#Married to a guy you didn’t seek out with a son you didn’t have a choice in
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Sarah Sisko’s whole deal is so horrifying and messed up and DS9 just kinda. Glosses over it
#Imagine you are just a random Australian woman on Earth. Living your life minding your business#and then you get possessed by an alien force who have a Destiny they need to enact#And so controls you to go to New Orleans and hook up with a guy you’ve never met and you marry him and live with him for three years#And give birth to a son#And evidently that was what the alien wanted because once you have had a son the alien possession vacates your body#And you are in control of yourself again for the first time in three years#Married to a guy you didn’t seek out with a son you didn’t have a choice in#And the man is sweet and kind and in live with you! And thought you lived him! But you can’t bear it#So you leave him and leave the kid and hightail it back to Australia because what else can you do??#And eventually commit suicide because you can’t handle this. Your life was upended in an impossible horrifying way for three years#You disappeared from your life with no warning for three years and then showed up again to people who think you just left#It’s the Star Trek universe—‘I was mind controlled by an alien force’ is well known#But that’s not supposed to happen to you. You aren’t a starfleet adventurer you live on Earth. Why You?#I feel like. Sarah your life was so horrifying/tragic and it wasn’t even about you#And even DS9 just brings this up practically in passing and then never dwells on it ever#perpetual perpetual ladies night#Star Trek#Deep Space 9#ST:DS9
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I’m the mess that you wanted (Aemond Targaryen x f!reader)
(He’s so hot I want him to destroy me)
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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Word count: 2.7k
Summary: Your father made a horrific mistake to gave your hand to another man, let’s just say that a possesive asshole didn’t like that.
Warning: Mentions of cringy sex, really possesive behaviour, read if you want, but if you are a minor, leave! why are you here?!
A/N: I’m so offended that there is a lack of fics about this sexy, hot piece of horrible human being out there. What the fuck guys? By the way, happy 150 followers! I hope I don’t dissapear once again but school and work are killing me.
There you were again, at the edge of a cliff looking at the endless waters, so beautifully dark and mysterious.
The memories from the hours before began replaying on your mind, the words that were spoken moments ago interwinding with the fragrant aroma of the sea. The cold wind caressed your plain dress against your body.
Marriage.
A word you knew even before you could talk, a death sentence to a free soul.
Misery, that’s what this feeling was.
Your hair was carefully swept into a braid, slapping against your skin as the wind tried to sooth the painful news. Sadly, there was nothing it could do to save you from this pain.
Aileas Eithne, first son of the House of Haywood. The man your father deemed a rightful option for you to settled, even though there was another man out there who was more willingly to accept you in a blink of an eye. Even though this marriage was going to be his seventh one.
But your father was a ridiculous man who only seek options that guaranteed you a rightful place within a throne. Not the second son who was nothing more that the title that was given to him. A foolish reason to give your hand away so easily, even more ridiculous as the king himself asked you to be betrothed to his second son.
You felt him before he made any sound but your eyes were still captivating watching how the waves gently moved the few boats there.
His hands gently caressed your arms, you felt his breath against the back of your neck. If only these few last moments you had in this place were to last longer. This was peace. He was peace.
“It’s cold.” He gently move your hair to the side, kissing your neck softly. Not caring if he was seeing by your side. “My sister is wondering where you went.”
You closed your eyes, trying to not lose yourself against his warmth. A sigh escaped your lips knowing the crude lie he was still trying to put you in. There was no going around that matter, life was not forgiving. Even though the man you loved was here from the very start, still waiting for you to accept.
You turned to face him, his eye watching your moves carefully. You tried not to cowered against his stare.
“I have a feeling the princess is quite busy watching the butterfly she caught hours ago.” You tried to even your tone. “Perhaps her dear brother was truly the one who was looking for me.”
A smirk curved his lips. He gently placed his forehead against yours.
“I don’t recall that.”
“Then you are truly blind, my prince.”
He frowned at the sound of his tittle. You almost flinched when he took a step back to watch you. In full honesty, you wanted nothing more than for him to take you away from here and marry you in secret. That was your wish.
“We shouldn’t,” You paused for a second, trying to formulate the correct way to express your father’s decision without enraging him further. “We shouldn’t be alone.”
“And why is that?” He scoffed, his arms crossing at his back. “Why the sudden shyness?”
You couldn’t lie to him, that was the power he always held against you. You sighed again, handing him the folded parchment your father had given you. Aemond took it without a word, rapidly reading the words on it.
You couldn’t read his face, you never could. His deepest thoughts hidden behind the stoic face he always wore.
“It’s official.” You muttered against the wind, your face looking away from him. “My father seal the deal. I’m expecting to leave in seven days.”
Aemond stared at it for a while, his breath becoming more harsh at each breath you took. Would it create a sad memory if you took the initiative this time? To ask him to own you one last time? Would it be that bad?
His hands destroyed the paper in anger. It was in that moment when you really questioned your father’s decision. Would it be that bad to be married to a second son? Someone who would never step a foot at the throne as long as his brother was alive? Would it be that bad?
Your mind began playing a fantasy, trying to seize the horrible silence that prostrated the two of you. You imagined the screams of pain of your father, you could see the murderous look on Aemond’s face when he demanded what was truly his. Gods, you wanted that.
“What is this?” He took a step forward, his hands grasping your shoulders, you could feel the hatred behind his words alongside the pain of his fingers. “Your father said he would wait to hear my offer.”
“I’m so sorry.” You breathed through the fresh tears that began falling from your eyes. From the outside perspective, one would assume the prince was a crazy man, a stupid foolish man. “My father send a raven a few days ago without my acknowledgement, agreeing with sir Aileas for my hand…”
“Do. Not.” He interrupted you. “Do not say his name, do not taint your mouth with another man’s name.”
“It would be best if we end this here.” Your eyes closed when he close the distance from your mouth. He tried to claim your lips but you didn’t let him, opting for turning your head to the side.
“Why should we?” You shiver at his words. “Those words are lies, you are mine.” He nibbled your ear. “Why shouldn’t I claim what is rightfully mine?”
“My father…”
“Should see how his daughter rightfully responds at the touch of her lover.” Aemond stared into your eyes as if he could see straight into your soul. “Let him hear the name of the man who owns your body, let him see that you are rightfully mine.”
“This could end bad.” You tried to protest, trying to stay in focus at the feeling of his mouth against your neck. “This would lead into war.”
“Don’t you trust me to become victorious?” He cupped your face in his large hands, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. “You see me as man who could lose?”
“Never.” You quickly responded, “I am more afraid of the deaths you could cause by your hand.”
He smirked at the answer. “Let me claim you once again then. Here at the open, when any curious eye could wander without restrain.”
“Aemond…”
The prince dipped his head down, capturing your lips with his in a greedy kiss. You moaned at the lingering wine taste. There would be no man other than him that would make you forget him. Nothing would compare at the feeling of his skin sliding against yours. He would eat you alive, and you would let him.
His hands quickly destroyed the braid, fingers quickly untangling the strands of hair away from its confinements.
He turned your face to the side, his mouth kissing his way to your neck. His hands sliding away your dress until you stood naked before him.
Aemond demanded control and you let him have it without question, with him there was no risk of disappointment, with him, you became complete.
He laid you down carefully on the humid grass, covering your body with his, the leather of his pants caressing your legs as he separated them with his knee. His mouth went down to your swollen breast, giving it his complete attention with a kiss. Your hand cupped the back of his head, silently encouraging him to continue. And he did.
His tongue flickered back and forth over your nipple, “That’s it,” he whispered against it, his hand gliding down your skin, making its way where you needed him, easing the ache where you wanted him deeper inside you. “Give yourself to me once again, show me that only I can give you this pleasure. Let me taste it.”
Your hand tightly grasped at his hair, forcing him back to your mouth, he let you kiss him with greed, your hips thrusting against his hand, trying to seek more pleasure. “Aemond…” Whispered against his lips.
“This cunt belongs to me.” He bit your lip. “This body is mine to use, you are mine, and you will take what only I can give you.” He wickedly smile. “You belong to me.”
“(Y/N)! What is the meaning of this!” A shout brought you back, you gasped in horror when your mind recognized the sound of your father’s disgusted screams. Your head turned to the side and finally saw him standing there in shock.
“Aemond…!” You whispered, trying to push him but he didn’t let you, capturing your mouth once again.
“You are disturbing us.” Aemond carelessly answer your father, his face never leaving the confinement of your neck. “Leave us.”
“Get the fuck away from my daughter.” Your father grasped at the prince’s hair, tugging it harshly, managing to get him away from you. “A honorable man agreed to take your hand in marriage and you gave yourself away like a disgusting whore.” He spat at your feet.
You quickly put your dress, trying to cover yourself quickly.
A knife slowly made its way against your father’s neck. The murderous image of your love next to your father made you stay still. “I will suggest you to keep your mouth shut.” His eye made contact with yours, a sardonic smile made its way on his lips. “Leave us, my love. There are a few things your father and I must discuss alone.”
You stayed there watching him, until he mouthed ‘now’ and you left running as quickly as possible.
The halls were almost empty as most of the service was already sleep, you rapidly enter your room, quietly closing your door before your hands tugged at your hair.
You began pacing, the nerves about what Aemond could do to your father was keeping you in a nervous mind set, your eyes looking outside your window, the moon moved slowly so you didn’t know how many hours has it passed since you left.
Your door quietly opened and closed. Aemond watched you curiously. “My love.” He interrupted your thoughts. Your eyes quickly began searching for any injury, sighing in relief when you found none.
“My father…?” You asked him. Aemond smiled, making his way to you, taking your hands in his and kissing your knuckles softly.
“Your father has accepted my proposal, he just needed a bit more convincing from my part.” He softly laughed. “He understood his mistake when he almost deny what belong to me as he gave your hand away.”
“Is he dead?” You crudely asked him, not waiting any longer. “Did you kill him Aemond?”
He shook his head while laughing, softly dragging you against his body, you drew a deep breath as his hand carefully ran through your hair. “Of course not, my love. Even as miserable as he is, I know how important he is to you. I just…needed to show him how much beneficial it would be to marry me instead.”
You searched his face for any lie but found none, your hand caress his jaw, your thumb gently touching his lips, he kissed it in response. “What will it happened now?”
He dipped his head to kiss you but you didn’t let him, pulling away from his face but not from his arms.
“We will marry, and there is no one that will oppose now.”
“How?” You wondered.
“You don’t need to know the details of my conversation with your father, my love. Trust that I took care of it.”
You nodded and he brought your face to his, kissing you with softness, his hands toyed with your neck while yours began unbuttoning his shirt.
Aemond slide your dress, helping you stepping away from it, one of his hands touched your breast once again and you moaned in response as he cupped it in his palm. His thumb brushed over your nipple, humming in delight as you squirmed against his touch. He grinned and took it on his mouth, resuming once again what your father rudely interrupted both of you.
He let you slid his shirt away from his body, tossing it over his shoulder. He pushed you into the bed and he kneeled in front of your open legs. His thumb caressing your tights. You were so wet for him and Aemond was dying to have your taste against his mouth.
You licked your lips as you intently watch him, his hands spread your folds so he could watch you, he sighed in delight as he saw the most private part of your body. “Beautifully wet, and only for me.” He said as he slid his finger deep inside you.
You groaned in pleasure as his finger began playing with your entrance, his mouth followed his finger, you gasped his name as his tongue circulate the same path of his finger.
Your hands grasped at his hair but he didn’t budge as he flickered his tongue against your clit over and over again. You came at his tongue but Aemond didn’t stop, he needed to taste you once again, his tongue entered you, trying to bring more of your taste.
He groaned, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, forcing you to open wide. His thumb spread you as he gently blow against your body, you shivered with anticipation. Your body betraying you. His tongue seeking more, more and more. “This is how it should be.” He suck your clit. “Your body knows my touch, you responded at my touch. Gods, I love the way you cum on my mouth.”
You tugged at his hair, forcing him to face you, you kissed him and began removing his clothes with desperation, he let you guide the situation for a bit, finding amusing how desperate you were for him to claim you.
He rubbed his cock against your folds, sliding back and forth against them, completely enamored with the way your body coated his erection with your release.
“Aemond.” You pleaded, completely lost in the pleasure.
He enter you slowly, his eye closing in pleasure at the feeling of your body welcoming him. Your legs wrapped around his waist. “Your body is perfect.” He groaned as he began thrusting. “Your body was made for me to own.”
His hands gripped your tights as he began diving into you with passion, he brought his face to your neck, sinking his teeth into the juncture of your throat and your shoulder, marking you as his.
“Aemond!” You gasped his name as he turned you around, placing you on your hands and knees. His hands gripped your hips as he drove again his cock inside you, pounding you with everything he had.
“Mine, you are mine.” He hissed as you tightened against his dick, “You are only mine and you will take what I give you, you will keep my seed safe inside you, you will give me an offspring.” He pushed you against the bed, your cheek rested on the quilt, his hands grabbing both of your wrists. “So beautiful, so full with my children.”
Aemond covered your body with his, his breath against your ear. “Say it.”
You moaned in response.
“Say. It.” He demanded you. “Say it.”
“Yours, only yours.” You moaned.
“Again.” He kissed your shoulder. “Say it again.”
“Yours, please Aemond.” You were so close, you could feel it, you needed it, you needed to be fill with his seed. “Please, please.”
You gasped as you harshly cum, but he didn’t stop, he began chasing his own climax.
He sank his teeth onto your shoulder, the pain prolongating your release as he began to slow down his thrusts until he stood still.
Aemond began kissing your spine. “Mine.” You hummed in delight. “My beautiful wife, only mine.”
“Yours.” You responded back, you felt him smile against your shoulder, he kissed you. “Only yours.”
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Jaune Got Isekai’d
Jaune burst through the door, weapon held at the ready as he levelled it towards the Demon Queen who sat high upon her throne.
Jaune: Defend yourself foul, Demon Queen! For I am, Jaune Arc! The summoned hero brought to this world a year ago to save it from your vile villainy! So I may return home to my family, and loved ones! Now, prepare for the coming reconning!
: Return to your loved ones…? How funny… For that is exactly why I seek to destroy this world, and avenge my beloved!
She rose frm the throne before, Jaune, allowing him to her in all her radiance, as she prepared to duel to the death, the summoned hero.
: I am the Demon Queen, Griselda! I have waged a bloody war to avenge the death of my beloved! And, none shall stop for avenging his departed soul! Prepare do die foolish hero! In the Name of my beloved, Ivan Caliphate! Perish you foolish hero!!!
Jaune: …
Jaune: I’m sorry, what did you say his name was?
Griselda: Ivan, Ivan Caliphate.
Jaune: …
Jaune: Did this guy have a more athletic build, and was about say… 6ft tall?
Griselda: Yes, he did… My dearly beloved, oh I miss you so…
Jaune: Okay… Umm… Did he have a chiseled jaw, sharp nose, hawkish deep green eyes, with black hair. And most importantly, did he have a sort of roguish smile that for some inexplicable reason seemed to make his teeth sparkle, on command…?
Griselda: Y-Yes he did? Wait… do you know him…? Does he live, is he well?! Tell me! I beg of thee, tell me!
Jaune: One l-last question… W-When did you meet him…?
Griselda: I thought I had lost him five years ago… But, with your news I may finally be able to reunite with my beloved!
Jaune: (Sharp inhale!) oh fuck…
Griselda: What is wrong…? Did something happen to him…?
Jaune: Well… Uhh… I’m not really sure how to…?!
Griselda: Grrrr!!! Quit stalling for time, and tell me foolish boy!!!
Jaune: I met him, and his wife about four months ago, at his son’s birthday party…
Griselda: W-Wait…? He’s married?! And, he has a son?!
Jaune: Technically he has two sons, and two daughters, of which the oldest of whom is eight years old…
Grisleda: He was married, and with kids when I met him?! A married man cheated on me?! ME?!
Jaune: Technically, he cheated on his wife, with you. B-But, that’s just a semantic argument; A cheater is a cheater, right…?
Griselda: Wait?! Did he fake his death… J-Just because the little bastard didn’t want to dump me in person?! Face-to-face?!
Jaune: Yes…?
Griselda: That gutless coward! He shall pay! He shall pay for his insolence towards me, The Demon Queen! That whoring bastard shall pay!!! Or, the world shall pay!!!
HE WILL PAYYYY!!!!!
The Demon Queen rose up, dark purple flames burst from her raven wings, as the pointed towards the sky, a huge plume of fire surrounded her body as ig shot into the sky blasting a whole straight through her castle lightening the night in its purplish hues.
Jaune: …
Jaune: Oh fuck…
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Jaune: So after… that happened… Griselda, attacked, Ivan’s home, told the whole story to his wife, who filed for a divorce then on the spot! Of which after the king heard what his nephew had done, and he was furious with him. So he agreed to the annulment, so Ivan, was disowned, disinherited, and cast out from practically everything! And, then a peace summit was held, and a white peace was made, where the only thing, Griselda wanted was, Ivan, which the Kingdom agreed to, so she took him, and created a special demon to torment the cheating bastard for all of eternity. And, after that, there was this party…I dra k too much wine, I honestly have no idea what happened… Then the Demon Queen kindly sent me back Here, and you guys showed up, and asked me if I have been up to anything. And, that’s it.
Pyrrha: …?!
Ren: …?!
Nora: That sounds so awesome!!! Did you get me anything, did you, did you?!
Jaune: I’m sorry, Nora, I tried, but I couldn’t bring anything back with me.
Nora: Naww… I never get anything fun…
Jaune: Maybe next time.
Pyrrha: J-Jaune?
Jaune: Yes?
Pyrrha: W-We’ve been gone for an hour…?
Jaune: Yeah, so?
Ren: You said you were there for over a year?!
Jaune: Yeah, time flows differently here, and there. But, I’m still here! So, what did you three do, it’s been so long since we last spoke.
Pyrrha: Jaune, again, we’ve been gone for an hour.
Jaune: True, however, I haven’t see you in over a year, so you can forgive me for forgetting what ever it was you were doing.
Nora: We we’re getting chocolate!
Jaune: Ohh~! Did you get me anything?
Ren: Jaune?! You haven’t gone anywhere! You’ve been here the whole time!
Jaune: Pfft! Says you…
Ren: Jaune?! There is no way you left the building, the travker on your scroll says you’ve been here the whole time!
Jaune: Oh that’s just because I forgot to take my scroll with me. I left it in Its charger on my desk, see?
Pyrrha: Okay… I think we should take you to the doctor, you need a check up.
Jaune: I’m fine you guys! Perfectly fine!
Ren: Jaune, you’re talking about how you went to this magical fantasy land for over the space of a year, while we went to get some chocolate. Nothing like that could have possibly happened in the space of an hour.
Jaune: Gods! You’re such a kill joy, Ren! Is he always like this, Nora?
Nora: Yes, he is. I think its that green sludge that he likes to drink, it does something to his mind. Something sinister, and dark…
Jaune: We should get that checked out.
Ren: Grr! Jaune! There is no way anything happened to you, while we were gone!
Jaune: Says you, you buzz kill…
Nora: yeah, buzz kill!
Ren: Hey!
Pyrrha: But, this is all a little far fetched don’t you guys think? I mean this couldn’t possibly have hap…?!!
(Bathroom door opens)
Griselda: Okay, just finished up in there. I have to learn how the pumping works, it is just…?! Oh? Hello!
Jaune: Pixy, You’re here, sit down please.
Nora: Pixy?!
Jaune: It’s just a… It’s just a nickname…
Griselda: Oh… I thought it was my pet name~?
Nora: Nice!
Jaune: So… These are my friend I was talking about, Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora. Guys, this is, Pi… Griselda, The Demon Queen.
Griselda: Hello, everyone! Jaune, has told me so much about all of, I’m so pleased to finally meet you!
Nora: Wow! Nice wings!
Griselda: Oh, why thank you~!
Nora: So, what’s the, Queen of the Demons doing in a dump like this?
Griselda: Oh, I just need a vacation. After all the problems with my ex… Haa… I needed a break from it all, and Jaune so kindly offered that I could stay with him for a spell~!
Jaune: It was just an offer, I didn’t think you’d actually take it…
Griselda: Well, it was a nice offer, besides I could spend some time with my new… Lover~!
Pyrrha: L-Lover…?
Jaune: W-What?! Since when?!
Griselda: Since you beded me on the day of your departure~! Twas quite unexpected night, but I was more then willing to accept your blade into my sheath~!
Jaune: W-W-What?!
Nora: Whoo! You got some Fearless-Leader, great job!!!
(Thud)
Nora: And… Pyrrha fainted… oh boy…
Jaune: J-Just one moment, Pixy!
Griselda: Take your time, Love~!
Jaune: So umm… Do you now believe me that I was isekai’d now, Ren? Does this look like a lie to you?! DOES IT?!
Ren: …
Jaune: Ren…? Hello, Remnant to, Ren?
Ren: …
Jaune: Uhh… Nora…?
Nora: …
Nora: He’s dead, Jaune.
Jaune: …
Jaune: Those damn smoothies!!! I knew they were deadly!
Nora: I can’t even gloat about it…
Jaune: So why didn’t you take the shortcut like I told you?
Nora: They wouldn’t let me!
Jaune: Those fools! Will they never learn?!
Nora: Probably not.
Jaune: Curses upon their ancestors!
Nora: Curses!
Griselda: I can do that if you want?
Nora: REALLY?!
Jaune: Oh no…
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I know its Mercy from, Overwatch, I just like that picture/Skin.
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Your post on Melian being the Maia of love, and how the Ainur all had their “domains” has got me wondering, what do you think Mairon’s would have been before corruption or if his corruption had never happened?
Always an interesting question, and thanks so much for being curious about my opinion!
I think his domain was the same before and after corruption, just like Melkor.
The chaos and extremes Melkor represents didn’t need to be evil, in fact they go into how his contribution is almost a way of swirling the domains of the different Valar together, like how Melkor’s influence on Ulmo’s domain creates clouds that allowed him to be close to Manwe… that’s off topic, but I want to point out that corrupted or not we should still be able to see Sauron hold down the same skills as he would as Mairon.
My initial instinct is that he is the Maia of Order, which intensifies into a need for control when he defects to Melkor. This gives us the idea of Sauron being the order in Melkor’s chaos, making his defection an inevitable part of his nature.
Tolkien was writing LotR in letters to his son fighting in WWII at one point, and the parallels between fascism and Mordor were not subtle as a result. Sauron seeks order and to implement that he needs control and for that he needs power. This drives him, and his understanding of systems and order makes him very, very good at getting it.
The rings are very neat and orderly in concept, a heirarchy of power created with numbers significant to each race- there were 3 original elves, 7 fathers of dwarves, and we can assume based on that pattern, 9 was the initial number of men.
But I also think a lot about his symbol being the red eye, and his perception being stifling and practically a weight characters have to bear. He was initially Melkor’s spy in the years of the lamps, so information might be his domain.
Now, Aule would definitely be the Valar of knowledge, so it’s not quite that, but he has a desire to share that knowledge (see creation of the dwarfs) and Mairon was initially one of Aule’s maiar. Also, can I just say that knowledge being the forbidden fruit in Christian mythology and Aule having as much if not more knowledge of the workings of the physical world as Melkor? Very clearly this is why his Maiar keep getting corrupted.
So if I were to marry the idea of order with the eye imagery which screams observation, I think it he would end up with a domain of…
Math.
I’m kidding but I’m also not kidding. Calculations and analysis that orders the world based on observation… hyper intelligence and recognition of patterns, association with chaos…
I think Mairon is the Maia of patterns and calculations… which is basically math.
Trust a liberal arts professor to make their villain a math guy, smh.
Really, information and organization of that information are his strengths, and I think it’s really significant that he ultimately falls because he did NOT have all the information and failed to understand all the factors until it was too late.
Ok, his domain is Order, final answer. But I still secretly think it’s math.
#the sad thing is I am not sure how much I am joking#I’ve always thought ‘order’#and that he is what happens when the hyper-competent PA snaps#tolkien#the silmarillion#jirt#lotr#jrr tolkien#silm#Mairon#Sauron#maiar#Ainur#melkor#I’m sorry
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Unicorn Warriors Eternal ep 7
Sooooo... whomever theorizied early on that Edred ranaway/was engaged and left for Melinda well you (whomever you are I can’t remember the profile8B) you got that right on the dot.
Thoughts on the ep... I suppose again considering her background explains why Edred was always important to her. We may not know everything on their romance but its clear in that scene there’s strong feelings there
Uh... bit surprised the elves went/or stayed into war that long. I can get being upset about the crystal... but didn’t it occur to any of them just to seek him out? Couldn’t they see that, Edred had to help stop the evil? (or was that first death/or whatever like “Oh we can’t do it”).
Also a bit surprised it naturally requires the first born son. oO I’m still wondering why the brother couldn’t just offer himself to begin with. Also... since he’s sorta taking his brother’s identity does that mean Aelwulf is gonna marry that guy’s daughter? (Edred’s original intended)...
Also... why is Edred’s the only one with his original body? Is it because he’s actual magic? (You know supernatural being, in all)... Do Melinda and Seng have bodies in sleep as well?
Soooo Merlin’s back into the mix. Sooo since Copernicus needed that crystal to be fixed...what was the point of the unicorn? I’ll be honest I thought the Unicorn was what powered him. I mean I guess it would explain how Melinda/Edred met, I guess? Merlin went to a future? or something and Unicorn(s) told him to use that crystal for a power up? Maybe I dunno, I’m tired o3o.
In addition to the identities being switched... whats that mean for Edred? I feel like its suppose to mean more. I would say he’ll die.. but technically aren’t other two already dead?o3o
Uhhh... anything else. Again do love that storywise, Emma’s proving Edred wrong. Whether Melinda wants to listen, she is helping her. I like how she stood up for her against Merlin in regards to how she was treated/felt. Thoughhh you can tell there’s been difference in families. Emma (obviously from a loving home) is “you can hug her oO?”. Merlin’s genuinely awkward , again whether its the seriousness or just their family. Merlin doesn’t seem to be the affectionate parent.
And Melinda/Edred wise, I do love how she got all blushy at getting a certain memory back. And it was cute how Edred got hopeful when he thought Melinda was concerned for him.
Deer scene was cute (I mean up until the other elves killed the poor thing), whether thats Emma/or both it was interesting to see a vulnerable side to Melinda.
Then the evil... anyone shock by that revelation? Me, nope. Felt it was too early and Merlin pretty much stated what we all thought. They should have went back to sleep. Sooo gonna assume the fox lady/kitsune was either distraction or again she wasn’t “the evil” just a mere agent.
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Does Jungkook’s wife also have affairs since she is aware of his infidelity?
Jungkook has really ruined his wife’s self esteem and sex drive from how he had treated her while they were still having sex.
She didn’t have a high sex drive to begin with so that’s one of the reasons Jungkook started cheating.
(There really isn’t a good enough reason to start cheating ever so I hope you guys know that I’m not condoning or romanticizing this)
Her perception of sex and intimacy was ruined because of the fact that they had an arranged marriage and they hardly spent any time together before they got married.
They never really had a discussion about what they like during sex until it got closer to the point where they had started to actually fall in love with each other right before they had their son.
She had kind of lost her sex drive again after she had their son it started to feel like more of a chore than anything.
So she doesn’t feel like she has to seek someone out since she doesn’t have that sort of need.
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For The Kingdom Chapter 4
Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3
Summary: The only Princess of Rhodolite, Mercia Michael is content fluttering around the castle. But that changes when a letter is received from Obsidian. In order to prevent war there, she must marry Gilbert. Raising her head, she takes on the new challenge, this is For her Kingdom.
Pairing: Mercia Michael x Gilbert Von Obsidian
AN: He is finally here! It took so long. These chapters run away with m eand I never seem to stop when I plan to. XD
Tagging: @thewitchofbooks,@toloveawarlord, @scorchieart- If your name is crossed out I was unable to tag you. If you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know.
“Leon” seeing her brother, Mercia smiles softly. Accepting his offered arm, he helps her weave through the crowd, many nobles parting to let the royal siblings pass.
“Great minds think alike” arm wrapped lazily around her shoulders, Nokto appears with a glass in his hands.
“Haven’t found any ladies yet Nokto?” Mercia teases her brother, flicking his wrist off her shoulder as she grabs a dessert. Her eyes wander around the ballroom to spot her other brothers as well. Chevalier is in the corner with nobles, bored as ever. Jin and Luke are making their way toward the buffet. Licht, Clavis, and the foreign princes have not made an appearance yet.
“A penny for your thoughts Pixie?” Leon looks over at her and she shakes her head with a smile.
“Just seeing where everyone was. I don’t like going into the crowd blind” Mercia shrugs off the ideas buzzing in her head as Jin and Luke appear. Giving her brothers each a hug, the siblings look over the gathering nobles.
“Hey Mer, how are you feeling?” Jin immediately asks, a protectiveness in his burgundy gaze.
“I am fine, why?” Feeling alert all of a sudden, Mercia’s eyes snap around the room.
“We are just worried after what happened this afternoon” Nokto cuts in, smoothing over her fears and Mercia nods.
“I see, how did you guys hear about that already, it didn’t happen that long ago” Mercia’s eyebrows furrowed as she tries to process how fast the knowledge got to her other brothers. She thought only Yves, Licht, Chevalier, and maybe Clavis knew, depending on where her troublemaking brother was in the garden at the time.
“I have the best network in the palace Pixie, trust me, if a royal was threatened we’d find out quickly.” Nokto reminds the princess, and the surprise leaves Mercia’s face.
“Right, it had everything to do with your network and not the fact that Chevalier pulled us all aside while she was at the tea party to tell us.” Leon snorts, and Mercia rolls her eyes.
“It wasn’t worth pulling you guys aside. We still don’t know where or why the maid wanted me to follow her. Besides, Chev and Lucius would have never let anything happen to me. I am smarter than I look you know. I wouldn’t go with a strange maid without Lucius. Besides I knew Yves and Licht had a tea party planned.” Mercia soothes her brothers.
“It isn’t a big deal to you maybe. But we find it very unsettling that someone tried to take and separate you from everyone else. Keep your guard up Princess. We can’t have anything happen to you.” Leon urges, darkness passing over his face. Mercia sighs, a reassuring smile gracing her face.
“Of course, I’ll be careful. You guys be careful t-” Voices interrupt the princess as a group of young men come over.
“Princess Mercia, will you dance with me?” Bowing before her, she recognizes them as sons of high-ranking nobles seeking favors with her brothers. The orchestra starts the ball music right then and Jin cuts easily through the crowd, bowing before Mercia.
“I am sorry to disappoint you gentlemen but, the Princess’s first dance shall go to her oldest brother” Jin announces with a smirk and Mercia playfully rolls her eyes, taking his hand. Pulling her onto the floor, Jin spins her around under the bright lights, their steps perfectly in sync.
“Remember when Sariel and I taught you how to dance? You looked so cute in your frilly dresses” Jon whispers in her ears and Mercia lets out a squeal.
“No! There will be no talk of when I was learning how to dance” Embarrassment flooding her cheeks and Jin just laughs, his burgundy eyes twinkling in amusement. Thankfully the song ends just then and Mercia moves off the dance floor.
“Princess Mercia, Will you dance with me?” Bowing before her, Prince Keith takes her hand and places a kiss on the back of it.
“Of Course, Prince Keith, I am so happy to see you.” Letting him pull her into his arms, they waltz around the ballroom, smiles on their faces.
“You look beautiful Princess” Keith murmurs softly, his amber eyes seek out hers and she blushes under his gaze.
“Thank you, Prince Keith, you look good too” trying to keep from stuttering under her flush, Mercia casts her gaze down as she wills the blush from her cheeks to fade. Their bodies are pressed together, and Mercia takes comfort in the feeling of his warmth. Falling into a comfortable silence, the two dance close, and Mercia is aware of the gazes of her brothers on them. As the dance ends, Keith walks her back over to the buffet, still conversing with her.
“Princess Mercia, Dance with me” The order comes from her right, and Mercia turns to see a figure in all black approaching, a crimson eye focused only on her.
“Why should she dance with you? I bet she would like to dance with me more.” A second voice cuts in, Silvio appearing just behind Gilbert. Taking a deep breath, Mercia feels Keith let go of her arm and retreat slightly and she immediately misses his warm. Turning to the two Princes, Mercia extends her arm to Prince GIlbert, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up as he takes it.
“I apologize Prince Silvio, but Prince Gilbert did ask first.” Mercia curtsies to the foreign Prince before she is pulled back on the dance floor.
“I’ve missed you little bunny. It’s been so long since we have been able to talk” Gilbert speaks lowly, not letting anyone else hear his words.
“Prince Gilbert, it has been a long time” Mercia murmurs back just as low, she catches Nokto and Jin dancing nearby, their attention clearly on her as they dance with their partners.
“Please, call me Gilbert, or Gil if you would prefer.” Looking up at him, Mercia gives him a shy smile.
“I would rather not Prince Gilbert” Mercia gives him a shy smile and his crimson eyes widen.
“That isn’t very nice Princess, when someone asks you to refer to them like a friend, shouldn’t you do it?”
“It would also be nice to ask people to dance instead of ordering them around” Mercia answers, challenging the Obsidian Prince. Smiling down at her, Gilbert's hand comes up to stroke her cheek, grasping her chin in his fingers.
“Oh you are an absolute treat,” He pulls her closer to him and whispers in her ear. Watching her eyes darken and she shakes her head in response. “Well, that is a shame” The dance ends and the Prince takes her arm, leading her to the edge of the room. Seeing Silvio and a few other nobles making their way toward the couple, Gilbert turns to the Princess.
“Take a walk with me. I wish for fresh air and do not want to get lost in your gardens” The hand tightens on her forearms and Mercia nods her head, letting the Prince guide her out of the room. Once they are away from all the prying eyes he lets go of her arm, properly offering his arm.
“Show me your favorite part of the garden” Gilbert commands, though it seems more like a request than an order and Mercia starts walking. She takes him through the various areas until they are by a fountain surrounded by red and white roses.
“This is my favorite part of the garden, I helped design this area, the fountain and everything” Mercia comments softly, sitting on a bench near the fountain. Still standing Gilbert walks over to one of the Rose bushes, a bush with roses almost crimson in color.
“These roses-” He starts, and Mercia stands up, going to his side, her fingers tenderly stroke the petals of one of the roses, pride, and serenity in her gaze.
“They are one of the rares breeds of roses. It took a long time to get my hands on the seeds of these roses. They require extra resources, and much more care, but are one of my absolute favorites.” Gilbert studies the Princess as she talks about the roses. His hand wraps around hers, tracing the soft petals as well. Going lower on the stem, he picks a single crimson rose from the bush. Bringing the rose up closer to examine, Mercia observes it is the same color as his eye and her smile softens slightly. Bringing the rose down, Mercia feels his hand graze her hair as he sticks the rose amongst her tiara and golden waves.
“Absolutely beautiful” Gilbert murmurs, and Mercia starts at his words, the Prince’s gaze meets hers and she swallows, heart pounding at his proximity
“Princess Mercia?” A voice cuts through the garden, startling the princess as she steps back from Gilbert, disconnecting their hands just as Chevalier’s bodyguard interrupts the conversation. “Forgive the interruption, Prince Chevalier has requested your presence” He bows low before them and Mercia lets out a soft sigh.
“Very well, I’ll be right there Lucian” Mercia agrees, turning to the Obsidian Prince with a curtsey.
“I apologize for running off on you Prince Gilbert, my brother requires my attention. Follow this path out of the garden and it will bring you right to the steps of the ballroom.” Mercia explains, bringing the Prince to a well-lit path. “I appreciate the fresh air and I hope you enjoy your stay in our castle.” Not waiting for the Prince’s response, Mercia moves down the path that Lucian set down, nearly running into the bodyguard.
“Oh!” Letting out a startled squeak, she looks up into familiar silver eyes as his arms reach out and steady her.
“Careful Princess, His highness would kill me if you got injured” Lucian murmurs softly, and Mercia lets out a reassuring smile. She slips her arm through his as they start heading back to the castle. Neither turns back to notice the Obsidian Prince leave the garden, melting into the darkness. The only proof of his presence is the red rose in Mercia’s hair and the pounding of Mercia’s heart.
“Thank you, dearest Lucian, have you seen Lucius? I was just looking for him” She asks and a voice interrupts her.
“I’m right here Princess” Appearing on her other side with his hand on his sword, Lucius gives her a little bow and Mercia’s face lights up as she gets closer to the castle with her guards, grinning at them.
“Well thank you for the save” She murmurs, squeezing Lucian’s arm and he smiles at her.
“Of course Princess, his highness was not happy when you were escorted out of the ball with the Obsidian Prince, especially after the events of earlier.” Lucian explains and Mercia tilts her head in wonder.
“How did you already hear about the garden incident Lucian? I know Chevalier told my other brothers, but for you to know too” Mercia furrows her brow and Lucian smoothes it back out with the pad of his thumb.
“I was there Princess, just in the shadows. Had you left with the maid, I had orders to follow and keep you safe.” Lucian replies and warmth spreads through Mercia’s body. Letting her smile spread across her face, she squeezes Lucian’s arm.
“You two always take such good care of me” The appreciation in her voice warms the hearts of the twin bodyguards, both looking down at her with affection in their silver gazes.
“That’s because you are an absolute delight to protect, Rhodolite's own little ray of sunshine.” Lucius wraps an arm around her protectively, lowering his head above her ear. She giggles when his breath caresses her ear, a flush covering her face.
“Come on Lucius, Prince Chevalier is waiting for the princess.” Lucian cust into the moment, a smile playing on his lips as they accompany her to the library. Not bothering to knock, she goes in first to see her brother sitting in his section of the library in his chair.
“Hey” Mercia curtsies as she enters the room, a smile on her lips as she approaches her brother, his attention down to the book in his lap.
“Mercia” The book snaps closed and Mercia can hear the ice in his voice.
“Yes, Chevalier?” Her voice is even, meeting her brother's eyes and his expression darkens.
“What was that about earlier?”
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Monday, 5 June 2023
If I didn’t know about this show’s insanely long production cycle, I could swear that they were addressing my specific concerns right now.
First: Chloe. Chloe has never been interesting to me. But I want her to be! The performer seems pretty capable! They just haven’t given her anything good to do since I started watching. And that’s partially because any time they have something potentially good for her, it happens offscreen. Like the confrontation she had with Gwen on her first day working at the Spectator.
WHY WOULD THEY NOT SHOW US THAT?
But the good part comes when Xander talks her down, cooks her a Scottish breakfast-for-dinner and then turns the charm up so far that the dial breaks off. This culminates in a little speech about how Scottish people have invented all kinds of important things, including kissing. “They didn’t invent kissing,” says Chloe. “Well, okay. But we did perfect it.” And then they kiss!
When these two moved in together, I could not have been less interested. But they have real chemistry and I completely bought this little mini-seduction.
Second: we’re finally moving forward with the “Nicole’s pregnancy” plot! Soaps are famous for dragging plots out unnecessarily, but honestly, Days does this so infrequently that I notice (and get bugged) when it does happen.
But now we have an answer! And the baby is… not Eric’s! Which means it’s EJ’s! Eric is dejected. EJ is thrilled and supportive. It’s all very cute, but this is not the last we’ll hear of this plot today. The rest was a proper DUN-DUN-DUUUUUN! (played on an old school pipe organ, natch) moment, so I’ll save it for the end.
While all of this is happening at the hospital, Jada visits Sloan’s apartment with a warrant (again) and tosses the place (again) looking for evidence of Colin. She finds none. The number of times the Salem PD hassles this poor women for the EXACTLY ZERO CRIMES she’s committed is insane to me, especially given that she’s a lawyer.
But Sloan is not defenseless. As Jada rifles through her stuff, she catches the detective up on current events. “Hey, remember when you were pregnant with Eric’s baby and Nicole talked you into having an abortion? Remember the awful, complicated web of emotions that created? Well now Nicole’s pregnant and it might be Eric’s!”
Just in case you doubted that Sloan plays fucking hardball.
Gwen has heard that Dimitri Von Leuschner (pictured here in an accurately terrible rendition of what I can only assume is his passport photo) is in town and tries to convince Leo to seek the guy out for a story. Leo passes (not before mentioning how much he’d like to kiss Dimitri and also fuck him), so Gwen decides to go after the story herself.
And speaking of Dimitri, we resume seeing what he’s up to right after he told his mother not to have a cow to cool her jets.
First, he reminds us that he’s met his Aunt Kristen before, in the Beyond Salem miniseries, where she had a gun pointed at his genitals for an entire scene. (This was actually an entirely different Kristen, but explaining what that means would only confuse matters.)
Then his mother presents her latest scheme: to marry them to one another. No, seriously.
They’re not blood relatives, she argues. And the Von Leuschner family has a bunch of money for Dimitri if he gets married before he turns 40. And he’s currently 39. (“39 and 3/4,” adds Megan in the most economically written piece of Overbearing Mom dialogue imaginable.)
Kristen and Dimitri both reject the idea. “But then who will my son marry?” she says, seconds before Gwen enters with the flawless comedic timing of these two.
“Giving Gwen something interesting to do” was very high on the aforementioned wish list and I could not be more thrilled by this direction. But wait. There’s one more beautiful Gift for AAl Specifically today.
Eric returns home and catches Sloan up about the Nicole situation. Sloan expresses sympathy for Eric, but also relief.
Then we get this amazing flashback where we find out that Sloan actually swabbed her own cheek so that the test would come back negative! So that baby could still be Eric’s after all!
DUN-DUN-DUUUUUN!
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The Deities Project: Part 9
An early notion for the Keys & Kingdoms universe was to divide its world into sections ruled by three pantheons, and those would be the historical pantheons of Greek, Norse, and Egyptian mythology! As it turned out, the 3rd Edition D&D supplement “Deities & Demigods” included stats for those exact three pantheons, and I carefully studied that for guidance on how to reinterpret those legendary pantheons for use in a fantasy world.
And so began this project: drawing all 53 historical deities depicted in that book. Casey Gosselin drew their symbols and Stacy Lord drew the characters themselves. Neither saw the illustrations in the D&D book, but we stuck to what the book claimed as their symbol, their sacred weapon, and very general appearance. The big project lasted from October 2019 to August 2020. Since then, we’ve been putting more research into the real myths and other gods, but these will still form the foundation for the core members of the pantheons and what they’ll look like when the K&K universe begins.
This is an 11-part series presenting all the art anew and talking about the ideas behind it! Presented in the order in which they were done, which is approximately in the order of strongest to weakest according to their rankings in the D&D book. Don’t forget to check out Stacy and Casey’s own pages:
This is for sure a favorite design of mine! The blue skin with the very pale hair looks awesome, the single-bladed greataxe, the proper bikini armor - and some actual muscles, to emphasize in her final design! Mm-hmm. Probably the most shoehorned a character’s symbol ever became… you can’t embroider fur, what the heck was I thinking?
Skadi’s got a funny backstory - a Jotun who wanted to defect to Asgard, she came seeking to marry Baldur. Odin didn’t want to just give Baldur away, so had her instead choose her husband from a lineup of various bachelor Asgardians while only able to see their feet. She hoped the cleanest pair of feet belonged to Baldur, but they turned out to be Njord’s. It seems she wasn’t happy with Njord, and they eventually divorced and Skadi ended up with Sif’s son Uller - I imagine she was happier there, as Skadi married to Uller seems a bit more “status quo”. Also, one of her domains is skiing. She is the goddess of skiing. People make fun of her for that.
Speaking of Uller, seems he’s on a similar power level to his wife. I believe mythically he’s Sif’s son and thus Thor’s stepson, but, eh, sometimes these tangled myths are worth simplifying, let’s say he’s Thor’s son as well. So… pretty good design, wearing a lot more layers than most, looks pretty adventurous and the colors are nice together. Basically, setting the standard for what more final designs ought to look like. And I love his extra-long silky hair!
Here we have my very favorite deity design in the whole collection! A lot of ideas together I wasn’t sure would work but sure as hell do - such as the animal-headed deities occasionally having human hair, his mace being golf club shaped, his sleepy red eyes, his condemning point, and overall slender frame. Really sweet. The symbol on his belt being the scales of life and death was another ad-lib from Stacy. Totally awesome. And the jackal head symbol is nice! Like Bast’s cat symbol, I figured it represents just a general jackal rather than Anubis himself, as evidenced by their different eye colors.
And we’re out of the lesser gods and into the demigods, in this case not meaning gods of partially mortal descent, but instead gods who have just the bare minimum amount of worshipers to be proper gods; deific beings without enough worshipers are called quasi-gods.
Nike is, er, sort of a Titan, I guess? She and her three siblings are more like embodiments of concepts - she is victory, and the most noteworthy beside her these days is Kratos, who embodies strength, because his name is now well-known as the protagonist of the God of War series… just his name, there wasn’t really much to the strength guy to borrow from.
Anyway, Nike. Kind of an angel of victory! I suppose there ought to be an explanation of some sort for why only a small handful of gods have wings… anyway, Casey and I both counted this among our favorite symbols, I like that sort of Christmas-angel version of her, and making it generally darker in color than her actual self, that feels legit. I specified a “trumpet-shaped mace”, and Stacy clearly didn’t know what that meant, as she made a flail with a trumpet-shaped handle, and I just didn’t say anything because I wanted to get through to the end of this thing, so, this is the other one besides Tyr that I really regret. But much less than him, because besides her weapon, her design is top-notch.
Apep! Sometimes called Apophis. Peppy, to his friends. This fiendish fiery serpent is the enemy to the Pharaonic gods - certainly a very different sort of deity to all the rest. Lots of novelty in his being totally non-humanoid. While usually depicted as a big python with some dragon-like traits, I thought making him a big thick cobra would be a fun new thing! Though since then I have seen him drawn as a cobra in one other place, a cool YouTube channel that explains lots of myths, been a valuable resource. Apep is important as we start out, since he will be the force behind the villains of “Keys & Kingdoms: The Choices”. So, yeah, I’m very happy he turned out this damn good!
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NAME: Ira James
AGE: 45
BIRTHDAY: February 21st, 1977
BIRTHPLACE: Iron River, Georgia
ETHNICITY: Afro American
OCCUPATION: Landscape Artist
NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male / Masculine Pronouns
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
TIME IN IRON RIVER: 7 Months (as of MAY 2022)
IMPORTANT LINKS: Current Connections
Ira James was conceived under relatively normal circumstances. His father and mother had been together, but before Ira had the chance to see the world, they split due to their own personal differences. In any other story, Ira would’ve been raised in a typical type of household you would see today. Weeks with mom, weekends at dads... but due to his mother’s history, he would wind up at the footsteps of his father, Donald, and his wife’s, Laura’s, doorstep at 4 months old, none the wiser.
The story of his birth had been a secret kept from Ira, due to his birth mother’s, Eden’s, wishes. She had fallen back with her ex boyfriend who had been involved with a gang that got her in some trouble, and her not being able to take care of him was something she didn’t want him to know. So, up until the age of 15, Ira lived his life as Ira James, the eldest of the James siblings. As a child, Ira was responsible and obedient. He listened well and always did what his parents told him to do. He never disobeyed and by the time the next James was born, he was 11 and was more than ready to help.
For Ira, being the eldest was easy. He realized very quickly that his parent’s attention switched to his younger siblings fast. And sure, while there was small fits of jealousy, he was mostly excited. His once strict household quickly loosened after the arrival of the youngest James, allowing Ira to earn his privacy and explore the Mines as he pleased. Surprisingly, what entertained him the most was exploring his own household. However, Ira realized very quickly that exploring didn’t always lead to something greater— rather, it was the truth that was being held from him for the past five years.
During his freshman year of high school, Ira stumbled upon letters in his father’s study addressed to him from a woman named Eden. It didn’t take long for Ira to realize who Eden was, and despite the shock that Laura wasn’t his real mother, he was more so angry about the fact that this had been hidden from him. The night Ira confronted his parents changed his life forever. He started becoming distant and spent most of his days attempting to reconnect with his birth mother, who was still in prison to this day. He had lucked out on a baseball scholarship due to being distracted, as Eden became the only person he cared about. Ira barely passed high school, but had plans that would ensure his future. Throughout his senior year, he swore to Eden in various letters that he would move to Tennessee and find work, and that when she got out, he’d take care of her.
And so, despite his parent’s wishes, he did. Ira bought a one way ticket to Nashville and rode the bus, already inquiring various landscaping jobs his father had helped him obtain. A few days after arriving, Ira got to work and planned to seek his plan through. Along the way, Ira fell in love with a woman, Michelle, who’s backyard he had been working on for around three months, who he ended up marrying three years later.
Up until this point, Ira seemed to have it all. His mother was living at home, dating some guy from the senior center, his wife was happy, and he was a father. Being a father wasn’t easy by any means, and as his son grew, Ira had a new found respect for his own father. He realized leaving home and hardly having any contact with his family was a bit harsh, but by the time he had felt ready to rekindle his relationship with them, Michelle had been diagnosed with breast cancer and five years later, passed away.
Taking care of his late wife’s funeral took a toll on him, as it had been the first time since his wedding that he had seen his family. Witnessing how completely broken his son had become, Don advised Ira to move back to Iron River and reconnect with his siblings. He reasoned that his mother, Eden, was taken cared of and his son, Noah, needed his family. Ira didn’t need much convincing, and a few months later, the two of them moved to Iron River to start the next chapter of their lives, even if they weren’t ready for it just yet.
POSITIVE TRAITS: helpful, understanding, patient
NEGATIVE TRAITS: fussy, over-protective, detached
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How To Pick The Perfect Baby Name
Honor Your Culture
Choosing a name out of your cultural history is a beautiful manner to honor your Fooz Kids history. Spanish stunners encompass Marisol and Javier, French beauties you might like are Elodie and Laurent, and early African-American names that could strike a chord include Cato and Temperance. An on-line search for names out of your way of life is bound to turn up at the least one that you love.
Look Up Meanings
This step is imperative so that you don’t become choosing a name with a that means that horrifies you. You may love the sound of Giselle, for instance, however did you know it method “hostage”? Or that Cecilia approach “blind” and Cameron method “crooked nostril”? Yikes. You may also decide which you love the moniker sufficient to miss the that means, but be prepared to laugh it off whilst a person unavoidably asks you the importance of your toddler’s call. You should prepare a one-liner inclusive of, “It method ‘blind’, however that felt right due to the fact my grandma became blind so we selected it to honor her.” Deliver it with a straight face and watch humans’s jaws drop (in case you dare).
Contemplate All Possible Nicknames
One mom I spoke to instructed me that she named her daughter Regina – reported “Re-JEE-na” – because she loved the regal sound of it. Sadly, Regina’s classmates have been brief to nickname her “Regina Vagina” and “Ra-jay-jay Va-jay-jay.” Sigh… why can kids be so merciless?! It’s a terrific concept to brainstorm viable nicknames along with your accomplice or some other trusted family member or buddy to make certain there isn’t a few stunning possibility you’re overlooking.
Consider The Importance Of The Middle Name
You can also pick your child’s center call based entirely at the fact that it fits well with their first and closing names, however you can additionally use it to honor a member of the family which includes a grandparent or a liked aunt. It’s additionally a pleasing area to “conceal” a circle of relatives lifestyle. A friend of mine married a man referred to as Richard and all of the guys in his family for some thing like 12 generations have been named… you guessed it… Richard. My friend didn’t need to insult anybody in the circle of relatives, however she did NOT need to name her son Richard XIII. Don’t question me how she did it, however she by some means convinced the circle of relatives that the lifestyle had long gone on long sufficient and that her son must be referred to as Damian Richard. Phew!
Don’t Forget About The Initials
This might sound petty, but your child’s initials are another critical attention. Alyssa Sydney Scott (A.S.S.), for example, is NOT an excellent concept. Nor is Fiona Mary Lawrence (F.M.L.) One ashamed mama admitted to me that she found out too late that her daughter’s initials – F.C.K. – could probably be construed as a horrific phrase. She’s ready with bated breath till her daughter starts offevolved school and hoping nobody notices! Write down the initials of all of the call mixtures you’re thinking about just to make certain.
Say It Out Loud
Do the first, center and final names have a rhythmic glide when you say them out loud? Hunter David Jackson sounds nice, however Jackson Grayson McMasterson…now not so much. While you’re at it, do a Google seek to make certain there aren’t any sordid characters that carry the equal name as your unborn child. The remaining element you want is for people to say, “Wasn’t there an grownup movie celebrity known as that?!”
Don’t Stress Too Much
If you do make a mistake and remorse the call you selected, don’t panic – you've got alternatives. You should use a nickname in your infant forevermore and forget that their actual call exists – as an instance, your smart invention ‘Nicoxavieriah’ should surely emerge as ‘Nick’. Or you can use their middle call as their first call – subsequently the importance of selecting the center name accurately. And if worse comes to worst, you could always change your child’s call legally. It calls for lots of office work and a few charges, however it’s not not possible.
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“Were you always like this, Ajax? Murderous, troublesome… obnoxious.”
"Obnoxious? Me? Surely, you're mistaken."
Ajax places a hand to his chest, which is now adorned with Fatui garments instead of the patched-together shirts Tonia practiced her sewing on. There’s an urge burning inside you to retaliate against his lackadaisical response by raising your voice, or perhaps storming off altogether, but that would not bring long-term satisfaction.
You’ve been silent for too long. If his parents aren’t willing to speak sense into their bloodthirsty son, then you’re willing to take up the mantle. You’re convinced the people of this fishing town have gone mad. What pride is there to take in one of their own joining the Harbinger’s ranks, at such a young age at that? They’re making it inflate his already insufferable ego further.
If he thought he could waltz in here and expect the same treatment from you, then he’s got another thing coming.
“You’re focusing on the wrong word, Ajax,” you point out, arms crossed and feet tapping impatiently. “Why not give some reflection to the ‘murderous’ description?”
“Cause I didn’t seek you out to linger on such gloomy topics. How about we change the subject to something more fun. Hm, let’s see... you got a boyfriend yet?”
“Insufferable, absolutely insufferable,” you pinch the bridge of your nose. When Ajax came knocking at your door, his smile all teeth and chest puffed out, you couldn’t stop him from inviting himself in. So here he is. Sitting at your table, eating your soup, making your day generally worse in every regard.
“I’m noticing a distinct lack of response on the boyfriend subject. There’s nothing on your ring finger either... good, good. Glad to see you took what I said before leaving to heart.”
You grimace at the memory. Ajax had stumbled up to you during his sendoff party, drunk on Snezhnaya’s finest, slurring a promise to marry you upon his return.
“I did no such thing. This may come as a surprise, but the world does not revolve around you.”
“On the contrary,” Ajax interjects, “You’d be surprised by how much it does. I’m kind of a bad guy, y’know? Important and all that.”
He pauses to think, then adds, “And also single. Not to mention handsome, in a rugged sort of way, well-off, the list goes on.”
“I hope you choke on that damned soup.”
“Huh, didn’t know you were into that,” Childe dodges the cup you throw his way, “I mean it, though. No special someone? Anyone caught your eye? Lemme know so I can sign ‘em up for the next draft.”
“What business is it to you?”
He tilts his head, blinking owlishly. “There isn’t anyone... right, [First]?”
The frigid winds native to your country scarcely compare to the iciness of his tone. You shiver, hugging your jacket closer to your person, unable to look Ajax in the eye. A hush falls over the room while he drums his fingers against the table. Slowly, patiently, like the hunter pulling his bow taut while his prey grazes, unaware.
“... No, there isn’t.”
“Fantastic! That makes my life easier,” and just like that, his mood switches. “So, completely unrelated question, but what’s your ring size? Mind giving a guy a hint?”
You really don’t think dealing with this walking disaster is good for your heart.
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Mob!Tom
* = smut
* Red Light - @spidey-sophie
every night there are a variety of customers but this night is different - as you’re doing your usual dance routine, you notice the hottest guy you’ve seen in a while, and he is looking back at you, his eyes are burning your skin way more than the blaring stage lights - who is this man and why do you feel this way? it’s almost like you’re doing this dance for him and his eyes only
* Settle - @duskholland
distance may make the heart grow fonder, but you’d spend every day by tom’s side if you could
* Meet Your Match - @duskholland
it’s always awkward when your current boyfriend meets your ex, but it’s a whole new level when it transpires that your ex-boyfriend is the leader of tom’s rival mob...
* Uncharted Territory - @duskholland
you've been with men before, but you've never been with tom - he's intent to prove that he can show you satisfaction beyond your wildest dreams
As You Are - @duskholland
who could've known showing up to work late one night would put you in touch with a mysterious stranger, capable of turning your life upside down
* Getting His Fill - @duskholland
you've been a brat all day, and tom's had enough
Die For You - @duskholland
tom's got a secret: you want to know what it is - he's desperate to keep you in the dark - unfortunately for him, secrets have the habit of coming to light eventually, sometimes in the worst way possible
* Stuck With(out) You - @duskholland
when the law finally catches up to london's most notorious mobster, tom learns that nothing is fair in love and war
* Got Your Six (Series) - @dlwritings
y/n and her sister are best friends, they never get into any trouble, and they like the simple lives they lead - trouble starts to follow their every step, but with the help of mob boss tom and his consigliere harrison, they just might make it out alive
* I Think He Knows - @sleepyhollands
tom takes y/n to an important event, and she wonders if her boyfriend knows what he does to her
* Match Made In Hell (Series) - @spidernerdsblog
you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you - everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal - you hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge - will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?
* Intrinsic - @hollandsmushroom
you are attending a meeting of the families with tom when his rival has the audacity to insinuate something he shouldn’t, challenging the peace agreements that had just been established, tom has to claim what is his
* Tease - @tom-holland-parker
after a bad mistake of wanting to make tom jealous you have to deal with the consequences of being a tease
What Baby? - @tom-holland-parker
dating the leader of the toughest gang in london was bound to gain you enemies - so after one particular encounter y/n in sent to the hospital to recover but they didn’t expect this news
* Choices - @arvinsescape
you become the product of someone’s torture and now you have to decide what you want
* Fiancé - @jxlystan
y/n and tom are coming home from a gala and y/n notices that tom was tense from all the work and meetings from the past few days and decides that she would help him relax
Someday Is Today (Series) - @asonofpeter
for the past five years, you and tom were comfortable raising your son together - everything was fine, but as your lives take a turn; nothing seems to be the same
Strictly Business (Series) - @asonofpeter
working as the assistant of london’s most feared mob boss for a few years, your relationship was purely professional but after he caught himself eavesdropping on your conversation, he couldn’t help but offer a proposal…it was strictly business; or so you thought
* I Can't Help Falling In Love With You - @tommydarlings
the leader of the london mafia is the devil in person and you would do everything you can to end him, wouldn't you?
Mr & Mrs Holland - @jeyramarie
most powerful couple in the country but it’s not tom you should be fearing
Run To Me (Series) - @hollandroos
nothing ever goes as planned; you’d heard that saying a hundred and one times before but it wasn’t until you were packing your bags to leave that it really hit you- nothing ever went as planned
Liar - @huntergatherercreator
you find out what tom does for a living
The Takedown (Series) - @huntergatherercreator
nyc has a new drug lord determined to wipe out any and all competition in order to grow his empire - you’re going undercover to stop him
* Rest For The Wicked - @hazofmyheart
when you go to help relieve some of your boyfriend's stress prior to a meeting with a rival mobster who can't seem to keep his eyes to himself. tom takes the opportunity to remind you who you belong to
* Bad Reputation (Series) - @hazofmyheart
unwillingly caught up in the life of a well known london mob, y/n finds love in unlikely places but is the dangerous lifestyle too much for her to handle?
Remember That Night - @thegirlintheswivelchair
months after breaking up, tom reaches out and unearths the memories you had worked so hard to let go of
* Shoot Me Down (Series) - @binkysh0e
viola folliero was no doubt the brains, and the beauty, behind the folliero mob, placing them as one of the most powerful families in europe alongside the hollands - so when they both get ambushed within the space of a week, an alliance is formed to protect their names
Failed Surprises - @tomthesoftie
y/n worrying about tom, sobbing, holding each other, soft comforting with tom
Iced Latte (Series) - @blissfulparker
tom is one of the most infamous mob owners of london when one day he spots a woman in a coffee shop and falls in love with her but finds something darker
* Happiness Is A Butterfly (Series) - @blissfulparker
you and tom spend your whole lives looking for your soulmates - how could you not see that you two were right under each other’s noses both coming from a mob family?
Always But Not Forever - @spideymarvelws
during the interrogation of a mole, tom learns something
* Forget Me Not (Series) - @angelic-holland
y/n leads a rather simple life running her floral shop in a small storefront in east london - tom leads a dangerous life; filled with guns, drugs, fighting, and intimidation
Risk - @mendespideys
tom takes it upon himself to find a way to keep you safe from the dangers that come with the mob life
* Power Trip (Series) - @sinfulserpents
he installs fear in everyone he comes across, leaves people quite literally shaking in their boots, but not her - you never imagined that you would get caught up in the life of one of the biggest mobs, nor the life of tom holland, the biggest mob boss in new york but now that you were, he wasn’t going to let you go that easy
Positive - @stylesharrys
he’s the big bad mob boss with a reputation to uphold…but now he also has a family to consider
* Confess To Me - @little-diable
she gets offered one last chance to make it back into the holy realm, one last chance to prove her worth - turning a sinner pure can’t be that difficult, can it?
* 2 Hearts, 22 Calibers (Series) - @heyhihellowhatsup0
despite discovering the new owner of the club you work at may have his own secrets hidden, the temptation to get closer to him outweighs your trepidation..
In The End - @parkersbliss
you either both make it out alive or don’t
Take You Home - @hoefortomhoelland
tom goes clubbing and bumps into you, but he can’t stay away from you - at the end of the night, you walk away but he’s desperate to find you again
* I Only Feel You (Series) - @stuckonspidey
a world in which soulmates feel their other half, physically and emotionally - y/n has given up on finding her soulmate, given up on trying to decipher the sensations he feels and the lifestyle he leads–prompting her to give up on him - her other half, she’d come to find, is the leader of the holland crime family, and in no means the easiest person to love
Playing God - @bi-writes
“what’s mine is yours"
* Predictable - @bi-writes
can you ever keep a secret from a man such as tom holland?
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Coming Home (C.E)
Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Masterlist)
Summary: dad!Chris Evans. Chris comes home to his twins fighting and he scolds them. But he also takes care of their wounds with you and then you all go out to eat ice cream and have a family day.
Warnings: None. Minimum angst but fluff all the way.
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"Where are the kids?" Your husband came and sat right next to you on the couch. It was a shock to him when he didn't see his two little munchkins clinging to his legs the moment he entered the house. It has been kind of their routine from the moment they could walk on their little two legs.
“They are busy playing in their play room. Why are you not happy about it?” You knew that after a full day of shooting, coming home to two energetic kids was tiring and stressful. So you were shocked when he wasn’t glad to have a moment of peace by himself.
“Well, they are a part of my routine now. It feels weird not having them jumping around me.” The three year olds have always been more attached to Chris than you. Initially, you were a little jealous that the twins focused all their attention on your husband but now you were glad. Having a piece of quiet while he handled the children was pretty awesome.
You both had pretty successful careers and when the twins came into your lives, you both decided that you would handle it all together. In the start, each one of your married girlfriend told you that you had to quit your job as the marketing head because being a mom was a full time job. You were scared and when you shared your concerns with Chris, he consoled you and told you that you would both do it all. Having successful careers while being good parents.
“Just spend sometime with me while Emma and Jason are distracted.” Pouring him a glass of wine, you leaned in to him with your head on his shoulder.
“That is a good way to spend my evening. How was your day, sweetheart?”
“It was hell. My boss gave me a project to complete with a bizarre timeline and when I couldn’t complete it on time. He just took it all out on me in front of my colleague.” Today was humiliating for you and you couldn’t wait to get home, drink a nice glass of wine and relax. “Hated it, babe. How about you?
“Well, my co star couldn’t get her part right so we had to do the same scene five times. We are behind on shooting now and I have to get up early tomorrow morning so that we can catch up to the schedule.” Sighing, he took a long sip of the red liquid and felt his muscles relaxing.
There was a moment of silence that enveloped the room and you just basked in it. “A crappy day for us both.”
“Indeed. Let’s do something exciting then.” He kissed you and just when things were about to get heated, a piercing scream interrupted the moment.
“What-What is happening?” He was still in a haze and couldn’t properly interpret anything.
“It looks like your kids are fighting again.”
“Are you going to handle them?”
“Oh no!” Laughing at his incredulous request, you picked up your glass again. “You wanted to spend time with them so go on.”
Chris got up from the couch and went upstairs. Emma and Jason love each other to death but they have been fighting from the womb. Emma is the stubborn one and while, Jason backs out most of the time. Sometimes, he retaliates and it turns real bad, real fast. They were pretty hot headed, just like you.
“What is happening here?” The dad mode was fully in place when he saw his little girl sitting on the floor with hands pressed to a bloody forehead and his little boy trying to console her.
“She pushed me and then I pushed her. Not my fault. But she hurt, daddy.” The panic in Jason’s eyes was evident.
“(Y/N)! Come here, right now!” You scrambled to your feet as soon as Chris’s voice boomed across the living room. “You never hurt your sister, Jason. This is not alright.” The stern voice was new for Chris but the situation required it.
“But, daddy-”
“No excuses, Mister. Now, apologise to your sister and no toys for you for the whole week.” He got in to action with the first aid kit that he took out of their walk in closet. Emma was still crying her lungs out even when Chris tried to console her. She was not letting him touch the wound and was squirming uncontrollably in his lap.
“Daddy, why you always bla- blame me? Hate you.” Hiccuping, he stuttered on the big words and then stomped out of the room. You tried to stop your son but he just ran past you.
“What is- Oh my god!” The blood was now soaking up your little girl’s shirt and she still wouldn’t let Chris touch the wound.
The one thing that your kids inherited from your husband was the fear of blood and stitches. The small three year old knew that a boo boo that hurts really bad will lead to stitches. You knew how to handle all three of your babies in situation like these. Taking Emma from your husband, you hugged her lightly.
“Bubba, I need to look at your boo boo and then you can have the Elsa bandage.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” When she removed her chubby, little hand, you were relieved that the cut was not big or deep. A bandage would just do the trick. You softly hummed a tune in her ears while you applied an antiseptic to the wound and then the band aid. She had tears streaming down her face and she was sniffling quietly. Chris took her from you when you were done and gently rocked her in his arms. He always loved it when both your children seeked comfort in you. It reminded him of how lucky he was to have you. “Where did Jason go?”
“I scolded his regarding this and he threw a tantrum.” When Emma heard Jason’s name, she further curled herself into his chest.
“Give her to me.” Raising her face by holding her chin, you sternly asked her. “Tell me what happened, young lady?”
With a guilty tone, she told you both that she was the one who pushed Jason first. They were both playing with the doll house that Chris bought Emma as her third birthday present. Jason wanted to add his toy cars to the doll house but she won’t allow it. She pushed him first and he hit his wrist on the small coffee table but then he pushed her back. When she fell back, she hit her head on the side of the wooden house.
“You are going to apologise to him, Emma. I told you that this much anger is not alright, bubba.” Chris took her to the twin’s room that had two different themes running through it. Emma was never a fan of the color pink so she went with purple and Jason really loved yellow, so he got that. The room looked like a clown’s den but Chris was never the one to deny his children’s requests. They had his whole heart well, except you.
“Jace, Emma would like to say something to you.” Setting her on her feet, she went towards his elder brother by barely three minutes.
“I am sorry, Jacey. Never should have pushed you. Kiss your boo boo to make up?” He nodded gently when his sister climbed in to the body. Extending the bruised wrist, Emma held it in her hands and lightly pecked on it. Meanwhile, you got a numbing cream for Jason and you stopped in the doorway with Chris and watched their interaction. They were your and Chris’s two little bundle of joys and you both couldn’t get enough.
“I am sorry that I yelled at you, baby. You two will not have your toys for a week. But who wants ice cream right now?” They both jumped at the mention of their favorite treat.
Chris had a way with the children. He completed all their wishes from eating ice cream as dinner or buying the most expensive toys for them. Making them happy was his primary job and he fulfilled it with great joy. However, he knew when to step up. He knew when to tell them no because he didn’t want his children to be some spoiled brats. He knew how to mediate and that was one of the many thing that you loved about him.
“I will get your jackets while daddy will help you with your shoes.” Going downstairs, you placed Dodger’s food in his bowl because you were going to be out for sometime. Chris always turns a simple outing to a full blown family day. A walk in the park, dinner at a high end restaurant and then shopping at the mall.
“Let’s go.” He buckled both the kids in their respective booster seats and made sure that they both had their preferred stuff toys. God knows, if they didn’t have them on their car ride.
The ice cream place on the fifth avenue was your favorite because it was where Chris took you on your first date. Both the children went for chocolate ice creams and Chris cleaned them up after they were done anything. It was so wholesome to watch him perform his dad duties.
“Then Oliver tried to eat dirt and the teacher gave him a time out.” You never understood why your son was friends with that boy because all he ever cared about was dirt.
“That’s why I hate boys. They are dirty.”
“That’s right, bubba. They are all dirty and disgusting. You stay away from all of them.” Gently nudging him with your shoulders, you playfully scoffed at him. He was sometimes very protective of his children.
“Ollie said girls also have icky germs.”
“Yes. You also stay away from them.” Chris was full on laughing at the situation right now because both the kids were in some serious thoughts.
“Okay dadda.” They both started skipping on the side walk and already started bickering about who was their dad’s favorite. He took you in his arms and kissed you on the forehead.
“Thank you for all this, babe. I love you.” He was truly thankful for you and for everything that you brought in his life.
“I love you too. Now let’s buckle them in before they start pushing each other again.”
Hope you guys enjoyed it!!
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A/N: Dad Chris Evans is a dream so I wanted to write a little blurb related to this idea. Hope you guys enjoyed it. You guys can send in requests but I will get to them a little bit later because I am focusing on my drafts right now. Tell me if you guys want to be added to the tag list.
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~Metal Family headcanons~
These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf
Glam
Bisexual
Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.
He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.
Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.
Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.
He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.
This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.
This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.
Vicky
Also bisexual!
Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)
She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?
She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.
She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.
Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.
Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.
Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.
Rest of the family under the cut!
Heavy
Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.
Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.
I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.
Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.
He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!
Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.
Dee
I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.
Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.
Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.
The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.
Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.
He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.
Ches
Pansexual.
He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?
Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?
Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.
More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.
Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.
Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.
Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.
That would be all!
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Haikyuu!! Boys getting accidentally hit ‘where it hurts’ by their kids
Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou, Numai and Iizuna
Happy Easter if you celebrate it!! I thought a fluffy little hc’s of the Haikyuu!! Boys with their babies would be cute for today so here we are~
Warnings: Uh- just our favorite boys getting hit in the balls, I’m seeking more therapy I laughed way too hard while writing this uHm, mentions of grabbing the crotch cause what else you gonna do??, I do reference the Bad-dad moments and being flashed posts.
**POST TIMESKIP CAUSE CHILDREN!! YOU AND THE HAIKYUU!! BOYS ARE MARRIED~ ALSO THE NUMBER OF KIDS THEY HAVE CAME FROM THE BAD-DAD MOMENTS!!**
@foodacoochie I thought you might want to see this~
Akaashi Keiji:
Today was Akaashi’s day off, so naturally he wanted to spend it with his family!
You were all situated in the living room, your youngest who was a little over 1 sitting on your lap, and your oldest, who was about 3 was sitting across from Akaashi.
Akaashi was on his knees, throwing a tennis ball like thing back and forth with your 3 year old son, who was standing.
Everything was going great, just some wholesome family fun.
Until Akaashi said ‘give it all you got!’ his child smiled, wound up, and-
‘OOF-’ you watched as your husband immediately hunched over, falling to his side as his hands flew to his crotch.
Your eyes widened as you tried not to laugh, your son however started giggling when his father groaned, your baby following suit.
“K-keiji? *snicker* are- *ahem* are you okay?” You barely got through the sentence before you started laughing, Akaashi just slowly nodded, eventually returning to his knees.
He was much, much more conscious of his lower region from that point on.
Washio Tatsuki:
It was Halloween time, and you and Washio had taken your 3 kids to a pumpkin patch!
You guys have 3 kids, the oldest two are 5 (fraternal twins, 1 boy 1 girl), and the youngest is 2.
The farm had made several ‘haunted houses’, one for little kids and one for teens+
Your twins had decided they wanted to go in the haunted house!
Well, your son did. Your daughter was not thrilled.
But! When her daddy offered to hold her hand the whole time, she decided she could brave it out, after all it is Washio we’re talking about.
You stayed by the entrance with your 2 year old, while Washio took the twins inside.
Everything was fine for awhile, your son was very excited, giggling at the jump scares and all in all having a good old time.
Your daughter...not so much. Poor thing was just about shaking, but she wanted to do this!!
They were about 2 scares away from the exit when someone dressed as a werewolf came from no where, your daughter screaming and turning into her father, her elbow at the perfect height to connect with his groin.
Sucking in a quick breath he ever so slightly tightened his hold on his children's hands, walking them through the last few jump scares and out to you.
You immediately grew concerned as the first thing your husband did was take a knee when he got outside, hands coming to grip at his face as he just slowly let out a breath, nodding when you asked if he was okay.
But even after getting elbowed in the balls, he never let go of his daughters hand😤
Konoha Akinori:
You had just finished drying your son off from his bath when you heard giggling coming from the living room.
You sighed as you saw your husband, relentlessly tickling his oldest daughter, right after you had gotten her all settled down for bed.
Despite the irritation you felt knowing it would take at least 2 more stories for her to be sleepy again, you couldn’t help but smile knowing how much he loved being a dad.
“D-daddy *giggle* st-stop it!! It-it tickles!!!” Your husband smiled, continuing to gently tickle your daughter as she continued to laugh.
“No-can-do missy! Your laugh is just too cute!”
Your daughter, despite her laughing, started to squirm, small arms pressing down on her fathers forearms, and little legs and feet pressing on his shins and thighs.
Until one particularly ticklish brush of his fingers caused her foot to slip, ending with her heel hitting him right in his crotch.
He shrieked as he let go of his daughter, hands flying down to his groin as he fell on his side, all the while his little girl laughed as she crawled up towards you, who was hunched over ugly laughing/crying as your husband continued to whine.
Kita Shinsuke:
Today was the first day of your spring cleaning, and your 4 year old daughter insisted on being a big help!
You were working in the living room while Kita and your daughter worked in the kitchen.
Kita was teaching his daughter how to use everything, and helping her when she needed it, she was of course a wonderful listener and was having the time of her life.
They had just finished dusting, and now it was time to do the floors.
You guys had linoleum in the kitchen, so all they had to do was sweep and mop.
Kita got the broom from the storage closet and came back to the kitchen.
He sighed when he realized he had forgotten the mop, setting the broom up against the kitchen counter and telling your daughter he’d be right back.
Now, she may more responsible than most kids her age, but she was still 4. And very curious.
Picking up the broom, she started to play with it, completely oblivious to her father rounding the corner.
Before he could so much as blink his daughter turned, the top of the broom catching him right in the balls as he very narrowly avoided cussing, choosing to grip the counter instead.
Gasping your little girl ran to you, on the verge of tears as she grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the kitchen.
“Mommy help! I think I killed daddy!”
When you got to the kitchen, you saw Kita, head down on the counter as his hands wrapped around his head, small groans coming from him.
He made sure to be out of his daughter reach when teaching her to sweep.
Suna Rintaro:
Suna was in the living room, your 2 oldest in there with him as he was ‘rough housing’ and doing stuff dads do with their kids.
You were in the youngest 2′s room, putting them down for a nap.
Suna gently held his daughters legs as she planted her palms on the floor, him lifting her up when she was ready.
That’s right, Suna was teaching them to do handstands.
Giving her a high five he turned to his son, telling him what he needed to do, completely oblivious to his daughters concentrated look.
Keep in mind, Suna was standing, with his knees slightly bent and his hands on his knees.
Your daughter gave herself a firm nod, putting her hands above her head as she dipped down.
You had just finished putting the littlest ones down for their nap when you walked into the living room, watching almost in slow motion as your daughter leaned her upper half down, and watching her her leg came flying straight up.
Straight up in between her father’s legs.
You watched as his eyes widened, the air being knocked right out of him as he practically folded in half, forehead resting on the carpet as your son just looked at him and your daughters hands came up to her mouth.
You were of course dying in the doorway, him shooting you a glare as you gave your poor daughter a hug, her giving her daddy one as soon as he unfurled from the fetal position.
Ushijima Wakatoshi:
Ushijima had taken his 3 oldest sons to the Schweiden gym.
He was putting in a little extra practice time, but wasn’t going to give up time with his children!
So, he figured it would be good to take them with him, they always loved going with him anyhow.
Right now, he was with your oldest son, Ren.
Your second born was whisked away by Romero and his son to play, and your youngest was whisked away by Hoshiumi and Sokolov.
Ushijima had been teaching his son to spike.
Nothing crazy, the kid is only 5, so they were spiking from the ground.
But there’s still a lot of power that goes into those spikes!!
Ushijima had taken his eyes off of his son for not even a minute, distracted by the giggles he heard from his youngest as he sat on Hoshiumi’s shoulders.
He really should have been paying attention, because right in front of him his son was winding up for a spike.
He didn’t notice until the *SMACK* on the gym floor echoed, the volleyball being shot right into his groin.
He cursed under his breath as he dropped to his knees, hands holding his crotch as Sokolov and Romero cringed, Hoshiumi and Ren laughing at his misfortune.
Yahaba Shigeru:
Yahaba had taken his 2 sons outside to play with a model airplane they had just finished putting together!
It was one of those thick-foam nice ones, so it was going to fly nicely.
He stood a good 15 feet away from his oldest, his youngest about 15 feet away from him so they formed a triangle, You watching with your phone ready for memories!!
Your oldest, Hayato, waited for the wind to come before thrusting the plane up and into the air, it glided for a good few seconds before doing a loop and coming back to the ground at a sharp angle.
For a foam plane, it moved quite efficiently, and at this speed it was moving quite quickly.
Before anyone could react, the plane had nose dived right into your husband, his face blanching as his hands shot downwards.
You laughed, your sons cringed, and Yahaba just about cried.
“At least the plane’s okay! It would have actually been bad if it broke” Your youngest walked away after picking up the plane, Yahaba looking at him in disbelief.
“Yeah, well don’t go asking me and your mom for anymore siblings, *cringe* I don’t think that’ll be happening.”
He cringed even more when you revealed you had gotten everything on video~
Iwaizumi Hajime:
With it being the off-season for volleyball, Iwaizumi was spending more time at home with his family!
But, keeping in good shape was also important, so one of the things he would do is while he worked out in the home gym, your 3 sons would be in there with him.
You guys had a pretty good set up, one of the newer additions being a punching bag and gloves. (any other boxers out there?)
Iwaizumi was working with weights, currently doing bicep curls while his sons wreaked, albeit controlled, havoc.
His oldest had found the gloves, slipping on on his hand as the middlest took the other, the youngest slipping on a mit instead.
Poor man was so focused in his workout, he didn’t even notice his middlest son come waking towards him.
When he did notice, he was too late, his son had already wound up and launched his gloved hand into Iwaizumi’s crotch.
Iwaizumi grunted as he just about dropped the weights, falling onto his hands and knees as he tried to steady his breathing.
All 3 of your children bolted out of the room, the little brats laughing before they ran into you.
You walked in to see Iwaizumi, who was now on one knee, eyes still closed as he seemed to be meditating.
For those who are wondering, “padded boxing gloves” do n o t h i n g to subside the pain of being punched😢
Futakuchi Kenji:
Futakuchi’s parents had been over for dinner one night, his younger sister and her fiancé were there too!
You guys had just had a nice dinner and were now sitting in the living room, bringing up old memories and laughing about things that have happened.
Your oh so loving husband had decided to bring up how you had “flashed” him in high school, you rolling your eyes as you hit his arm with a pillow you threw, him being on the couch and you cuddling with your youngest on the floor.
Now, you guys have 3 little girls.
Your oldest is 6, middlest 4 and your youngest is about 3.
Your youngest was very much a mommy’s girl, and would actually glare at Futakuchi for no given reason, then turn around and giggle and smile at you. (lol my little sister went through a phase like this when she was, like, 2)
She had been sitting on your lap, so when she saw you ‘in danger’ and it was from ‘the enemy’ aka dad, she stood, chubby little cheeks forming a pout as she marched towards her dad.
With the whole family watching, she pulled her fist back and swung, catching him right in his balls as she scurried off and back into your arms, you not knowing how to respond to the situation and your husband doubled over in pain.
Daishou Suguru:
You and Daishou had 2 kids, 1 girl (oldest) and 1 boy.
Daishou was a good dad!
He cared for his children, gave them endless amounts of love and affection, and was never late to any event big or small.
But he was still a dad, and dads all have those things that they do.
For him, it was popping out of random places and (lightly) scaring his daughter.
Currently, he was hiding behind the wall right at the top of the stairs, smirking as he knew his daughter was on her way up them.
He got his hands ready, feet in a good position to jump out as he watched her little shadow grow closer and closer to the top.
As soon as she hit the floor of the 2nd level he jumped out.
“BOO!” Screaming she kicked, landing a strong kick right in between Daishou’s legs, causing him to yelp as his hands gripped his crotch, sinking to his knees as his daughter gasped.
She felt bad for a whole of (2) seconds before sighing, hands coming up on her hips as she pouted, “Daddy, that’s what you get for scaring me!!”
Numai Kazuma:
You guys had 3 sons and 1 girl, your baby girl being the youngest of the 4.
Right now, you guys were in your backyard, having an outdoor day and playing a variety of sports and games.
The game they were currently playing was baseball.
You sat in the shade with your youngest son and baby girl as they played in the sandbox, your oldest two with their dad as he set up the little stand and put the ball on it.
He had put on the catcher’s mit and stood a good 10 feet away from the batting station, his oldest son ready to hit, and his youngest son a safe distance away.
“Alright, come on buddy, you got this!”
Steadying his stance, your son swung with all of his might, the ball going fast and low to the ground, and right towards Numai-
“uGh-” Your hand came up to your mouth when your husband dropped to his knee, hand coming up to wave off his son, forcing out an “I’m okAy-” as he struggled to regain his composure.
For the remainder of the time they played baseball, he kept the mit a little lower than he originally planned.
Iizuna Tsukasa:
Iizuna had been away for a game for the past 2 weeks, and your 3 year old daughter was very excited to see him again.
His arrival time was in the afternoon, so you were able to bring your daughter with you! Which Iizuna was thrilled about.
Your little girl was practically bouncing with excitement, little pigtails jumping as she looked up to you with a toothy grin.
You gently ran your fingers through her hair, as she clutched onto your leg, both of your eyes searching the gate for your husband.
As soon as you saw him, you crouched down to her ear, “There he is! There’s daddy!” Squealing she ran, and I mean she ran full force towards her father.
Iizuna, seeing his incoming 3 year old barreling towards him, dropping his bag, kneeling down so he could catch her.
Which he did, but he didn’t account for just how much force she had carried, so he didn’t expect the little foot that kicked him right where it hurts.
Careful not to impulsively squeeze the life out of his toddler, he shakily sighed as he gave her a kiss to her head, her nuzzling into his arms.
He may have been in an extreme amount of pain, but nothing was going to stop him from hugging his little girl.
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