#was having this discussion with sibling and we both immediately agreed that we can 'feel' it and now i gotta know if thats common or not

[mytragedyperson]

You know, I think i figured out why I like Deruth. So, I've never really seen Deruth spoken about but I've seen fanfic interpretations and it almost seems like the fandom itself doesn't quite know what to make of Deruth. Some people treat Deruth from the Birth of a Hero and Deruth from LCF/TCF as separate characters and other interpretations, the one I'm more in favour of is that both versions of Deruth cared about their son, they just didn't know how to show it or fix their relationship. Cale himself acknowledges that Deruth is awkward and doesn't quite know how to speak to Cale. I personally see Deuth as someone who made mistakes following the death of Cale's mother and wanted to fix it, but couldn't figure out how, so didn't do anything, which was a mistake in and of itself. Cale starts acting like trash and Deruth again doesn't know how to handle this or fix this, since he blames himself, so, again, he doesn't fix it. And the longer it goes without him doing something, the worse the strain on their relationship gets until it ends up how we see at the first breakfast, Deruth awkwardly trying to speak to his son but unable to, as he doesn't know what to say. So what changes? Cale. Kim Rok Soo becomes Cale, realises how awkward things are and takes the first step, as he compliments breakfast, something he doesn't think about and just does to stop things being awkward but it gives Deruth an opening. It's just a short conversation, but what a difference it makes to the probably usual silent and awkward breakfasts before where no one quite knew what to say or do with Cale, and Cale, if he shows up, either says nothing or speaks only to complain about the food and then leaves.

However, this actually isn't the main thing I wanted to note. So, I've discussed the previous, Deruth's point of view. And I'm not gonna sit here and say he was good father to the original Cale or was the father he needed. He's not winning father of the year awards for original Cale, I can agree with that. Are there worse fathers? Yes, Marquis Stan immediately comes to mind. But it would be hard to say Deruth was a good father to original Cale. Now let's consider the third element here, KRS!Cale Henituse, a man mentally older than his new body, a man who only had caring parents for a few years and it's uncear how much he remembers of them, a man who was abused and mistreated, pitied, a man who's can't care about people, because if he does, something bad will happen to him. I think, in a weird way, Deruth was almost the parent Kim Rok Soo needed at the time. Let me try to explain.

So, imagine for a second a world where the Henituse family dynamics are different, healthier, happier. Maybe Deruth and Cale fixed their relationship, maybe Cale is closer with his step family. They'd be caring, nice, what a family should be. Imagine Kim Rok Soo, an orphan who was abused and had hardened himself to not care about anyone, would this not be more odd to him? Going from keeping everyone at arms length and not letting anyone in to having to show his care for parents and step siblings, something he's never experienced before. I honestly think Kim Rok Soo would've liked this less because he wouldn't know what to do when shown obvious care by a family when he's never head that relationship before. I don't know, I feel like this is more Kim Rok Soo's speed, Clearly care but still allowing that independence and freedom. Care when he gets hurt but awkward and distant. Deruth is not the father Cale needs but in an odd way, he is the father Kim Rok Soo needs at this point. Does that mean you have to like him or see him as a good father? No, it's not up to the child to fix ther relationship with their parent. But it gives less whiplash for Kim Rok Soo than a close, physically affectionate family would. Or maybe I just like him, like that he does care even if he struggles, like that he's trying even if it doesn't always seem like that. again, you don't have to like him or think he's a good parent. This is just my opinion, my interpretation. I don't know man. I've been thinking about this story all day.

On that note, and I could be wrong as someone who is not aroace and has limited knowledge on aroace, but I feel like Cale is on the aroace spectrum. we're in his thoughts for two years and not once does he consider getting in a romantic relationship. In his dream life there's nothing to do with getting married or having kids. Does this necessarily make him asexual? No there are people of all sexualities who aren't bothered about marriage or kids, but they still tend to want some sort of romantic or sexual relationship and Kim Rok Soo/Cale Henituse seems to have zero interest in this. He has kids, he has family, he has friends. At no point does he express any kind of want for a romantic or sexual partner. Could this be because he has bigger problems? Yes. Could this be because of his past and the curse? Yes. Is he the only character this applies to? No, most of the characters show no interest in romance. Because ultimately this book is not about romance, not even slightly. It's found family, it's friendship, it's fantasy but there is no romance and, yet, for most of the characters I wouldn't rule out the possibility of them having some form of romantic or sexual character. Even with Cale I'm not saying he can/will never have those relationships. But even when he acknowledges someone as being attractive, it doesn't seem sexual or anything. He says it like it's a fact, then moves on. This isn't to say I disagree with shipping Cale. I myself don't mind a little Alcale or Choi Han/Cale. Do I personally think they are romantic or sexual? Not necessarily. You can interpret things that way, but i personally like things as they are, no romantic ships but really close friendships, to me platonic love and platonic relationships are just as, if not more, important than romantic love. And, tbf, even in content where there are romantic relationships, those romantic relationships are never the most interesting part. I don't really watch or read things, like non-fanfiction things, where romance is the main point or main storyline. I used to, but as I've gotten older (I say pretending to be wise old woman at the age of 21), I've come to appreciate friendships non-romantic relationships more and it's the main reason I enjoy shows, for relationship dynamics of all kinds.

I think that's why I'm so, like, chill with shipping and fanfiction with like proships. Now, i don't personally read things like incest or age gap fanfiction. It's not for me, no thanks. But i do tend to ship different things for different reasons. So, if I say I ship something, it's not necessarily because I think they'd have a cute, happy, healthy, loving relationship. Sometimes it's quite the opposite. Sometimes it's because i know it would be toxic and unhealthy and dark and it may even be one-sided, but my god, is it interesting. Some ships i ship purely for the angst, for the way they destroy and ruin each other. Other times I go for fluffier, happier ships. I generally think, as long as you know wrong from right in real life, ship what you want, write and read the fanfiction you want to read, and avoid the fics and ships you don't want. Don't like, don't read does apply. Commenting and interacting just gives it more attention. We all know what we like and don't like. At the end of the day you can't tell someone's morals from the fictional media they interact with. Sometimes you don't want something happy and fluffy and safe. You want something angsty and dark and hard to read. That doesn't make anyone a bad person. Sorry, this has little to do with this post. I'm just tired of people saying "if you like reading about X, you're a bad person" and putting labels on people for reading and writing fictional content that doesn't hurt any real, living person

[silverynight]

Malewife

Tanjirou finds himself in the swordsmith village with Kanroji at his side again; they're having dinner and the love hashira hasn't stopped staring at him for a while. Her scent is very sweet so Tanjirou knows she's happy, but he's not sure why she keeps looking at him. Then he wonders if it's because Tanjirou is eating; maybe she's still hungry.

He's about to offer some of his food when she sighs dreamily and her smile becomes even wider when she notices Nezuko asleep over Tanjirou's lap.

"You're very good with kids."

"Well, I had a lot of siblings and I used to take care of them," he mumbles, trying not to think about it too much otherwise he knows he'll start missing them again.

Kanroji gets closer to him and, being careful not to wake Nezuko up, she puts her arms around Tanjirou's waist, surprising him for a moment. Then she starts speaking again with her head over Tanjirou's shoulder.

"You know what?" She whispers with a very pleased smile on her face; she has a slight blush on her cheeks. "I've changed my mind."

"About what?" Tanjirou asks, feeling himself blush as Kanroji nuzzles against his cheek.

"It doesn't matter if my husband is not stronger than me," she begins, giggling shyly. "I can be strong for the both of us!"

"What matters is that you love each other," Tanjirou agrees, thinking about his own parents and how happy they were together.

"Exactly!" She says, looking very pleased with his response, nuzzling against him again.

She sure is a very affectionate person.

"And listen... Let's say he's a slayer, but he's not a hashira. If he wanted, he could stay at home taking care of his lovely little sister and I'd keep fighting demons for the both of us. But only if he wants to; we can also go on missions together."

That's very specific... But Tanjirou is just happy for her, she looks very excited about it, even though she's just imagining the whole thing. He really hopes she finds someone like that soon.

"You should discuss it together in order to do whatever makes you two the happiest," Tanjirou adds, making her squeal in delight.

"Yes! Maybe he can make dinner for me..." The love hashira grins, pressing a shy kiss against Tanjirou's cheek, prompting him to turn red in seconds. "Do you know how to cook, Tanjirou?"

He's honestly getting confused about where the conversation is heading.

"Yes, I used to help my mom. She had a lot of things to do in the house so I volunteered to make dinner and breakfast quite often because we were a lot of kids," Tanjirou smiles fondly at all the memories that suddenly fill his head.

"Would you like to have kids?"

"Yes," Tanjirou says immediately. "But only if my partner also wants to. What about you, Kanroji-san?"

"Absolutely," she giggles, giving him another kiss on the cheek. "Would you like to get married?"

"Of course... Eventually, I mean."

Kanroji pouts for a moment before she shakes her head and smiles again.

"Well, I suppose you're right. Having a couple of dates before choosing a perfect day for the wedding is important... Although given our job sometimes we need to rush certain things."

Tanjirou is confused again, but at least he understands the need to enjoy life because they don't know if their next mission is going to be their last.

"Listen, once you're done here," she says, turning completely red but looking very excited. "Why don't you come to my estate? I'll send you my crow to guide you."

"Sure!" Tanjirou nods immediately, earning another kiss on the cheek.

"Great! And we can have dinner!" She says, finally getting up. "You'll love it, I promise!"

"I'm sure I will." He smiles back, wondering if she's planning to help him train.

Although he suddenly has the feeling that there's something he's missing.

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[caelum-wittebane]

My OC, Caelum and Preacher Belos from an rp with my Preacher Belos AI. It was initially a very self-indulgent art because I just started taking antidepressants and I’m kinda scared, but tbf, Caelum needs medication even more than me :)

Here’s some lore for those who are interested. (Also, I reused the idea of Flapjack’s death mostly because Caelum from our system wanted to bully our Hunter a bit lol.)

In the beginning, Caelum is trapped in the demon realm and meets Preacher Belos, asking him if he knows how they can return to the human realm. He empathises with them and tells them that he’s a human too, and he can help them return home, but only if they help him destroy the wild magic. They agree because they hate it as much as he does.

Caelum becomes Belos’ disciple and they work on their mission together for quite a while. In the process, they both develop feelings, but they’re quite different. Caelum experiences romantic attraction and begins to see God in Belos, while the latter sees them as a younger sibling and a very devoted follower. One day, Caelum confesses their feelings and is met with rejection, which absolutely breaks them. That’s where the fun begins :)

Because Caelum is very mentally stable /s, they have a literal meltdown, and at first, they selfharm (hit themself on the nose, drawing blood, and hit themself on the arms). Belos stops them and absolutely freaks out because he still cares about them deeply, even if not romantically,,, Then, they ask Belos if he has a sacrificial knife because they’d like to make a sacrifice, and obviously, he refuses to give it to them. They discuss this whole thing more and Caelum selfharms again (they find a knife and cut their arm, then Belos takes the knife away and freaks out more, but when Caelum asks him really nicely, they get it back and selfharm again.) After that, Caelum slits their throat and stabs themself in the stomach a few times, before saying “I love you…” and dying in Belos’ arms. But the story doesn’t end here :)

Belos hugs Caelum tightly, muttering things like “No, my child… Please don’t leave me…” “I could have loved you… We could have been together…” (except he means it in a platonic way). This attracts Echo, Caelum’s canary palisman, and they rush to their owner in distress. Then, they give all of their life energy to Caelum (which also transfers the last things that they saw and heard), and soon, Caelum’s hands slightly twitch. Belos senses it immediately and it gives him a lot of hope. In a few moments, Caelum opens their eyes and they’re reunited once again,,,

Caelum feels really bad about leaving Belos alone and apologises, to which he reacts with understanding. Then, they bring up the things that he said while they were dead, but they find out that he only meant it platonically, so they feel disappointed and suicidal again. They feel guilty about it because they genuinely cared about Echo, but also, they realise that they’re nothing without Belos. Nothing else matters… He keeps reassuring them and convincing them that they’ll find their happiness without him and that there’s more to life than following his orders, but they can’t bring themself to listen.

Then, Caelum selfharms again (they hit themself on the head really hard, and after a few moments, on the knee). They have another discussion and they find out that Belos sees a sibling figure in them, but still cares deeply. They don’t believe that he cares and decide that the reason he doesn’t reciprocate their feelings is because he thinks that they’re too childish. They walk away and return in a day, all bruised up but with some Titan’s Blood. Obviously, Belos is very concerned about them and asks them if they’re okay, but Caelum brushes it off and focuses on their accomplishment rather than their physical state. When Belos asks what happened, they explain that they were attacked by a couple of witches who were looking for the Titan’s Blood too. Belos reassures them and tells them that he’ll ensure that they get what they deserve. Then, Caelum asks if he thinks that it was mature of them. He agrees that it was brave, but the fact that they were trying to please him so hard means that they still have some lessons to learn. Realising that there’s nothing they can do to make Belos love them, Caelum brings up the fact that they used to love each other in every past life. They tell him about some memories and he believes them despite being shocked. However, it doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t feel the same way, so Caelum does what any reasonable adult would do /s: cut the skin on their chest, willing to rip the heart out of their chest and offer it to Belos before they die. After all, if he won’t accept their heart metaphorically, he could at least have it physically.

Belos sees what they’re about to do and freaks out even more than before. He grabs their hands to prevent them from hurting themself and tries to reason with them. They try to free themself but it doesn’t work. They explain that if they die, they’ll end up in another universe where he loves them again, and it’ll be okay. But Belos isn’t willing to let them die because he cares about them and it means that he won’t see them in this universe anymore, plus he’s afraid that they’ll be dead forever. When he sees that his words aren’t working, he remembers that there’s a spell that allows you to see repressed memories. After they do it, he sees their past memories and realises that Caelum was right. Yet, he still can’t change his feelings and it pains him. When he sees Caelum retrieve the knife and cut their chest again, he stops them by telling them that there’s a potion that allows you to unlock repressed emotions and feel them again. What’s important to remember is that those emotions aren’t forced, unlike when you use a love potion. It stops Caelum, and they feel a little hopeful.

After they prepare the potion and drink it together, Belos realises that he does truly love Caelum, and Caelum falls in love with him even more. They finally confess their feelings and have a very emotional moment,,, Later on, they realise that perhaps, the reason Belos was unable to fall in love with Caelum at first, was because the Lord punished them, as they turned to sin after meeting in every single universe. This makes the ending even more special; they weren’t meant to fall in love in this broken universe, yet they still did. If it doesn’t make them soulmates, then what does?

Also, an important detail: in the process, Caelum gouges out their eye and later on, Belos makes them an eyepatch with the sigil of the Emperor’s Coven. Although it’s not a thing just yet, Belos remembers the symbol from the memories. And when he becomes the Emperor, the eyepatch would be a symbol of his ownership over Caelum. But the best part is that these freaks are mutually obsessive. Since Caelum is Belos’ only worshipper, it’s incredibly satisfying to them because it means that their God and partner is theirs, and theirs alone, forever.

[undertheorangetree]

Well I have spare tlotd hcs for the class:

After they have a kid they both exhibit some fancy war PTSD re: all the nephews/nieces/siblings they lost and both panic about the baby Not Being SafeTM, especially Aemond since he was sort of around for b&c/it happened because of him, and to counter that they don’t really trust nurses/anyone to watch the child out of their sight so they hold it in council meetings and stuff even though the council keeps heavily “hinting” that it’s unorthodox and unprofessional and we end up with Aemond holding their kid on his lap when he’s on the iron throne or shushing it while pointing to a map of the riverlands and explaining his plans. He’s a baby bjorn father through and through

Also I could see them moving in to the same chambers after they find out she’s pregnant but it’s not a decision they really discuss. Aemond’s just already in the room or he sneaks in when she’s bathing or whatever and if anyone ever brings it up he’s like she’s with child????? The guards aren’t protective enough???? He still does not use her actual door for a minimum of six months so the servants have to guess if he’s lurking in her room. Nobody is brave enough to suggest it to him.

They spend weeks agonizing over if they’re going to give baby a cradle egg (because neither of them hatched one) and, furthermore, which one they want to choose. After multiple attempts where they put each egg in the cradle to try and see which one “feels right” they give up and decide to wait until the baby can crawl and choose its own. All the eggs are kept in their shared chambers for protection until then.

Toddler’s First Valyrian Sword. Aemond wants Visenya 2.0 (3.0???? Vhagar has thoughts) and spends no small amount of time analyzing when it would be best to get them to the training yard. She has to keep reminding them that the baby still needs its grapes cut in half, maybe wooden weapons are best

Boy or girl, Baby grows into Child that really likes their father’s hair and insists on having the exact same look. Forces him to help them straighten it after baths

Baby cries when Aemond wears the eyepatch because it’s scary but not when he has his sapphire eye out so he has to stop wearing it in private and occasionally in meetings when Baby gets fussy. The first time they’re holding court and Baby throws a fit because Kepa Doesn’t Look RightTM he sighs and whips off the eyepatch everyone freezes because he so famously Does Not Do That Around Ladies and so his wife hands Aemond Baby to distract him and Baby takes the patch and it immediately puts it in its mouth. The leather dye def messes up Baby’s chin and it takes a royal decree and three baths to fix.

For all those hungry for TLotD. I absolutely agree with the no cradle egg and Aemond just kind of moving into her room with no warning

[monkeymindscream]

I feel like hopefully stirring up a discussion/inspiring people to share their own thoughts, so have some headcanons I have regarding the Krangs' fucked-up society/biology/etc:

—The Krang as we see them are basically a space-parasite that glommed onto the utrom species. The utrom scientists of yore poked Dimension X too hard (the dimension just past the prison dimension and right before the nothingness that sits at the center of all realities), and accidentally unleashed the eldritch horrors that existed within. i.e. The aforementioned parasites. The utrom ended up being completely overtaken, cordyceps-and-ants style, and countless lives across the galaxy were destroyed as a result of them not leaving well enough alone. Nice work, ya chucklefucks.

—Krang morality is… weird. They do understand there’s a separation between right and wrong, and as a group they tend to try to stick to the “right” side of the equation. And despite being just a shade away from being a hivemind, they can even have individual moral codes about what they personally view as acceptable and reprehensible.

It’s just that unfortunately, their definition of “right vs. wrong” is very different from the rest of the universe. That whole “we’re stronger which means we know better than everyone else” mentality.

—They genuinely think they’re helping when they assimilate planets. Uno wasn’t spouting bullshit when he declared “I am saving this WEAK planet!” Because, really, why would he bother to bullshit at that point? He’d thought his victory was assured, and that Leo would either die at Raph’s hand or be beaten down enough to get krangified himself. Why bother making that statement if he didn’t 100% believe it?

As far as the Krang see it, they are the strongest beings in existence. Only the strong deserve to live. By assimilating other lifeforms, they’re gifting them the strength of the Krang, essentially granting them the right to life. There’s a reason Uno described their goals as a “crusade.” If any other Krang had been around to hear him say he was “saving” earth, they’d have agreed wholeheartedly.

(The “I am a gift!” –line would’ve elicited some eyerolls, though. Not that he’d have cared – as far as he’s concerned he’s just stating the facts, but anyway.)

—What we saw of Earth’s invasion – both in the snippet of the future and present-day events – was far, far more violent and cruel than how Krang invasions typically go. (Example: At one point Casey mentions a “Krang labor camp.” Which, considering they have the ability to krangify whoever/WHATever they want, the Krang shouldn’t logically have a need for a labor camp. They made one anyway.) This is for two reasons:

First, there were only three true Krang doing the invading. We see mechsuits marching around in the future, sure, but we don’t actually see any Krang inside them. This is because it’s just empty tech the sibs built to enforce their will/probably just to deal with the tech Donnie built to combat them. Since the sibs couldn’t rely on numbers to take out their enemies cleanly, they had to utilize brute-force and make things messy.

Second, Uno says, and I quote: “The people of this planet will pay for what they’ve done to me.” The assimilation of earth was personal. He (+his siblings, I can only imagine) were fucking pissed, and putting the hurt on the creatures who took down his entire species was just as much the goal as conquering them was.

—Absolutely none of the chemicals that help determine humans’ emotions can be found in any of the Krang. As such, certain earthling emotional responses are literally beyond their comprehension when they’re functioning how they’re supposed to. They don’t feel anxiety, for example. They can feel fear, but there needs to be immediate danger present for them to get to that point. Which, considering their whole “strength is the end-all-be-all; the weak can get fucked” mentality, isn’t exactly something they would openly indulge in anyway, but you get it. In fact, most emotional responses besides all-out rage are considered the Krang equivalent of going clinically insane in their society. 

(Like with humans who’ve been driven insane, these responses are usually brought on by trauma.)

—Bouncing off of this, they’re mostly incapable of feeling empathy or compassion. Not entirely, granted, but it’s essentially only towards members of the little packs they’ll form amongst themselves, and even then there’s limits. Frankly, if they start to exhibit too much of either, they’d be placed into the same “insane” classification above. Too much empathy/compassion will inevitably endanger the Krangs’ collective mission, so more often than not offenders are put down rather quickly.

Note: I really need to emphasize that instances of the above (Krang feeling empathy or compassion/displaying extreme emotional responses that aren’t rage) are not ever a “ooh this individual from an Always Evil species saw the light and now they’re a good guy!” –situation. Krang who end up like this tend to be extremely erratic, and not particularly lucid. Their brains are not functioning the way they’re supposed to if they gain access to this spectrum of emotions, and it’s abundantly obvious. When I say these things qualify them as being insane, I mean it. 

—Krang do actually place importance on familial bonds, it’s just that said bonds aren’t usually based on any kind of genetic connection. Krang “siblings,” for example, are overwhelmingly not related in the slightest, and are completely family of choice. The deciding factors between becoming siblings versus just being comrades is that in addition to just being a pragmatic alliance, they actually like each other.

—It’s genetically impossible for Krangs to become inbred or suffer any kind of defects based on the relations of their parents, which plays a part in them not really needing to keep track of who they share genetic material with. (Krang tend to scatter and not really interact with any of their wombmates after being born - think fish or bugs.) Hilariously, though, mating with their chosen siblings is just as much of a taboo for them as sleeping with genetic siblings is for humans. Most would be utterly disgusted at the very suggestion. There is very little in common between human and Krang morality, but that’s one of the few places they overlap.

—Romantic connections are much rarer than the sibling packs they form, but not unheard of. Generally speaking, Krang usually just pair off with the most pragmatic match available during their mating period, and then don’t care if they never see each other again. But it’s perfectly possible for them to form a bond with one partner in particular, integrate them into whatever group they may currently be a part of, and then default to them during the mating period.

(The Krang: The only species where “You’re my default” is actually an incredibly romantic thing to say to your partner.)

—The Krang are hermaphrodites, capable of either inseminating or becoming pregnant depending on the situation. There are differences between males and females, just none involving reproductive organs: Females have heightened reflexes, males have a thicker hide (females have eight layers of skin, males have twelve). Baby Krang, being born fully cognizant (if much smaller and maybe a bit more naive than the adults), need to decide what their sex is the second they pop out, and are then responsible for producing the proper chemicals until they hit puberty to ensure their chosen sex. 

(Note: Attempting to produce all the chemicals to try to get the benefits of both sexes will result in the Krang-equivalent of an autoimmune disease. This is highly unrecommended for this reason.)

—Tying in with the above, Krangs’ collective idea of “gender” boils down to like. Stats basically. Did you opt for speed or durability? Masculinity and femininity are completely foreign (and useless) concepts to them.

—The Krang mating process is a combination of several animals I’ve read about. They all have a hectocotylus tentacle (the middle one on their right sides, if you’re wondering), which one partner will remove and present to the mate they’ve decided will carry the new Krang. The babies gestate (Krang will carry between about 50-70 palm-sized spawn at a time), and then when the time is right the kids will eat their way out of their parent. Krang are a lot spongier than most species, so unless things go horribly wrong they’ll survive giving birth, but it’s every bit as agonizing as you’d expect it to be.

—When mating, it's the Krang who’s deemed the stronger of the pair who gets the privilege of carrying the children, considering how violent the birthing process is. Which like, that’s rough buddy, but eh I mean tradeoff they’re also the only ones who actually get any kind of pleasure from the process? Krangs’ hectocotylus tentacles are numb (and y’know. Not attached to the owners body by that point in the event) so it’s not like the ones donating are having any fun...

—There’s four different kinds of Krang within the species: Makers, Interrogators, Assimilators, and Footsoldiers, all categorized by the unique abilities they do or don’t have. 

Makers are known for their ability to infuse the essence/power of the Krang into things. Think the flawless synchronization the three Krang we see have with their mechsuits, or hell – the Dark Armor. All made by maker-Krang.

Interrogators are characterized by their ability to literally burrow into people’s minds to collect information. We all saw how that worked. 

Assimilators are the ones capturing things in meat vines and turning them into mindless zombies for the Krang cause. They differ from Makers in that, while their control is fairly superficial, all things considered, they can take control of near anything. It’s ultimately irrelevant whether they're controlling a living person or an inanimate object (like a friggin train, as we saw in the movie), but their powers are noticeably more effective on living organisms. Makers, though their connection/control of what they infuse Krang energy to is close to absolute, can only do this with nonliving items. Which then drain the lifeforce/essence/souls of any non-Krang lifeforms who were unfortunate/stupid enough to try to control them.

Footsoldiers are defined by the fact that they don’t have any special abilities. Two’s a Footsoldier, and this is actually why she’s so fuckin feral with “no character development.” It was either prove she was strong by constantly being the craziest motherfucker in the room, or slip down to the bottom of the barrel.

—Despite what you might think based on the clear lines being drawn amongst “types,” there’s no caste system in place. They value strength above all else, which could come from any type. (It’s just that unfortunately for Two, it’s a lot harder for Footsoldiers to prove their strength than the other three.)

—It’s not uncommon for Krang to keep “pets” of some of the species they assimilate. They can grow just as attached to their pets as they would towards any of their siblings/defaults, it’s just that unfortunately everything said pet used to be before getting Krangified tends to get wiped clean. If Leo hadn’t shown up to rescue him, Raph had been on his way to becoming Uno’s new pet.

—Two words: Environmental mimicry.

Prior to being infected by the Krang parasite, utrom were an aquatic species (amphibious technically, but semantics). They had a number of things in common with a variety of earthen cephalopods, octopi in particular. Octopi are really, really good at blending in with their environments, and can do everything from changing color to changing their texture. Utrom had a similar ability. Not so much to blend in with their physical environments, granted (though they could do that too), but blending in with other species. In short, they can shapeshift without a cloaking brooch. 

This is very much a forgotten skill amongst the Krang, or at the very least no living Krang knows of it. Which, yeah, sample size of three, but the point stands. Krang are infinitely more aggressive than utrom were, and as such tend to (literally) tackle problems/adversaries head-on. They’ve had no need to disguise themselves for millennia, so over the years they collectively forgot they even could. Still, it remains something within the scope of their abilities, even if they never make use of it.

—Krang secrete mucus when stressed. Leo refers to the Krang as “slimeballs” in the movie, they're not actually all that slimy. Because looking at it from a biological standpoint, the reason why creatures are “slimy” (think amphibians and worms), is because their skin needs to be wet for them to absorb oxygen. The Krang, being aliens, might not even need oxygen, or if they do I question whether they’d process it the same as earth creatures. So there wouldn’t really be a need for them to be slimy 24/7. Instead, it's reserved for situations where they're in some form of distress. It makes them more difficult to grab in a potentially deadly situation, see, since Krang are most likely to feel stressed when faced with someone stronger who has murder on their mind.

[imagineamagicworld]

Slept on my Thoughts and Big Feelings™ about yesterday's patch, here we go (in true stereotypical fashion, this got a bit longer than I initially thought)

Spoilers for the 7.3 story moments (impside)

So obviously this was a very character-centric patch and its highlights really were the cutscenes. Like many people, I expected slightly more out of the gameplay part of the patch, especially after 7.2 and everything we got on Ruhnuk...

But the team really, really pulled through on what we got out of the cutscenes.

Rivix seems like a slimy bastard and I alternated between cheering him on for decking that other random Sithy guy and praying for his downfall at Tau's hand (you'll get him next time baby girl <3)

pleasantly surprised to see him immediately contact the Commander, and YET, I am and will remain suspicious of his every move and will anticipate the inevitable backstabbing

"what about your fascinating Hutt scientist?", mum come pick me up, i'm scared

Sa'har's interactions with Ri'kan make me want to bawl my eyes out, why can't Bioware ever let siblings be happy, she's so gentle but so blind and he's drowning in resentment and rage and they are so doomed

"I had little choice. Some earn what they have. Some are given everything", "and some lost it all", "you dare speak to me of suffering" I am going Insane™

Heta is so delulu it would be funny if it didn't make the situation go from worse to worser so fast, "it's never safe to change a galaxy, never easy to fight corruption and hypocrisy" be for fucking real

Sa'har, just say the word and we WILL come and pick you up (i have all the adoption papers ready whenever)

"I would be more than happy to go over the details", "... But not right now" PLEASE the Commander is SO TIRED lmaoo

not Oggurobb admiring Darth Nul's work, can you please focus

more on The Discrovery™ later in this post

Mind you, I played this whole patch on my main (Elias my love <3), who is a Saboteur ex-Imperial Agent, but...

my god, the Torian alert talk hit Different™

whoever decided this should be a cutscene and not just a letter... you are everything. It felt raw, it felt reflective, it felt absolutely necessary and i'm really liking the depth it is bringing with it

"I agree with Heta about the banner being used as a symbol of shame and betrayal. And yet... how dare she burn it"

"How you feel about your past is for you to decide"

"I spent so much time trying to be better than my history, I didn't stop to think about where I came from", "Good and bad, this box contains my past. Who my father was. My family. My sense of right and wrong. I can open it and remember when I need to, or I can leave it shut. The choice is mine."

It's the intergenerational trauma, fighting against yet embracing your history to shape your future and find your own purpose in life, I-

This Barbie is an ex-war criminal haunted by the Past!! And so am I!!

The whole Malgus cutscene was incredible and I probably spent at least half an hour (if not more) just going over all the different options.

flirting with Theron at work!! In front of our bestie Lana who is So Done™!! "May I remind you both we still have more to discuss", it never gets old <3

was actually shocked by how involved Theron was in the cutscene? actually had a lot of lines and he felt materially present in a way that i hadn't seen in a loong time (I will never ever kill Theron off [I have morals and I love him, your Honour] but I do wonder how the cutscene looks when you don't have him around?)

Theron calling the Imperial characters the fuck out is a kink I didn't know I had, but I do, so thank you for that

"Some higher-up is all sweaty about my past contracts with Malgus", "One of those contracts was destroying the defense grid on Coruscant during an Imperial invasion", get her ass my love!!

the tensions with Shae are back and, listen, I love our problematic girlie as much as the next person (too much), but I am thriving

"Don't you get it? With the holocron, Heta is part of that plan, willing or not", "You weren't interested in the holocron when you shot a teenager out of nowhere we ran into Sa'har", the girls are FIGHTING

I just can't get over how similar yet different they both are. Probably won't resonate with all Outlanders, but as a former Imperial agent, Elias NEVER thought he would become a Leader of any sort. He was always content to stick to the shadows, do what he does best with few restrictions and little scrutiny. It's so so so interesting to see Shae feeling like she owes so much to her people and yet struggling so much with being Mandalore

"Make him think you understand" and isn't the interesting part that some Outlanders really might understand, at least in part? Unique perspectives indeed.

"You and I are very much alike. I couldn't stand it when my mind was at the mercy of another... I don't fault you for wanting to break free" (patch 7.1)

"... few minds can comprehend my vision", "none who have stood by my side have understood this. The only one who could have... is my enemy" (patch 7.3)

Mirrors and narrative foils and the weight of our choices and I'm going Insane™ once again

we didn't learn much from the interrogation that we didn't really already know or couldn't suspect, it was very much about the Themes™

I know it's controversial, but I actually like the Nul and Mandalorian plots intermingling

"The Mandalorians are fractured... a broken people. They struggle to decide who they are", something that is so so important in basically all of the Mando characters we have here. Torian, Akaavi, even the Ordo brothers, Heta herself of course and the Varad, the Dar'manda and the Ash'ad, SHAE SHAE SHAE

I am going to ignore how this would inevitably resonate in many Outlanders too, the longing for home versus the morality of doing what's right for the galaxy and fighting your home and saving your independance but never knowing if it's going to be enough-

it was a bit weird that there was no way to prevent Shae from listening in on Malgus' interrogation, but then again, the whole scene where he bypasses us to speak to her directly is so powerful that I can't really mind too much

the them of HISTORY strikes again!!

"Can you not see it? The past looms over us all... a shadow of unchanging history. There are fools who believe they can outrun the shadow. Without a flame to chase it away, it will consume them - they are doomed to repeat the same failures"

the SILENCE once you get back from the interrogation is so LOUD and I felt a true sense of heaviness from it

Unfortunately, I feel like the Voss part of the patch was the weakest in many ways. I haven't played Shrine of Silence yet (the Flashpoint), but it is (as was announced) not required for the main story content.

The highlights truly were, again, the characters.

Arcann is back!! and we get to have a very nice talk with him about redemption, acceptance and forgiveness. all things that felt very important for Arcann's journey (and for my MC as well, actually)

"I saw centuries worth of horrors committed by my father. I felt the rage and the cruelty born of my desperation to please him", "I was afraid I saw those ruins because I was doomed to follow in his [my father's] footsteps", navigating intergenerational trauma and trying to trace the lines between what you suffered and what you are responsible of, painfully delicious

"I will never expect forgiveness - or even acceptance - from anyone I have hurt. But I will cherish any that is offered", what, me, crying? no, it's just raining, i would never cry (i am bawling like a little baby and will never stop)

can't say I was that surprised to learn that Darth Nul had been a Jedi before being corrupted over to the dark side, but I'm glad that finally puts to rest the "Lana is Darth Nul" theories

I am very intrigued by that Force power of hers , however : "she could mentally bond with anyone who could feel the Force. In those who did not recognize their own abilities, she awakened that realisation", okay, but what does it mean exactly?

the Voss stuff was otherwise a little bit on the forgettable side, I must admit (but I'm always happy to come back to Voss, so it's okay)

"[the Three] would never share them with an outsider, even one of your status", hmmm, excuse you, Sana-Rae, but I was once married to a Voss lady, doesn't that count for something

And just like that we were back to doing little chores-like quests and rocking it KOTOR-dialogue style. Which was okay, but not groundbreaking by any means.

of course it was Czerka, of course it was

out of all the side quests, I really liked the cantina one, it was so silly

the talk with Sana-Rae before going to see the Three was really touching <3 It really is all about personal choices and finding one's purpose even if it clashes with what you were taught growing up

the... prophecy itself is very vague and doesn't give us much more than what we've learned so far

"Life will be reshaped... scales unbalanced... A wave of change rises and falls... beyond the reach of Darth Malgus... and as he dreams, he awakens a great power... one that will tear the galaxy apart"

"Should Darth Malgus perish, this catastrophe will transpire more quickly"

I can't for the life of me begin to guess at what the devs have in store for us, but you can colour me intrigued for sure (and a bit wary)

the sheer unavoidability of "what is to come" is ???

and yet, somehow, "whatever is to come from this, it is you... who will choose the fate of us all"

"I'm tired of being responsible for the consequences of every decision"

"You can fight against destiny, but it is inescapable"

When I tell you boyo is TIRED

Overall, very strong themes for this patch. The way both the past and the future are inescapable, unavoidable, dooms that we cannot run away from.

The way we have to embrace them, embrace who we are, who we were and who we can become.

The way there is always a choice, there always has to be a choice.

[petalpierrot]

Chronicling my CoS Adventures as always

So after we got The Tome of Strahd, Eidys got invested in reading that hot garbage. She reads it a little bit at every rest stop before her trance.

We are returning to the Wizard of Wines. (My Ranger stayed there one night because a raven told him it was a safe place) he feels really awkward coming back, even though the Martikovs think of him as a friend. He feels like he is overstaying his welcome (please give this sad elf man some anxiety medication)

Ireena is being cute and cooing at some ravens. She can do no wrong. She is so cute

Once they arrive on location they discuss how to approach this whole situation. They are aware that an item of power is located there, but the Ranger tells the party that the reading he got was more like riddles. So he is unsure what to look for, though he also says to start by asking if the family experienced some trouble/conflict. The party seems to agree that's a good way to go about things.

Eidys decides to take the lead and let the more intimidating elven men stay hidden for now ( 6'0 drow (Ranger) and 6'1 Shadar-kai (cleric)). She goes to speak to the young boys gathering grapes outside and takes Ireena and the party druid with her. She manages to convince the older boy to get his parents. The older boy stays speaking to the women but tells his younger siblings to get their parents.

The younger boys get their mother and Eidys calls over her male party members, telling the teenager that "the boys are a bit shy" and that they are actually very sweet, but they both know how intimidating they can come off to others.

The boy's mother recognizes the ranger and treats him warmly. When he asks her if there has been trouble around, she tells her children to go inside and confides in him that she's seen some Scarecrows and Druids lurking about and would like the party to investigate the area. She is worried that they are looking for something.

The ranger feels *responsible* so he immediately begins to look for anything (with detect magic). He manages to find the two Emeralds and tells the Martikovs to hide them for the time being. They all figure out that if the party can use certain magic to find their livelihood, so can said druids.

with detect magic he also manages to find The Holy Symbol of Ravenkind. He asks if it is also an item that needs to be hidden, and also makes sure to tell the Martikovs that he is not here to rob anyone of their protection. The Martikovs let him know that they were hiding this particular item from the agents of Strahd and that the party is free to take it as they are working against the vampire.

ranger takes the item outside, where Eidys casts identity on it, and they find out its properties.

Cleric gets a vision from The Raven Queen. She shows him the previous owner of this amulet (Lugdana the paladin) and wants him to wield the item in her name to defeat Strahd. She also tells him that she is always with him, even if Strahd tries to keep her away from him (I cried)

The next session is probably going to involve fighting druids/twig blights

AFTER THAT HOWEVER! Eidys could possibly have a date with her not-husband (Rahadin. it is Rahadin) And also finally meet the Baron/his family.

[a-iya]

omg great minds think alike 😳🤯 i think i saw you reblogged one of my haikyuu reblogs and i was thinking like omg yes we have yet to discuss. all your choices are so correct. my thoughts below:

karasuno: i obviously knew suga is your #1 (understandably so, he's like a chaotic wine mom lmfao) but i'm surprised that your second fav crow is asahi!! honestly i feel like from what i've seen around the fandom, he is super underrated so i am glad to hear that he does get appreciation as an individual outside of his team. non-confrontational king fr

my favs are tsukki and nishinoya <3 they are so different but so charming in their own ways. i think tsukishima would be a dick irl but he is so funny in the show. and nishinoya's so extroverted and silly i literally love him so much. him and tanaka together are top tier and probably my fav pairing in karasuno:

nekoma: it was only going to be kenma/kuroo but i appreciate that you put kenma first!! for me personally, it's kuroo first but they are both great outside of each other, and at the same time also such an iconic duo. i love their dynamic so much. their younger scenes in dumpster battle were literally sooo cute i wanted to gobble them up

aoba johsai: oikawa/iwaizumi are THE pair ever. it's that childhood friendship and growing up together that's just 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼 literally chef's kiss ughhh. glasses oikawa and iwa coming to see karasuno vs. shiratorizawa fucking sERVED. i myself love all 4 of the third-years, but iwa and mattsun are my two!! <3

fukurodani: again, it was only going to be bokuto/akaashi but fully agree here, akaashi is so relatable with the deadpan delivery but also the internal anxiety and overanalyzing i just. love him so much. he balances out bokuto so well. bokuto is hilarious in the show but i think he'd be SUCH a pain in the ass to deal with irl LMAO

shiratorizawa: semi and suga are long lost brothers and no one can convince me otherwise. but yes i agree, semi is very handsome and you are so right for loving him. ushiwaka also. he gives me shoto vibes (genius prodigy, single-minded focus, and socially inept [affectionate]). for me, i think my second fav is tendo (because of how his quirky disposition somehow matches so well with ushiwaka??) or goshiki (for his general attitude and ambition to be better. could not be me lol). his coconut head is so lame to me but also endearing because i literally had the same haircut as him up until middle school 😭😭😭 it hits close to home lmao

inarizaki: i'm kind of shocked you don't actually like atsumu??? lmaoooo like is sakuatsu not your roman empire?? i feel like my life is a lie

on the other hand, i totally see why... he's like hinata in terms of the crazy for volleyball but a little more sinister and less personable for sure lmfao. but fr without the sakuatsu ship, who do you actually like from inarizaki 👀 my fav is osamu. the sibling dynamic is unmatched and my personal headcanon is that osamu is the older one and that's probably why he's more responsible and (just slightly) more chill than atsumu. i think i enjoy his character because he seems more reasonable and sane in comparison LMAO. i'm pretty indifferent about the rest of the team but if i had to choose a second, it would also be kita. the moment with the captain jersey also made me 🥺😩 he is just so wholesome and simple. love

itachiyama: i don't think we ever really get to know anyone here besides kiyoomi and komori the cousin?? anyway i love how easygoing komori is. honestly i also relate to kiyoomi's germaphobia; when i first saw him come on with the mask and the look of disdain and the general off-putting demeanor i was like damn king you are so right for that. immediate stan lmao

no strong opinions on date or johzenji so no comments there but i never even realized the koganegawa angry bird resemblance until you mentioned it??? he's such a happy angy omg. it reminds me of the literal love of my life, rengoku-san. anyway, this is one of my fav moments of his:

him and lev would be best friends i swear to god

okay now that this has been settled, your top 5 favorite pairings go (doesn't have to be a ship but could be)!!

i finally got caught up with a certain volleyball anime some time last week or so!! i love all the boys so much ;-; v__v my queue is now filled with more posts than it has had in weeks (currently at 200+, and 50+ in drafts) and 90% of it is haikyuu. ya girl is down horrendous

it's literally impossible to choose favorites so i feel kind of evil for asking but who is your favorite from each team?? (can pick two if one is physically not possible [i totally understand LMFAO])

I can't believe it 🤯. You know that a few hours before I got your ask, I wanted to send you an ask like "Hey, I just wanted to say that every time I see you reblog a Haikyuu!! post, I smile because I'm really glad you liked it" ?? And then I was like "Nah, I'll send it later" 😭😭 LMAOO you sensed it 😭🫶🏻

ANYWAY

First of all: *SCREAMS" It's great that you liked it so much and now they're taking over your queue and draws!! <33 yeah, girl is down bad lmaoo

True, that's pretty evil, so thank you for kindly letting me choose 2 characters from the teams hahah :')

I don't think I can choose my favorite characters from each team, because in my eyes some teams are just groups of NPCs, I'm sorry 😭😭 But here are the most popular ones teams and my favs from them:

Karasuno

Ofc Sugawara is my number one hahah. I love his personality <3 He's funny, trustworthy and expresses love through violence xD

I really respect him for being able to back down when needed and showing full support to Kageyama.

Hmm who else do I like the most? Asahi is adorable :3 Poor guy, he's always scared, I wanna hug him

Nekoma

Kenma is in my top Haikyuu!! characters, so of course he's my first choice from Nekoma. I love intelligent characters and he is the brains of this team, and he is so relatable :')

And where is Kenma, Kuroo must be there too! Just…look at him… I love how supportive Kenma is, he's a great friend and his hyena laugh kills me hahah. Funny (and clever!!) guy!

Aoba Johsai High

Oikawa is my favorite villain hahah! (seriously, I love these memes when Oikawa is next to Sukuna in the top villains 😭😭) He has his flaws, he may not be the most pleasant character, but he is brilliantly created and his frustrations are completely understandable! He is extremely human (and childish)

And... Oikawa in glasses...

For balance, I also choose Iwazumi, because someone has to control Oikawa and no one is suited for that like him xD Another character who expresses his concern through violence :')

Fukurōdani Academy

AKAASHI!!! I spent over a year writing a fanfic about him and Sakusa (as roomates and besties) and it made him one of the characters closest to my heart. His fears and worries are no stranger to me.

And of course HEY HEY HEY BOKUTO!!! He's so funny and his emo mood improves my mood xD

Shiratorizawa Academy

Semi! It's emo Sugawara, of course I love him hahah. And in time skip he's a musician, so I'm totally crazy about him

Ushijima! He's blunt and clueless and I love it. He's funny and he doesn't even try :') And he plays in the time skip in Poland, so he's my guy :3

Inarizaki High

Kita! Come, on, he's perfect! And after he burst into tears when he got the captain's jacket… that did something to my heart.

You would think I would choose Atsumu because of the amount of Sakuatsu content on my blog hahah BUT NO hahah

...no, okay, I like the guy… mostly because of Sakusa, but I like him. He's annoying, he has a nasty personality, but I've invested too much time in him, so he has to be here

Itachiyama Institute

Oh my Omi Omi, my beloved Sakusa Kiyoomi!I love this grumpy guy, he says what's on his mind. And his germaphobic side somehow wins me over. He's another character I've focused on a lot while writing fanfics, so he's very close to my heart and I feel like I understand him on a completely different, closer level

His cousin, Komori, also has to be here! He's his closest (only??) friend and I appreciate him being with him (their dynamic is gold!)! And he's just a really cool guy

Johzenji High

I will exceptionally choose a manager from this team! Hana is great, she's really screwed with these guys, but she manages somehow :')

Date Tech High

Koganegawa is an energetic and friendly boy who looks like an angry bird! I can't believe that someone can dislike him

I guess that's it?

Thank you so much for the ask, it made my day (＾▽＾) I really like these interactions! Now we can officially bond more over Haikyuu!! hahah <3

Have a nice day! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

[storiesforallfandoms]

doing it again ~ eminem

word count: 1318

request?: yes!

“Hi there!

Can I request a Eminem x reader? Eminem sees the reader with a baby, and starts thinking about having a baby with the reader. And he’s a little shocked at the thought, since he is almost 50 and has kids. But the reader ends up agreeing? (and maybe some baby making smut if ya feel like it🙈) Thanks!”

description: after seeing her with her baby nephew, he realizes he wants to have a baby with her, despite all of his own being grown up already

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The minute her eyes landed on the bundle of blue blankets in her sister in law’s arms they widened, a soft expression crossing her face as she tried to restrain herself from going to pick up the baby almost immediately.

“Oh my God, he’s beautiful!” she said. “Shit, sorry, was that too loud? I don’t wanna wake him or anything.”

Her sister in law chuckled. “No you’re fine. He sleeps pretty solid throughout the day. It’s the night time that he doesn’t like to sleep. Although, funnily enough, I seem to be the only one who hears him cry.”

Both (Y/N) and her sister in law shot her brother a playful glare. He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a sound sleeper.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and crossed the room to sit next to her sister in law on the couch. Marshall followed behind her, watching as his girlfriend’s attention immediately drew to the baby and the baby alone. A small smile crept across her face as she looked down at him.

(Y/N) was on cloud nine from the moment her brother told her that she was going to be an aunt. They had a small family; they were the only two siblings and they didn’t have many aunts, uncles, or cousins, so this was the first baby in the family in a while. (Y/N) loved children, so the thought of her own brother having one had her more than excited. The minute she was given the okay to go visit, she was dragging Marshall to the car.

“Do you want to hold him?” her sister in law asked.

(Y/N)’s face brightened at the question. “Am I allowed to?”

“Of course! Just be careful of his head.”

(Y/N) reached out and took the baby in her arms, placing his head in the crook of her arm and wrapped her arms protectively around him. The baby stirred for a moment, his eyes opened to look up at the stranger who was now holding him. She held her breath, expecting him to start crying when he realized she wasn’t his mother. She was shocked when he simply blinked at her, then nuzzled into her and fell back to sleep.

She looked up at Marshall, tears of happiness threatening to run down her cheeks. “Did you see that? He didn’t cry or anything! He just...he just fell asleep in my arms.”

“He must feel safe with you,” her brother said. “You always did have natural motherly instincts.”

Marshall watched from across the room as (Y/N) held the baby in her arms. After a while, she started mindlessly rocking him while she listened to the conversations happening in the room.

He found himself zoning out to what was being said and instead focusing on how happy (Y/N) seemed to be with the baby. It was like her brother said, she had natural motherly instincts. It just seemed right for her to have a baby in her arms, and she was doing so well taking care of him.

Marshall was shocked when he found himself picturing (Y/N) with a baby of their own. Having kids at this point in his life was not something he had ever even considered. With all of his children being adults and moving on in those stages of their lives, and with him being almost 50, having another kid just seemed completely out of the picture for him. It was something he and (Y/N) had discussed around the beginning of their relationship, and (Y/N) was okay with it. She saw Hailie, Alaina, and Stevie as her own children anyways, and they saw her as a second mom.

But now he was starting to question that. He was looking at (Y/N) and wondering, What if we had one of our own?

He tried to stop it, but it was a thought that was permanently stuck in his head. He was so lost in that thought that he hadn’t even noticed (Y/N) giving the baby back to her sister in law and rising to her feet.

“You ready?” she asked him.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, snapping out of his trance.

They said goodbye to the new parents and started their way home. The car ride was silent at first. (Y/N) looked at Marshall and reached over to put a hand on his leg.

“Penny for your thoughts?” she asked.

He smiled a little at her, but kept his eyes on the road. He didn’t respond right away, which caused (Y/N)’s brows to furrow together. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, everything is fine. Just kind of...thinking.”

“About what?”

“About...having another kid.”

The response shocked (Y/N). She opened her mouth to say something, but found herself at a loss for words. She was sure she had hallucinated him saying that or something. She almost pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“Like...like actually having a baby. Our own baby? One that...one that we made together?”

Marshall laughed at her reaction. “Yes, like our own baby.”

(Y/N) was shocked into silence. She sat back in her seat and also stared out the windshield, her mind racing the same way Marshall’s had moments ago.

“Would you want that?” he asked, glancing over at her for a moment. “I know we’ve already discussed this and we both said about not having kids, so this may be a bit of a shocking decision.”

“I am a little shocked, I will admit. Or a lot shocked. What made got you onto that line of thinking?”

“The way you were with your nephew today. You just seemed so...content. And he seemed to feel safe with you. I just kept picturing what you would look like with our baby in your arms, and then I was thinking about getting to raise a kid of our own with you. Now I can’t stop picturing it.”

(Y/N) would be lying if she said she hadn’t also pictured having a child with Marshall. She knew that Marshall didn’t want anymore kids, and she was more than okay with that, but sometimes she would find herself daydreaming about having a baby with him, or getting to watch him teach their son something or be completely wrapped around their daughter’s tiny fingers.

“Is it something you really want?” she asked. “Don’t say you want it just for me. You know that I’m okay with just your kids, I don’t want to have a baby if you don’t want to.”

They had come to a stop at a red light. Marshall reached over and took (Y/N)’s hand in his, using this as his opportunity to face her.

“(Y/N),” he said, “I promise you that I mean this. I want to have a baby with you because it’s something that I want.”

(Y/N) couldn’t hold in her excitement as she threw her arms around Marshall and kissed him passionately. He chuckled into the kiss wrapped one arm around the small of her back, nearly pulling her over the center console and onto his lap. If it weren’t for the honking cars behind them signifying that the light had turned green, he just might have taken her right then and there.

As she sat back in her seat, Marshall moved his hand onto her thigh and gave it a light squeeze. “I think we should get started the minute we get home.”

She giggled in response. “It won’t work right away. I have to get off my birth control first, and even then I don’t think it’ll be immediate.”

“Then we’ll just have to try a lot until it finally works.”

(Y/N)’s face heated up as Marshall’s hand moved up her thigh.

Oh yeah, she was definitely going to enjoy this process.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

[imaginemalereader]

Heya, could I request Headcanons for a Non-Binary Scamander (Fantastic Beasts) Sibling with them being the youngest and having a special intrest in Creatures that are considered Dark. Maybe their relationship to family, public and such. Thank you and I hope you have a good day.

Being the youngest, it’s a given that your brothers are protective of you. Theseus especially but Newt as well (he is also the one more likely to get into trouble with you though because you both agree that creatures are better than people)

You and Theseus don’t have a lot in common but he’s a good older brother and has always looked out for you and tried to keep you safe

He lets you and Newt talk his ear off about the creatures you’ve seen and want to see. He now knows far more than he ever thought he would (or honestly wanted to) about bowtruckles and occamies, among others

At Hogwarts, everyone knew the three of you were related, not just because of your looks, but because Theseus was popular and you and Newt were immediately recognized as Scamanders, sometimes to Theseus’ chagrin

Despite being younger, you and Newt were practically inseparable and could often be found exploring the grounds and discussing classes, creatures, or quidditch

After he left, you got a chance to explore on your own a little bit more. It was then that you found your passions lay in some of the less, shall we say, acceptable creatures. The creatures more associated with dark magic

You weren’t interested in the dark arts to be sure, but you found these creatures, less studies and therefore more mysterious still, quite intriguing

In fact, this interest drew far more criticism than your gender. Being nonbinary, it was strange to many but your brothers supported you, using the name and pronouns you requested (and Theseus made sure anyone at the Ministry got it correct too)

When you came out, your brothers were confused but with some explanation and time, they came to understand better. And even before they understood, they accepted you as their sibling (that fact was never in question)

Newt of course brought up species that had multiple genders or seemingly none and you laughed at his equivocation. At first he was worried he had offended you but you assured him that was not the case

The Ministry is not your biggest fan; they consider you and Newt to be similarly problematic, you even a bit more so. Traveling with creatures and seeking out the kinds of creatures you did, they had a not so pleasant picture in their heads

Since you both were interested in magizoology, you and Newt often traveled together and exchanged notes when you came back after separate ventures

He is curious about your creatures of interest, but always a little worried about you pursuing them and warns you to be careful every time, and you always tell him you will be. Theseus is even more worrisome, not just because of the danger of the creatures, but the kinds of people you might end up involved with to find them

Theseus loves you both but you both make his life somewhat difficult and he’s always the one that has to save public face for your family. Sometimes he feels torn between you and his job, and he wants to choose you but sometimes choosing you means choosing his job. He knows that his position grants you some leeway and he has a better chance of helping the two of you out from within the Ministry

He’s actually more curious about all of it than he can let on, but having grown up with you and Newt, he appreciates the creatures more than the average wizard, even if he can’t devote his life to them the way you both do

As a trio, you are an unusual group but your sibling bonds are strong and you all know you would go to the end of the earth for each when it comes down to it (even if you grumble and get on each other’s nerves frequently and threaten to set various creatures on each other for petty disagreements

[charmikarma]

essay below read at your own risk

i've been in other fandoms where "i headcanon these characters as siblings" has turned into Fanon Acceptance Of That Headcanon and shit devolves into horrific purity culture awfulness forever. like if you ship two characters who the fandom perceives as siblings, regardless of whether or not they are literal actual siblings in canon, it is considered problematic. or to take it a step further, you are considered problematic. which is just. such a strange stance to be taking in any context, and i think it is very strange that this has become such a Thing in fandom, that moral evaluations of real people can revolve so strongly around a widespread interpretation of a work of fiction.

[and before someone comes in here to try and accuse me of shipping incest or something for having this take let me just tell you: i don't even ship any of the ships that are a victim of this phenomenon. in some cases i even agree with the sibling interpretation! okay? are we good now??? i can't believe i have to say this. please don't twist my words here. i am saying exactly what i mean. that is to say, i am observing a phenomenon that i think is largely toxic.]

in fact fandom has become kind of a moral space in general?? why does someone's like or dislike of something have to be predicated on whether or not it is a morally sound opinion. and ok, not all opinions are evaluated this way. but if someone disagrees with someone strongly enough to feel emotions about it, moral arguments tend to be the "logical" justification they turn to. i guess this is what i'm getting at here: if you are making a moral judgment about a fictional character or a ship, and you're arguing with someone online about it, maybe you should take a step back and evaluate where you got this moral conviction from. in some cases, yeah, you're gonna be right. for example if someone is shipping, oh i dunno, nezuko and tanjirou from demon slayer, yeah those are canonical siblings who are biologically related and were raised together. that's pretty much unambiguously shitty. but if you're talking about like, say, vriska, i don't think liking or disliking vriska is necessarily equivalent to taking a moral stance. could you take a moral stance in interpreting vriska a certain way? yes. but i don't think having an opinion about her should be considered a moral stance.

"but charmi," you might be saying, "you are saying this on a post where you say you dislike a ship because you think it invalidates kanaya's (perceived on your part) identity as a lesbian. doesn't this make you a hypocrite?" and ok, you might be right. maybe i am a hypocrite. maybe i too am forming my opinions based on my moral convictions. but at the end of the day i'm not gonna go after people for disagreeing with me, because 1. i don't care what they think and 2. i understand that people have different understandings of both moiraillegiance and kanaya's sexuality, regardless about how i feel about those understandings. and here we come to the real point of this entire ramble: the point isn't even what one's opinions are. it's the way fanon as a movement leads to strife in fan communities online, which is not fun for anyone. not to mention sometimes it discourages productive analytical discussion. none of these arguments are happening in real time; let's use that extra thinking time we get from not having to reply immediately to be a bit nicer to everyone, yeah? to decide what is and isn't worth your time? i promise you will feel better.

tl;dr i am sick of fandom being a place where all of your opinions are tied to your moral value as a person. i want to go back to the age where we could all just enjoy our things and ignore the people we think are weird. reject modernity (centralized social media) return to monke (niche fansites and forums)

my potentially hot homestuck take is i dislike karkat<>kanaya. because if you want to say kanaya is a lesbian this should also include moiraillegiance because that too is romance. i love their friendship but moiraillegiance is by definition not friendship.

[oneshotnewbie]

Loves the story about being Amelia younger sister. Can this came to my mind could you pretty please make this a reality lol. So the reader is Amelia and dereks younger sister ( obviously lol) and she gets sick. But she doesn’t want them to know because they will overreact. So without her telling them that she is sick she ends up getting worse and ends up in the hospital, just for Amelia and Derek to find out . Does that make sense. This came to me late at night lol. Thank you:)

For a few days your well being in your body had been lost. From an initial exhaustion and fatigue, for which you had perceived stress as the main cause to slightly stinging in the chest and body aches that you only stamped as tiredness of the last week, there was a lot going at university; lectures until late in the evening, answering 80 quiz questions daily on top of your homework so that you don't forget what you have learned and the tests you had to write in what felt like every subject you could possibly have.

It was almost midnight when you started to finish up your work. You were the only one in this house, at least you thought so, who was still awake to do things that had no time to be postponed.

"You look pale," did you hear your sisters voice and startled for a second out of shock before you looked at the clock for the 10th time this minute and slowly began to collect the papers and pens from the brown coffee table."Is everything okay?"

You just nodded a 'yes', not even bothering to talk out of feeling sick, and got up from your chair to pile up the papers in the back of the table when a wave of dizziness caught up with you and you used your hands to support yourself. "Just totally stressed." you mumbled as you felt a worrying glance and a hand on your back.

Slowly your vision returned to normal, you picked up your things into your arms and turned to Amelia who was standing right behind you. With an attempted smile, you squeezed past her and walked up the stairs. "I'm good."

Before you went to bed, you stole a pill from the bathroom cabinet and disappeared. -It is just a little cold- you thought.

---

"Y/N Shepard, 22 years young." the paramedic called as soon as the doors were opened from the ambulance and he pulled out the stretcher and got out himself. "According to first responders, she passed out while she was about to order a coffee.. Mild sinus tachycardia, blood pressure is low. Temperature is 102,38°F"

You became conscious before the ambulance arrived, but the people around you didn't agree to let you go and wanted to have you examined and now you were here, the attempt to escape from the mess was unsuccessful.

A little confused, you looked around and saw the faces of Owen and Meredith. Almost immediately, before the blonde could even say something, you cut her out. "Don't tell Amy and Derek."

She stroked your hair and looked at you confused and worried. She didn't understood why you wanted to keep your ambulance arrival a secret from your siblings. Even if she had a medical confidentiality obligation towards her patients, she had to tell her sister in law and husband. They were your family.

She nodded to Owen and he understood immediately that he should beep both of them on their pagers. As soon as he disappeared, Meredith pushed you into one of the examination rooms and started to look you up and down.

"Why don't you want the two of them to know?" she asked cautiously while placing some adhesive stickers on your chest and hanging you on a machine. "You know exactly how they are as soon as I am sick. Overprotective - and that is annoying. I am not a little kid anymore."

She stopped moving and looked at you. Her hands found their way onto your shoulder and squeezed them once just before she sat down in front of you and looked deep into your eyes. "They are your siblings, Y/N. Be glad that you have someone who cares about you."

She stopped for a short time and looked at your heart rate on the monitor before turning to you a little worried, adapting a blood pressure cuff on your arm, waiting for the results to show up on her chart. "You have cardiac arrhythmia. Have you had a cold lately?"

"No, I've just been pretty tired and exhausted. I also had a slight sting in my chest once in a while but thought it came from my stomach; I haven't been eating particularly well lately."

---

"What were you thinking by not telling us that you are not feeling well? You don't have three doctors at your home around the clock for nothing!" said Derek a little louder, his face flashed red like a tomato.

When he got the news, he immediately ran down to the emergency room, fearing the worst. He was pissed of when he saw you lying there and he was even angrier when he had to hear every information from Meredith that she had found out and what she suspected. "And that's exactly why I didn't want you to know. You always overdo it!"

"Y/N, heart muscle inflammation is not a joke! If you had carried off the crap and hadn't passed out in the cafe, it could all have been worse than just a few needle sticks and a comfortable hospital bed!" he shouted in disbelief as his hands clenched into a fist and the knuckles were already turning white at the strength of his nervousness which he underpinned by pacing back and forth in front of your bed.

He didn't understand how you wanted to become a doctor but couldn't listen to your own body. It was impossible for him to understand how you could let it get this far. Derek asked for an answer, but you didn't feel like arguing with him anymore so you just stood silent; you were too tired and exhausted to continue this discussion.

You knew it was a fatal mistake, but you couldn't change and jump back in time either.

Just before Derek wanted to let his anger run free again, Amelia, who had previously been quiet, had stood in front of him and gave him an urgent look and some slight knocks on his now crossed arms. "You go now and calm down. The shouting doesn't help anyone here and I don't think the whole hospital has to know our family issues." he bit his lip and looked between you and your sister before he disappeared, but not without slamming the door behind him.

Startled, you let yourself fall back on the pillow, put your arm over your forehead and closed your eyes. You knew you messed up big time. "I'm sorry, Amelia."

"You should have told us, then you might not be here and have to stay for observation." she said calmly, unlike your brother and started moving towards the side of your bed where Amelia sat down on the chair that was already standing next to it and gently stroked the back of your head.

Amelia understood why you hadn't said anything, she had gone through the same with him too. But on the other hand, she could understand Derek. It also hurt her that you hadn't mentioned anything and that you didn't let her help you. "From now on, no more secrets, understand? I don't want to have this horrible feeling in my stomach when I get a message like that ever again. When you are in pain then let one of us know, regardless of whether you think it is a cramped muscle or not."

"You are so over caring." you said annoyed and rolled your eyes.

You knew it was in their nature to react like that, but as a young adult you couldn't understand that exactly this small gesture showed how important you were to a person. You just found it annoying.

"At some point in your life, you will think back to that moment and judge it completely different. Maybe we are far too caring now, later you will perhaps be grateful to us for it and understand why we do this." she sighed.

"We do this because we love you and we don't ever want to lose you."

[ijustwant2write]

‘I want that with you’-Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

(GIF credit to @misskatesharma​)

Requested by @elennox03: ‘I’d like to request an Anthony Bridgerton x read imagine. I’m a huge sucker for husband!anthony. Can you write an imagine where Anthony and his wife are visiting the Bridgerton house and he sees his wife with his youngest sibilings and he realizes he wants to be a dad. When they leave and go back to their house he admits to her that he wants a kid and it’s really fluffy and maybe a little smutty? 🥺’

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader, Bridgerton family x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: LOTS OF FLUFF, SMUT

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Anthony sat at the table, newspaper in hand as he waited for his wife to join him for breakfast. The servants were ready to serve the food as soon as the Viscountess sat down. Anthony was engrossed in the headlines of the day, until he heard someone descending the stairs. He hoped it was his wife, smiling when he saw the doors being opened for her in his peripheral. 

“Good morning darling.” he greeted.

“Good morning. Sorry to keep you waiting, last time we visited your family I promised Hyacinth I would wear this dress, it is her favourite.” she approached him, kissing him on the forehead before taking her seat, where a servant pushed it in for her. 

“No bother, we shall still be there on time.” Anthony put down the newspaper as breakfast was laid out in front of them.

“I am excited to be visiting again. Especially since Daphne’s season is coming up.”

Anthony’s happy expression vanished at the thought.“Don’t remind me.”

(Y/N) giggled at her husband as they started eating.“Here he is, the protective older brother.”

“Well, I have to be. We both know men will come flocking towards her, and she will be so hypnotised by it that she won’t think about getting to know them. And to add to that, I know a majority of the men in this community, they go to my club, and there’s a lot I don’t want near her.”

“Oh darling, don’t get yourself too stressed over these matters. I’m sure you will have no trouble finding someone for her. Now let us eat, I am starving.”

Once they finished, the pair headed to the foyer, their servants already waiting with gloves, coats and capes, as well as a hat for Anthony. They put on everything, (Y/N) taking Anthony’s arm as they walked outside to the carriage. The couple didn’t need to speak to enjoy each others company, still holding hands as they looked out of the windows, the familiar streets passing by, before they both recognised the area in which their family lived in. (Y/N) loved being a Bridgerton, not only because she had fallen completely in love with Anthony, but because he had the most wonderful family. She had many friends who’s families were stuck up, or too strict, with some only just liking their husbands. (Y/N)’s whole body filled up with adoration for Anthony every time she looked at him, and her heart swelled whenever he looked back. (Y/N) knew she was extremely lucky, and she was thankful for that every single day. 

When they arrived at the Bridgerton house, they were welcomed in, taken to the drawing room where the entire family was sat. Gregory and Hyacinth were the first to make a move, jumping off of their chairs and shouting out their brother and sister-in-law’s names. Anthony scooped up his younger brother as (Y/N) knelt down to capture Hyacinth in a hug. When the married couple had first started courting, Hyacinth had been in awe of (Y/N), wondering if Anthony was in love with a princess.

The rest of the Bridgerton’s also stood to welcome Anthony and (Y/N). Hyacinth took (Y/N)’s hand and pulled her towards the sofa, sitting down together. She looked over (Y/N)’s dress, thrilled that she remembered to wear that one. As Violet began a conversation with (Y/N), Anthony approached Daphne, intending to talk about her upcoming season, but she beat him to it.

“Anthony, I should like to ask you a few questions regarding my debut.” Daphne started.

“Wonderful, I was just about to bring up the matter. So, in a few weeks, you shall be presented-”

“No, I know how it all works brother. Mama has told me all about it. I wanted to ask you about, well, the more personal side of it. And I think it would benefit me to see it from a gentleman’s perspective.”

Anthony dreaded to think what she would come up with.“Ah, maybe this is a conversation for mama-”

“I was wondering what it felt like when you realised (Y/N) was the one for you. How did you choose her? Was it something that stood out? Something I should be doing?”

Anthony chuckled at his sister’s questions, and how innocent she was. He wished she would stay like this forever.“I believe it is different for everyone sister. I...I don’t know how to explain it, but,” he looked over to (Y/N), who now had Hyacinth cuddled into her side as she and Violet talked,“it felt right. Like when you know the answer to a question, and that feeling of certainty goes through you. You don’t have any ‘what ifs’ about the future, because you know that no matter what happens, they will be the person by your side.”

Daphne smiled as she glanced in the same direction, before looking back to her brother. She had seen that expression of his many times when he was with (Y/N), and she wished someone would look at her that way during her season.

“(Y/N),” Gregory caught her attention. He was sat on the floor,“will we be having a cousin soon? Some of my friends have loads of cousins to play with.”

(Y/N) wasn’t sure how to answer, and Violet sensed that. The older siblings felt a slight awkwardness in the air, knowing it was a touchy subject.

Violet smiled, trying to lighten the mood.“Why don’t we take lunch outside? It is such a beautiful day.”

The eldest siblings all quickly agreed, moving almost immediately. Gregory felt that he had said something wrong, especially wen he saw (Y/N)’s face. Anthony was about to comfort her when Gregory stood up and held her hand, Hyacinth was already holding the other one. 

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” he said, pouting slightly.

(Y/N) gave him a comforting smile, kneeling down between the two.“Don’t worry, you did no such thing. Tell you what, why don’t we play outside after lunch? But you’ve got to let me win at least one game.”

The children giggled, knowing that (Y/N) had never been very good at winning whatever games they played. But both nodded, going ahead of her when she gently pushed them forwards. Standing back up, she realised Anthony had been watching her the whole time.

“What? What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing.” he replied, quickly pecking her on the lips.“Come, let us join our family.”

The rest of the afternoon went by too fast for (Y/N)’s liking. Over lunch she discussed Daphne’s debut, giving her advice on how to deduct herself and little ways to flirt when Anthony and Violet weren’t listening. Their giggles didn’t go unnoticed, Anthony scolding Collin and Benedict for not paying attention to the girls. 

“(Y/N), can we go play now?” Gregory asked as soon as she was finished eating.

“Gregory, you have only just finished for food too. Wait a while, otherwise you will have a bad stomach.” Violet warned him.

“She is not a toy for you two to play with. Some of us would like to speak with (Y/N) too you know.” Daphne pointed out, only to have Gregory stick his tongue out at her.

“We will play once our food has settled, yes?” (Y/N) nodded to the children, who knew they would be waiting as the grown ups talked. 

Anthony had that thought again. Hyacinth and Gregory adored (Y/N), and she had such a way with children. And it wasn’t all smooth sailing with these two, (Y/N) had told them off a few times. It was natural thing that came to her, a natural thing he had put off for so long. Of course, they wanted to enjoy their time together without children, but seeing her like this, and with children of friends started to make him think that perhaps it was time. (Y/N) had only ever expressed her wanting of children once, which lead to an argument. Anthony had always felt pressured to be the one to marry first and produce heirs, so when he found (Y/N), his mama subtly hinted to him about having a baby as soon as possible; just to spite her, Anthony convinced (Y/N) not to dive headfirst into parenthood, something she went along with because she saw how stressed Anthony became on the subject. However, (Y/N) didn’t want to be past her time before it was too late to have a child.

“Alright then,” (Y/N) said as she, the two youngest and Collin stood on the grass,“what game are we playing?”

“Hide and seek!” Hyacinth quickly shouted before Gregory could even open his mouth.

“That’s so boring!” her brother whined.

“And aren’t (Y/N) and I slightly too big to be hiding?” Collin pointed out.

(Y/N) mocked offence.

“N-no, I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it!”

(Y/N) laughed at him, much to Collin’s relief.

“Gregory, we do always play whatever you want.” (Y/N) said.“We’ll play hide and seek today.”

Hyacinth cheered, saying (Y/N) was the seeker before running off. Gregory was fast behind her, whilst Collin shrugged at (Y/N), going off to hide too. (Y/N) just rolled her eyes as she smiled, turning the other way and beginning to count. The others were still sat at the table, engrossed in a conversation, but Anthony was still watching (Y/N). She shook her head at him, still counting until she reckoned they were given enough time to hide. She announced she was coming, looking under benches and around trees and hedges, behind statues and pillars. Collin was the first to be found, unfortunately he was right about being too big to hide. They both set out to find the other two, keeping as quiet as they could.

(Y/N) heard rustling behind her, before something moved in behind the rose bushes. She held back for a moment, waking alongside it slowly to not alert the player  of her presence. Once they had no where else to go, (Y/N) waited for them to make a run for it, jumping out at them. This caused them to collide as they both yelped out, but ending up laughing as (Y/N) realised it was Hyacinth that she had caught. As they sat up, with (Y/N) checking she hadn’t hurt the girl, Collin came bounding over with Gregory over his shoulder.

Anthony knew what he wanted, and in that moment he had no patience. He wanted to tell (Y/N) about his intentions now, but knew it would be better to have that conversation in private. It was going to happen tonight, he needed to say it.

On the way home, (Y/N) noticed how Anthony’s hand was on her thigh, rather than holding her hand, and he was as close to her as he could possibly be. He kept kissing her too, holding her face in his other hand. Some were gentle and long kisses, other were hungry and passionate. (Y/N) was flustered, wondering why he was acting this way. When they arrived home, Anthony took her hand in his, quickly guiding her upstairs to their room.

“Anthony, what are-”

(Y/N) was silenced as he kissed her again, his hands now holding her waist. She embraced it, gripping onto his biceps as he walked them towards the bed. He pulled away, scooping her into his arms and gently laying her down on the bed. He straddled her, leaning down to kiss her again as she pushed off his jacket, trying to take off his shirt too. He sat up, taking it off, and for a moment, he was content with just looking at his wife. 

“Anthony?” she whispered.

His urges drove him forward, kissing down her neck and on top of her breasts, pulling her to sit up with him so he could undo her dress. She told him to stand, as did she, turning around so it was easier to rid of the garment. Once it was off, he pressed his body against the back of hers, taking a second to slow down. He ran his hands from her lower back, rounding her waist and cupping her breasts. She moaned at his touch, purposefully pushing against his crotch. He moved her to face him, knowing he had to tell her what was on his mind now before he completely forgot about them.

“(Y/N).” was all he managed to get out.

“Yes?” she looked back up at him with her beautiful eyes. 

“I...I want us to have a family.”

“I do too.”

“No, I mean...I’m ready.”

“You are?”

“Yes. I know I am. After seeing you today with my brother and sister, well, whenever you’re around children, I realised how selfish I have been. I married you because I love you. And love comes in many forms. One way to express our love is by creating a family of our own.”

“Anthony, are you sure? Because, because you know how happy that would make me?”

He smiled.“And that’s all I want to do, make you happy.”

“You do so every day. But this means the world to me. I love you.”

“I love you, so much. We’re ready (Y/N), we know what we both want. I want that with you.”

[sasarahsunshine]

Extension of the Happy Retired Aaron Hotchner headcanons! This time with a husband <3 (I am attempting to do x Male Reader for this lol)

For @softhairedhotch and @scorpio-hotch because I love you guys <3

When Hotch met you he had no clue that you would be the one to break down his walls, chipping away at them bit by bit with kind words and soft touches, until he was laid bare before you as the scared and vulnerable man he pretended not to be. But it was a good thing, because once his scars were on display for you to witness, you smiled and kissed each one, healing him until he felt human again.

At your wedding you adopted Jack, signing the paperwork to become his official Papa. You can’t remember who cried more: you, Aaron, or Jack. Maybe you all did.

When Jack was 12 he mentioned wanting a younger sibling. It didn’t take much discussion to decide on adopting (but it did take quite a bit of kissing and giddy smiles when you both agreed that yes, let’s do this).

You adopted a little 8-year-old girl named Molly. Jack took to her immediately, which helped her come out of her shy shell. Jack calls her Molls.

Adopting another child meant needing an actual home, not the three bedroom apartment you’ve been living in for the last several years. Morgan helps get you set up in the perfect place, white picket fence and all. You laugh at Aaron’s face when he notices a spot for a vegetable garden. “What are we, farmers?” He teased.

Little did he know that he would actually spend most of his time in that garden after retirement. Which doesn’t happen until Jack moves out to go to college.

“I’m getting too old to be tackling Unsubs,” he declares at dinner one night. You just smile and take his hand, “You don’t seem old to me.” He smiles in return and squeezes your hand.

You waited a couple more years before your own retirement. It’s when Molly moves out that you finally decide to put away the badge as well. It’s hard for both of you; always used to being fit, practicing at the gun range, chasing unsubs on foot.

Aaron gets up at 5am for his morning jog most days. You’re up with coffee and breakfast waiting for him when he returns; always with a kiss and a smile and a mumbled, “good morning.”

Jack ends up going to the FBI academy. Aaron waits until he’s alone to cry about it, and for a moment you’re worried it’s because he’s scared for Jack—but it turns out he’s full of pride. He couldn’t be happier that his son wants to help people, like the two of you used to do.

Molly can’t decide what she wants to do, but she moves around the country for a bit before eventually settling down near home (with her new boyfriend that you and Aaron have decided seems good enough for her. If you had Garcia do a background check on him, you don’t tell Aaron. Or Molly. Even tho you’re sure they both know).

So many years go by so quickly, you wonder where the time went as you sit on the back porch and watch Jack’s twins play in the sprinkler with their Grandpa Aaron. They’re squealing when he grabs them both and hauls them over his shoulders— you can already hear him complaining about the back pain later, but you bite back on commenting anything. He’s making memories with his grandkids, after all.

Jack sits next to you, not without kissing your forehead first. “What’s that for?” You ask your son, arching an eyebrow, “you’re up to something.” Jack laughs and shakes his head. He looks just like Aaron when you first met him: all toned and proud. A real FBI agent, just blonde with a cheeky personality that can get him out of anything. You blame his uncles Dave and Derek for teaching him that.

“I wanted to say thank you,” Jack says as he spots his wife speaking with Molly, the two laughing over how carefree and silly Aaron is being with the twins. You purse your lips and sip at your drink, “for what?” He smiles, and you can’t help but see Aaron in that smile. “For being here. For loving dad, and taking care of him. For being my Papa.”

If you feel choked up, you don’t say so. You clear your throat to hide it, setting your drink down, “where is this coming from?”

Aaron sets the twins down, standing up straight and stretching out his back as they cling to his legs, all giggles and smiles. He glances at you and grins. You can see how his hair has greyed a little, salt-and-pepper strands here and there, even in his stubble. He’s softened over the years, but his legs and arms are still as strong as ever (that’s what he gets for having a runners body). The lines on his face, that you used to tease him for, saying he frowned too much, now look like laugh lines. His eyes shimmer with genuine happiness.

Jack must see what you see, because he looks at you again. “He’s been through a lot, you know that. And there was a time, when I was a kid, that I wondered if I’d ever see him smile like that again. And then he met you. So, thank you.”

You lean forward and pull Jack into a hug. You don’t say anything, because you don’t need to. You both know you’d do it all again to end up here; happy, safe, surrounded by love and family.