#tiny 21 trio

[beddybites]

tiny 21 trio cat meme strikes again

[lucky-charmz1]

This is a little fic from one of my asks/prompts on @ghostbite0 page about their tiny 21 trio au, such a good au I literally bawl every time... anyways tadaaaaa (I will be posting more trust gang)

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Sanemi could feel something felt off when he woke up. Like a little pulling In the the back of the head. He sat up and pushed away the little puppy dog he'd been sleeping with (someone keeps putting it in his arms he swears). Sanemi looks around the room he and the other babies had been staying in trying to wake himself up. He realized they weren't here in the crib with him, he was confused but he preferred it that way (no matter what the little voice in the back of his head said).

He pushed himself up and got up holding the bars of his crib getting ready to yell at someone to get him out of this thing before he hears it. He knows that laugh. The tugging in the back of his mind overtakes his whole little baby brain. An excited scream breaks out of Sanemi's mouth when he sees a flash of purple go by. 

Genya freezes, was that Sanemi? He froze thinking he heard wrong but he knew he was right. Obanai was with Mitsuri who was trying to give him a bottle and Giyuu was with Tanjiro. Sanemi got put down for a nap after he dumped his food onto the floor. Genya's nervous, ever since his brother got turned into a baby his behavior toward him totally flipped. Sanemi used to avoid Genya like a plague and now its like the two are the best of friends. It was overwhelming for the poor teen. His big adult angsty older brother who acted like Genya didn't mean anything to him was now a little baby who wanted nothing more than to hang out with him (when he's in baby mode again). A whine breaks him out of this thoughts. 

Genya hesitates for a bit longer until the whining because sobbing. He rushes into the room, almost tripping on a stuffed animal (Mitsuri swears it's to keep the babies entertained but everyone knows it's all for Obanai). Sanemi giggles through his tears and bounces in his place. Genya pauses and tries to think of the last time his brother looked even remotely happy to see him. He guessed he took too long because Sanemi throws his stuffed dog at his face and whines with as much anger his baby body can muster (he looks like a kicked puppy with his watery eyes, chubby cheeks and tiny bit of drool on the right corner of his mouth).

“Alright Nemi I'm right here, it's okay”. Genya reaches over the crib bars and picks Sanemi up. A happy coo comes out of the baby and his brother wipes his snot covered face with a blue rag. Rags and bibs were an absolute necessity when the trio was in baby mode or eating. Sanemi has a bit of a dribble problem, Obanai is always suckling on his pacifier or little mittens, and Giyuu… he's something else. Sanemi squeals and shoves his face in his brother's neck, smelling the smallest hint of gun powder and mint. Genya chuckles, “You're such a little dweeb” and bends over to pick up the stuffed animal his baby brother chucked at him. His brother babbles out what sounds like “You're a dweeb”.

Genya tucks the toy in Sanemi's arms and the boy screams in delight and babbles random unintelligible words. Genya caught maybe the word puppy and his name but you couldn't tell with the way Sanemi was shaking his head back and forth. Genya tickles his brother's side and soaks in all the happy laughter he gets as a response. The teen looks around the room for something to do before deciding to go to the comfy corner covered in pillows and blankets. It was made after Giyuu smacked his head on the floor trying to find a comfy spot to lay down. It also doubles as a playpen and calm down corner/time out corner which was very effective for the baby Genya was holding who was prone to meltdowns for whatever reason.  

Genya steps over the makeshift gate and settles in between the pillows and blankets with his brother on his lap. The babbles continued with Sanemi smacking the puppy on his big brothers tummy. Genya smiled softly at Sanemi smiling little face and sparkling eyes. “Be gentle Nemi, don't be mean to your puppy okay?” Sanemi crawled off Genya with a little pat to his puppy and picked up a dragon plush for Genya. Genya chuckled as he realized his brother wanted to play with stuffed animals. When his brother got like this he especially enjoyed playing pretend, it was really cute. “Alright Nemi, whats our little story?” Genya smiled as he sat up across from his brother with the dragon in his hand. 

The two played for what felt like hours and Sanemi began to yawn again. Genya wiped his mouth again and laid down with him. His baby brother laid on his chest sniffling softly with one arm curled around his puppy and a hand clutching his brother's clothes. Genya rubbed up and down Sanemi's back until his breathing slowed. “Goodnight Nemi, I love you so much…” Genya pressed a kiss to his brother's forehead before laying down to think about how his life had totally flipped on him.

Genya woke up to angry babbling and things being thrown at him. “Nemi what are you doing? Come here let's get you dressed and fed”. He stood up and cracked his back before turning towards a pouty and red faced Sanemi in the corner of the room, the puppy laid nearby. When Genya tried to pick Sanemi up, the boy exploded into angry babbles with hateful eyes. Genya sighed and left to go get Gyomei to calm his chihuahua of a baby brother. So much for bonding time. 

[ask-obanai-iguro]

Really captured my nature actually

i started sketching then blacked out now it’s 4am and i have this. drawn specifically for @ghostbite0 enjoy i guess LMFAOO /lh

original image under the cut

[pint-sized-pillars-au]

Hi bite :D hows it going?

So is psp Sanemi kinda like tiny 21 trio Sanemi where when he's big he avoids Genya at all costs and is mean to him but when he's small he absolutely adores him? Poor Genya this has gotta be so hard on him but I'm guessing he helps out a lot being Sanemis brother and muis friend

( definitely!!

it is really confusing for both of them. a lot of the time tiny sanemi will cling onto genya until he falls asleep, so it’s always a thing of sanemi wakes up snuggling with his little big brother and poor genya wakes up to sanemi whacking his face and pulling on his hair and yelling at him to leave ):

either way sanemi does love genya, but like canon, he’s trying to keep genya safe by keeping him far away. he worries the bda will spread or muzan might target genya, and he doesnt want his baby brother to be turned into a Literal baby like muichiro

[timdrakesbussy]

My SDV height + age hcs

(Quick note: I am a short girl, like not even 160 cm (5’3) so my perception of tall people may be different from yours. Also, I used metric system so if the feet and inches are wrong, do tell so I can correct it)

Bachelorettes

• Abigail

I actually like her to be so short that she made Sebastian look tall and Sam looked like a giant so maybe at most 160 cm (5’3) but I like her to be 155 cm (5’1). To me, she’s the youngest in the trio but not by much so maybe 21-22.

• Emily

She and Haley (and Leah) are the taller bachelorettes, definitely above 170 cm (5’7) not as tall as Haley but still pretty tall. I think she’s about 173 cm (5’8). She’s definitely one of the older bachelorettes and I like her a bit older than Leah so 31-32.

• Haley

The tallest bachelorette, she could be a model in the city due to her beauty and height. She’s at LEAST 175 cm (5’9) but she can be taller. A bit older than Abigail, so 23.

• Leah

One of the taller bachelorettes but still shorter than the sisters, 170 cm (5’7) is perfect to me. She’s a bit younger than Emily and Elliott but still one of the older marriageable character so 28-30 years old.

• Maru

Despite both Robin and Demetrius being tall, Maru is average at most. She’s not short but not as tall either, I think 165 cm (5’5) is perfect height for her. IMO she’s the youngest bachelorette and the youngest marriageable character overall, she’s a genius so I think she skipped grades and gets degree earlier. 19-20 years old.

• Penny

If Abigail is short, then Penny is tiny. Her and Pam are very short so they make many of the residents look tall, she’s no more than 152 cm (5’0). She’s slightly older than the ASS trio (+Alex and Haley) but she’s not part of the older marriageable characters so she’s about 24-25 years old.

Bachelors

• Alex

He’s a pretty tall and athletic guy, definitely above average so I think he’s about 183-185 cm (6’0-6’1). He’s the same age as Haley, Sebastian, and Sam (23 years old).

• Elliott

He’s built like those hunks in bodice ripper novel covers so he’s TALL, at the very least he’s 188 cm (6’2). He’s one of the older marriageable character and he’s definitely in his 30s, my hc is that he’s the youngest one in the trio of older bachelors so I think he’s about 32 years old.

• Harvey

He’s like a Slenderman, very tall and lanky. To me, he’s the tallest bachelor and one of the tallest characters. He’s actually 195 cm (6’4ish) but he has terrible posture so he looks 190-191 cm (6’3). He’s the oldest canon marriageable character and he has MD so he’s at least 34 years old but I think he’s 37.

• Sam

He’s above average but has long limbs that made him look taller, he’s 180-182 cm (5’11) but sometimes likes to claim he’s 6’0. Despite acting like a teenager, he’s 23.

• Sebastian

Robin might be tall but he did not get her genes on that one, the rest? Sure, especially his face but not height, sadly. I think 173 cm (5’8) is the perfect height for him, but sometimes I like to make him 170 cm (5’7) for shits and giggles. 23 years old.

• Shane

SHORT KING, shortest bachelor and at most he’s 165 cm (5’5). He’s in his 30s (34-36 to be more specific).

Others

Caroline: 47 years old, 162 cm (5’3)

Clint: 38 years old, 194 cm (6’3)

Demetrius: 48 years old, 196 cm (6’4)

Evelyn: 83 years old, 151 cm (4’11)

George: 82 years old, 175 cm (5’9)

Gil: 56 years old, 177 cm (5’10)

Gunther: 45 years old, 178 cm (5’10)

Gus: 54 years old, 179 cm (5’10)

Jas: 7 years old, 124 cm (4’0)

Jodi: 41 years old, 158 cm (5’2)

Kent: 42 years old, 190 cm (6’3)

Leo: 8 years old, 118 cm (3’10)

Lewis: 63 years old, 173 cm (5’7)

Linus: 58 years old, 176 cm (5’9)

Marlon: 53 years old, 185 cm (6’1)

Marnie: 51 years old, 160 cm (5’3)

Morris: 49 years old, 180 cm (5’11)

Mr. Qi: 36 years old, 187 cm (6’2)

Pam: 54 years old, 150 cm (4’11)

Pierre: 47 years old, 174 cm (5’8)

Prof. Snail: 67 years old, 167 cm (5’6)

Rasmodius: He either aged slowly so he’s old but looked younger or he aged normally, if the latter then he’s 50 years old. 192 cm (6’3)

Robin: 46 years old, 178 cm (5’10)

Sandy: 34 years old, 183 cm (6'0)

Vincent: 7 years old, 126 cm (4’1)

Willy: 55 years old, 183 cm (6’0)

BONUS

(Some) Expanded

Andy: 48 years old, 181 cm (5’11)

Claire: 26 years old, 166 cm (5’5)

Lance: 27 years old, 186 cm (6’1)

Martin: 16 years old, 176 cm (5’9)

Olivia: 50 years old, 163 cm (5’3)

Scarlett: 21 years old, 164 cm (5'4)

Sophia: 21 years old, 162 cm (5’3)

Susan: 42 years old, 168 cm (5’6)

Victor: 22 years old, 178 cm (5’10)

[beddybites]

SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEhes so tiny…..

Small doodle of @/ghostbite0’s 21 trio au with Giyuu and Nezuko :)

one with the bamboo and one w/out

I wonder if Nezuko was was ever left alone with Giyuu if she’d start thinking of Giyuu to be like Rokuta and start carrying him around like she did with Rokuta in episode 1

[larz-barz]

HERE SHE ISSSSS HEHEHHE

i was inspired by @risingscorchingsuns to make this au:3

the au as a whole is inspired by the tiny 21 trio au made by @ghostbite0 (milo doesn’t go in and out of baby mode tho, she’s just always in baby mode:3)

tagging: @bottlecapsandotherthings @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @rosalinastan1 @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @pinkwisteria @nimmie-nugget @kimetsu-chan @shycroissanti @slayfics @night-mince0 @zenitsustherapist @frostburn-shoto @floofgryph

[introverted-imagineer]

The Emperors Solution (Part 21)

Warnings: Language, religious, and gendered themes (In keeping with historical beliefs and practices from the 10th century in which the show is set).

The Emperor had grown up in a world of privilege; the best education money and status could buy, a constant influx of goods that could fill every castle across the empire. A life where the word ‘no’ did not exist. His world on a golden platter that he didn’t have to share with anyone else; Entitled? Yes. Naive? Most probably. Trusting? Possibly. Inattentive? Absolutely not. 

The Emperor stood at the stern of his ship, his chin held high as he seemingly gazed upon his empire. The loyal friend, the sleepy infant, and the bewildered mother sat at the ship's bow. The Emperor’s bride stood starboard side, her eyes like daggers as she gazed at the trio. It had not escaped the Emperor, the way that his bride’s attention went straight to the Viking warrior when she emerged in her sacred garments rather than her husband-to-be. 

Instead of the joyous union the Emperor had hoped for, sailing into the ports of his empire with his bride’s hand in his, he stood there silently plotting. 

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It had seemed like an age since I had seen a city. The noises of people talking, the sounds of blacksmiths banging their hammers against sizzling hot metal, the smells of spices, herbs, and fresh fish as the ports busied with fishermen disposing of their catches. This would have all seemed wonderful, but the only thing my mind could focus on was the sleeping bundle in my arms. The way her tiny body cradled against mine, her head nuzzled upon my breast, my heart beating fast. Was it relief? Nerves? Panic? The questions spinning in my head. Was I holding her correctly? Was she warm enough? Did she seem healthy? So many aspects of motherhood that seemed so natural, but now I questioned if I was capable of caring for her every need. Mathilda sat closely, my head resting on her shoulder. Her arm pointing, words emitting from her mouth. I could feel the vibration of her words as I rested against her body, but I couldn’t hear a word. 

It had been only a fleeting minute that Harald had met the daughter he didn’t even know existed. Only moments before Mathilda eagerly led us to the ship they had travelled upon. As we descended down the hill to the boat, I glanced back to see Harald’s hand delicately nestled within Elena’s grasp, the pair whispering. As we boarded the Emperor’s ship, Harald, Leif and the rest of the group boarding Harald’s ship, I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. How could his attention be so quickly dismissed from his own daughter to the new empress? A feeling of betrayal as he didn’t even try and insist on chaperoning his own flesh and blood to the place where our new lives would be taking us? Did he not care? Was he angry that I had kept her existence a secret? Was he too infatuated with Elena? But I quickly reprimanded myself. Harald Sigurdsson does not owe me anything, I do not owe Harald Sigurdsson anything. 

I am free.

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‘Y/N’….’ Y/N…’ Like being awakened from a deep slumber, except I was already awake. My body jolted like I had been struck with a thunderbolt. The noises of the city pierced my ears, if it had not been for the sleeping bundle in my arms, I would have pressed my palms tightly against my ears to stop the noise. The sun shone so brightly, I would have shielded them if I could, as I looked up from that sweet innocent slumbering face to the thousands of people, the tall buildings and the vast colours that decorated the city of Constantinople. Mathilda stood, her hand outstretched. I looked around, the boat now populated by strange men boarding, tossing ropes across the boat. I gingerly stood up, letting Mathilda’s arm wrap around me as she guided us towards the wooden plank that led down to the dock. I took a deep breath, looking at my surroundings more closely. A feeling of overwhelming crisis taking over. How I had travelled so far, not of my own accord. If it weren’t for Twyla, I knew I would have been angry, destroyed, and possibly even violent. But even as much as I doubted my own ability to be a good mother, the overwhelming urge to protect her and not myself was stronger than those feelings of resentment. 

I slowly shuffled down the plank of wood, the Emperor stood at the bottom of the plank, one hand outstretched to me, his other dutifully holding up the hand of his new bride. I nervously gripped onto his hand, welcoming his steady grip as I clutched Twyla tightly, careful not to disturb or drop her. My senses overwhelmed, barely noticing the sizeable number of people gathered around the port, excitedly watching as the ships and their newcomers disembarked. ‘It’s beautiful, is it not?’ The Emperor’s deep voice emitted, his gaze fixated on me as my face emitted more emotion than I could explain. I looked at him, his face smiling as he clearly enjoyed the moment of a new person seeing his dazzling empire. It was only the feeling of his thumb gently brushing over my fingers that my old instincts kicked in. I gently dropped into a deep curtsey, aghast at my actions as I realised my hand was tightly gripped to that of an Emperor. ‘Forgive me Your Highness for my brazenness.’ The Emperor gently squeezed my hand. ‘For you my dear,  your enchantment on this occasion is understandable.’ As I rose from my curtsey, he lowered my hand, gently brushing his fingers against Twyla’s cheek. His face softened as he admired her. ‘Your daughter has and will continue to bring much joy to my Empire.’ 

‘Harald Sigurdsson’ Elena announced eloquently. I turned slightly to see Harald’s ship docked, looking unseemly behind the Emperors. The Emperor swiftly rounded me as he placed himself directly in front of the group. ‘Welcome to Constantinople’ his arms outstretched like a god, as the people behind him erupted into cheer. He turned around, addressing the crowd of people fixated upon his every move. ‘My people!’ He announced, bringing the cheers and clapping to a dutiful silence. ‘We welcome these newcomers to Constantinople. We celebrate and honour them, as they have returned one of Constantinople’s greatest treasures to its home.’ The crowds erupted into even louder cheers, some even brushing their weeping eyes. I gently pressed my hand against Twyla’s ear, attempting to deafen the overwhelming noise. 

A man waded through the crowd, his hair long and dark, his clothing modest but grand in material and embroidery. The Emperor laughed, his arms outstretched as he gruffly embraced the man, their hands slamming against each other's backs. The man’s eyes gazed at Mathilda with a large smile. The Emperor was quick, however, to turn his attention to Elena, the man dutifully bowing, kissing her knuckles gently as the Emperor looked on proudly. They chatted momentarily as we watched, too nervous to move. Another man swiftly joined, a much larger-looking man in a gold and red uniform. His protruding height made the Emperor look slightly smaller as he craned his neck, whispering something to the Emperor as his eye flickered to the rest of us. The Emperor turned, addressing Harald, Leif, and the rest. ‘Please, follow me’. The group tenderly waited for Elena and the Emperor to lead the way, Harald leading the group, his eyes only casting a look at myself, Mathilda and Twyla momentarily before he trekked after the pair. I stood by Mathilda, confused as she stood, not moving to follow. My confusion however grew as the man who had so gleefully embraced the Emperor hastily walked toward Mathilda, wrapping his arms around her waist, picking her up and spinning in a circle of embrace causing her to joyfully laugh. As he set her on the ground, he passionately kissed her, Mathilda smiling into the kiss as she tightly locked her arms around his neck. 

When they parted, he looked confusingly at Mathilda. ‘Where is?’ He began to ask before Mathilda quickly drew his attention. ‘Y/N, this is my betrothed, Consus’ she introduced stagnantly. ‘Conus, this is ‘Y/N, my dear friend, and Twyla’s mother’ she introduced. ‘Your betrothed?’ I asked confusingly, my eyes darting between the pair. She wrapped her arms around his waist. ‘Consus found Twyla and me after many days and nights after you and Kurya were taken, and brought us to safety in Constantinople’ she said, beaming up at him utterly lovestruck. He nodded ‘Hello Y/N, I know much about you’ he said with a tentative smile. ‘You…you bought my daughter and Mathilda here?’ I asked, shocked by the act of kindness that didn’t seem to phase him. ‘I was travelling here anyway, meeting Mathilda and your beautiful daughter was simply a happy coincidence.’ He explained, brushing the act off as if it were nothing. I walked forward, reluctantly parting from my daughter for the first time since our reunion. Mathilda, equally as confusingly, cradling Twyla to herself. I jumped, wrapping my arms around Consus’s neck as his arms caught my body surprised. ‘Thank you…thank you so much’ I cried into his shoulder. He placed me back down on the dock, as I unlaced one arm, wrapping Mathilda into the embrace. ‘Thank you both so much’ I repeated as I wept uncontrollably. 

It wasn’t until my crying had stopped I released the pair from my tight grip. But the pair didn’t seem to mind, they simply smiled at one another, engulfed in a spell-binding love for one another. I lifted the sleeve of my grotty garments, wiping the tears from my face. As I cleared my eyes, the obvious questions only then started to gather in my mind. ‘Wait…the Emperor?’ I asked pointing to him confusingly. ‘Oh.. my goodness, I’m so sorry’ I muttered, plunging myself into another instinctive curtsey. But Consus was quick to stop me. ‘Please Y/N, there is no need. Emperor Romanos and I are distant cousins, but I am not of noble birth.’ I looked at Mathilda, confused. ‘If Consus is not with me, he is with the Emperor, like two children playing together all the time’ she laughed, making Consus chuckle and nod in agreement. ‘I am simply, like you, a guest of my cousin’ he explained. His kindness was overwhelming, his natural conscience of goodwill was unbelievable. It seemed too good to be true…but my understanding of good had been destroyed over the last few years. I smiled slightly, the genuine kindness too much to truly believe; but it was certainly welcome. ‘Please, follow me to the palace.’ 

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‘You look like a new man’ the Emperor beamed, a friendly ice-breaker as Harald entered the throne room. ‘I smell it too’ Harald beamed, uncertain of the Emperor’s sense of humour, but relieved when the Emperor laughed. The Emperor strode to his podium, taking his seat on his throne, looking down as Harald stood in the centre of the room. 

‘My bride tells me that you, Harald Sigurdsson, are the reason that her venture here was successful. Would you say this to be true?’ He enquired curiously, slanting his head slightly as he watched Harald shift slightly uncomfortably. ‘I cannot truthfully say I knew what I was delivering, I can truthfully say that I am glad we have made it here…most of us anyway.’ The Emperor was not satisfied by this answer, however, unable to shake the feeling that Harald Sigurdsson’s rapport with his bride was as genuine as it seemed. He decided to delve deeper. 

‘My bride is particularly beautiful, is she not?’ He asked, causing Harald to breathe deeply as he stood solemnly before him. ‘Only the best for such a ruler and empire of your calibre’ he responded confidently. Another answer that failed to satisfy the Emperor’s suspicions. ‘She praises you highly Harald Sigurdsson’ he further commented, a slightly sinister tone beneath his friendly manner. ‘The Empress is too kind, she will make you a very happy man I am sure.’ Saliva hitched in his throat as he finished his sentence. Internally berating himself for his oblique statement. The Emperor simply smiled, but the comment ran silently amok in his mind. ‘So Harald Sigurdsson, tell me, what is it that will make you a happy man?’ He questioned, regaining his composure. ‘Most of my happiness lies back in my homeland of Denmark.’ Harald looked at the Emperor, wary of the sudden interest sparked. The Emperor gestured for him to continue. ‘I am the great-great-grandson of Harald Finehair, the first ruler of all of Norway; I intend to build an army and return to Norway to take what is rightfully mine by birth.’ Harald felt awkward, proclaiming rule in another man’s kingdom somehow felt informal. 

Little did he know, this was the most satisfactory answer he had given the Emperor. But something still pressed on his mind. ‘You said ‘most of your happiness’ what more could you want?’ He questioned, finally leaning forward as he placed his hand inquisitively under his chin. ‘My children are meant to be rulers of Norway, and I intend to fulfil that obligation too’. 

This caused the Emperor to rise from his seat.

‘And do you have children Harald Sigurdsson?’ He questioned persistently, an emote of excitement in his voice. Harald nodded slightly. ‘I have a child, back with a woman from my homeland; I do not know however if she or the child are even alive.’ Harald said sorrowfully. ‘And a child with another.’ The Emperor walked down the steps of his podium, walking so he stood right in front of him. ‘Who is this other?’ He questioned. ‘The mother of my daughter is y/n.’ The Emperor tilted his head, putting his finger up in the air and he wiggled it in thought. 

‘You are the father of Twyla?’ He stated a slight smile on his face. 

‘Twyla’ Harald repeated solemnly. 

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It felt like time had stopped. Like everything was too good, something bad was bound to happen. My daughter, my friend, and I were together again, alive. I felt like a little girl again, the way Mathilda sat behind the tub, her fingers gently massaging oils into my hair before scooping the warm water from the bath and pouring it over myself. I sat with my knees curled under my chin, desperately fighting my eyelids, too scared to take my eyes off Twyla for a second as she slept soundly in the basket on the floor. 

‘Tell me about her’ I whispered to Mathilda. I could hear the deepness of her breath, the sudden tenseness. The sponge came into contact as she rubbed circles on my back. ‘She’s a very quiet wee thing…barely fusses if there is someone she knows or a stranger…’ I rested my cheek on my knees, slightly turning to look in her direction. ‘But she only settles or sleeps in the arms of those she’s comfortable with’ she reasoned. Whether that statement was true or not, believing it was easier than accepting it as a friendly lie. I just wanted to feel connected to her. ‘She’s not a big baby, she doesn’t eat as much as she did with you…we have tried a few wet nurses, but she only takes to their breast if she’s starving, but even then she is quick.’ I smiled to myself slightly, feeling selfish at the thought, the way she was still so very small. A wave of guilt sizzled in my stomach at the thought of her starving herself for the milk of her own mother. ‘She smiles sometimes, she likes birds’ she chuckled. ‘Birds?’ I questioned, peeling my eyes away from Twyla, turning myself in the tub to look at Mathilda. ‘She sort of does a smile, and begins to wiggle when she hears birds chirping. Maybe it’s something she remembers from when she was with all of us, Kurya too’ she theorised. I looked back to Twyla, curious that an infant could have the emotional intelligence to recognise and respond to something as simple as a bird. 

*Phwwwwwhht Phwwwwwhht Phwwwwwhht* I whistled, like an experiment, sounding slightly rusty in the dryness of my throat. 

A tiny coo sounded from the wicker basket. Mathilda and I chucked at the adorableness. 

‘Thank you, truly.’ I whispered, knowing that words alone would never be able to express the depth of gratitude. 

The door opened slightly, and a woman ushered herself in with a small pile of folded fabrics. She walked over, placing the fabrics next to the bath, swiftly grasping my tattered, likely mouldy garments and inspecting their worth. Her lips locked tightly together, poking her fingers through the holes and tears, before swiftly waltzing over to the stone fireplace and thrusting them into the flames. She slowly wandered over to Twyla’s basket, crouching down as she smiled, admiring the little girl. Mathilda coughed slightly, sensing my tenseness and wary as I gripped tightly to the side of the tub. ‘Y/N, this is Inaya, one of the wet nurses I was telling you about.’ I felt ashamed, almost angry at the thought of someone else other than me feeding my daughter. Anger at not being there, petty at the thought of women like Inaya having that precious bonding time with my daughter instead of me. But, then again, if it weren’t for women like Inaya, Twyla might not be here. I begrudgingly loosened my grip, wrapping my arms back around my legs. ‘Thank you’ I croaked solemnly. She nodded gently, reaching into the basket and rearranging the blanket on top of her. 

‘The Emperor invites you to join him in dining with him tonight. The invite is extended to you and your daughter, it will be a small private gathering.’ She spoke, walking back to the pile of fabrics, unfolding a long, full-sleeved white linen dress, embroidered with tasteful small colourful floral embellishments. I looked to Inaya, beginning to protest. ‘Thi…this gown is much too grand…I can’t…’ ‘This dress was chosen for you by the Emperor himself, you must wear this.’ She lectured, holding a long linen sheet as she hastily ushered me out of the warm tub. 

‘Let us properly dress and groom you for the occasion’ she said, wrapping the cloth around my shoulders, and ushering me to the fireplace to dry. 

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Harald had attended many feasts, whether he was a guest, or they were thrown in his honour, he would usually feel at ease. However, whether it be the lack of food since Novgorod, or that feasts in Constantinople were just much grander than his homeland, the delicious display of food almost made him feel sick. The table, which had been referred to as ‘modest’ was filled with delicacies. Fruits, loaves of bread, grains, fish, meats, steam still wavering from the plates, emitting wonderful smells and heat that danced across his senses. Leif tentatively walked toward the table, stealing a grape or two. ‘I don’t understand, why does the Emperor want both of us?’ Leif questioned quietly. But Harald did not answer him, instead cautiously waiting for the Emperor to deliver that news himself before Harald could think too much about it. 

The double doors to the grand dining hall flew open, a small group of straight-faced guards marching after the pair in front. The Emperor and Empress, dressed in even grander garments than their meeting that morning. Harald couldn’t peel his eyes away, how for the last month or so he had been acquainted with Elena, the humble and loyal daughter, the fearless combatant and quick thinker in the face of danger. But now, within hours, she was no longer that person. Harald couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed, yet somewhat relieved that he could pursue his loyalties to another he yearned for. But, the thoughts of the two women still caused an internal battle inside his head, no matter how much he knew that he desired one more than the other, it was still a loss either way. 

Behind the group of guards, another entered the room, her head lowered to the ground as she carefully watched her steps. Her dress was too big as it lightly slung over her frame. Her ‘Y/H/C hair was adorned with a silky white headband tied into a neat long bow at the back of her head. A piece of fabric tied to her frame, cradling a small child tightly to her. It took Leif and Harald a moment to recognise the person as the person they already knew so well. 

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I didn’t need to look up. I could feel the stares from across the room, but vainly I couldn’t judge them, I was also perplexed by my reflection in the looking glass. The smell of flowery soap was almost sickening compared to the salty, sweaty odour I had become so used to. 

When I finally peeled my eyes from the infant gently nestled against my chest, I was struck by the amount of food covering the table in the centre of the room. Even since our rescue this morning, I had not thought for one moment about the empty pit in my stomach. So many colours, so many textures, so many flavours and smells that had become so foreign, even though they were once the same things I served daily in my youth in the castle. A lot of food for a ‘small private gathering’ I thought…

‘My friends’ the Emperor announced, standing at the forefront of the room with Elena dutifully by his side. Her pale eyes piercing as I tried to look anywhere but her intense gaze that lay upon me. ‘Tonight, we are here, I hope for a very joyous occasion’ he announced, a smile beaming across his cheeks. Everyone in the room now watching the Emperor with an aura of confusion. ‘Harald Sigurdsson has confided in me, his ambition to return to Norway to take his rightful place as King, and he will do so with my full support.’ The only person to look away from the Emperor was the Empress herself, her gaze shifting to Harald, an expression of dejection in her eyes. ‘And every King must secure his succession’ he announced, taking a step forward as he gestured toward me at the back of the room. ‘Come, please, y/n’ he spoke. 

My stare was blank like my feet were nailed to the floor. Not even the gentle grasping of Twyla’s fingers at my hair was enough to shift me from this moment of derealisation. ‘The Emperor has commanded you’ Elena hissed, taking a step forward. It was only the gentle whisper of my name that prompted my feet to move slowly forward. ‘Y/N’ Leif Eriksson had whispered. I stumbled forward, clutching at the skirt of my dress to not trip over the fabric, while closely clutching the makeshift baby sling closer to me as if I was stepping right into the lion’s den. The Emperor was patient until I stood before him. ‘What kind of life would you both like for your daughter?’ I looked at the Emperor curiously, unsure of his question. Both? ‘You and your husband?’ He questioned. I could feel my insides clenching, and my heart beating faster. The Christian iconography had not escaped me. The adornment of religious relics were scattered all over Constantinople. The large crucifix hanging from his neck. I could feel my arm tighten around Twyla, the way my mother had held me closely as a child when people berated me for my unorthodox parentage. Maybe I could lie? Say my husband was dead? The thoughts running through my head. 

‘We are not married.’ Harald’s voice emitted, stepping toward me, standing stiffly by my side. I looked at him, my eyeballs bulging out of my head as I looked at him in a state of panic. The Emperor stared at us both, attempting to look surprised, but there was something about his gaze that emitted the truth. This information was no surprise to him. The Emperor stood there and continued his performance. ‘Harald Sigurdsson, I was made to believe that many Vikings had accepted Christ as their lord and saviour?’ He questioned. Harald reached into his tunic, pulling out his crucifix as a display of his faith. ‘But, you have sired this child out of wedlock’ he stated. I looked at Leif warily, Leif was also uncomfortable as his sister had also supposedly carried Harald’s child. Harald only replied with a curt nod. ‘How do you expect your people to accept this child as a future noblewoman…possibly even Queen of Norway if she is not of sacred birth?’ 

I wanted to scream. How dare these men assume my daughter’s future for her. How dare they assume that royalty was a safe life for her. How dare they assume that this was my desire for her too. How. Dare. He.

‘I don’t want her to be a Queen…I want her to be happy’ I said, confidently speaking for the first time. The Emperor’s act dropped slightly, the surprise on his face genuine. ‘You do not want this life for her? Education? Protection? Loyalty? Family? He questioned, gesturing to his palace around him, clearly retailing in his own life. ‘It is not that your highness, I want her to have those things, I just don’t necessarily believe that instructing and grooming my daughter for a life of nobility is the only way for her to have those things.’ The room fell even more tense, one might even hear the sound of a pin drop. The Emperor walked forward like time had slowed down. I could feel his every step vibrate across the ground, the sound of his shoe beating against the floor. The callouses of his fingers as he slipped them under my chin, and forced me to look at him. ‘Aren’t mothers supposed to want the best for their children?’ He questioned solemnly. I could feel my heart ripping apart. Every insecurity, every internal crisis I had felt about being a mother. Was this, was my personal feelings a recipe for destruction, was I endangering my daughter? 

He stepped back, and his poised composure returned as he fell back into his performance. ‘Here is my offer. Harald, I cannot help you build a Christian army, a Christian empire if you do not practice such convictions in your own life. A King must have a legitimate heir, he must have a legitimate marriage sanctioned by the Church. I have the desire to help you build this but with the eyes of my people, my council, and my bride, you must understand that not even I hold the power to make such a miracle happen without the guidance and principles of our lord at its core.’ Harald shifted uncomfortably, his fists crunching into himself as he put them protectively behind his back. But Harald simply matched the Emperor’s performance. ‘May I have the opportunity to discuss this with y/n privately?’ He questioned in a way that submitted to the ego of the Emperor, making him feel strong in his position. The Emperor peeled a smile across his face. ‘Of course’ he said, gesturing to a small wooden door across the room. 

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‘What have you done?’ I hissed quietly, clutching Twyla closely. Harald paced around the small room, his knuckles white as he clutched his fingers within his grip. ‘He promised…he promised he would help me’ he muttered angrily to himself. ‘I don’t give a damn about what he promised you, my baby will not be forced to be Queen of some nation that she’s never fucking been.’ ‘She is MY child too y/n’ he hissed, thumping his hand against his chest. ‘Only in the formal sense’ I hissed back passively. ‘Well you can hardly blame me for that…all that time we travelled across the seas, across countries, and you NEVER said a word about our daughter’s existence.’ 

‘Why did you leave?’

I finally asked. Never having had the courage to ask that question. He stopped his pacing, placing his hand gingerly against the wall, his eyes darting to the floor, his composure dropping entirely from the fierce Viking he normally was. ‘Why? Why did you leave that night? You left me in London’ my voice cracked slightly, the gasping of my breath desperate to hide my pain, the anger and betrayal, but mostly the sense of loss I had long felt since that night. 

‘I had stolen so much from you Saxon…I reasoned with myself that if I left you where you had started…where I thought belonged, that life would be better to you than I had so cruelly been’ he whispered, his voice cracking and he spoke, his hand coming up and gripping his mouth to silence the sound. 

A version of Harald that was so rare. A side of him he wouldn’t even let Leif see. And yet, he stood there, his eyes averted in shame, the truth finally spilling. ‘Had I known you were with child…I would have done things differently.’ He turned around, his back turned, hiding the shame he felt spilling his emotions. He let out a sigh, a gentle whistle emitting from his lips. 

*phwoooooh*

Her legs began to gently kick, and a small coo at the sound. Harald turned his head slightly, the sound of his baby like a lightning strike to his body. Exactly how I had felt. As much as I wanted to sit here and argue, to curse him for leaving, to execrate him and the Vikings for all they had done to me. But an annoying part of me cared for him. For being Twyla’s father. I closed my eyes, my thoughts running wildly. Outside this small room, the Emperor waited. Inside this room, the fate of my family was still somewhat within my control. An opportunity that could change all our lives for the better, rather than continue to exist in this confusing state of limbo that had gone on long before we set foot in Constantinople. 

‘Here is what we are going to do.’ Harald turned around, his eyes puffy, slightly red. ‘Twyla will not be Queen of Norway. She will not be a noblewoman. Our job, as her parents, will be this and only this.’ I stated, raising my finger and pointing it at Harald’s chest. ‘We will build a life for her for which she can be safe, happy, and will have choices.’ Harald finally looked at Twyla, their eyes meeting as she stared at him curiously. ‘You will get the Emperor to help you build your army, but while we are here, you will do some things for me.’ His eyes didn’t shift from Twyla, their eyes firmly locked on one another, but he nodded his head. ‘You will find us somewhere to live, somewhere that is not in this castle, somewhere normal where we can live in peace without the Emperor and the Empress controlling our every move. You will find a tutor, for when Twyla comes of age so she will have the opportunity to learn and have an education. But most importantly, you will let me live a normal life with her, not one dictated by your ambition to be King, but a normal, stable life where she can be happy. Those are my conditions.’ Harald finally looked at me, his face aghast. ‘You mean?’ He questioned. ‘Yes. I will agree to the marriage, but only so that the Emperor will help us, he doesn’t need to know the specifics.’ I raised my arm, holding my hand out. A gesture to seal the deal. I was sceptical if Harald Sigurdsson would be willing to not only lie to the Emperor but to relinquish so much control. But Harald looked at Twyla, his eyes softening, his breath easing. His arm locked against mine, with a firm shake. 

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The trio emerged from the room, the Emperor watching carefully, his solution would either fail or succeed. Harald approached the Emperor, a dutiful bow as he did. ‘Your offer is most kind, and with your blessing and support, we would like to accept your generous offer to wed us.’ 

The Emperor smiled, a joyful laugh emitting as his plans fell into place. With Harald Sigurdsson married, with a wife and child, his own marriage would not be threatened by the Empresses’ obvious care for the Viking. A solution so clever, the Emperor so vainly joyful with his brilliance. 

‘Well let us not waste such a glorious moment, let us call upon the clergy and have the beautiful couple wed tonight!’ He announced, his council already walking out of the room to gather the necessary people to unify Harald and y/n. 

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The room began to bustle as the Emperor didn’t waste a moment. I scanned the room, only one pair of eyes fixated on me as she stood with the Emperor. I couldn’t tell who was paler. Elena, or me. 

[strange-little-spy]

Chapter 21: Saturday Morning, Brooklyn, NYC

Warnings: massive steve incoming, some fluff, steggy, needles Word count: 1490 words

“How on earth am I going to fit in the cars back home??” Addie thought as she sat in the front seat of the black car that ferried Steve, Peggy and herself to the procedure center, which was downtown Brooklyn. The car was rather large compared to the other cars she remembered from the future. 

“I know this neighborhood.” Steve commented from behind her. “I got beat up in that alley. And that parking lot. And behind that diner.”

Addie fought her snicker. Maybe this would prove to Peggy that he was a tiny temper guy.

“Did you have something against running away?” Peggy questioned, sounding a little dumbfounded. But just a little. 

“You start running, they'll never let you stop.” Steve responded. You stand up, you push back. They can't say no forever, right?”

“I know a little of what that's like, to have every door shut in your face.”

“I guess I just don't know why you'd want to join the Army if you were a beautiful dame. Or a... A woman. An agent. Not a dame. You are Beautiful, but...”

“Oh my word…” Addie hid her face in her hands to hide her laugh. This poor guy.

“You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?” Peggy did a better job of hiding her amusement.

“I think Addie did most of the talking. Women aren't exactly lining up to

dance with a guy they might step on.”

Addie shook her head.

“You must have danced.” Peggy kept trying. Her tone was quite soft…

“Well, asking a woman to dance always seemed so terrifying. And the past few years, it just didn't seem to matter that much, besides Addie was keeping me busy. I figured I'd wait.”

“For what?”

“The right partner.”

The car halted outside an antique shop, making Addison wonder what they were doing. Maybe it was a decoy and the center was just down the road.

“This way.” Peggy led the way inside the empty shop, her demeanor casual and nonchalant as an older woman, probably in her early 60’s stepped out from a curtained back room.

“Wonderful weather this morning, isn't it?” She asked sweetly, putting Addison on guard.

“Yes,” Peggy replied, just as sweetly. “But I always carry an umbrella.”

There was a signal exchanged somewhere, unwilling to let Addie relax. She followed the other two, keeping her enhanced senses on high alert,as they passed through the curtain barrier. A large bookshelf, stacked to the gills barred their way, but with a swift touch of a button, the self broke apart in the center to reveal a concrete hallway with an army guard keeping watch. Addie suddenly understood what all the hubbub was about. THIS was the procedure center hidden behind and under an old antique shop in Brooklyn. Who would have thought?

Yet something nagged in the back of her mind, warning bells sounding and a memory that hadn’t happened yet flashed in her mind. 

“Steve—“ She tugged his sleeve after he took his hat off and was fidgeting with it as the trio moved through the hall. 

“Yeah?”

“—Be careful…please.”

“You know I will,” He flashed a smile, touching her hand as they came onto a balcony overlooking the procedure room. That laboratory smell overtook Addie, her heart speeding up as she grasped the railing next to Peggy. She spotted Erskine making final preparations and a number of other scientists and an armed guard at each exit. 

A windowed booth sat just across from the balcony, a small group of what looked like officials and a few higher ranking generals and colonels, including Phillips. Addie felt an instinctive frown turn her lips downward. Before she knew it, she was alone on the balcony with Steve and Peggy down below in the bowl-ish center, a strange table was in the middle, something like metal plates surrounded it. Addie really had no idea what was about to happen or what all this technology around her. She nearly ran into a guard as a flash bulb clicked in her face, startling her with a jump.

“Please, not now.” Erskine’s voice assured her of his presence, his hand pushing away the photographer. “Would you like to go up to the booth, young lady?”

“No, thanks, I’d rather watch here. I won’t get in your way, doctor.” Addie rubbed her eyes and smiled at the doctor.

“Alright then.”

Addie watched as Steve took off his shirt and tie, handing them to an attendant. Even though she’d seen him shirtless, it was still practically heartbreaking to see his scrawny, weak, susceptible to every illness, self. He climbed onto the table, sharing a short word with Erskine who looked rather regretful about something.

“No…don’t overthink it, he’s probably making a joke about the colonel, he’s going to be fine.” She forced herself to sit still as Erskine spoke to another young man with a small goatee and dark hair. She recognized him as Howard Stark from the Exhibition. Another unplayed memory flashed in her mind, a much older man, that wrecked car, the smell of blood-

“Are you alright, miss?” A guard spoke, snapping her from her vision. She had evidently been touching her temples as if she had a bad headache.

“Yes, I’m okay.” She looked up and took a breath. She wanted Bucky to be with her now more than ever. Too bad he had to be shipped out sooner than she wanted… Then again, he would definitely be making a fuss because heck—if this was the same guy who failed to make the flying car, why the hell was she about to trust him with her best friend!?

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Erskine began, speaking into a microphone that projected his voice into the booth above and around the center. “Today

we take not another step towards annihilation, but the first step on the path to peace. We begin with a series of microinjections into thesubject's major muscle groups. The serum infusion will cause

immediate cellular change. And then, to stimulate growth, the subject will be saturated with Vita-Rays.”

While Erskine spoke, a pair of nurses began to place plates on Steve’s center and thighs, small needles injecting into his skin and muscles. 

Another nurse inserted a hypodermic into his shoulder. 

“That wasn’t so bad.”

“That was penicillin.” Erskine smiled curiously. “Serum infusion beginning in five—“ He looked at his watch, stepping back and glanced at the dark haired man who began to throw a lever. “Four... three... two... one.”

The blue vials were quickly emptied. Even from where she was standing, Addie could have sworn everyone in that room could hear her heartbeat as she watched, transfixed. 

“Now, Mr. Stark.” Doctor Erskine looked to the dark haired man again, the name sending another pain in her head as the memory refused to come to light. 

Stark slowly turned a small wheel, a dial reading the power levels sitting on zero as the table which Steve was lying on was raised and the metal plates around it came around and sealed the scrawny figure inside.

Addie took a breath, clutching the railing in front of her after wiping her sweaty palms. She could only imagine what Steve was thinking.

“Steven, can you hear me?” Erskine tapped on the chamber. 

“It's probably too late to go to the bathroom, right??” A tinny voice came from inside, easing the tension. 

Addie hide her face and grin before looking up the booth. Peggy was staring eagerly from the window.

“She’s nervous, too…”

“We will proceed.” Erskine told Stark who slowly turned the small wheel, the dial raising. 

“That's ten percent. Twenty percent. Thirty. That's forty percent.”

A yellow light emitted from the window in the chamber, a low humming rumbled from the middle of the room as a few of the lights flickered from the surge of power.

“Vital signs are normal.” A doctor reported.

“That's fifty percent.” Stark informed, slowing his turn. “Sixty…Seventy...”

An abrupt yell came from the chamber, startling Addie before she bolted to the chamber, wedging her fingers between the seam of metal.

“Steve-!!”

“No, please!” Erskine pulled her away before she could do any damage. 

“Shut it down!” Peggy ordered, rushing from the booth. 

“Steven!”

“Shut it down!!”

“Kill the reactor, Mr. Stark! Turn it off! Kill it! Kill the reactor!” Erskine called as Stark snatched a lever.

“No!!” Steve shouted, straining. Addie looked to the chamber, scared stiff. “Don't! I can do this!”

Erskine and Addison turned back to Stark who didn’t hesitate to grab the wheel and turn it steadily. 

“Eighty. Ninety. That's a hundred percent!” He took his hands from the device, keeping an eye on the chamber as the hum began to grow louder as the lights powered down, a silence coating the room as the sparks faded.

Finally, Addison felt her heart start up again as the chamber opened.

Thank you for reading! Dividers by @strangergraphics

Original prompt by @the-superoriginal ~ written by yours truly, all relation to actual people are purely coincidental

Tag list: @fictionalmenjusthitdifferent ~ @oh-to-be-a-murderer ~ @thebestmerc-1 ~ @itzzkaylaaa ~ @twoarrsandonesea ~ @natt-romanoff - @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass - @lady-of-imladris @crazyinlovewithmarvel @dollface-xoxo(too bad I tag u anyway) @the1-and-only-peggycarter

[beddybites]

TINY 21 TRIO WRITING REAL????????????????? this is oc ute i will cry

This is a little fic from one of my asks/prompts on @ghostbite0 page about their tiny 21 trio au, such a good au I literally bawl every time... anyways tadaaaaa (I will be posting more trust gang)

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Sanemi could feel something felt off when he woke up. Like a little pulling In the the back of the head. He sat up and pushed away the little puppy dog he'd been sleeping with (someone keeps putting it in his arms he swears). Sanemi looks around the room he and the other babies had been staying in trying to wake himself up. He realized they weren't here in the crib with him, he was confused but he preferred it that way (no matter what the little voice in the back of his head said).

He pushed himself up and got up holding the bars of his crib getting ready to yell at someone to get him out of this thing before he hears it. He knows that laugh. The tugging in the back of his mind overtakes his whole little baby brain. An excited scream breaks out of Sanemi's mouth when he sees a flash of purple go by. 

Genya freezes, was that Sanemi? He froze thinking he heard wrong but he knew he was right. Obanai was with Mitsuri who was trying to give him a bottle and Giyuu was with Tanjiro. Sanemi got put down for a nap after he dumped his food onto the floor. Genya's nervous, ever since his brother got turned into a baby his behavior toward him totally flipped. Sanemi used to avoid Genya like a plague and now its like the two are the best of friends. It was overwhelming for the poor teen. His big adult angsty older brother who acted like Genya didn't mean anything to him was now a little baby who wanted nothing more than to hang out with him (when he's in baby mode again). A whine breaks him out of this thoughts. 

Genya hesitates for a bit longer until the whining because sobbing. He rushes into the room, almost tripping on a stuffed animal (Mitsuri swears it's to keep the babies entertained but everyone knows it's all for Obanai). Sanemi giggles through his tears and bounces in his place. Genya pauses and tries to think of the last time his brother looked even remotely happy to see him. He guessed he took too long because Sanemi throws his stuffed dog at his face and whines with as much anger his baby body can muster (he looks like a kicked puppy with his watery eyes, chubby cheeks and tiny bit of drool on the right corner of his mouth).

“Alright Nemi I'm right here, it's okay”. Genya reaches over the crib bars and picks Sanemi up. A happy coo comes out of the baby and his brother wipes his snot covered face with a blue rag. Rags and bibs were an absolute necessity when the trio was in baby mode or eating. Sanemi has a bit of a dribble problem, Obanai is always suckling on his pacifier or little mittens, and Giyuu… he's something else. Sanemi squeals and shoves his face in his brother's neck, smelling the smallest hint of gun powder and mint. Genya chuckles, “You're such a little dweeb” and bends over to pick up the stuffed animal his baby brother chucked at him. His brother babbles out what sounds like “You're a dweeb”.

Genya tucks the toy in Sanemi's arms and the boy screams in delight and babbles random unintelligible words. Genya caught maybe the word puppy and his name but you couldn't tell with the way Sanemi was shaking his head back and forth. Genya tickles his brother's side and soaks in all the happy laughter he gets as a response. The teen looks around the room for something to do before deciding to go to the comfy corner covered in pillows and blankets. It was made after Giyuu smacked his head on the floor trying to find a comfy spot to lay down. It also doubles as a playpen and calm down corner/time out corner which was very effective for the baby Genya was holding who was prone to meltdowns for whatever reason.  

Genya steps over the makeshift gate and settles in between the pillows and blankets with his brother on his lap. The babbles continued with Sanemi smacking the puppy on his big brothers tummy. Genya smiled softly at Sanemi smiling little face and sparkling eyes. “Be gentle Nemi, don't be mean to your puppy okay?” Sanemi crawled off Genya with a little pat to his puppy and picked up a dragon plush for Genya. Genya chuckled as he realized his brother wanted to play with stuffed animals. When his brother got like this he especially enjoyed playing pretend, it was really cute. “Alright Nemi, whats our little story?” Genya smiled as he sat up across from his brother with the dragon in his hand. 

The two played for what felt like hours and Sanemi began to yawn again. Genya wiped his mouth again and laid down with him. His baby brother laid on his chest sniffling softly with one arm curled around his puppy and a hand clutching his brother's clothes. Genya rubbed up and down Sanemi's back until his breathing slowed. “Goodnight Nemi, I love you so much…” Genya pressed a kiss to his brother's forehead before laying down to think about how his life had totally flipped on him.

Genya woke up to angry babbling and things being thrown at him. “Nemi what are you doing? Come here let's get you dressed and fed”. He stood up and cracked his back before turning towards a pouty and red faced Sanemi in the corner of the room, the puppy laid nearby. When Genya tried to pick Sanemi up, the boy exploded into angry babbles with hateful eyes. Genya sighed and left to go get Gyomei to calm his chihuahua of a baby brother. So much for bonding time. 

[risingscorchingsuns]

something something blood demon art something something hikarus a baby now

im constantly rotating @ghostbite0’s tiny 21 trio babies in my brain and ive been brainrotting about a babymode hikaru… he is Small

there’s lore forming in my brain about the AU but im so tired lmaooo feel free to give baby au headcanons. for now i place the art and scurry away 🙏

the silver boy on the bottom left is @definitelynotgideon 🫶🫶

[dragon-queen21]

ok so I might have a request but what are some headcanons when the 21 yr old trio is regresses and who are mainly their caregivers

21 trio agere headcanons

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~Tiny 21 trio is adorable because I feel like they would individually have the worst time regressing, but together just the sillies

~Sanemi regressing the oldest, then Giyu and finally Obanai who often only regresses as old as a toddler.

~Giyu would slip the most often, the other part of the trio being so put off at first because out of seemingly no where they now have a mentally three year to deal with

~I feel like their main caregivers would be Gyomei, Mitsuri, Tengen, and master Kagaya

~Obanai not wanting to share his mama (Mitsuri) and clings to her refusing to let go. Probably wails if anyone gets to close so she would have to team caregiver with someone in order to properly watch over the three. Probably Tengen because I feel like he would be the master of distractions and keeping up with the other two

~Master Kagaya and Gyomei could handle watching them on their own most days

~All three would be pet regressors

~Sanemi really enjoying drawing/painting when little and has the other two come along with him.

~Obanai can’t stand the texture of getting paint on his skin and is often too small to really draw anything other than scribbles.

~Giyu would enjoy coloring but be super shaky and uncoordinated. But he tries his best and Sanemi will give him a pat on the head for effort

[ecstarry]

hello !! first of all. arcane js eating my brain. second of all. 12 & 21 for the ask game 🫶

del!! <3

firstly tho, i cannot believe i have not gotten a single yap about arcane smh

12. Talk about a new friend you made this year

this is going to make me so emotional oh my god. i know it says one but damn this year my friendships have done so so many things for me. two of my best friends have been in my life for some years now and while i felt incredibly happy with them, this year i've just been fucking blessed honestly. i got way way closer to some college friends, i see them like 3 times a week and i'm even starting a year long work project with one of them, they have made my life so so much happier.

and now oh god, i joined this fandom in february this year so the friendships i've made this year have been so beautiful and istg make my heart fuller <3

some have been since the beginning like my broriage, ngl atp renn deserves monetary compensation for listening to my drama all year he he some came a tini bit later like my turkish-brazilian-mexican trio, some friends we might not talk as much atm but we are up to date with each other even through insta stories like angel and anna and then during the second half i met even more amazing people like eli, my parents and jesoops and ofc my precious baby who i can't believe how lucky i am to have in my life <3

i know this is long af i know i know but fr this year was so so intense for me with so many changes that i just could not had gone through all of it without my irls and online friends like legit no words

21. What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

i changed the curtains in my room and oh my god it looks so so much better shoutout to my best friend for doing my home renovation

end of the year asks

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mcsm headcanons cuz im actually mental rn get it out of my head (btw these headcanons are with red clip jesse in mind hello)

- olivia and axel have been friends since like actual birth

- i like to believe jesse became friends with those two later in life, like either middle school or high school age

- in my head jesse was friends with rueben first

- like rueben was jesse’s first friend

- also in my head shes like actually terrible when it comes to talking to people

- like she has no idea how

- and rueben was her first friend bc she felt it was easier talking to a pig than people

- and also also in my head she was completely overwhelmed when she had become the towns hero

- bro had to thug out the fame

- i love my autistic queen jesse minecraft (im not projecting trust)

- oh oh also jesse’s full name is jessica but she always hated how feminine it sounded so she has just always gone by jesse

- anyway back to treehouse trio (olivia axel and jesse)

- sometime in their teen years they TRIED to make a band together

- axel could play drums and olivia could play piano

- jesse couldn’t play an instrument though so they all decided she would sing and do tambourine

- and rueben would play the damn triangle

- see it wasn’t that jesse wasn’t a bad singer she’s like pretty decent at singing

- it’s just they didn’t keep in mine that jesse and axel were both playing instruments that are supposed to keep the beat of a song (and also technically rueben too)

- i swear there are real names to those types of instruments i’m just blanking out on what they’re called

- so they ended up drowning olivia’s piano playing

- and it just sounded awful

- it lasted a week

- petra plays guitar

- she taught jesse how to play guitar which worked like slightly

- jesse can now successfully play three cords on the guitar!

- i think the treehouse trio met petra late teenage years

- this is also around the time they met the ocelots

- jesse and aiden are bitter exes HELLO

- i like to think jesse and aiden dated for a year before jesse broke things off bc aiden was lowkey highkey controlling

- aiden went from being like “omg no i need u pls” to “WHATEVER FINE I HATE U U STUPID BITCH” real quick

- also i like to think maya had a tiny crush on olivia but is so bad at flirting that olivia thought maya was bullying her

- so olivia lowkey beefing with maya

- lukas use to do mayas hair a LOT so now lukas is like the master of styling hair

- very quick on the ocelots i think all of them have also been friends since like actual childhood

- their teenage rebellion phase was wildd they should have been put behind bars

- “alright ocelots let’s absolutely grief this house” type shit

- anyway back on treehouse trio i care for them deeply

- axel. haha. he had tiny crush. on jesse

- bro was NOT happy when jesse and aiden started dated

- he gotten over jesse by the time she broke it off with aiden but omg bro was CHEERING

- i really really like to think that the treehouse trio have like this friendship necklace they all wear

- nothing fancy just some scrapes of iron on a chain wrapped around their neck

- rueben has one too :)

- jesse was like “i don’t wanna do that without rueben” and they were like “i support u queen”

- i think jeese and olivia have the same hair type

- well actually i think olivia’s curls are tighter but they are almost identical

- so olivia and jesse always did each others hair :)

- um some small stuff on the order of the stone rq

- ellegaard and soren HAD to have had SOMETHING

- wether it was like they were a thing or soren had a thing for her SOMETHING

- there’s actually a mcsm ost called “redstone baby” which i THINK plays when u first go into sorens enderman prep room

- it actually has some lyrics too its kinda sweet

- anyway enough about them lets go into main game events

- i like to think the main gang are all around 20-21 years old during the witherstorm arc

- order of oldest to youngest: petra, olivia, axel, jesse, lukas

- petra and olivia are both 21 and axel is about to turn 21

- have i made it clear jesse kinda a dork

- its not just male jesse guys like girls be dorky have you guys even READ dork diaries

- uh anyway so jesse prob never actually went out to fight monsters until that night she went out looking for rueben

- which is why she has the wooden sword

- i feel like she also prob used that wooden sword to fight off false alarms

- you cannot tell me jesse had not at least hit axel once with that sword when he would jumpscare her

- so ya jesse a weak fighter

- funny she goes from never fighting to the goddamn witherstorm

- she copied a lot of her fighting style from petra when she first had to go fight mobs

- throughout the game and also definitely after the witherstorm jesse develops her own form of fighting

- olivia DEFINITELY had a thing for ellegaard

- my girl was LEZZING out

- maybe not like actual full blown crush but she definitely had like this celebrity “do anything for u” crush on ellegaard

- soren is weak in my heart

- like emotionally yeah but also physically he weak as shit

- jesse only passed out from sorens punch cuz one, soren put his whole into that punch and two, jesse too is also weak as balls

- wind could blow her away

- did i mention shes vegan

- not that that has anything to do with her strength

- that f-bomb jesse threw at the witherstorm definitely effed her up

- in my run she used magnus’ armor which i am convinced saved her ass from some actual physical damage from the bomb

- but the bomb definitely did something to her

- she had tinnitus for weeks

- also i think she went deaf in one ear after that

- she kinda just raw dogged it for the witherstorm arc but i think olivia definitely made her earrings aids after

- or at least whatever earring aids would be in that universe idk if minecraft is different whatever

- rueben.

- my sweet baby boy rueben

- before we talk about the impacts of rueben’s death i wanna talk about how i believed jesse met rueben

- jesse was probs pretty young she met rueben

- it was confirmed that jesse found rueben near a waterfall so lets build on that

- i mentioned earlier that jesse pre-witherstorm never went out at night

- i lied she went out this one time and had gotten herself lost

- scared and confused jesse decided to wait out the night in a small cave with a waterfall nearby

- maybe even a cave behind a waterfall

- lucky mcsm came out pre-drowns so i don’t have to worry about that!

- jesse got lowkey highkey jumpscared by rueben

- rueben prob sneaked his way in the waterfall after losting his parents (rueben is a literal child guys where his pig parents at)

- rueben and jesse bonded over both being lost and scared and they waited out the night together

- and so now they besties

- were besties

- reuben’s death hit jesse, hard

- i don’t think she full blown cried when rueben first despawned, but she def was silently crying

- the night the witherstorm had died the whole town had thrown a party

- jesse didn’t show up to the party

- she made her way back to the treehouse and just laid down there

- thats when she started to cry

- like full blown crying

- she was found by axel and olivia later that night

- they all stayed in the treehouse that night

- jesse cried herself to sleep

- she never really got over rueben’s death

- for awhile she’d break down just looking at a pig

- that’s actually why she started going on adventure in the first place

- to distract herself from rueben

- i think the treehouse trio were the main contributors to rueben’s memorial

- jesse never wanted to be a hero guys

- anywayyy uh not much on the portal arc sorry guys

- portal takes a year after the witherstorm

- ivor and jesse have definitely bonded a lot since then

- i know damn well jesse and ivor yap buddies

- they yap under the stars about literally nothing and everything at the same time it’s crazy

- let it be know DAMN well when pama mentioned rueben something in jesse snapped

- like not obviously but it definitely repeated in jesse’s mine repeatedly

- i don’t even know if jesse had time to fully recover from pama’s remark

- if i remember correctly it was like pama’s world IMMEDIATELY to goddamn hypixel land

- but jesse def was fumbling a bit bc of like pama’s remark

- but then whats-his-face brought human rueben to taunt jesse and failed and that made jesse giggle for a bit

- but yeah after jesse got home jesse broke down again

- really thinking about pama’s remark on rueben

- “failed to save rueben” goddamn

- jesse was comforted by petra though

- wow i did not talk much about lukas sorry lukas fans

- anyway enough about lukas season 2 admin arc

- fuckass admins i haven’t gotten to replay it yet so my memories on this are fuzzy

- hi did i ever re-mention the friendship necklaces the treehouse trio had

- they NEVER took it off even after every single thing

- they tucked in behind their armor but it was always still there

- rueben’s necklace is at his memorial too don’t worry its not JUST the pork chop

- jesse is so vegan..

- uh admin arc is like 3 years after portal arc

- so everyone would be 25-26ish?? idk count my math

- radar is 21 though

- this means rader was 16 years old during the witherstorm arc

- do u guys remember his bitchass tattoo

- he def got a tattoo of the witherstorm on a drunken whim one day that he definitely regretted until he became thug

- jesse likes radar

- to jesse radar reminds her of who she used to be, which is sweet to jesse

- if not a little bit jealous-ing

- guys stella has the biggest fattest crush on jesse no one even lie to me

- “oh jesse my RIVAL my ARCH NEMESIS oh how i HATE her so much hehehehe time to start roleplaying as her teehee!”

- stella definitely wanted jesse

- did jesse want her back..maybe

- jesse has two hands and they’re for petra and stella

- maybe though i need to replay the games and see

- this will definitely get updated once i replay season 2

- sweet god there is something wrong with me

[rastronomicals]

8:21 PM EDT November 2, 2024:

Johnny Burnette & The Rock 'n' Roll Trio -   "The Train Kept A' Rollin'" From the album   Johnny Burnette And The Rock 'n' Roll Trio (December 1956)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under:    Rockabilly

 Versions of "Train Kept A Rollin'" Ranked

though I've not heard the Tiny Bradshaw version

1. Aerosmith, Get Your Wings 2. The Yardbirds, Having a Rave-Up 3. Aerosmith, off Live Bootleg 4. Motörhead, off No Sleep 5. Screaming Lord Sutch 6. Johnny Burnette 7. Bootlegged Led Zeppelin recorded on the 1980 European tour 8. The Rogues, Collected on Teenage Shutdown

And make no mistake, The Rogues' version is good . . . .

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Masterlist #2:D

Milo’s character sheet

Milo’s drawing reference (old, redesign is further down)

I’m sorry (Basil x Milo)

New Addition (GiYuMiLo)

Teaching an angel (Yuto x Milo)

A knight’s duty (Hachikazu x Milo)

Here for you (Satoshi x Milo)

My persona

Changes (Zeno x Kitari)

Unbearable news (Milo centered)

Your warmth (Hasuki x Milo)

You’re safe now angel (Kaito x Milo)

Comfort cuddles (Yuto x Milo)

It’s ok sweetheart (Obanai x Reader)

Opposite personality (Milo centered)

Sleepy kitty (Hikaru and Milo)

Kitari head-canons

It won’t go away.. (Zeno x Kitari)

Taking risks, saving lives (Milo in Mugen Train)

Updated Milo info post

Brother from another mother (Hikaru and Milo)

How I think Milo’s (hypothetical) death would impact the demon slayer corps

All lies (Yuto x Milo)

Meeting (Hasuki x Milo)

Stomach ache (Yuto x Milo)

Ice cream (Hachikazu x Milo)

Sleepy assistance (Hiroyuki x Milo)

My rp accounts

Argument (Yuto x Milo)

Safe now.. (Yuto x Milo) (part 2 of Argument)

Milo’s thoughts on the other hashiras

Darling (Zeno x Kitari)

Birthday stickering (Hikaru birthday fic)

Birthday struggles (Ayuna birthday fic)

Comfort in your arms (Yuto x Milo)

Sacrifice (Yuto x Milo)

Tag list

Milo in the pint sized pillars au head canons

Lost in a storm (Yuto x Milo)

Separated (Suzuki siblings centered)

Sibling shenanigans (Suzuki siblings and Zeno)

My ocs ages

All of my kny ocs

In each other’s arms (Basil x Milo)

Hype boy (Zeno x Kitari)

The bigger simp (Zeno x Kitari and Tanjiro x Milo)

Injury repair (Sebastian x Yuina)

My tumblr family!!

As if it was fate (Senjuro x Milo)

Milo’s redesign

In her time of need (Hikaru and Milo)

Tanjmilo stories

Mistletoe

Destroyed

Lost bow

At fault

Guilt

Shock

Not an inconvenience

Milorius stories

Unique demons

Picnic date

“Don’t worry, princess.. I’m okay..”

Requests

Soft ears (Obanai x Ayuna)

Strong enough (Shinobu and Leah)

Gingerbread house (Basil x Milo)

Library date (Basil x Milo)

First meeting (Obanai x Hanako)

Secret place (Muichiro x Kiyoka)

Katsaridaphobia (Obanai x Ayuna)

A helping hand (Ilona and Milo)

Calm down my love (Giyuu x reader)

Kitty comfort (Milo and big sister! reader)

Falling stars (Basil x Milo)

Wanting to forget (Muichiro x Koname)

Puppet show (Gyomei and Ames)

Silent comfort (Milo and big sister! reader)

Wingwoman (Basil x Milo)

Stress comfort (Ayuna x Obanai) (emergency req)

Comfort from little sis (Milo and older sibling reader) (emergency req)

Lost bow (Tanjiro x Milo)

Hide and seek shenanigans (Michika and Milo centered)

Already gone (Shiina and Milo)

Guilt (Tanjiro x Milo)

Overwhelmed (Zeno x Kitari)

Hide and seek shenanigans: part two (Michika and Milo centered)

Similar but different personalities (Milo and Haruta)

Plushie mischief (Milo and Ames centered)

Comforting flame (Kyojuro x Kaori) (emergency req)

Star-crossed lovers (Hachikazu x Milo)

Girl talk (Shiina and Milo)

Cold day (Obanai x Hanako)

Low energy (Obanai x Ayuna)

Forgotten (Hideaki x Milo)

Nawovuherszki’s lazy day head canons

The hashiras’ thoughts on Kianna

Tiny but mighty (Obanai x Ayuna, tiny 21 trio au)

Taking care of her (Shou x Milo)

Spending time together (Kyojuro x Kaori, and Senjuro)

Gentle (Kadaj x Milo)

Motivated (Milo and big sister! reader) (emergency req)

Hard day (Kansatoki and Amaya)

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