. “...I hear bits and pieces. A-about what you’re going through. I’m...surprised you’re not at Naruto’s, honestly.”

“I went there first. Didn’t work.”

“...I see.” Considering her cup, she murmurs, “...Dad will be home in two days. You can stay until then. Hanabi won’t care, but she might p-pester you.”

“...that’s fine. I can handle pestering. You’re sure this is okay?”

Pale eyes flicker back and forth across his face, as if...looking for something.

“...I’m not exactly a stand-up kind of kid. Just want you to bear that in mind.”

The corner of her mouth twitches. “...we’re all a little damaged,” she replies softly. “And I think...yours meshes okay with mine. You can stay.”

Meshes with…? What is she talking about? Before he can ask, she gestures for him to follow, leading him to an empty bedroom.

“The sheets are clean, and there’s spare toothbrushes in the bathroom, in the cabinet on the left. It’s late, so...I’ll let you sleep in. If you get hungry, you can raid the fridge. My room’s upstairs, on the right. Knock if you need anything.”

“...uh, right. Thanks.” Watching her go, Sasuke then looks over the spare room. It looks like one of those mock-up rooms you see in magazines. It’s about the last place he can picture himself being, but...apparently this is his lot for the next two days.

...weird.

He sheepishly finds a snack, scarfing down a few handfuls of chips before doing as invited and brushing his teeth. It all feels so...strange. It’s definitely not what he was expecting...but then again, kindness tends to show up where you least expect it. And Hinata Hyūga was not the first person he was about to ask. Hell, she wasn’t even on his list. They never talk - he only knows her because Naruto hangs out with her sometimes. Apparently they even dated for a short while before calling it quits. Is that why…? She did mention his knowing the blond...but it seems to go beyond that.

Yours meshes okay with mine...what was that supposed to mean? Is she talking about...losing parents? True, she’s about the only other person he knows with a dead parent. But she still has her dad, right…?

...but he also knows sometimes a parent can be just as absent alive as dead. Away on business, huh…?

...right.

Removing his shoes, he slips into bed, staring at yet another unfamiliar ceiling. But at least this one doesn’t make his belly ache and his mind race. It’s actually...really nice. It’s only for two days, but...well, he’ll just make the most of it.

...he’ll have to thank her properly in the morning.

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     This is...not exactly how I pictured it going when I started, but my muse has been a lil wonky as of late, and I'm still recuperating after the double month ^^; So hopefully it's not too weird.      Hinata might seem a little...strange in this one, but that's because she has her own share of trauma in this particular iteration I didn't want to delve into too much, mostly to justify Sasuke's confusion. He doesn't know what's up with her either. But losing one parent, and being so unable to depend on the other, isn't exactly easy. She knows her experience is different from (and not as heavy as) Sasuke's, but...there's still aspects she understands.      There might be more reasons she was up on that roof...      Buuut anyway, this is technically yesterday's prompt, and...I need to do today's. Er...the first's. It's late so...blegh. I'ma try to get that done, and finally be caught up now that SHM is over, so...let's see if I can do it! If not today, well...maybe tomorrow, lol - but either way, thanks for reading!

[lakinda5654]

~~~~A Girl and A God~~~~ Chapter 19- Unexpected

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A Girl and A God is a RATED M Loki Fanfic with an original character, Alexa, who is taken in by Tony Stark after the revelation of abilities of her own. There’s sex, romance, heartbreak, action, fluff, angst, all that good stuff. Full description in blog, and a jump-to-chapter list if you just want the smut or the cuteness bits. Enjoy <3 

Chapter Summary: Loki and Alexa spend a cute morning together, then they are given an unexpected surprise...

Contains: cuteness, friendship development

Word Count: 1,661

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The next morning, Loki woke to a wonderfully sweet aroma filling their room. Alexa was at the small stove, messing with something in a pan.

She’d gotten bored that morning and decided to make Loki breakfast.

Without warning, she felt his cool hands wrapping around her waist. She took a sharp breath in, then immediately calmed at the sound of his voice.

“Good morning petal” he spoke softly in her ear with his warm, deep voice. “What are you preparing for me?”

“Bold to assume it’s for you” Alexa smiled.

He nibbled her ear gently, causing her heart rate to speed up. “Bold to assume I wouldn’t steal it if it wasn’t.” His tone was so smooth and deep beyond sexy in the morning. It gave Alexa chills.

He unwrapped his bare arms from around her and looked at what she was doing.

“They’re called Crepes. Have you had them before?”

She glanced back at Loki who shook his head.

“They’re my favorite breakfast food.” She scooped up the one in her pan and flipped it onto a plate. “You fill it with all this. You can make it however you want. There’s berries, powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, lemon juice, yogurt, and a bunch of other stuff.”

 Loki listened intently. “Well, it smells delicious.”

“It is. Oh and whipped cream. My favorite combination is whipped cream, raspberries, powdered sugar, and a dash of lemon juice.” She created her masterpiece as she spoke, and he watched her. When she shook up the whipped cream and dispensed it, she saw him raise his eyebrows. “What in Valhalla is that…”

“Oh, it’s whipped cream.” Suddenly, Alexa got brave in front of her shirtless god. She dispensed some on her finger, walked so close to him they were chest to chest and held it up to his mouth. He looked at her, surprised, then saw the mischievous look on her face and she saw the corner of his mouth upturn. He took her cream-covered finger into his mouth and sucked on it a bit, then licked it for good measure. 

“Mmm,” he hummed. “That is unexpectedly delightful.” He knew it had aroused her, and he saw her blush to prove it.

As she set the table, Alexa had a nagging question and had to break the mood. “Loki… I have a question.”

He raised his eyebrows at her expectantly.

“Why are you always so cold? Like I’ve just noticed with little things. Like your tongue and mouth are cold, and your bare skin… you always seem unnaturally chilling. Is that just me? Is it a god thing? or Asgardian thing?”

His demeanor changed entirely. “No Petal- it’s not just you. It’s part of me I really don’t want to share at the moment.” He touched her chin, tilting her head up. “I want to enjoy this breakfast with you, and I will explain it later.” He smiled warmly, kissed her forehead, and turned back to the counter to prepare his food.

Alexa was not one to let things go, she wanted an answer. But the fact that he wanted to spend the morning with her warmed her heart and she forced herself to wait.

He loaded his crepes with berries and sugar as she had. Alexa sat at the table and ate, and Loki soon joined her with his food. His first bite left his face looking surprised. “I must say your Midguardian food continues to surprise me.” He said as he cut another bite with his fork.

Alexa was about to reply when she heard a knock.

Both their eyes widened and she frantically stood up and roughly whispered. “Hide fucking hide!”

Loki slipped silently into the bathroom and Alexa put his dish on the counter so it wouldn’t look like the table was seated for two. Whoever was at the door knocked again.

 “Coming!” She rushed over, took a deep breath, smoothed herself out, and opened the door.

Peter.

“Ok so I know this is weird and it’s early and I’m sorry cuz you were probably asleep but maybe not cuz u live on moon juice or whatever right, but I found something and I didn’t know what to do so I picked it up and I thought if I went to anyone else they’d make me get rid of it or something and I don’t want to and I don’t know what to do.”

“Peter… What?”

He pulled a kitten out of his sweatshirt.

There was a moment of confused silence.

“Peter why the fuck… why do you have a kitten”

“I just told you I found it and it’s really cute right and, ok so I found it cuz I went to McDonald’s because I wanted hash browns and this guy had a whole box of them so I was like aww cute right and then someone else came and was looking at them and I went inside and ate my hash browns and then I came back out cuz I was done and there was literally just one kitten left and The guy was all like “this one has your name on it kid” and I was like no cuz I live in Avengers tower and like I don’t think they allow pets right but it’s not like I signed a lease or whatever so I don’t know, but of course I didn’t say that to the old guy I was just like “no thanks” and then he set down the box and was like it’s yours and I didn’t know what to do but he left and there was just the one and I had to come back but now I have a kitten.”

Alexa stared blankly at him for a moment. “Peter what the fuck”

“Could you keep it in here? Just cuz like I don’t have a way of keeping it because Mr. Stark is always coming in my room you know and like talking to me about training or helping me train or making me meet a new bodyguard because they quit a lot and I really don’t think Mr. Stark would like Thunder.”

“Thunder?”

“Oh yeah cuz he’s gray I thought his name could be Thunder but like we don’t have to name him that I just thought it fit him with his paws cuz they seem too big for his body and I just think if we could keep him here, and then I could take care of him you’d just have to let me in now and then. Then we could also hang out more too cuz like I thought that maybe we could be friends because everyone else here is literally like a thousand years old, I mean a couple of them actually are let’s be real. So will you do it? Can he stay here?”

He didn’t know how much he was asking. Having him pop in and out all the time would seriously endanger Loki to being found out.

“Peter I really can’t…”

Upon seeing he was about to get rejected, he got a little more desperate.

He tilted his head and began to beg her. “Pleaseee please please cats are like so low maintenance and I’ll buy everything just please…”

“Oh my god, fine Peter I’ll-”

“Oh my god YES thank you so much I will go get everything and we can keep it a secret ok and do you want to name it Thunder?”

Alexa looked down at the little cat. “Sure, why not.”

“Ok sweet I will deal with all of it thank you thank you thank-” 

Alexa cut him off. “Ok but you need to understand something. You ALWAYS knock ok? And I’ll take care of him most of the time just if you get the supplies and come by when you want to play with it then that will be fine.”

“Ok sweet I will do that okay and here you go, he’s still really fragile and I think he likes cheez-its, but I’ll get him real kitten food and all that”

“Ok Peter. I’m gonna go back in my room now.”

“Right ok so bye I’ll see you later then thank you so much.”

She shut the door. Holding a kitten.

Loki walked out of the bathroom. He walked up to her, and she realized what a mistake she’d just made when she saw his face. “Have you gone mad?” He spat. 

The kitten chose that moment to let out a tiny, high pitched “mew”

He stared at the creature, then at Alexa. “We are on day one of this and you’ve given access to our room to that loose cannon of a boy?”

Alexa was quiet. “ I know. I’m sorry. I really think it will be fine I told him to always knock and…”

“What you’ve done was foolish. What if stark hears about this creature and decides to check in on me?”

“I’m sorry Loki.” He turned away from her, grabbing at his hair.

“I just, I kind of also wanted a pet.”

He turned and looked at her. “Why? Are you so lonely? I’m right here. I’m bloody locked in your room. I don’t understand why you would have a desire for this infant mammal.”

“Because, Loki... You sleep.”

Loki looked at her and realized he hadn’t thought about what she had to do for all those hours of the night, and how no one was awake but her. He looked at the kitten again and sighed.

“Thunder, is it?”

“I guess so”

She vaguely heard Loki mutter something under his breath something about the concept of Thunder and it’s unending capacity to fuck up his life.

Loki reached down and picked him up. “The name suits the bastard,” he said roughly. Alexa was looking at the animal, a bit worried for it in Loki’s large, tense hands.

His anger had calmed. “I suppose if it pleases you…” and handed the furball back to her.