#uncle possibly dead

[nightguide]

CONSPIRACY THEORY HELL:

WHAT YOU KNOW AND WHY YOU'RE TOO HEARTBROKEN (I GET THAT)

ACTORS HELL: YOU KNEW ABOUT THE LIZARDS ALL ALONG (NOW YOU'RE FAMOUS)

HARBINGERS: YOU KNEW SOMEBODY WAS A LEGEND IN YOUR FAMILY

MAESTRO BECOME: YOU'RE LOVED BUT YOU HATE THE GOVERNMENT TO CHANGE YOUR OWN HOUSEHOLD FOR THE WORLD TO BE YOU

DANTE'S PARADOX: THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE (YOU ALIVE)

JUDGEMENT DAY: X-FILES FAN

GAIMAN'S HELL: YOU'RE INTO SCI-FI (SPECIFIC ONE) AND IT ADDS UP

BABYLON UNBROKEN: YOU'RE QUIET BUT YOU KNOW HOW TO ARGUE AGAINST A MORON (YOUR DREAM COME TRUE)

KINGDOM COME: YOU'RE RELIGIOUS BUT KNEW EVERY CELEBRITY WAS RELIGIOUS LIKE YOU (MOOSLIM)

PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM: YOU'RE INTO THAT GENRE BUT YOU ARE TOO DEEP THAT YOU ENTER RHODE ISLAND (MENTAL HELL) THAT YOU COULD NOT EVEN OPEN UP THAT EASILY WITHOUT YOU BELIEVING IN ALLAH THAT DEEPLY THAT ALL POINTS HAD A REASON TO BE IN YOUR LIFE FOR THAT REASON TO BE AN ACTOR (HELPING SOLVE REAL LIFE MYSTERIES ABOUT A THING THAT BOTHERED YOU TOO DEEPLY)

9 THEORY BIAS: DREAMCOMER

THIS IS NOT EVEN REMOTELY ACCURATE TO THE EVENTS LIKE I EXPLAIN ACTOR'S HELL TO PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM WITHOUT YOU EVEN UNDERSTANDING A STEP YOU MISSED AND A POINT WITHOUT YOU EVEN LIVING IT (CUZ YOU KNEW! : )

ACTORS HELL: BASIC REASON OF YOUR LIFE (YOUR NAME)

HARBINGER'S: YOUR FAVOURITE SONG ON REPEAT IS YOUR LIFE, YOUR WORLD AND REASON (IS YOU)

MAESTRO BECOME: YOU LIVED THAT SONG

DANTE'S PARADOX: I HATED THAT (AND THEY ALL UNDERSTOOD THE COMMON HATRED SUCCESSION PASSION OF A WHAT)

JUDGEMENT DAY: YOU WERE BRUTALISED BY THAT COMMON ENEMY OF THE STATE

GAIMAN'S HELL: YOUR RENEWAL ENERGY TOOK YOU QUITE SOME TIME THAT YOU HAVE HAD IN WITHIN YOU THAT MADE YOU BECOME SHAITAAN'S QUR'AN IN THE END WITHOUT THAT 'GOODBYE KISS MY ASS' ENERGY THAT LEFT YOU FOR DEAD ONCE (YOUR FAVOURITE EULOGY TO THAT DEAD SELF THEY FORNICATED YOU ALL OVER)

BABYLON UNBROKEN: YOUR LIFE IN THE NEW WORLD AFTER YOU GET MARRIED IS YOUR TRUTH

KINGDOM COME: YOU'RE FAMOUS FOREVER

PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM: YOUR ATLAS PARADOX IS HOW YOU BELIEVE IN A TV SHOW SYNDICATE (YOU WERE THE MISSING MEMBER OF THAT SPECIFIC HIDDEN PART OF YOU THAT WAS ACTUALLY YOU (YOUR JANNAT SQUAD FINALISED WITH YOU AT THE SAME TIME BEFORE YOU KNEW YOUR LIFE WAS OVER)

ANALOG: YOU RIGHT NOW HAVING A REASON TO HATE AND THAT IS NOW A PART OF YOUR FAMILY BIAS (YOUR REASON TO BE YOURSELF (OTHERS AMONG YOU LIKE YOU AS YOU SEE TRUE) IS YOU (YOUR LEGACY IS MADE THERE)

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY BUT ME RIGHT NOW TO MADONNA

ACTORS HELL: LINNA RIAZ

MEDIAN: CONSPIRACY THEORY HELL

HARBINGER'S: UNBROKEN - DEMI LOVATO

MEDIAN: I'M LINNA RIAZ (BOWIES WORLD)

MAESTRO BECOME: DEMI LOVATO

MEDIAN: DAY OF DEATH (BY PETTY LUCK)

DANTE'S PARADOX: WORST CASE SCENARIO

MEDIAN: BIRTHDAY KING

JUDGEMENT DAY: MADONNA'S LIFE

MEDIAN: DESI ARISTOCRAT HATE TRAIN ISLAND (RHODE ISLAND)

GAIMAN'S HELL: WORST VERSION OF 'HER'

MEDIAN: SELENA GOMEZ IN ACTUAL REALITY (ALEX RUSSO IS HER)

KINGDOM COME: I HATE YOU TO 'X'

MEDIAN: DISASTER BASTARD STORYLINE IN DOCTOR WHO FOREVER

PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM: FORGOTTEN LIFE

MEDIAN: LINNA RIAZ IS THE LAST QUEEN OF EARTH (OOO NATIVE THAN IO)

ANALOG: WORLD WIDE PREMIERE

SO YOUR LIFE HAS A RESOLUTION THEORY THAT MAKES YOU RELENTLESS IN KNOWLEDGE SO YOU'RE AT PEACE WITH WHERE YOU ARE BECAUSE YOU KNOW LOVE LIKE YOU WERE NEVER BROKEN

[imaginarianisms]

more asoiaf comparisons, parallels & antiparallels to the first dance of the dragons vs the second & final dance of the dragons (& possibly the sixth blackfyre rebellion): the blacks being daenerys i targaryen's supporters, the golds being aegon vi targaryen's supporters, tommen baratheon being a close equivalent to gaemon palehair & his mother essie & sylvenna sand which may be interpreted as a parallel with queen cersei lannister & taena merryweather of myr, trystane truefyre being a close equivalent to aegon/young griff & perkin being jon connington & the shepherd being the new high septon the high sparrow, dalton greyjoy being euron i greyjoy's ancestor & the latter surpassing him, alyn waters later alyn velaryon resembling aurane waters later aurane velaryon & finishing what their ancestors started. history repeats itself.

[noahtally-famous]

not me popping back on here with a post after months of semi-inactivity (uni is being a bitch) just to reiterate how much i love writing the pahkitew island cast.

aside from sammy and amy (obviously), literally everyone else can be shipped with one another and it'd make sense to some degree, like it takes skill to create a group of people so inherently shippable (platonically and/or romantically) and ofc the writers didn't know it they just shoved a bunch of random ppl together and dusted their hands off on it but fr tho 😭

(yeah im planning out my leonave 'stranger things inspired' au, and the gears are turning, and i forgot just how much i love writing for this dumbass group)

(i swear im working on the next chapter of a guide to surviving the apocalypse too)

[whumpshaped]

I was going to scream bc of holiday reasons but i have successfully avoided having to go to the Extended Family Christmas Lunch™ part 2 so i will take that pass and pocket it for future use

happy for u!!!

[luckythereviewer]

So, been thinking about the Rulers of the Moon AU, even have finally gotten to a point where I am starting to write the first chapter as I've figured out how I want to handle the first few weeks, and thinking about what to do after the Extella section of the story, had the idea of the gang (Hakuno, Rin, Rani, and Shirano aka the Hakuno from Earth) starting to recruit other masters from either potential masters coming to the Moon from Earth, as we're told at the end of Extella that humanity is starting to migrate to SE.RA.PH, or AI and NPCs that are starting to become human, as it's also been mentioned that if an NPC embraces their humanity and gathers enough resources can become AIs and both can become Masters of servants so long as they meet certain requirements, and one of the first people I thought of is EX!Shirou aka E!Rin's Uncle because of the shenanigans that would insue.

[bmpmp3]

the villainess flips the script is a really fun manhwa with gorgeous art and my wonderful son luca who is a little bitch who i love so much BUT i will say. the family tree situation as the story has gone on makes my head hurt

[stillthe1]

🧿

[felikatze]

tragic that the gba support system sucks dog ass because the raigh-hugh-niime support triangle is incredible

grandma demands book back from her trash anima mage grandson, except he lost the book because a 13 year old dark mage scammed him. said 13 year old mage is dearer to his grandmother than he is. shouldn't have studied anima, sucker.

[quodekash]

lemme just leave this here to extensively over-psychoanalyse kan’s character later... (and also probably akk while im at it)

[orcelito]

It's been a month and a half and I'm still not even over Cassy yet, idk how I'm supposed to live with my uncle being dead too

[babisawyer]

we found out my uncle was banned from tiktok this week because he was leaving comments on kamala's account that lead them to believe he was a security risk btw.

[zickmonkey]

Hey besties currently reading the Oath of Björn and I'd just like to come on here and say don't.

[euthymiya]

Sukuna who was never close to his twin brother and never cared about the pipsqueak runt of a kid who’s his nephew.

He doesn’t care and doesn’t want to be associated with that bullshit. His brother doesn’t take the hint ever and invites him to everything. “My sons’s birthday party” this and “my son’s kindergarten graduation” that. What sort of graduation is meant for a kindergartener anyway? That’s a load of nonsense. But Jin is as annoying as ever with insisting on keeping contact and trying to get Sukuna involved and he hates it until by some tragedy out of nowhere, his brother and sister and law are dead. Yuuji’s left an orphan and no one can care for that kid because there’s no one left.

No one except Sukuna.

They ask him, too. The social workers. They turn to him and say some pitiful script about being “the only family left to take custody of him.” He knows pretty well what’s going to happen to the pipsqueak if he doesn’t agree. The foster care system and the possible horrors such a bright (even if annoying) kid could face makes him question saying no for a second. He’s surprisingly conflicted.

And it’s out of sheer impulsiveness alone does he end up as a single, grumpy, begrudging uncle who’s got custody of a child he never really cared to know in the first place.

And then he meets you.

Sweet, bubbly, warm, and so weirdly happy. Dictionary definition of what an elementary school teacher should be. Yuuji’s absolute favorite person on the planet as he waves hello at you enthusiastically every time that Sukuna drops him off and goodbye every time that Sukuna picks him up.

“I heard his new guardian would be his uncle. It’s nice to meet you,” you murmur to him the first day he picks up Yuuji after school, a look of pure melancholy on your face as you stare at him with an unearthly amount of compassion and sympathy. “Yuuji’s parents were wonderful people. I’m really sorry for your loss.”

“Wasn’t that close with either of them,” he grunts out. You look over at where Yuuji’s gleefully playing on the slide of the playground. Too young and innocent to realize that’s been ripped away from him. Too naive to understand what it means to grieve. Too hopeful about the world around him to realize just how cruel it can really be.

“Oh,” you murmur, nodding slowly.

He thinks that your unnaturally kind demeanor will finally be broken for a split second of judgement. What sort of heartless bastard doesn’t feel an ounce of grief for his own brother’s death? Instead, however, you seem to look at him with some weird sense of wonder.

“You’re a good uncle for stepping up regardless,” you say softly, “it’s more than what most would do in your shoes.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he clicks his teeth, unbearably uncomfortable with how weirdly sentimental this all is. “He’s just a five year old. How much trouble could he be?”

You raise a brow in amusement, eyeing him like he’s got one hell of a surprise waiting for him. He doesn’t like the vague way you hum, “Yeah. How could such a little human cause trouble, right?”

“I’ve got it under control,” he grumbles, a little annoyed that you seem to think that out of all things, a simple child would be enough to cause Sukuna any issues.

“Let me know if you need anything,” you smile.

Yuuji calls to you from the distance, squealing look what I can do! before he does a rather clumsy spin. Sukuna raises an unimpressed brow. You clap and praise him with an exaggerated gasp of approval.

It’s oddly endearing, he thinks to himself—you, not the kid. The kid’s barely tolerable.

“C’mon, you brat,” Sukuna calls. And then he looks at you and gruffly adds, “And I don’t need help.”

“Okay,” you grin brightly. It almost feels like you’re saying that a little sarcastically. “I’m sure you’ve got this parent thing down.”

Before he can even correct you that he’s an uncle, not parent, Yuuji comes running over on clumsy, short little legs and grabs onto Sukuna’s hand.

“C’mon, Uncle ‘Kuna!”

Sukuna doesn’t miss the way your eyes soften. Weirdly enough, he feels this odd sort of squeeze in his chest that doesn’t make any sense. Maybe he’s just getting old—that has to be it.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Shitty little unrelated AU doodles <3

Rambles under cut!

MORE FIDDS LORE BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE THIS MAN.

He's known in town as "That Nice Old Man" that lives with his son in the cabin near the lake.

What a regular guy, that man. Yup. Old Man Mcgucket. Totally normal, regular old man, haha. Yeah. Him? A cult leader? Ridiculous!

In my perfect world where this AU is an actual fully animated show, the episode when the mystery twins first officially meet Fidds would be called "Out of Sight, Out of Mind" because fuck yeah baby. It sounds cool as FUCK.

When the twins meet Fidds, they somehow found someone with EVEN STRONGER cultist vibes than their grunkle.

"Come closer, kids! I don't bite."

"Tell me, children: How are you feeling? Anything... bad, happen lately? Anything you would like to forget? No? Well, don't hesitate to tell me if there's anything you would like out of your head, anything at all. I would hate for youngens like you to be forced to deal with such... unsavorable memories. Better to have them gone and out of your head. You know what they say: Out of sight, out of mind." *boop*

I'm making him a manipulative conniving little rat with good intentions but utterly ABYSMAL execution (babygirl, you can't just go around deleting people's memories)

Since Fidds is actually the leader of the Society of The Blind Eye, the cult is a lot more organized and covert, and actually do their job pretty well.

Tate knows. He knows his father is hiding something from him, something dangerous, but he can't remember what. He tries to get the twins to stay as far away from his father as possible because, while he's certain his father won't actually hurt them, there is no telling what the kids might be getting involved with.

During the cult fight "episode", Mcgucket would be chasing the kids, Ford, and Bill around, but mostly just for the latter two rather than the children. He would never actually hurt the twins.

"Please, I'm trying to help you, kids! Don't you understand? KNOWING is what cost me my eyes; KNOWING might be what costs you yours, or worse, your life! You can't remember any of this. And I cannot in good conscience let that- that demon stay inside your Great Uncle's head to rot him from inside out like- like some kind of PARASITE."

And then bada bing, baba boom, the twins defeat Fiddleford and his weird cult and they survive with their memory instact and their Grunkles not dead, yipeee!!

Fidds disbands the cult and chucks himself into jail willingly, and casually just becomes the boss of all the other inmates there with his natural old man charms. He gets the Gideon treatment for his ending <3

It's okay, tho because Mabel and the others visit him sometimes just to chat and keep him company.

[darby-rowe]

ᯓ today, I feel like pleasing you.

KINKTOBER 1ST. DAD'S BEST FRIEND!LOGAN HOWLETT X BUB!READER.

18+ | nsfw | mdni wc. 1.2k+ cw/tags. FAUXCEST, age gap (r is 21+), brief cunnilingus & blowjob, first time, p in v, usage of the phrase "little girl", unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread notes. happy kinktober 1st you freaks! here's the smutty installment in the dbf!logan x bub universe. sorry if you don't like it. title is taken from Today by Jefferson Airplane.

The first kiss was troublesome.

Locked away in the far corner of your queen-sized bed, his hands gently guiding itself up your leg, then it happened.

There was so much alcohol in his breath you swore you yourself must have gotten drunk off the way he breathed life into you. Yet the supposed life that found itself nesting in your lungs was something you’ve never felt before.

Taboo. Horribly, horribly wrong.

The kiss made your stomach feel queasy every time it entered your mind after the fact, however it made you feel like you were walking on air as well. Your dirty little secret, safely carried in the arms of you and Logan Howlett.

Your father would drop dead.

Things progressed after the kiss. He became more bold, touching you in more forbidden places that no man has ever touched before. It was all so new. Exciting. There was a rush that clouded your brain every time the older man gave you attention.

“Let your uncle take care of you,” he’d whisper to you.

Every single time.

Oh, it was dirty. So fucking dirty how the tone of his voice had you knowing he meant it. Your “uncle”. His “niece”. His pretty, young, smart, and bright niece who was so fucking ripe and ready to be eaten. The noises he made as his tongue swirled your already swollen clit, locking your fingers into his thick hair, wanting to grind against his hot tongue but ultimately being locked down by his strong arms.

Your hand slapped itself across your mouth each time you had to make a noise, desperately muffling the sounds of dirty dancing happening in your own bed. Your other hand kept jumping from fisting the sheets to fisting Logan’s hair to squeezing your own breast. In this state of being stimulated far beyond your own comprehension, you just didn’t know how to handle your body.

“Fuck,” you squeaked, feeling his nails unintentionally dig into your flesh, your thighs shaking as you grow closer and closer to making a mess of his beard.

It wasn’t planned, the sob that left your mouth when Logan pulled away just as you were about to see god.

“Why did you—”

“Legs up, bub,” Logan cut you off, making you gasp as he threw your legs back, completely spread open to him and any curious being who could walk in at any moment. You instinctually go to close your legs and cover your face, but he’s just so strong. So determined to watch as he takes you for the first time ever.

“Look at me, pretty girl,” he whispered, taking your hands off your face. You laid bare to him, like you had never laid bare to anyone before. Vulnerable and wet just for him.

The look on his face as he scanned you up and down in the position you were basically forced into will never leave your mind.

“Gonna make you feel good, ‘kay, bub?”

You just nodded, mind racing with how many possible roads this could go down. Everything felt like a blur as Logan unzipped his jeans, fishing out his rock-hard cock and began to stroke it in front of you. He was leaking at the tip, balls so full and swollen you could only imagine how long ago it was since he last jerked off.

He asked if you wanted a taste, and it took you a moment to consider. You’ve only ever fellated fake cocks in silicone form, and even so they were tiny in comparison to the monster hiding in Logan’s pants.

You nodded again, opening your mouth as he slipped in his cock inside past your lips. He fucking groaned upon first contact with your tongue, being careful to not shove his whole cock down your throat.

But you could tell that he really, really wanted to.

You felt your jaw begin to ache while keeping it open for his size. If you closed your eyes, you could concentrate on the subtle throb of his shaft, and the way your saliva accumulated around him. You were slicking him up just for you — to make the process easier.

He pulled out of your mouth right when you were beginning to memorize his taste, and it slightly disappointed you as you were enjoying your oral fixation being satiated. Your lips, parted slightly and drenched in your own spit, and Logan’s cock making its way to your swollen, soaked pussy.

He made sure to warn you just before sliding himself in. You couldn’t lie, it was a stretch, and it was an odd feeling to situate yourself in. You wanted to say that it hurt but that was untrue.

Just odd. Foreign. But not painful at all.

In fact, Logan was even surprised when you told him you were okay. Before you knew it, he was effortlessly sliding his dick in and out of you until it turned into him pounding into your pussy, arms wrapped around you as he held you close.

You had reason to believe this is when Logan fell apart.

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, keeping in all the lewd and pornographic noises that wanted to escape you, but some whimpers and small moans escaped.

“‘S good, bub?” Logan grunted in your ear, eliciting a shaky yes from you, digging your nails into his back and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your eyes screwed shut, concentrating on that familiar throb you felt in your mouth just moments ago.

If someone came up to you and asked you how it felt to get fucked like this, you wouldn’t know how to answer. It was just good. Fucking great, even. You wanted to sob, cry, wail out to Logan how good he was making you feel.

“Oh my little girl. My fucking little girl,”

He was like an animal in your ear: grunting and growling as he pounded you with little regard. He was getting louder, nastier. Treating you like a pocket pussy he had a forbidden affair with.

However, the way his arms locked around you as he buried his face in your neck made you feel a type of intimacy you had never felt before. Something so primal yet affectionate, making dirty noises in your ear as he fucked you. Taking your sweet virginity that he so desperately chased after for months.

“Tell me how good uncle Logan is fucking you,” he panted into your neck.

It was hard to form words. Your mouth opened and tiny choked sobs managed to crawl out of your throat, but no words.

“You gotta tell me, baby,” he panted again. But this time, there was a tinge of desperation edging his plea, like he could fucking tear up at any moment. Begging. “Tell me how good your uncle is fucking his little girl,”

Your virgin pussy throbbed, clenching around his cock.

“‘S good, uncle Logan. Fuck me. Fuck me, please…”

It took you by surprise how fast Logan emptied himself inside you, feeling his seed pump deep, knowing his balls were pulsating as they shot out cum. That knowledge was enough to make you cream around his dick, biting down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet.

The moments after were uncomfortably quiet, with him still holding you with his cock softening inside you.

Your breath steadies. Your mind clears. And your body cools.

Your dad would murder Logan if he found out about this.

[bluerosefox]

Of Tiny Tots, Mistaken Identities, and Reunions

Seventeen year old Damian Wayne is dragged to a business deal outside of Gotham (along with his father and Drake), mostly to keep up appearances that the family does work outside of Gotham, networking, and because Damian does need to learn the ropes of the company, he decides to head outside the meeting with the Manson family to get a breather (mainly cause the Manson's were annoying him fully, it was like they were trying to suck up towards Damian and trying to push their daughter on him but at the same time he caught them almost insulting and hostile towards him before they would stop and correct themselves) when out of the blue a three year old toddler with black hair comes running over with a cheerful "Daddy!" and latches onto his leg.

Damian is stunned in place but feels frozen when he hears a voice, older and almost identical to his own but he can detect a familiarity in it, a voice he only hears in his dreams nowadays say.

"Ellie, no! That's not me Starlight! I'm so sorry dude-"

When Damian turned his head towards the voice he's meet with an near identical face, granted there were some minor differences, but very, very familiar pair of striking blue eyes staring at him. Eyes that were somehow full of life, which shouldn't be possible because the last time he saw those eyes they had been dim and milked over years ago. The speaker had become startled at the his sudden turn and the words that he had been saying had quickly died out when he too took in Damian's features.

"D...Damian?..." the name came out so soft and small that Damian almost didn't hear it but he did.

And before Damian could stop himself, he spoke a name he hadn't dared utter in years.

"Danyal."

His twin looked like he had just seen a ghost, and Damian was sure he looked the same. And given the last time they had last saw each other it was no wonder they both looked like death warmed over them for a moment.

After all... Damian had failed to protect his brother, Danyal al Ghul all those years ago on a botched mission.

His bother who... wasn't dead.

His brother who was looking like he wanted to run but was keeping himself rooted in his spot.

His brother whose eyes were glancing downwards and seemed so nervous.

His brother who knew the little girl, Ellie, still hugging his legs.

His brother who had... responded and corrected her mix up when she had called Damian 'Daddy.'

And oh, she's looking up at him and making grabby hands wanting to be picked up and she has Danyal's eyes and his nose and-

Oh... Damian.... Damian's an uncle it seems.