#also this is my fist oc which is very exciting!!!
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Hobie Brown variant OC:
I finally decided to make Symbiote!Hobie (nicknamed SH by Hobie, which over time turned into Sage) his own thing, cause I've made so many changes to him that I've decided he's just gonna be another version of Hobie from another dimension.
I basically came up with him when thinking about what it would take for Hobie to truly bond with a symbiote and this is what I came up with.
While he's technically Hobie too I'm gonna refer to him as Sage in this post to avoid confusion <3
Gonna start with his appearance and then move on to his origins and how he got involved with the Spider-Society:
Disclaimer: I cannot draw so I haven't even attempted at drawing his face cause I know I'd never be able to draw him in a way I'd like- So I did the next best thing:
(He has a normal face I just tried to find a way for me to draw him without drawing his face lol)
Pictured above is Sage and his symbiote K.A.T (and their symbiote form- yeah it's the same as Venom!Hobie cause I like the design lol)
He looks like Hobie but younger- he's around 11 when he's bitten by the spider and fused with K.A.T - he's around 12 when he gets introduced to the Spider-Society
He's got short hair as it was completely shaved off when he got caught by Oscorp - more about this under his origins - he wants to let it grow out after meeting Hobie and being inspired by his approach to his looks (he really looks up to Hobie but don't tell anyone I said that!)
His left iris is white as a result of the symbiote DNA being fused to him. He can make it match his right eye if he concentrates but only really bothers to do so if he feels it draws too much attention
After meeting Hobie he helps Sage get a few piercings of his own
He usually wears a hoodie and/or a mask to hide his face - he's super paranoid and does his best to hide himself from others
Never goes anywhere without his noice cancelling earmuffs - he's got enhanced senses due to his spider powers but they can be a bit of a nuisance since he's also sensitive to loud noises due to his symbiote...
He also usually wears sunglasses to shield himself from sensory overload as he was subjected to it a lot as part of the experiments he was put through at Oscorp - and thus getting his senses overstimulated can result in panic attacks, so he does what he can to avoid it + it hides his eyes as well
K.A.T (Killing Authority-opposing Targets) is Sage's symbiote
It usually stays hidden unless they're alone or around people they trust/already knows about its presence.
If it does show itself it'll usually stay on Sage's shoulder or sit in his lap, it's still tethered to him so it can't go that far without him - not that it really wants to anyways
The reason K.A.T takes this form is that Sage is a cat person and it used it as a method to make him like it more when they first "met" + petting it helped Sage calm down and still does
K.A.T is still made of the same goo as regular symbiotes so it does not feel like petting a cat at all- Sage doesn't mind but most other people get suprised when they first touch it
If it likes someone it'll rub itself against their legs and mimic purring noises - if it dislikes someone it'll hiss and arch its back at them
K.A.T is a more animalistic symbiote and mainly communicates with Sage by letting him feel its emotions instead of speaking to him
To avoid making the post even longer than it's already gonna be I'll link to this post where I go into more detail about the design of thier Symbiote form instead of describing it here too ^^'.
This was originally supposed to be a short summary but I've realised I'm incapable of making short posts when it comes to stuff like this:
Origin:
Sage is a younger version of Hobie Brown. (11 years old when bitten by the spider and fused with his symbiote)
Sage and K.A.T "met" at one of Oscorp's labs
He was living as a homeless kid (having escaped an abusive household a few months prior)
He was bitten by a radioactive spider while looking for a place to spend the night.
He got very sick from the bite and was easily captured by Oscorp goons looking for new test subjects in the streets
Despite his young age Sage is a more ruthless Hobie variant, in part due to his upbringing and due to his symbiote (and the trauma they both go through at the hands of Oscorp)
K.A.T was a new kind of experimental symbiote that was set to be terminated due to it killing all its previous hosts - Sage was their last attempt at fusing it with someone
They decide to fuse it with Sage as he was deemed indisposable due to him seeming more dead than alive - suffering from the venom of spider bite at the time - and thus it wouldn't be a problem if the symbiote killed him too
Since the spider bite was still changing his DNA as he got fused with K.A.T some of its DNA got fused with him as well as a "side effect" during the process
Due to this it's incredibly hard (if not impossible) to seperate the symbiote from Sage without severely hurting them both
His body develops organic web shooters when it fuses with K.A.T - the webs are black and can be shot from either of his 4 arms when in his symbiote form (they can also be shot regularly while in his human form)
Sage develops enhanced senses and a taste for human flesh after being fused with K.A.T - he also has enhanced senses from the spider bite - making it easy to overstimulate his senses and overwhelm him before he learns to get it more under control
Since Sage's gotten powers from both the spider bite and the symbiote they quickly become the subjects for many inhumane and painful experiments as the scientists futilely try to figure out how to replicate the symbiote (as they're unaware of the spider bite, thinking the symbiote alone is behind Sage's new powers)
The main scientist behind the experiments is this dimension's version of Peter Parker!
Sage eventually manages to escape the lab during one of their many tests- killing as many guards and scientists on his way out as possible - and eating some of them as well
As a result of their treatment at the lab + his past with his abusive foster family, both Sage and K.A.T have developed a deep distrust to other people - at this point they both consider the other their only friend
Sage goes back to living as a homeless kid, avoiding people as best as he can, but he's also got an insatiable taste for human flesh as well!
He will usually target anyone associated with Oscorp when he's hungry (if none are available cops are the next best thing- his dimension is just as corrupt as -138 Hobie's dimension)
He doesn't feel bad about killing but will still try not to harm civilians (emphasis on try- sometimes the hunger gets the best of him)
Due to his senses being extra sensitive + his paranoia from his experiences at the lab and his foster homes, he tries to avoid crowded and noisy places - This all leads to him being more active at night while he usually tries to lay low and hide during the day.
He lived like this for months until a certain event changed that:
First encounter with the Spider-Society
Sage's dimension is blacklisted meaning people from the Spider-Society aren't allowed to go there (cause a spider-person who's embracing their symbiote instead of resisting it is deemed unsafe by Miguel and thus best to be avoided)
Sage does still get introduced to the spider-society albeit through a rather unconventional way:
- One day a portal opens up and pulls Sage through it, sending him to another dimension as an anomaly
Having no idea about what's going on, and being scared and confused about the whole situation, he does his best to lay low and avoid other people.
Because of this he spends a lot of time in the other dimension before the society discovers signs of an anormaly - glitched objects like seen when Kingpen uses the collider in itsv, or the museum that the Vulture appears in in atsv
Sage eventually has his first run in with other spider people when his hunger gets the best of him and he becomes more careless as he turns into his symbiote form to go look for prey
Here he encounters Gwen and Peter B as they're looking for the anomaly causing things to glitch out in the dimension
Not knowing he's a spider person and an actual child, Peter and Gwen attack him as they always do with anomalies - it also doesn't help that Sage doesn't exactly look friendly when in his symbiote form.
He fights back cause these masked people attacked him for no reason so they must be bad guys and of course he's gonna defend himself - it also doesn't help that he's starving and thus not thinking clearly at this point.
Unfortunately for him, these guys have high frequency equipment to deal with symbiotes and thus they manage to subdue him, but not before he manages to fight back, revealing his organic webbing which tips Gwen and Peter off to him having spider powers as well
He's subdued and forced into an electric cage (which brings back a lot of unpleasant memories from his time at Oscorp) and sent to the Spider-Society afterwards
When he arrives at the Society he quickly gets overstimulated and has a panic attack and lashes out in a desperate attempt at escaping his electric cage - also seeing the face of the scientist who tortured him for months everywhere certainly didn't help
Gwen then uses a high-frequency device made to combat symbiotes to force him to revert back to his human form
She immediately recognises him as a young version of -138 Hobie
Her and Peter both panic cause 1. They realise they basically beat up a kid and locked him up. 2. That kid has a symbiote! 3. That kid is a younger version of another spider-person they both know (and who they both know has a very long and strained history with symbiotes!)
Miguel gets involved and a discussion begins about whether they should try and seperate Hobie (Sage) and his symbiote
- The other spiders mean well by this but Sage and K.A.T both panic at the thought of being separated - at this point they really view the other as their only friend as it's been them against the world ever since they fused
Sage, still panicking, tries to protest but they won't listen as they view him as a kid who doesn't know what's best for him
Sage is taken to the room with all the villains while they discuss what to do with him
Here Margo sees Sage and K.A.T comforting each other, K.A.T manifesting physically in Sage's lap, being hugged tightly by Sage as he promises it he'll never let anyone separate them
Seeing this, Margo takes pity on them and 'accidentally' sends them home before the other spiders get a chance to try and remove K.A.T from Sage.
Relationships with other spider-people
Some time later Sage has an encounter with Hobie who found out about the whole mess - despite Miguel ordering Gwen and Peter not to tell him
While Hobie isn't exactly a fan of symbiotes he first and foremost sees Sage as a traumatised homeless kid in need of safety and stability
Hobie offers Sage to stay at his boat whenever he wants (as long as he promises not to eat anyone while he's there), he also gives him one of his bootleg watches so he can come and go as he pleases (and explains that he can also use it to get home to his own dimension if he's ever unwillingly sent to another dimension again)
Sage declines at first but over time he slowly opens up to Hobie and begins to trust him
(He also secretly looks up to Hobie once he trusts him, cause who doesn't? He's an older version of himself who's got a place to call his home, one that he opens up to strangers in need such as himself, he uses his powers for good and not just to survive. He's not afraid to be who he is and draw attention to himself - something Sage has been too afraid to do ever since his time at Oscorp. He's got friends and people he trusts. - all things that Sage wants too but doesn't believe he'll ever have) Also he'll never admit that he looks up to Hobie but he can tell anyways
Hobie's the one that gives Sage his nickname, it started as SH but over time it turned into Sage instead, though he doen't mind being called Hobie as well, it's just easier to go by Sage when both he and Hobie are present.
He still doesn't trust people, especially not the Spider-Society after their first meeting, which made it very awkward when Gwen showed up to visit Hobie while Sage was there - luckily Hobie managed to interfere before they beat each other up too much...
(He trusts Margo a bit as well since she 'saved' him from the Spider-Society - also it's nice to be around someone who doesn't smell like food since she's an avatar and not made of flesh and blood)
He currently lives at Hobie's boat, switching between it and his own dimension as he pleases
Hobie did his best to hide it but he was rather freaked out by K.A.T's presence in the beginning, he did his best to supress it cause he genuinely wants to help Sage
Hobie mentors him in how to use his Spider Powers and tries to give him a moral compass to at least prevent him from eating civilians when he gets too hungry - He usually targets cops or people working for Oscorp but the hungrier he gets the less picky he is
Another reason Hobie took him in is because he knows ostracising someone won't make them a better person and while Hobie doesn't believe in deciding what's best for others he still knows life will be a bit easier for Sage if he doesn't just kill whoever he wants whenever he wants - impulse control is important when you have a cannibalistic symbiote in your body.
- Hobie still dislikes symbiotes but he respects Sage's choice to keep his and does his best to help him control some of the more violent urges that come with a symbiote.
Hobie introduces Sage to his punk ideologies and slowly introduces him to the punk community
Hobie also introduces him to some of his friends but it's a slow process due to Sage having a hard time trusting people - especially spider-people after his Spider-Society encounter
Some of the spider-people also have a hard time opening up to him because of his symbiote
But Hobie's good at making a safe space for Sage to feel like he can slowly start to open up to others
For the first time in years Sage feels like he has someone (besides K.A.T) he can trust and over time he starts to view Hobie as his older brother
And that's that folks! (at least for now)
To the one person who actually bothered to read all of this - know that I'm infinitely grateful that you took your time to read about my boy <3
- I initially tried to keep this short but I gave up cause Sage has been living rent free in my head for weeks and it feels so nice to finally flesh him out and write about him!
You know I couldn't resist making my first oc angsty - but at least he ends up doing better than where he started.
Hopefully you guys like him too! If you have any questions please let me know, I could talk about him forever <3
#help I think I have a condition where I need to make all my new posts longer than the previous one!#can't believe I initially tried to make this post short and then it ends up being 2759 words long...#wasn't sure about his name but I wanted it to be something else than Hobie#so Sage it is!#Also I really wanted the symbiote to be called cat or kat - due to the form of its physical manifestation#so I had to come up with an abbreviation to make it fit lol#also evey time I've tagged a post Symbiote!Hobie this is who I've been thinking of!#I just didn't have a name for him back then#just to reiterate - Symbiote!Hobie and Venom!Hobie are two different people#their symbiote form looks the same but that's it#Venom!Hobie is -138 hobie with a symbiote but everything else about him is still hobie#Symbiote!Hobie is Sage who's another version of hobie from his own dimension#hope there aren't too many spelling errors but it's 1 am here and I've read through it once already so sorry if I missed something!#gonna post this and then go to bed lol#I'm addicted to that angst but I tried to give him a somewhat happy “ending”#though there's still a lot of room for improvement lol#also this is my fist oc which is very exciting!!!#idk if you can call it an oc when he's based on an existing character#but I've made so many changes to him that I feel like I can allow myself to call him an oc <3#Symbiote!Hobie#Sage#hobie brown#spider punk#symbiote oc#symbiote hobie#gwen stacy#peter b parker#miguel o'hara#margo kess#across the spider verse
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𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢
content ⨳ fluff, family scenario, fem!reader, oc kids: yuri (first son), mari (second daughter), karol (little gremlin)
notes ⨳ dedicated for homies in discord and especially @quansoda! we love dad nikolai and bsd dads agenda ehe ❤️ p/s, you're also the baby mama and this might seem unpolished and all lol im tryna escape the burnt-out
“Alright, kids. Who wants ice cream?”
“Me!” “Me.”
Yuri and Mari who are sitting at the back immediately raise their arms. Karol on the other hand is sleeping on your lap. He almost cries because he doesn't like sitting in the middle of the back seat. So you prompted to settle him down on your lap instead and now he's oddly sleeping peacefully despite the nauseous drive — uh, only Yuri is nauseous.
“We're gonna get ice cream?” you ask your husband who has been driving the car for almost an hour and a half now. The journey still has around three hours to go.
Nikolai grins. “Yurochka looks too fatigued,” he says slowly, just so his first son won't hear him. You try to get a peek at Yuri who sits behind you but your movement is limited since Karol is sleeping.
“Yuri, do you want water?” you ask.
“It's okay, mom...” you hear his voice. He tries to make himself sound like everything is fine but you and Nikolai can clearly tell he feels nauseous because of the ride.
Within five minutes, Nikolai stops by a rest and service area, complete with many open premises and petrol stations. The rest stop is not crowded with people, so he finds parking just quickly.
“Mama...” Karol shifts in your lap as he wakes up. You smile and pat his back.
“We're gonna get ice cream, Karol,” you say and his eyes gleam almost immediately. He hugs you and tries to open the car door in excitement.
“Kuh-kream! Ice cream!”
“Okay, okay! Don't run, Karol— Oh my Goodness!”
Leaving you dealing with the chaotic little gremlin — he actually opens the door and almost falls face down first — Nikolai goes to open the back seat door. He helps Mari to get out, as well as Yuri.
Nikolai crouches in front of Mari, fixing her blouse and ponytail, as well as her glittering purple pouch sling on her body. Yuri is just standing close to him, keeping an eye on you and Karol who are in minor chaos.
“Yurochka.”
Yuri turns to his dad and Nikolai grins at him before he brushes Yuri's hair, purposely messing it just to have Yuri pushes his hand away. “You good, Yurochka?” he asks and Yuri flashes him a regretful look. Yuri shakes his head and Nikolai nods. He reaches to Yuri's hair again, now styling it like a government secretary's hairstyle, which makes Yuri sighs at his dad's teasing.
“After this stop, you will sit at the front, 'kay?”
“What about mom?” Yuri asks. Coincidentally, you and Karol finally get to the three, with Karol hopping joyfully. Your face looks like you just overcame a war. Yuri huffs and smacks the back of Karol's head lightly.
“Ack!”
“Behave.”
“Behave!” Mari points her finger at Karol, supporting her brother but the youngest clenches his tiny cheeky fist before he bites Mari's finger. “Waaa!”
You pull Karol back and Nikolai gets to Mari. You sigh when Karol just giggling like some sort of villain character in one of his cartoons. You look at Nikolai. “He's very like you.”
“What? Darling, that's very offensive!” Nikolai clutches his chest, seeming to be offended by your remarks. Yuri scrunches his nose, seeing his dramatic dad. Without even saying anything, Nikolai knows Yuri is judging him very hard right now.
With Mari holding Nikolai's hand, Karol in his arm and Yuri holding your hand, all of you walk to the rest stop. Nikolai leads you to a cafe that serves waffles, ice cream and some drinks. You find a table just enough for your family of five near the window.
“What do you want to eat, kids?” Nikolai asks before he hooks his sunglasses on the collar of his shirt.
“The pink ice cream!” Mari says, giving Nikolai a fake pink card to him — as if she's paying.
“The choco waffle with vanilla ice cream,” Yuri says after he looks at the menu board at the counter.
“I'll take whatever you take,” you reply as you are braiding Mari's hair.
“Aaa... kreammm!” Karol.
Nikolai nods as Karol makes a biting gesture with his hands on Nikolai's hand — acting as if his fingers are dinosaurs' teeth. He twirls Mari's 'credit' card in his fingers as he looks at the menu. Swaying his hand gently from Karol, he walks to the counter to order. Having nothing to bother, Karol repeats the action at Yuri's arm instead.
“Mom,” Yuri calls you who are accessorising Mari's hair with pins and ribbons. You hum, looking at him. He is just letting Karol play with his arm. “Dad says he wants me to sit at the front...”
“Oh. Sure, Yuri. You can sit at the front.”
“But...”
“Yuri, you don't feel good sitting at the back, right? So, sit at the front later. Besides, dad can look after you. Or me, if I'm driving after this.” you say softly. Yuri looks at you and nods — he always listens to you the most.
Mari looks at her brother and raises her body on the table. “Yurochka, are you sick?” she asks, concerned. She reaches to Yuri to feel his forehead but ends up palming his face instead.
“No! I'm not sick.” Yuri moves Mari's hand, pouting.
Several minutes later, Nikolai returns with a tray of two plates of waffles, three drinks and two ice cream. Mari and Karol are quick to reach their ice cream and Yuri knows well to sit beside you so he can enjoy his choco waffles to himself. Nikolai gets both of you the same coffee and a plate of waffles to share.
“Pa! Naaaa!” Karol tries to feed Nikolai his chocolate ice cream which Nikolai gladly opens his mouth to, only for the spoon to land at the corner of his lips, smearing some chocolate.
You chuckle when Nikolai looks at Karol with a judging face. He turns to you, pouting. “What are you laughing at? Clean me.” he shakes your arm, making you chuckle more.
“Aren't you too old to not be able to clean yourself?” you tease, wiping the ice cream with your thumb. Nikolai snickers as he licks your thumb shortly, just fast enough that the kids do not even notice — but you notice.
“Tsk. Playful,” you grumble, shyly. Before you can pull away, Nikolai grabs your wrist, kissing it before he rests his cheek on your hand.
“I'm tired...” he mumbles. Since you two are sitting side by side at the round table, it allows you to talk with Nikolai personally. You look at your husband and it's clear that he is quite tired of driving — also adding with how he came home late the night before the journey, he oughts to get some sleep.
“I'll drive later. You, sit at the back and take care of Karol and Mari,” you say tenderly, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Nikolai smiles at the kiss, laughing softly — his laugh is just contagious, even if it's short and simple, and that's what makes you love to be around him. He makes you smile too easily too.
Not to mention, his voice is just the best.
“Mari is easy to take care of. My hardship begins when Karol wants to slop on my head like a koala to sleep.” Nikolai comments as he takes a piece of small waffles from the plate and feeds it to you.
“Well, if I'm a koala, I want to sleep on your head too,” you say before you reach his hair, brushing your hand against his white soft locks. “Soft... fluffy... and fragrant.” you tighten your hold on him, trailing your hands to his cheeks, squishing him as you glimmer with apparent happiness in your face.
“My husband is so cute.”
Squishing his face so his lips would pucker, you take a quick chance to peck his lips before releasing him. Nikolai's face is completely basked in a crimson hue, flustered by your aggressive affection. It's often him who does that to you, so receiving it himself makes him feel giddy inside.
“I love you too...” Nikolai says, slow enough only for you to hear. He cannot help himself from smiling and shifting in his chair like he just met his first crush. The sweet waffle cannot make him forget about the sweet short kiss of yours and the warm coffee cannot calm the fluttering butterflies in his stomach.
“Ugh, adults.” Yuri grunts.
“Shush, Yurochka. You can't even cut a potato.”
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Do any of your OCs have a Daddy kink? How would they react to either a softer shier darling or a bratty whiny darling accidentally calling them daddy?
a/n: i think some of them would react differently based on the darling's personality but i've listed it all down below the cut! have fun loool
also i think i included all my ocs that have a strong daddy kink but the ones with a more milder daddy kink have been excluded (just becos im lazy and dont want to write too much LMAO)
warning: gender neutral reader, daddy kink, mentions of entrance and being inside but no mentions of gender
gawain byrne ★ profile
absolutely melts when you call him daddy
when you call him daddy, you can do no wrong in his eyes. all your crimes? forgiven. all your punishments? forgotten. everything is right with the world LOL
i think it'd be the same with a bratty darling but like he'd be very aware that they're doing it to get away with being bratty and gawain can forgive it to a certain point
but sometimes it can't all be praise and pleasure. sometimes daddy needs to be strict too LOL
Your back arched as you felt Gawain fuck his plastic cock deeper and deeper inside of you, hitting places that made your head spin and your toes curl.
You couldn't help but clutch onto his forearms, nails probably digging into his skin, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as an orgasm ripped through you.
"D-Daddy--!" The word fell off your tongue mindlessly. You hadn't meant it and, in the heat of the moment, your desperate need got the better of you.
Once the orgasm did it's toll and you were left panting and twitching, your brain immediately caught up. Your face, which was already a little hot, seemed to turn searing as your eyes fluttered to Gawain, scared of his reaction.
You expected the rather dumbfounded slack-jawed expression and, obviously, you took it as a bad thing.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"
Gawain just pulled his cock out and tightened the straps on his harness, a sudden dark look overtaking his eyes "No, no, baby, it's okay. In fact, I really liked it."
His hand moved from your waist to fist the pillow beside your head, caging you under his body, his face getting so close that it left you a little flustered
"You want me to be your daddy, baby?" He muttered against your lips as he gave you a slight kiss, the head of his cock brushing against your still sopping entrance "Want me to take care of you and pamper you?"
You gave a small little nod, a little nervous and excited in the face of this new more aggressive side of your boyfriend.
Instead of the pleased expression you expected, Gawain cupped your chin and brushed his thumb against your lower lip "Use your words."
You felt especially shy but complied nonetheless, your voice soft and stuttering "P-Please make me c-cum again, Daddy."
A broad smirk spread across his face "Of course, anything for my baby."
ryouta watanabe ★ profile
also the same as gawain but a bit more mildly
on the outside, it doesn't look like he's being affected at all but, on the inside, he's screaming and crying and banging on his table becos he's so horny and happy LOL
doesn't let a bratty darling get away with anything if they call him daddy tho but he'll be a bit softer and more lenient becos they're so cute
You had threaded your fingers through Ryouta’s soft locks, your thighs pressing against his cheeks and your toes curling as he pressed hickey after hickey against your skin, lips hovering near where you wanted but not really giving you anything.
You couldn’t help but let out a small frustrated noise at how he was teasing you. He did it often and, though you let him most of the time, for some reason, it was a bit more irritating than normal this time around.
Your fingers tightened around his hair, your leg desperately trying to pull him close. By now, you were all edged out and your mind felt as floaty as a cloud.
“Daddy!” The word slipped your lips out of desperation but, as soon as you’d said it, your hand slapped on top of your mouth, eyes wide as if aghast at what you’d just uttered.
Ryouta, of course, immediately stopped. Normally, you would’ve protested but, at the moment, your face felt searingly hot and embarrassment boiled in your chest.
“What did you say.” His words didn’t sound like a question and, from the way he was clutching tightly to your thighs, you figured the only option you had was answer honestly.
So, shily, softly, you’d muttered the word against your hand.
Like lightning, Ryouta let go of your thigh to grip your wrist and pull it away from your mouth. “Say it again, baby.”
The nickname sent a tingle up your spine. This time, with a little bit more confidence, you repeated the word “Daddy?”
A sinful groan left Ryouta’s lips. He pressed his forehead against yours, rock hard cock settling at the crook of thigh, head brushing against your stomach.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, baby.” He huffed out, hips jolting just a little bit.
You watched him for a second, watched the way he really seemed to almost come undone from you just saying one word.
So, hesitantly but with even more confidence, you shifted your hips, grinding up against his cock “D-Daddy, why’d you stop…”
Ryouta’s fists clenched a little and his dick twitched against you. Though, you definitely did have a point. Seems like he needed to reward his little baby…
casimir fiala ★ profile
absolutely delighted to be called daddy but, unfortunately for bratty darling, calling him daddy only makes him want to punish you more LOL
casimir really do have a sadistic streak a mile long
especially during punishments? oh, it's like you're asking him to be worse
for shier sweeter darling, he becomes incredibly gentle and loving becos his heart just melts at the fact that they called him daddy
“If you stop one more time, I’ll kill you.” You muttered to Casimir through gritted teeth, the frustration boiling and turning heady in your chest.
It felt like it’s been hours and, still, every single time you came even close to cumming, every single time that coil inside you came so very close to snapping, Casimir would stop and just leave his cock unmoving inside of you.
He’d shower you in kisses, sure, but he’d just lay on top of you, doing nothing.
Of course, his inaction delayed your orgasm every single time. It ruined it for you to the point where all you could do was squirm and complain. Yet, no orgasm.
“Is that a promise?” Was all the infuriatingly handsome man replied with, that signature sadistic smirk still spread across his stupid gorgeous face.
Your back arched, not out of pleasure but out of frustration and a desire to get away from this clown.
Instead, Casimir kept his grip around both your waist and your wrist tight, his hips finally starting to thrust his thick cock in and out of you. Slowly, surely, you felt the pleasure building up again.
This time, Casimir didn’t even wait till you were close. Just as a soft adorable moan left your lips, he stopped and opted to just grind his hips against yours, cock certainly hitting something but definitely not hard enough to tip you over the edge.
Tears pooled in the corner of your eyes and you let out a frustrated sound “Daddy!”
That made you pause. Your free hand quickly covered your mouth and you looked up at Casimir. He mirrored your rather shocked expression with one of his own.
Eventually, though, that shock made way for his usual smugness. He smirked at you, hips sluggishly starting to move and cock slowly pistoning in and out of you.
“Daddy, hmm?” He used his other hand to grip your chin and force you to look at him “And what do you want Daddy to do?”
“I want Daddy to stop fucking around and make me cum.”
Well, he could certainly oblige.
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like everyone else on this post, mel certainly does live for this shit lol like he eats that shit up
doesn't matter if darling is bratty or shy or sweet; he will turn savage for that word
absolutely tears shit up. like he loses his brain LOL can't do anything but fuck and fuck hard
so only save that word for when you really want mel to rearrange your guts LOL
You groaned, hands gripping the pillow under you tighter and tighter as you felt Mel continue to thrust behind you. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, the other clutching at your waist, keeping you pressed against the mattress.
Fuck, did Mel’s cock fill you so perfectly. It never felt too big but just big enough to hit every single spot you wanted it to.
You half-buried your face into the pillow as your orgasm approached closer and closer. Your mind had practically checked-out at this point, leaving you both breathless and brainless.
Perhaps that was why you couldn’t help but mutter that damn word under your breath, your whimper almost silent.
Mel groaned and buried his entire cock into you in one stroke, his hand at the back of your neck moving to gently hold the front instead “What did you say?”
You felt embarrassed, of course, your face hot and flustered. Still, desperate for him to start moving again, you repeated the words “D-Daddy?”
Suddenly, Mel’s teeth latched onto the back of your neck. You let out a choked cry as he thrust into you almost brutally, teeth never once leaving your skin.
With every thrust, you couldn’t help but let out little punched out moans. Occasionally, you’d even slipped that word in and, every single time without fail, it made Mel treat you rougher and rougher, his hips practically shoving against yours at this point.
Then, finally, you felt his mouth leave your neck; you could feel every single tooth leave your flesh and you could feel the throb of the mark they left behind.
“Damn right, I’m your Daddy, baby.” He grunted out right into your ear, voice much deeper and gruffer than usual “And this Daddy’s cock is going to fucking fill you the hell up, yeah?”
All you could do was desperately nod.
#yandere oc x reader#yandere x reader#oc x reader#yandere#male yandere#male oc#drabbles#lemony content#melchior#casimir#gawain#ryouta
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HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS — HAWKS
no matter how rough the patrol, keigo always knows he has people who love him to greet him at home. i.e. you and your son greeting keigo when he comes home from patrol.
★ pairing: hawks x afab!reader (biological child, they/them used)
★ word count: 1.4k
★ content: fluff, kid fic, established relationship, children (oc son kaito, around 3-4 years old), food/eating mention, use of petnames (dove/ie, birdie, angel), a nauseating amount of fluff.
i saw a panel about hawks coming home to an empty apartment and it made me sad ;-; so i impulse wrote this. have this soft bird dad in an attempt to make everyone love keigo and doubles as me fighting for my hawks moot right <3
It’s been raining periodically all day — all week actually. Heavy clouds and dark skies shaped miserable conditions for patrol. Conditions made worse by how uneventful they are, filled with petty criminals and runaway pets. Keigo wastes nearly his entire lunch perched on top of an office building glaring at a pair of pigeons who’d tucked themselves in the of a patio; dry and warm.
Keigo’s always despised the rain. Water soaking his wings, weighing them down, curling the ends and matting the down of them. His hatred for the weather only grew when he knew you and Kaito were at home, swaddled in the warmth of your apartment and working through the lingerings of a cold.
He’d sent you a text a little after your own lunch, a pitiful picture of him far too close up hiding behind a Miruko billboard. His hair wet and clinging to his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
You gave him very little sympathy. You'd answered with a photo of you and Kaito in the kitchen wearing matching fluffy robes and holding mugs of hot chocolate.
He keeps his collar up against his neck, burrowing his face into the fluff of it. It smells like you, detergent and perfume clinging to the fabric from when he’d tucked it over your shoulders the day before.
Keigo finds himself watching the clock the closer his patrol’s end becomes, using the awning of a coffee shop as an umbrella. It’s odd, he thinks, how quickly he melted into his — domesticity. It happened slowly, without him even realizing it had until you were already moving in. Until he’d started counting the minutes until he was home again.
When six finally does hit, Keigo’s fighting off a smile, shoving his phone back into the damp pockets of his jacket, and taking off for your apartment.
He used to check-in at the agency first before returning home. He'd finish up whatever paperwork was created throughout his shift and utilise the oversized showers which were perpetually empty. Now, he always found himself rushing to get back — even if it meant earlier hours to do the paperwork from the day before.
So it’s also expected of him. The ease with which he accepted you — your change, love. He’s spent years longing for something a little simpler, softer, kinder. Keigo’s never been someone to take things slowly and he loved no differently.
The apartment — one you’d helped him pick — is quiet when he pushes the door open, peeling off his overcoat and heavy boots, “I'm home!”
He barely has both shoes tucked under the entry table when he hears laughing, small and light. Your answer comes as he rounds into the living room, “welcome back!”
The couch is gone. Or it’s covered at least. Obscured by large throw blankets propped over the dining room chairs and spilling over with pillows and soft-looking throws. The TV’s on too, playing a manta ray documentary and bracketed by patterned cushions.
Kaito’s golden eyes, softened echoes of Keigo’s, round in excitement and he nearly trips over a sea-turtle printed blanket in his haste to get to him, “daddy!”
Keigo makes an exaggerated sound, a huffed little oof, when Kaito collides with him and his tiny arms tangle around his legs. His pudgy cheek smushes into Keigo’s thigh and his fists curl into the fabric of his pants.
“Kaito!” Keigo echoes the boys’ excitement, smoothing his bangs from his forehead as Kaito giggles. He chases his hand and the little plumage of red on his back ruffles.
Both of their attention shifts when you finally detangle yourself from the couch, moving to cup the softness of Keigo’s cheeks with warm palms. Your thumbs brush over the bones before warm lips connect with his forehead. He huffs a soft laugh when you continue the kisses, dotting them over the freckles coating bridge of his nose, the divots of his dimples, the apples of his cheeks.
“Aw, did’ya miss me?”
“Mhm, ‘course I did,” you answer, combing through his bangs as he ducks to Kaito, “always do.”
Your affection is repeated when Keigo finally pries Kaito from his leg, hoisting the boy into his arms and settling him on his hip. Kaito’s grin broadens, nuzzling his cheek against Keigo’s and pressing a messy kiss on his brow bone.
“Saw the fight on tv, birdie,” your voice is quiet — reflectively, like any louder it’ll shatter the intimate little bubble, the warmth — as you trace his features with your eyes. No injuries.
Keigo leans in to knock his forehead against yours softly before he grins at you, “did I look cool?”
“Aww, of course you did!” His eyes narrow, your tone playful as you run your fingers along Kaito’s ribs, “rigghhhtt after you got your butt handed to you.” Kaito giggles softly, nestling into the crook of Keigo’s arm to escape your fingers.
“You wound me, dove — what, did you two spend the whole time celebrating my pain?” His free hand fists over the fabric covering his heart when you hum and Kaito lets out a happy ‘yep!’ “I can’t believe you two!”
“But you looked so cool!”
It’s immediate, the way Keigo’s entire being brightens. His eyes narrow in a smile and wings puff up behind him as he nuzzles his cheek against Kaito’s, turning to you with a faux accusing glare, “at least one of you loves me.”
A soft blurb from the stove pulls you away from them, knocking your forehead affectionately against Keigo’s this time before moving to lower the heat and continue your previous stirring.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” you hum, feeling a soft cheek squish into the side of your neck and a chin hook over the other side, Keigo’s free arm winding around your waist.
“Ooo, you’re an angel, dovie,” Keigo’s arm tightens around you, lips brushing your temple, “what’d ya make?”
“Chicken noodle,” you reply cheerily, turning to wind your arms around his waist. “Kaito and I just got over that cold, we should make sure we’re getting all our fluids, isn’t that right?” Kaito ruffles at your cooing, leaning in to tap the point of his nose against your own.
“Mmm, sounds amazing, angel,” he presses a soft kiss to the round of your cheek, “I didn’t eat lunch — I’m starving.”
“Y’know just because I forget to pack you something doesn’t mean you get to just skip eating,” your chastising falls on deaf ears as he watches you finish off the soup, ladling it into tall mugs. “You have to take care of yourself, Kei.”
“Awww, c’mon — you take care of me plenty! I was totally fine. Drank some coffee and everything.”
He quiets at your glare, jutting out his lip when Kaito laughs, “ooo, you’re in trouble!”
You move into the living room to eat, all three of you nestled in the plush nest you’d helped Kaito make, mugs of soup warm between your palms as you watch the ending of another documentary.
Kaito falls asleep first, bundled up on one end of the sectional snoring softly — a habit picked up from Keigo.
“I’m really glad you’re okay.” Your fingers find the red and gold bead bracelet around his wrist, fraying and poorly strung together courtesy Kaito, “it looked rough.”
You’re propped up against the arm of the couch now, both of Keigo’s wings sprawled over you and dragging against the carpet. He huffs, propping his chin against your chest, “aww, you know I can’t get taken out that easily.”
His voice is playful but you know he means it. He always does. So you smooth a hand through his curls. “You better,” pinning him with a teasing glare, “it’s not too late to get a divorce.”
Keigo laughs, wiping his smile into your shoulder and humming contentedly when your fingers thread through his hair. Your other hand smooths down his back, brushing through the down at the base of his left-wing. It flutters minutely underneath your touch and he presses himself closer.
“Like you’d ever want rid of me,” his tease is undermined by the tone, cooed and full of adoration. You can’t help the smile, shuffling down the couch so your lips can connect with his. It's tender, slow and you hope he knows that you meant it, your worry for his health. The way he responds, enthusiastic and through a grin, tells you he does.
Keigo’s ear settles over your heart, arms wrapped around you and fingers rubbing soothing circles into your hip bones. His wings tuck fully around you, overwhelming himself with you — the gentle puffs of your breath, the beat of your heart, the rising of your chest. This is nice, he thinks. Slowing down, being content.
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#hawks x reader#hawks fluff#keigo takami x reader#takami keigo x reader#keigo x reader#✶ writes#✶ writes.bnha#✶ writes.hawks
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Wife | Pt.1《Bharya》B. Deva
☆Bhallaladeva x Fem! OC☆
Synopsis: Pooja and Bhallaladeva have been married for three months, but after their wedding ceremony came to an end, Pooja hasn't seen him or heard of him since. It's not like she's his first wife she likely won't be his last- is what she thinks. But when Bhallaladeva sends a servant to summon Pooja to his quarters late one night, Pooja hopes to fulfil their unstarted martial duties, instead, Bhalla requests that Pooja do something else for him. Something Pooja never expected to hear from the ruthless king of Mahismati. 《Pt. 1, 1.9 k Words》
Note: This is the OC version of this fic. If you would like to read the Y/n version, it will be available on my Y/n masterlist page! ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!
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“It’s been two months, Mama {Trans. ‘Uncle’}.”
“For most women, it was six, my dear.”
“What’s the point of even marrying so many women if he isn’t going to talk to any of them?”
“Political reasons. Amma, Pooja, you should stop waiting for him and go to sleep, my lady.”
The loyal but helpless Kattappa spoke as ‘the King’ Bhallaladeva’s newest concubine resurfaced her face from in between her knees.
The sky was dark and Kattapa had just finished his duty of serving the lady some fruit. It wasn’t quite his duty, but something he chose to do. Pooja never had a proper father and Kattapa was the closest she had ever gotten.
Pooja looked up at the sky and thought over the past few months. It’s already been three years since the defeat of Bahubali and the raising of Bhallaladeva.
Nothing changed much for Pooja, but she knew it was only because she was the daughter of a higher official. The poorer people of the nation though, were being robbed of everything they once owned.
“Are you sure he won’t visit me?” Pooja asked, leaning the side of her face on her knees, looking off into the trees as she rested on the balcony ledge.
“I don’t think it’s likely, my lady.” Kattapa adjusted his sword back into its place and stood before Pooja as she turned her head towards him.
He gave her a sharp bow with his fist to his heart, wished her a good night’s sleep and trotted off, leaving Pooja to think by herself.
True, it had already been two months since she had been betrothed to the king of Mahismati. But not once since her wedding had she seen his face.
Even before the wedding, she had never really seen him. Maybe once or twice when the two were younger and Bhallaladeva was considered one of the high and prideful princes, always finding ways to make his mother proud.
Pooja couldn’t remember if she was merely imagining it, but she also considered the multiple moments of eye contact she and Bhalla had shared previous to their marriage full of romantic tension. Were those gazes they shared a figment of her imagination?
On her wedding day, Pooja and Bhalla had exchanged short glances and a single moment of eye contact. Since then, they had never spoken. Actually, now that Pooja thought about it, Bhalla and Pooja had never spoken even on their wedding day. Not even on their wedding night, which Pooja was eagerly waiting for.
She draped herself in the prettiest white and gold sari that she could afford and waited on the bed covered in flower petals for her beloved. High with the hopes of feeling love and giggling like a schoolgirl, Pooja waited for a few minutes.
Bhalla was not there.
She waited an hour.
Still, no one was there to entertain her or to be entertained by her.
Pooja waited for a couple more hours, her excitement and giddiness ebbing away with every second that passed, till she succumbed to the desire for her sleep.
It was a sad night and an even worse next morning. The very next morning, hoping to wake up to the face of her dear new husband, Pooja awoke to an empty bed, the flower petals on Bhalla’s side undisturbed, making Pooja realise that she had spent the night alone. Her precious wedding night.
The night in which a husband and wife would share moments of intimacy together. She had spent that night alone, all by her lonesome. The same continued for the next two months. Pooja waited patiently and eagerly in her room till late hours every night hoping that at least one day Bhallaladeva would suddenly remember his latest wife and visit her.
But it was never the case.
Pooja, being close with all of his other wives, was told several times to give up and get on with her life. That Bhalla had never visited the other wives before either, and if he did, it was only for the most important of formal reasons. If else, he would send servants.
The other wives pitied Pooja. They even saw a bit of themselves in her, but no one ever waited for Bhalla for that long like a love-sick puppy. They usually gave up after a week or two.
“Ayyo, picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Oh, you silly girl.’}” Bhalla’s third wife spoke as she peeled an apple with the sharp end of a dagger for her, Pooja and a couple of other wives as they sat around and chatted like they always did.
“He isn’t going to come, Chinni.” Bhalla’s second wife spoke as caressed Pooja’s head affectionately.
“Kadu. Aiyna vastharu. Naku namakam undi. {Trans. ‘No. I believe in him, he’ll come for me.’}” Pooja said softly as she stared at the ground.
“Ma matta vini ayna kosam agadam maneyi, thalli. {Trans. ‘Listen to us and stop waiting around for him, my dear.’}” Another spoke up as Pooja stubbornly cushioned her chin on her kneecap as she leaned her back against a pillar. Pooja shook her head slightly and continued staring forward intently.
“Aiyna ki na meda prema undi. Vastaru. Vacchi teestaru. {Trans. ‘He loves me. He’ll come for you, just you wait.’}”
At Pooja’s words, half the wives burst out in laughter while the others quietly giggled to themselves. Pooja’s head shot up at him in half-confusion and half-anger and she glared at him.
“Enduku navvutunaru!? {Transl. ‘Why’re you laughing!?’}”
“Picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Silly girl,’}” Bhalla’s fourth wive said, getting up to sit next to Pooja, draping her arm over Pooja’s shoulders. “Asala aiyina ki prema ante ento tellidu. Aiyna ki preminche shakti ledu. {Trans. ‘He doesn’t even know what loves is. He can’t feel love.’}” Pooja’s eyebrows came together in confusion.
“Aithe mari mimmalini ela premistunaru? {Trans. ‘Then how is he loving you all?’}” The girl asked, naively, and once again, the group of women burst into giggles.
“Aiyina mammalini evaruni preminchateledu. {Trans. ‘He isn’t in love with any of us and doesn’t love aany of us.’}”
“He doesn’t even lust after us.”
“What..?” Pooja said, her motuh agape.
“That’s true.” The first wife spoke out, wise as ever, “We’re only married to him because there’s something from our families he wants. Be it armies, money or privileges. Anything.”
“Yes. Never once has he ever shown us affection or love or anything even close.”
“Mari meeku baathaga leda? {Trans. ‘Then are you not sad?’}” Pooja asked, her eyes starting to droop in pity. The other women smiled sweetly, none in pity or sadness.
“No. Not really,” The first said, “He never gave us a reason to love him in the first place, so it was easy. We have our own lives and he has his.”
These words caused a flurry of emotions to erupt within Pooja’s heart but none so as strong as her iron will and faith in the king.
All the wives urged her to move on. They encouraged her to use her status as one of Bhalla’s wives to her advantage and achieve anything she wanted to in life.
But Pooja never gave up hope.
Or at least not till the third month.
Pooja had yet to see hide nor hair of Bhalla, the man she was made to dedicate her life to, and she was starting to lose hope.
Would she finally break and give up like the rest of the wives had? Pooja thought about it that night in the chilly, dark, open balcony.
Was it even worth waiting anymore?
Just as Pooja was about to think not, she heard the sound of shuffling footsteps advancing towards her room.
Pooja’s heart jumped and butterflies attacked her stomach.
Could it be..?
The sound of knocks on Pooja’s door echoed through the room and reached her ears, a sudden feeling of excitement starting to awaken within her, lighting up the entire room.
Pooja shot up and raced out of the balcony, running to the door, her anklets and bangels jingling and dangling as she ran, sounding a sweet harmony at the girl’s glee.
Pooja stood in front of the door, her heart racing. She gulped and reached the large lock that held the two massive maple doors together and with a final surge of excitement she dragged the doors open, her breath fast and her face pink, only to be faced with a punch from disappointment.
In front of her stood not her husband, but rather a young servant. Pooja felt her heart drop and her legs weaken as she grasped onto the door for support.
“Oh… Gowri… What is it?” Pooja asked the servant, her obvious look of excitement dissolving into a bitter look of disappointment.
“My lady, I was sent by-” Assuming that the servant was sent by one of the other wives, Pooja strayed her attention elsewhere, barely listening, holding her tears of self-pity back. “-His Majesty.”
Pooja felt herself nearly topple over as she lost grip on the door, effectively being caught by the surprised servant who helped her readjust her composure.
“Did- Did you just say ‘His Majesty’?” Pooja asked, somewhat contemplating wether she had actually gone insane from yearning for Bhalla for so long that she was now imagining things.
“Yes. His Majesty is summoning you to his quarters.” The servant said and Pooja began seeing stars in front of her eyes.
“Would- Would you please repeat that?” Pooja requested, beginning to lose grasp of herself in the chaos of her mind, her excitement and adrenaline running high.
“His Majesty has sent me to inform you that he wishes to see you in his quarters.”
“Do you know what for..?” Pooja asked. She thought she was being selfish and greedy when she had a tiny hope in her heart that the servant wouldn’t say that Pooja was needed for formal reasons.
“I believe his majesty-” Gowri gulped, tripping over her words and her eyes darting around, avoiding Pooja’s eyes.
“Yes?”
“I-I believe-” Gowri’s eyebrows scrunched together and she let out a quick sigh, “I’m unsure, your highness. I was only tasked with bringing you there.” Gowri said with unease, leaving a puzzled Pooja to wonder by she was being summoned.
“Oh… Alright.” Pooja said, mildly confused, “Aithe pada. {Trans. ‘Then let’s go.’}”
And so set off, the confused wife and the uneasy servant who seemed eager to fidget with her thumbs, desperate to leave.
“Just this way, your highness,” Gowri said, leading Pooja to a set of great big oka doors, far larger than Pooja’s. “His Majesty is waiting inside for you, your highness.” Gowri bowed to Pooja, not lifting her head up.
“But-” Pooja gulped as looked at the doors. “Is this not his Majesty’s room? I thought you were leading me to his office?” Gowri remained in a bow, not answering Pooja or liftening her head up.
Pooja gulped and begrudgingly put her palm on the door. With a slight push of uneasiness, the doors creaked open ever so slightly and with the noise of the door, the poor servant jumped and scampered away, keeping her head low in a bow.
Pooja turned her attention away from the jumpy servant and back to the door’s creak, from which the light of torches was spilling out. Pooja opened the door a little more and slowly poked her head inside, looking around to see where Bhallaladeva was and what he wanted with her.
Pooja didn’t know a thing about Bhalla’s room, for she had never been there.
Truth be told, no wife of Bhalla’s had ever gotten as close to his room as Pooja was now, so she knew it was urgent.
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Random Facts & 'Party Tricks' Of Choc Kinsley
Hopefully you aren't getting too tired of the mostly Choc content here. But sorry if you are. He's my favorite Oc besides Honey of course.
I just realized it would be his birthday today, April 1st (how comedic) and so he would be 59yo in 2015 if playing off ear on the games wonky timeline, during ItA and in 2024, 68yo. What an old man he is. lol. Only wanted to share that with you all if anyone was interested.
Tw/Tags: Implied Drug Use/Abuse, Health Issues
Choc is double jointed, abnormally flexible then a regular human should be. Has hypermobility. As he gets up there in age, it's a little more difficult and he does deal with frequent bodily pains.
Deals with daily chronic pains, usually mild to a point he can ignore it but to the trained eye of some it's noticeable with his sporadic mannerisms
^ Though when it's bad he's shaking uncontrollably, nearly bedridden and or left unable to function/control his own body
Weak sensation of the hands, attune to tingly static (like they're asleep) so it ends up more often than he likes to admit with him accidentally dropping stuff he was holding.
^ Same with his legs, there've been plenty of incidents, too many to count where they had randomly given out beneath him and he's left in a heap of long, bony limbs that can't move
^ Genuinely a very bony man, you can easily see them which he knows aren't healthy but laughed it off. Can hear him from a whole distance due to the loud crackling of his bones.
In his youth (even now) He's the life of the party. Knows how to have a good time and keep the mood positive. Whenever someone is around him, it's sure to help boost their own.
^ A recovering party animal with a high tolerance who used to drink and take drugs in unnatural excess.
His weirdest and creepy ‘party trick’ is where he's able to twist his head near full circle like an owl and keep it like that for a couple minutes straight. He can do it without hands too.
^ Can do the same with his back, turn right around-the-clock and bend over like a crab. Able to fold himself in tight to odd places and it's useful when
^ Another weird trick, not natural at all and gross, but post incident relating to his mouth. As it was broken, it hadn't healed properly so he could open up wide, just enough he could try to put his whole fist in and touch his tonsils.
^ His tongue can touch not only his nose but also his eyeballs due to how long, slender it can be. As well, can do all sorts of weird tongue twisters.
Whenever seemingly excited, happy or any other similar emotion, Choc flaps his hands while bouncing on the balls of his feet, unable to contain the movement.
Is always on his feet, is everywhere doing anything to help from early in the morning to late in the night, you will never see this man go on many breaks or at all. People do worry about him pushing himself far too much but somehow he's a ball of energy.
^ Literally an expansive book of knowledge. Whenever someone needs to know something, it's best to go to him
#Ask Away#Thsc Oc#Toppat Oc#Choc Kinsley#Implied Drug Use#Henry Stickmin Collection#The Henry Stickmin Collection#Thsc Choc Kinsley#Henry Stickmin Oc
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oh hey so
I just picked up the PA editor after a long while and remade a very old character model that I made when I was younger
Details and some story about the model(s) below.
I made this particular oc when i was around 12, and the old model from the left was made when I was 13 once I got the game
And honestly? It almost hurts to leave this model behind. She was the first thing I have ever modeled in the game aside from a small single lazer I made as a test. Her model has absolutely no eyelids, her hair and arms were meant to go in separate layers because I had no idea how to even collapse objects, not to mention her arms are also unusable because I cannot find any empty parent objects on them, and it's extremely tedious to animate because she can barely have any facial expressions. This model was hell to animate but I still feel a little emotional about it. That was my first boss model and I think that's somewhat special
this new model has eyelids in both the up and down sides of each eyes, and they can be used as eyebrows too. The facial expressions are way more easy to manipulate and the model is not a mess to utilize and navigate through anymore
the arms are completely movable and you can even fold the claws into a fist if you mess with negative size, you can also spin them freely because each claw is parented to the arm which is parented to two joints, one for the individual arm and one for the entire model itself in case you need to spin both arms at the same time.
While I am still a little emotional about the old model, I am pretty much very proud of the newest one, and I am excited to see how it feels like to actually animate it on the editor. I will probably test it later when I can
With all that said, thank you for reading if you got to this point, and have a nice day.
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Could you write something about your dnd character/s? Love hearing about other people's ocs!
hehe i finally have a moment to answer >:3c this is gonna be long so im gonna get a read more involved
my only character thats actually from dnd (my online group plays other ttrpgs) and "active" (we played two sessions 3 months ago ;w; but! might play again) Is Yeshe :3
Its a mdzs inspired campaign... im pretty sure, i havent watched it... so i based her off of tibetan folk clothes and ofc off of a pallas cat. She hadnt had time to shine as a character yet and her backstory and motivations are bit murky =w= but the gist is that she takes care of her magically gifted little sibling (another player character, my sketch attached), they were raised in a remote commune and are now going to the big city.
Now, the character from a finished campaign of City Of Mist (really cool system!!!) thats been on my mind a lot recently is my beloved Theooooooo
He was originally an oc completely detached from any specific setting, then I put him with my beloved Rochelle (in the blue dress, she started out as a dnd character but got only like 2 sessions back in 2020 :'3) in my own version of feywild (ill get to it later).
And then!!! I decided to play him in that CoM game and it was the best decision everrrrrrrrrr he was so so so so sos ososoosososos fun :3. CoM is urban fantasy where people become "rifts" for mythical beings and are able to use their power.
Theo was a Detective and a Fey and i really enjoyed playing an absolutely devious, controlling and charming guy =w=. His main motivation was power, he thought most people (except for his wife rochelle altough they have a tomshiv thing going on) are beneath him and mostly there for him to order around like chess pieces. And something that made this campaign insanely fun for me was that in order to get more powerful he had to do a task for the fey queen - kidnap and deliver a singer to her. A singer which also happened to be the person we had to protect during our investigation... dm and me kept it secret.
It was so insanely fun to walk into every scene thinking of how to find an opportunity to do that... in the end I managed to, in a very tense scene (the greyscale sketch at the top, the girl smiling behind theo is one of the fey messangers). The other PCs didnt stop him because they had some trust in him... got away with it completely :3. Tho I agreed not to play him in the next campaign (even tho id love to >_<) bc his jig was kinda up. Great character tho, and thanks to my dm i finally get warlocks, i might play one sometime!
Now, still in the city of mist im playing Valerie :3
Her mythos is "Vampire" but she refuses to drink blood... she gets all sorts of issues bc of that, has trouble keeping down frineds and jobs ect... Still very early in the campaign but shes pretty fun :3 tho i prefer chracters who are a bit more commanding, i made her more of a follower to let my group breathe after theo but i kinda naturally fell back into organising the party again last session so i think i just need to stick to making charismatic characters next time sidugfsd. shes a nice change of pace tho, im excited for whats in store for her.
My feywild!!! It's a setting ive had in my head ever since i made Rochelle, Its sort of an early modern france mixed with Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell which sounds pretty lame and ig it is isudgfsd.
Theres a lot of ideas and a lot of characters that i dont really have time to develop and am prolly gonna rework a million times =w= but its fun, and its fun to make plalists for random archfey.
Last character I'll mention =w= even tho i never got to play him because the campaign fell apart before the fist session, as they often do, I really love Byk and I wanna show you guys...
Tadeusz Byk born in 1880 in Poland, Emigrated to the usa (boston then moved near new york) with his mother and grandma when he was 13... Operates a temporary house for immigrants that his mother started. Now 40, works as a tailor and sells moonshine on the side. Depressed, repressed and with a big heart... hope i get to dust him off for something someday...
#barking#ask#I bet this is very unpleasant to read forgive me ive dyslexia and had to write it without autocorrect#if you guys are curious about any of em feel free to ask ^_^ also i have a million more ttrpg ocs so if you wanna see some more lemme know#i tried to stick to some relevant to dnd ones sdugsd#except for byk i just know you guys like old man yaoi#he got that hat from a childhood friend he had a thing for... all very tragic
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OC Kiss Week Day 5: Memory
WIP: Darkspace Portent
Pairing: Warren x Thrive
Timeline: Thriving: Meridian (ish. loosely. pre-first draft so everything is wrong.)
CW: Some, like, pain and stuff. Injury? Uh, if you don’t like reading about people in sustained physical pain, then don’t read this lol. Also, blood.
Rating: T
Words: 1,728
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"How bad is it?"
Thrive tightened his fists over the surface of the table, jaw wrenched closed, and shook his head. After a few beats during which the veins in his arms became alarming in their prominence, he released the breath he'd held. "It's not as bad…as it was the last time."
Warren cast a worried search over the screen of the organic data extractor from his position in the corner of the room. "Yeah…I'm not sure that's making me feel better about this."
Thrive grimaced and a hand reached up as if to remove the electrodes attached to his skull, but instead, he pressed his fingers to his temple. "It merely means that Ataneq and I will have to adjust the ratio of input and…and the output of…no." His face went blank. "I can't think." He slammed his wrist on the table and threw his head back, letting fly a lengthy swear in Solnai at the top of his voice.
Warren, understanding how much agony one had to be in to use that particular swear, switched the machine off and jumped to his side, kneeling beside his chair. "Okay, sweetheart, okay. That's good enough." He whipped an absorbent cloth from his pocket and dabbed the moisture from Thrive's forehead, turning his face toward him and registering the swelling relief not just through their physical connection, but their mental one as well. "You're doing great. Let's take a break."
"I'd rather not," Thrive rasped. "We're close. This is the most important thing I've ever done."
"And I'd rather not watch you fry your beautiful brain to a crisp." Warren dragged a second chair over and helped Thrive's trembling hands hold the cloth to his neck and the rest of his face. "Also, this is very much not the most important thing you've ever done."
Thrive grinned at him, as exhausted as he was in doing so. "Well…one could argue that you are the Most Important thing I've ever done."
"If you don't shut your fucking mouth," Warren muttered playfully, beginning to take the electrodes off of Thrive's chest.
Thrive grabbed his hand. "No. One more."
"Hey, I meant it when I said I was gonna put a stop to this if you punched that damn self-destruction button of yours again." Warren gripped Thrive's hand. "This machine is in its infancy and could kill you if you don't take a break."
Instead of the belligerence Warren expected, Thrive turned to him with excitement in his eyes. "The solution is right here. We could be moments away from a breakthrough. The entire kingdom is as close to being able to harness th'crode technology as you and I are right this second, Warren. You will be able to store your own memories without my help."
"Yeah, I kinda know all of that—"
"Do you understand how difficult it has been for me to watch you forget?"
Warren paused. The excitement had fallen away to reveal a deep sadness, remorse he hadn't seen in quite some time. "…It's gotten pretty bad."
"Yes." Thrive applied pressure onto the electrode Warren had started to remove. "Conversations with you about our shared past have become daily reminders of my misjudgment. My selfishness. You shouldn't have to rely on someone else to make sure your cherished memories never die over time."
Warren looked from him to the data extractor. "I still think you need to do this while natural..."
"The point is to test the extractor's capability on a human subject." Thrive straightened his spine. "Our physiology may be different in a lot of ways while I'm human, but I'm not about to test it on you in this stage of development. All it needs is recalibration. I've suggested putting the extraction points directly on the brain, but that idea was shot down rather quickly."
"Thank you, Ataneq," Warren grumbled.
"Let me do this one last time." Thrive pointed to the machine. "One last time. If it doesn't work, I will give up for the rest of the day."
Warren sighed into his hands. "I can't. I can't inflict more of this pain onto you. It's too much. No, I'm saying no. If you wanna torture yourself one more time, you need to get someone else in here to do it."
Thrive's eyebrow quirked.
Which was how, ten minutes later, Warren found himself standing next to Thoeala on the other side of the room while Ataneq calibrated the machine.
Warren turned a frown to Thoeala.
"Oh, you think I'm gonna say no?" Thoeala laughed. "You think just because he's my dad I have an opinion about his well-being?"
"Why are you still here if you didn't want to do this, Pop?" Ataneq asked, repositioning the electrodes on Thrive's head.
Warren sniffed. "Because if this doesn't kill him, I will."
Ataneq took Warren's previous spot behind the extractor. "Right. Counting down from five. Father, recall a memory. Let's keep it simple."
Thrive screwed his eyes shut and nodded, hands tightly clasped together. "Test designation eight-four-six-four," he said for the audio/visual records. "Recalling a memory of my last audience with Delegate Sinkship."
"Simple," Warren corrected. "Not painful."
Ataneq swiped a finger over the screen. "Long live the King. Five. Four. Three. Two. One."
A high-pitched whine rose from the machine and Thrive placed his hands flat on the table. "Yes…immediate drop in physical discomfort from designation eight-four-six-three." He inhaled slowly through his nose, then released through his mouth. "My sinus cavities are warm and there is a sharp sting behind the eyes."
"Holding onto the memory?"
"Yes. Begin transference…now."
Ataneq had only just done what he was told when Thrive let out an unusual sound. A guttural wail he tried to suppress, hanging his head, face contorting into a grimace. Thoeala bristled beside Warren and Ataneq narrowed his eyes.
"There's now…" Thrive touched the center of his forehead, fingers shaking visibly, "…severe—severe pain. Frontal and…damn it..."
Warren's guard raised. Any pain he deemed "severe" could have killed anyone else on the spot. "Thrive, shut it down."
"How close are we," Thrive asked through gritted teeth.
"I can't actually tell. Everything's going haywire," Ataneq said. "Your receptors are being overloaded; you need to stop the transference or you're going to go into self-preservation mode."
As Thrive opened his eyes, a single rivulet of blood rolled down from his nose. "Hemorrhaging. Numbness in…in the hands." He swiped the blood away with a thumb and winced again. "And I'm experiencing a burning sensation on the skin."
"Fuck," Warren spat. "This is exactly why I didn't want to do this again!"
Ataneq held up a hand in Thoeala's direction when she crossed over to Thrive. "Don't touch him yet. I stopped the extractor but he wasn't able to cut off the transference. He's got to come down gradually."
Thrive's eyelids drooped and he snapped upright in an attempt to stay present and focused. "I…I'm about to…fall into preservation state."
"Genius." Warren leaned over the table and gestured around his eyes to get Thrive to make eye contact. "I have been alive for so fucking long and you wanna know why I'm only now starting to get gray hair?"
Thrive carefully rested his head in his arms, tugging the electrodes' wires to their limit. "I may have an idea..."
"Yeah, he's out," Ataneq said after a second of silence.
Thoeala sighed. "So he did that for no reason?"
"No, he succeeded."
"Excuse me?" Warren glanced at him in alarm. "…You mean he actually managed to transfer a memory into the databank?"
Ataneq nodded. "It's not very clear, but it's there. I can just make out vague shapes moving across the screen. We can work with this."
Warren walked around the table and kneeled beside Thrive, who didn't appear to be breathing at all. He felt his neck for a pulse and was satisfied to catch the glacial thrum of his system working to mend his brain. "Babe..."
"Wow," Thoeala exclaimed, peering at the screen of the extractor over Ataneq's shoulder. "That is incredible! Yeah, I can see an outline of Sinkship!"
"Thrive," Warren said, raking his fingers through Thrive's hair. "You did it. We'll celebrate when you're awake." He removed the electrodes and kissed Thrive's temple, his ear, and the bit of cheek exposed to him. "You cause me enormous stress but you also never cease to make me proud."
Thoeala and Ataneq each took turns patting Thrive on the back before leaving the room. "Give us a heads up on how he is."
"Always," Warren promised before settling down on the floor.
He was there for close to half an hour before Thrive sank back into consciousness, folding himself upright and wiping the rest of the blood from his nose.
"Welcome back," Warren said.
Thrive turned, clearly not expecting to see him, grogginess still present on his face. "You waited."
"Well, yeah…you pulled it off. I couldn't just leave you here."
Thrive patted himself down for the wireless electrodes that were used to monitor his physical response to the testing as Warren got up to perch himself on the table. "I'm surprised that it actually worked."
Warren leaned over to capture him in a firm kiss. "I'm not."
"I suppose I owe you an apology." Thrive kissed him again. "I'll take this as a sign to always do what you say from now on."
"Oh," Warren said with a sly smile. "Nice. I don't even care that you're making fun of me. I will take full advantage of this."
"As I've no doubt." Thrive offered him only a half-sarcastic smirk in return. "I believe you called, rightfully, for a celebration."
"You heard that, huh?"
"I'm…in a word, spent. Would you like to stay the night at the Fertile Patch? We could set up a camp."
"That sounds fantastic."
Thrive kissed him one final time before they parted ways to prepare for the hour-long shuttle trip. Warren apprised the kids of Thrive's state and while Thrive managed to stay awake on the ride over, as soon as his head hit the lush grass of the uninhabited area of wilderness he was down for the count again.
Warren watched the sunset by himself, using Thrive's stomach as a pillow, lost in thought about the impact the day's accomplishments would have on the neighboring galaxies.
He'd played a part in history yet again, it seemed.
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we looked like giants (4)
hi.
Thank you to @butter--peanut for beta reading.
Sayuri looks like this.
Hatake Kakashi x OC
Rated E (eventual smut)
6714 words
On the cusp of an all out war between the big villages and the Akatsuki Uchiha Sayuri suddenly returns to her hometown of Konoha after over ten years of absence. Her return throws Kakashis life out of order. Or- If Hatake Kakashi had a ryo for everytime a childhood friend he thought was dead came back to life he would have two ryo, which isn’t much, but it is weird that it happened twice.
4. old friends.
“Alright, nice to see you all!” The redhead rolled up her sleeves and pushed her right fist into the air. “I am so excited to meet you formally. My Name is Uzumaki Kushina and I am 20 years old. My dream is to become Hokage and show the world that not only me, but especially women in general absolutely can kick ass, you know?” She stopped for a moment and added, “Though currently it seems that Minato is the one who gets the hat, but if he thinks I will just let him live that down he is wrong.”
The girl on the left sighed and rolled her eyes. Kushina continued: “I am very happy to be the teacher of the first all female team in the history of the village! At least Lord Third said as much. I hope that we will all work well together and support one another! But I know we will be excellent.” She pumped her arms into the air.
One of the girls yawned, which did not stop Kushina in the slightest. “Now you guys can introduce yourself. I know some of you by your face or name, but not in detail. Please go ahead and tell me what you like and what you dream of, so I can optimise our work and our training accordingly.”
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The bed in the inn was a little too stiff for Sayuri’s taste and falling asleep always took much longer than she had anticipated. Maybe it also had to do with the fact that the worries were still keeping her awake, even a week after she had returned to Konoha, but it was easier to just blame the mattress, because that meant she didn’t have to think too much. Sayuri rubbed the sleep out of her face and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was six AM. Wonderful.
She hadn’t really meant to be so aggressive towards Kakashi. Actually, she had been convinced with herself that she would be able to easily be level-headed with him. For the entire long journey from Kiri to Konoha she had steeled herself for meeting him, reminding herself to keep her calm. She knew Kakashi had not been responsible for what happened to Obito, she knew that he had only been a child too and was traumatised from what he had seen, but forgiving him was apparently harder than she had anticipated.
Sayuri had gotten good at blaming Kakashi for misfortunes in her life. As unfair as that might be.
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#fanfiction things#hatake kakashi#kakashi hatake#kakashi x oc#hatake kakashi x oc#oc: sayuri#i started this so ill end it
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I absolutely loved the new chapter (never apologize for taking long to pump out masterpieces FOR FREE) and I love how much more deeply we get to understand MC's character. Your writing is always so immersive, I could imagine the events in my noggin like a movie it was awesome. Loved that MC was always pretty selfless and I thought it was so cute to see where her love for fashion came from. I'm just obsessed with the world you've built, it's just like *clenches fists* SO GOOD theres nuance and aspects from irl in there which makes the world more believable and things make sense as to how MC would spiral to her choice- i just care so much about everyone and everything fjskfken *chefs kiss*
I'm very excited to learn how everything else got to be the way it is, her rising the ranks, seeing how she interacted with people in her military life, losing her memories- I'm on the edge of my seat!!!
Thank you for sharing such an amazing story!! - 🍒
AWWW thank YOU! this entire message made my day <3
it is my literal GOAL to write what others envision as movie scenes, so honestly, my job here is done! i'm super happy you love the world-building because i broke my back trying to make it 🤣 i also spent SO LONG crafting OC's character, so WOW am i ecstatic that you like her for her
ohohoho you'll learn all of those things very soon :)) so happy i could be sharing my story with people like you <3
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celeste & daddy day!
a huh, that's new oneshot
pairing: architect!dad!bucky barnes x diner owner!mom!reader x daughter!oc
about: it was supposed to be daddy-daughter day while mommy's running errands.
warnings: language, sad daughter, FLOOOF!! cuteness overload!!!
a/n: this is a oneshot in the same universe as my smau: huh, that's new, but you don't have to read it for you to understand this fic :) i had a lot of fun writing this, i'll probably write more oneshots in the same universe or maybe just anything about dad!bucky. enjoy reading! the photo used for socmed parts is from pinterest. let me know your thoughts about this! reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated! <3 *also this is edited, i kinda forgot about a detail about Wanda 😭
❗please DO NOT repost, translate, or copy my works❗
my masterlist || huh, that's new - masterlist
It was Bucky's day off.
Well, he had a couple of days off and today is just the beginning of it.
Naturally, he wanted to spend those days with his two girls. Unfortunately, you had a lot of errands to run since you do have that diner, plus you had to pay the bills and buy food for your family. So, you suggested that your husband and daughter spend the day together, just the two of them. And so, he planned their day, starting with a yummy breakfast that he, himself will make. After that, he planned to play with her and her toys, then maybe watch some movies. Then he'd take her, along with their dog, bakrie to the park for some ice cream and just to run around and play on the playground, then they'd make dinner for mommy.
Grabbing your things, you passed by your two favorite people, "enjoy your day together, my babies!" you placed all of the things you needed for the day in your bag.
Celeste, your 4 year old daughter, laughed and looked up at her father, "hehehe mommy called you a baby too!"
"Yeah? Well I am her first baby,” Bucky said, smirking at your child, making her look up at you with shock and betrayal written all over her face. "What?!" she shrieked.
You laughed at your daughter's reaction, "daddy's just kidding, dolly. Now, c'mon and gimme a hug before I go," you crouched down and opened your arms as she ran to you. You hugged her tiny body tightly and kissed her chubby cheeks.
When you stood up, Bucky grabbed your waist and kissed your cheeks, whispering a goodbye, doll. I love you, which you returned. He picked up Celeste who was waving at you, "bye mommy, stay safe!"
"You too, C. Watch your daddy while I'm gone, yeah?" you winked at her, making her raise her fist in excitement, "yeah!" Bucky chuckled and shook his head at his two girls before giving you another kiss goodbye.
After watching you drive away, Bucky and Celeste went back inside their home. it's a simple two-storey home that Bucky himself had planned for you and your growing family. You and Bucky moved in after your honeymoon, almost 6 years ago. It's situated just outside of the city, a bit further away from your jobs, but at least now, you have your own place.
Some years ago, before you met Bucky Barnes, you lived with 4 other people you considered as your siblings (though one of them is actually your adoptive brother).
The said adoptive brother, Peter, is now a successful engineer and a very caring Uncle to your sweet Celeste. After you and Bucky moved out, you transferred the name of the apartment to him, so he now lives there with his long-term girlfriend, MJ, and sometimes Pietro.
Well... Pietro travels a lot due to his job. you honestly don't know what he's up to now, last thing you remember is that he's a youtuber who rarely comes home. It must pay a lot, you thought, since you see that his vlogs are out of the country.
Anyways, his twin sister, Wanda, is someone you also used to live with. She still works for you as a manager in your diner, but she moved out of the apartment just months ago, ever since she found out she's finally with child. She and her husband, Vision, found a house in your neighborhood and now lives a block away from you and your family.
Another person you used to live with is Natasha. she used to work for you too, in your diner, before she discovered her passion in life, which is fashion. Now, she's a rising name in the fashion industry, and you couldn't be prouder. She's also married to Bucky's best friend, Steve, and they both live in the same apartment that she moved into way back when they were still just boyfriend-girlfriend.
Now, you and Bucky, that's a long story. The important part is that years ago, both of you finally came to your senses and got together. After a few months together, Bucky moved into your big ass apartment, then he bought you a dog, then a ring, made you a house, and gave you your precious dolly, C.
"So, what do you wanna do today, C?" asked Bucky. The little girl tapped her pointer finger to her chin, thinking of what game she wanted to play with her daddy.
She jumped and clapped her hands, "let's play dinosaurs, dragons, and princesses!"
Her father smiled, "ooh, that sounds fun!"
Celeste ran to her room for Bucky to follow. After an hour of running around — with some toys and improvised costumes — both inside and outside of the house, Bucky decided that it was time to have a little break. The duo went to their kitchen to get some snacks and drinks before deciding to watch a movie for now.
Halfway into the movie, Bucky's phone rang, a sound that Celeste hated since it always keeps her mommy and daddy away from her. Celeste gave her father a look of disappointment, something that Bucky thinks she learned from her Uncle Steve. He promised her that it will be really quick and that they don't have to pause the movie.
Bucky went to the kitchen, where he can talk to whoever is calling, properly, "hey, what's up?... what?... it's my day off..." he looked at his daughter who was enjoying the music sequence of the movie they were watching, "can't anyone else do it? I'm with my daughter...well, can I bring her?...what?...fine, I'm on my way."
He sighed and rubbed his temples before walking back to the living room to his singing daughter. Celeste stopped singing as she looked at her dad who had an apologetic look on his face, but to her, it was a look saying that her daddy needs to go to the restroom.
Before she could say anything, her dad spoke up, "hey C, umm, daddy has to do something at work today. So I'm gonna drop you off at unky Stevie's, okay?"
She pouted, tears forming in her eyes, "but it's Celeste and daddy day."
He felt extremely bad. He wanted to cry knowing that he was the reason that his precious dolly is sad, "I know, sorry honey. I'm really really sorry. I'm gonna make it up to you okay?" he said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"You promise?" she sniffled.
He showed her his pinky which she locked her tiny pinky with, "I promise dolly. Tomorrow, I’ll be with you and mommy for the whole day. Now let's get you dressed up to see Unky Stevie and Aunt Natty."
It was a 10-minute drive to the Romanoff-Roger's apartment complex. Bucky entertained his 4-year-old by playing her playlist called "Celeste's cool playlist" which she named herself. She's really proud of it too.
When they arrived, Celeste brought her cute little backpack containing her favorite doll from her Uncle Pietro, some clothes Bucky packed for her, a few snacks, a bottle of water, her crayons, and some paper which she insisted to bring since she wanted to color with her aunt and uncle.
"Hey C! you look very pretty today," Steve greeted, picking her up.
She gave him a toothy grin, "thanks Uncky Stevie. You look pretty today too!"
"Thank you sweetie. Do you wanna see Aunt Natty?" he asked, making the little girl nod excitedly, "go ahead, she's in the kitchen."
Steve sighed heavily at his friend, "I love my godchild, I really do, but I also have to work later. Why couldn't you just bring her to Pepper? At least there, she could play with Morgan."
"I would, but they're still in Hawaii," Bucky sighed. "Anyways, I packed all her stuff in the backpack she's wearing. And you know she's not choosy with food, so you can feed her whatever is available for lunch. Just text me when you need to leave, I'll try to get out ASAP." he instructed, giving him an apologetic look.
Steve nodded as Bucky spoke again, "oh, and don't--"
"Don't tell Y/N, okay I got it."
"Thanks, I owe you one!"
Bucky called his daughter again to hug and kiss her goodbye. He thanked Natasha when he saw her and wished her to have a safe flight before leaving the apartment.
Steve looked at his wife and godchild who are now back in the living room, watching some cartoons. He loves his godchild. He loves spoiling her, taking care of her, and spending time with her. He really did want to spend the rest of the day with her. But...he has site visits later.
"So, C... what do you wanna eat for lunch?" Steve asked her as he sat down beside her.
"Aunt Natty's burgers!" Celeste cheered, causing the couple to laugh.
Steve dramatically gasped, "what about Uncky Stevie's burgers? You don’t like them?"
"Aunt Natty's is cheesier."
So the three made burgers for lunch which they ate while watching Celeste's cartoons. Celeste was quite chatty. Growing up with talkative and energetic parents, aunts, and uncles will do that to you.
She's such a bright kid too. She tries to make sense of everything that's happening around her. That's why when her Uncky Steve's phone started ringing, she immediately got sad and clingy, knowing that the phone would make her Uncky Stevie go away too.
"Aww C, I have to answer this," Steve said, looking at the little girl apologetically.
Celeste pouted and let go of his arm hesitantly. She climbed on to her Aunt Natty's lap and hugged her as Steve walked away to answer his phone.
"Hello?...fuck is it 1pm already?...okay fine, i'll meet you guys there," Steve grabbed all the things he needed before going back to the living room where the girls are still watching tv.
"Uncky Steve, are you leaving too?" Celeste asked, pouting.
Steve frowned at the sight, he didn't want to leave his favorite (and only) godchild. How could Bucky and Y/N leave this little girl everyday to go to work?, he thought. "I have to, C. But you'll be staying with Aunt Natty. I'll bring you more burgers and donuts when I next see you, kay?"
The little girl sighed, "m'kay."
Natasha walked to her husband, leading him out of earshot and leaving Celeste on the couch, "I have to go to the airport at 2pm. I hope you or Bucky will be back by then."
Steve gave his wife an apologetic look, "sorry babe, the earliest I could do is 4:30. You should call Buck or Wanda? just don't tell Y/N."
"Don't tell Y/N that her child is with us?"
Steve raised his hands in surrender, "don't blame me, Bucky told me that."
"I swear, Steven Grant Rogers, if you ever do this with our own kid and not tell me where they are and who they're with, I fucking swear I'll break your neck," Nat said, pointing her pointer finger to Steve's face.
Steve nodded, "I know, babe. Be safe, okay? Call me when you land."
After kissing his wife and hugging his godchild goodbye, Steve went to work. Meanwhile, it is 1:21pm on the clock and Natasha is freaking out about where and who she could leave Celeste with.
"Aunt Natty, can you do my hair?" Celeste spoke, pulling Natasha's attention from her phone to the child.
Natasha placed her phone down, beside her on the couch, and sat the little girl on her lap, facing her. "Okay ducky, how do you want it?"
Celeste pointed to her hair, "like your hair."
Nat smiled at the little version of you, "of course, ducky."
Braiding the hair of an excited Celeste is quite hard. She's very jumpy and talkative, always turning her head to look at Natasha who was behind her.
She'll never admit it, but Natasha sometimes imagines that her ducky, Celeste, is her own. She wants to have one soon but due to her career that's just getting started, she and Steve agreed to have one when she gets used to everything that comes with her career. But with Celeste being around all the time, it's getting harder to not want a baby.
Celeste is now getting annoyed with all the phone ringing wherever she goes. She looked at her Aunt with knitted eyebrows and a pout, trying to be mad but ended up looking all cute. "Look, ducky, it's your dad!" Natasha said, making Celeste smile and press the answer button herself.
"Hey Nat, is Celeste okay?"
"Yes, I am. Hi daddy!"
"Oh hey dolly! Are you having fun with Uncky Stevie and Aunt Natty?"
"Uncky Stevie left."
"Aww sorry sweetie. Daddy's also trying to work as fast as I can. Could you hand the phone to Aunt Natty?"
After handing the phone back to her Aunt, Natasha went to the kitchen so that she could be out of earshot. "Hey, I'm leaving for Paris soon."
It’s her 2nd time attending Paris Fashion Week, and she didn’t want to not be there. Natasha’s been looking forward to this all month, she even finished packing all of her bags after she received the news that she was going. The last thing she wanted to do is to not catch her plane.
"I know, ugh. I can't pick her up until 4. Could you please drive her to the diner, to Wanda? if Wanda is available. Y/N should be done with her errands at the diner."
"Yeah, I'll check. I'll drop her off on my way to the airport."
"Thanks Nat. And don't tell Y/N"
"Barnes, if you do this again to my godchild, I'll hunt you down and snap your neck, I swear."
"I won't, I promise."
After she messaged Wanda, Natasha started to put her bags out, making Celeste run to her Aunt and hug her legs. "don't leave me, Aunt Natty," Celeste started crying and soaking Natasha's pants.
Natasha, who was also tearing up, seeing her godchild like that, picked her up and wiped her tears. "Ducky, no. I'm not leaving you alone. We're going to see Aunt Wan's in the diner."
"Oh. Okay," Celeste started placing her things back in her backpack, still sniffling a little. Natasha snapped a quick photo of her adorable godchild.
A cab took the two to the diner. Natasha distracted the girl a bit so that Celeste wouldn't cry when she went.
When they arrived at the diner, it was full of customers. Natasha asks the cab driver to wait for a while for her. The waiters and waitresses greeted the two with a smile which Celeste excitedly returned. When she saw her Aunt Wanda, who was behind the counter, she ran to her and hugged her legs.
"Hi, Auntie Wanda!"
"Oh hey, Les! I love your braids!"
Celeste pointed to Nat, "Aunt Natty did them!"
Wanda nodded, giving the girl some fries she prepared for her. Natasha sat her up on a stool, not letting go of her.
"As you can see, I'm very busy," Wanda told Nat.
Natasha nodded, "Mhm, mhm. It's kinda hard to ignore. I really need to be at the airport right now though. Don't worry, Bucky said that he'll be able to pick her up by 4."
"Aunt Natty, you're leaving?" Celeste asked.
"Fine, I'll just call Pietro, maybe he's upstairs. have a safe flight." Wanda side-hugged Natasha.
Natasha grimaced, "I'm sorry, ducky. Aunt Natty has to be in Paris for a week. But I'll make sure to bring you something back, okay? Do you want some shoes and dresses?"
Celeste smiled and nodded excitedly, "yeah!"
"Then Aunt Natty will bring them to you when I get back, okay? I'll miss you, ducky."
Celeste hugged her Aunt, "I'll miss you too, Aunt Natty."
"Oh and don't tell Y/N, according to Bucky," Nat told Wanda.
"Oh if Vision ever did this--"
Nat smirked, "I know right?"
When Natasha left, Wanda made sure to stay at the counter so that she could see Celeste who was still on the stool. Celeste's a good company. She told her Auntie Wanda about all the games she would play with Billy and Tommy when she sees them again.
When Celeste was distracted with her milkshake, Wanda called her brother. "Pietro, why the hell won't you reply to my messages?"
"Sis it's midnight here...I think? What the hell, why are you calling?" Pietro replied, sleepily.
"Midnight? Where are you?"
"Japan."
"What?! Since when?"
"Since 3 months ago!"
"What?! How come I didn't know?"
"Because you don't actually read the messages I sent to you?"
"What? I so read them!"
"Really? Then why am I here?"
"Cause, you're vlogging," Wanda asked with a 'duh' tone
"I'm making a movie! See! You never read my messages!"
"Okay, maybe I haven't been paying attention a lot lately, but I need someone to babysit C right now so I have to go. I'll talk to you soon."
Pietro yawned, "mhm, kay."
She has a lot of questions for her brother right now, but she has to look for someone who can watch Celeste for one more hour.
"Maximoff!" someone yelled as they entered the glass door.
Wanda released a sigh of relief, "Sam! Thank goodness you're here!"
"No need to thank goodness, Wan. I just wanna have my usual to go. I'm still moving some things to my new place."
"Uncky Sam!" Celeste waved excitingly to her Uncle.
Sam walked up to her and carried her, "Hey C! Didn't know you're here."
"Yeah, Y/N's doing errands, Bucky had to go to work, then Steve had to go to work, then Nat had to go to Paris and now I have to work too," Wanda explained.
Celeste yawned, "can we play Uncky Sammy?"
"Aww Les, aren't you tired?" Sam asked, brushing her hair with his fingers.
Celeste shook her head and yawned again, "no, not tired, Uncky Sammy."
"Please watch her for a while. Bucky will be here at around 4, that's in an hour. I really need to get back to the kitchen," Wanda pleaded.
"But my girl's waiting for me in the apartment," Sam whined.
Celeste became teary-eyed for the nth time today, "you don't want to play with me, Uncky Sammy?"
Sam panicked, "what? I--No! Uncky Sammy wants to play with C! What do you wanna play?"
Wanda smirked, "well, Les, Auntie Wanda's gonna be in the kitchen okay? Do you want any food?"
Celeste smiled and shook her head, "thank you, Auntie Wanda."
Sam texted his girl to just come by the diner as well since he can't bring Celeste to their new apartment. It's still quite messy, besides, Boinky will be fetching her at the diner soon. See, it's moving day for Sam and his girlfriend of 1 year. They moved into a new apartment that is convenient for both of them which is close to both their jobs. so, for the whole day, they're just moving some stuff around and placing their things where they belong. Sam just dropped by the diner to get some food for the both of them.
He later joined Celeste in coloring, when his girl arrived and sat next to them on the stool. He even messed with the little girl, almost coloring something with the wrong color.
"No Uncky Sam! The sky is blue, not orange," Celeste laughed at her uncle who seems to not know colors.
Sam chuckled, "my bad, C. I thought this was blue," he said pointing to the orange crayon.
Celeste laughed again, "you're silly Uncky Sammy! That’s called orange."
After a few more Celeste & Uncky Sammy masterpieces, Celeste became tired, almost fell asleep while coloring. Sam carried her, so she could fall asleep on his shoulders instead of the table.
Sam saw Wanda walking back to the counter with Peter, "aww baby C! here, I can take her off your hands, Sam," Peter offered.
"Why didn't you come here sooner, kid?" Sam said, handing over a sleepy Celeste to Peter.
"Uncky Pete!" Celeste said sleepily, wrapping her arms around Peter's neck.
Once Peter was carrying her, he stroked her hair to make her fall asleep, "hey C," Peter said softly, "I'll bring you to the apartment, you can sleep on your mom's old bed."
Peter looked at Sam and Wanda, "you guys didn't tell me you need help babysitting. I've been staring at the ceiling all day."
"Yeah, it's a long story, just take her up," Wanda said, giving Celeste's backpack to Peter. "bye-bye Celeste. oh and Pete, don't tell Y/N." Peter nodded.
"Bye C, I'll see you again soon," Sam said softly before saying goodbye to the two and leaving with his girlfriend.
Peter took her to his apartment just above the diner. He put her down on your old bed gently and placed a blanket over the sleeping girl.
Peter decided to cook some early dinner for himself and his girlfriend MJ who will return from work soon. The two of them have been living together ever since you and Bucky moved out and they've been together for a few months longer. They were usually Celeste's babysitters so Peter was confused as to why Bucky didn't leave Celeste with him today.
The knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts, so he opened it. "Peter, thank you so much for watching Celeste."
Bucky walked inside and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "dude are you okay?" Peter asked his brother-in-law who was breathing heavily on his stool.
Bucky nodded, catching his breath, "there was no parking nearby so I parked by that bookstore and ran all the way here."
"That's like five blocks away."
"Trust me, I know." Bucky replied, still catching his breath, "so...where is she?"
Peter pointed to their old room, "sleeping."
Bucky went inside their old room to see his daughter who was stirring awake. "Daddy!"
"Hey, dolly. See? I'm back." Bucky said, opening his arms.
Celeste ran to her father to give him a tight hug, "I promised you some ice cream at the park today, didn't I?"
The little girl pulled away to nod her head, "you said I could have one in a cone!"
"Mhm! So why don't you go over there to your Uncky Pete and say thank you for taking care of you, okay?"
Celeste ran to her Uncle to give him a big hug. Peter carried her to kiss her cheek, "visit again soon, okay?" he said, making the girl nodded.
The father-daughter duo went back down to thank Wanda for watching Celeste. After that, they went to the park to get the ice cream her daddy had promised her. Bucky sat on the grass, while Celeste sat on her father's lap, telling him stories of what happened after he went.
"Then Aunt Natty did my hair like her hair!"
"Ahh, that's why it looks different!" Bucky said, acting surprised for his daughter.
He wiped some ice cream off her cheeks as she continued her story, "yeah! And she told me she will buy me dresses and shoes when she gets back!"
Bucky shook his head, chuckling, at the thought of his daughter being spoiled by her aunts and uncles. "Oh! And daddy, Auntie Wanda told me that I can play with Billy and Tommy next weekend!" she said while licking her ice cream.
"Scheduling your own playdates, huh, dolly?"
"It gets sad when you and mommy are away, daddy. Polly doesn't like playing with me," Celeste said, referring to her babysitter.
"Aww dolly, I'm sorry," Bucky said, wiping ice cream from her face.
Celeste nodded her head in understanding, "daddy, daddy."
"Yeah, dolly?"
"When Billy and Tommy are are both brothers. When can I have one?" Celeste looked up at her daddy with her big, innocent eyes.
"Well...do you want a brother or sister?" Bucky asked cautiously as Celeste nodded her head eagerly.
"Yes! Yes, daddy! I want a brother and sister!"
"Brother and sister huh?"
"Yes! so we can have a big happy family!" The little girl said, even doing some hand gestures, spreading her short arms as wide as she can, to make sure her dad gets her point.
"We can talk about that with mommy later," Bucky said, holding Celeste and carrying her as he stood up. "Now let's go home and make some dinner for mommy."
Celeste continued her story as Bucky drove home. He noticed how his daughter would repetitively say brother and sister, obviously not letting go of the idea.
When they arrived home, your car still wasn't in the garage. He and Celeste walked inside and started to get the ingredients of your favorite dinner out, which they planned to cook. With Bucky as the head chef and Celeste as the sous-chef, they were able to create the dish quite quickly and nicely.
"Ooooh! don't tell me that's mommy's favorite dish!" you said, smelling the air in your kitchen as you walked in.
"It is your favorite mommy!" Celeste said, running to you and jumping into your arms, making you carry her.
Errands day is always the most exhausting day of the month for you. You had to run from one building to another for a whole day. You always just look forward to seeing your daughter and husband in your house, just like every day.
"Okay! It's finished! And I've already prepared the table too. So all you have to do is eat," Bucky said, walking over to you and your daughter. He kissed your cheek and hugged the both of you while he's still in his apron.
Bucky carried the grocery bags you brought inside and placed them on the counter temporarily. He pulled your designated seat for you and Celeste too.
"Aww Bucky, this looks so good!" you told Bucky as you got some food on your plate.
Bucky hummed, "well of course it looks good! Celeste helped me make them!"
You looked at your daughter who was nodding proudly, "yes mommy! Daddy couldn't have done it without me!"
You laughed, "yes, honey, I couldn't have done it without you. But where did you learn that phrase?" Bucky asked.
Celeste shrugged, "movie."
"So what else did you do with daddy today?" you asked as you ate.
"I played dragons, dinosaurs, and princesses with daddy! And I won! Then we watched a movie, then-"
Bucky cleared his throat, "why don't you tell mommy about a brother and sister, dolly?"
You shot Bucky a confused look, "what?"
Looking at your daughter, she seemed excited. "Mommy! I want brothers and sisters!"
You coughed, almost spitting out the food you were chewing. "...What?"
"Can I have a brother and sister? Please mommy?" she asked with her adorable pout and puppy dog eyes.
"You really want siblings, baby?"
"Yeah! like Billy and Tommy!"
"Your dad and I have to talk about it first."
"But I'm ready to be a big sister now, mommy! I promise! I'll be good, and I'll play with them all the time! And I can share my food too and my toys!"
You nodded, still a bit confused as to why you're having this conversation. "I know you are, baby. You're gonna be a great big sister!"
The rest of dinner, the three of you...well more like just Celeste, talked about having siblings. You tried to stir the conversation in another way but your daughter can't seem to let go of the topic.
After cleaning up in the kitchen and dining room, you took Celeste to the bathroom to wash her. You could tell she's getting quite tired but that didn't stop her from talking more about her future siblings.
"I get to tuck her in tonight since you already spent the whole day with her," you told Bucky.
Bucky agreed, feeling quite nervous. He knows that his daughter could talk and rat him out. He's guessing, maybe Celeste won't get those siblings after his wife finds out what happened today.
Celeste gave her dad a hug and kiss good night before you and her went to her room. Once you dimmed the lights, you tucked her in her bed.
"So, C. You didn't finish telling me about your day with daddy," you asked her.
Celeste is a very talkative girl. And of course, you knew that, so you prepared yourself to hear every single detail of her day.
And so she told you her whole day. Every. Single. Detail.
"Your daddy did what?"
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Would you write for your oc Eva ? With Mando? “I didn’t put egg in your boots, I swear. It was The Child.” <3 thanks so much x
Characters: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin, Eva (oc), and The Child/Grogu
A/N: This one I didn't turn into a reader one as the prompt came for Eva. This is still part of my Mando's Lessons to Parenting verse. If you want to read the rest of them with Eva instead of reader, they can be found on my ff.net account. Hopefully soon in Ao3 too as soon as I figure out the posting system there :)
I hope you enjoy this one! I also haven't watched the show for a while so apologies if the characters feel off.
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Mando's Lessons to Parenting: The Eggcident
He jerked awake from sleep as the sound of the child's bubbly giggling carried to his ears accompanied by a soft laugh from the girl. There was a strange clapping too.
He sat up on his bunk bed, head turning towards the sound of his children. Calling Eva and the Child his children still felt strange but right at the same time. From behind his helmet the Mandalorian found his lips curving to smile. The children were sitting on the floor, only a few feet from his bed, and the older was trying to teach the younger some sort of clapping game. It seemed that the reason they were laughing was because his youngest had figured out he could put his own hands between Eva's before she could clap them together.
"That's not how the game words you little scamp!" Eva laughed, grabbing at his hands to step them from moving.
The child made a happy yell, and then threw himself at Eva. The girl caught him easily and the Mandalorian spied how her hand reached towards the green ears, clearly about to tickle him.
"How long have you two been awake?"
The question made both of them look at him, startled if Eva's hand halting in the air near the little one's ear gave anything away.
Eva let the Child get away from her lap and he made a surprisingly quick way to Mando, latching his little body to his foot, babbling something without proper words.
"Somebody's excited", Din chuckled, picking the little one up from the floor.
He looked up just in time to see Eva avert his eyes away from them, finding instead pulling at a loose thread in the fabric covering her knee more interesting.
The Mandalorian shifted the child on his lap. "Eva", he called, aiming for what he hoped was a gentle tone. The girl raised her head instantly.
The man patted the space next to him, and Eva scampered to close the space between them. He lifted his arm enough for Eva to lean herself to his side. He noted how she looked tired, even more so as she yawned and snuggled closer to him.
"How long have you two been awake?" Mando repeated the question, watching as Eva closed her eyes although she reached out with one hand to let the Child poke at her palm. The little one's giggles filled the air again as Eva closed her fist gently around the Child's hand every time he kept his hand on her palm a bit longer.
"I don't know", Eva mumbled. "The kid woke me up sometime ago and I didn't want to wake you."
The Mandalorian made a humming sound. "You can sleep for a bit now. We're not leaving this rock behind today."
"Okay", Eva mumbled, tiredly lowering herself to Mando's pillow instead of moving to her own bed.
Din opened his mouth, then closed it again with a small shake of his head as he realised she was already asleep.
A look down confirmed that the small one had in fact fallen asleep too. He lowered him between the wall and Eva before standing up.
He had taken his boots off last night and they were exactly where he had left them – next to his bed.
The cracking sound and Mando's no doubt curse words in Mando'a startled both Eva and the kid from their sleep.
A low sound that could only be described as a growl was heard in the room as Din turned his helmet-covered head to face the suddenly very innocent-looking children.
Din lifted his foot which was now covered in raw egg, some of it dripping to the floor in a thin line.
"Whose idea was this?" Din questioned, finding it difficult to keep hints of anger from his voice.
As if one, both children raised a hand to point at the other.
"Eva."
"What?! It wasn't me!" Eva protested. "I didn't put eggs in your boots, I swear! It was him!"
The child began to babble on in a tone which sounded protesting as well.
"Enough!" The Mandalorian said without raising his voice but making both of the children snap their mouths shut anyway.
He had no way of telling which one of them had actually been the culprit. How was he supposed to deal with this sort of situation?
"Clean it up", Din eventually said, pulling his ruined sock from his foot. He would need to wash it. He turned his head to look from Eva to the Child. "Both of you."
"But-"
"No buts. And my word is final, kid."
"Fine, but I want it known that this is so unfair."
"Less talking, more work", Din only said, picked the Child from the bed and placed him on the floor before placing his hand between Eva's shoulders to gently push her to move up from the bed as well.
In the end, the Mandalorian never got the truth about who had put the eggs in his boots. He always did suspect though, that both of them had something to do with it.
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I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOUR BHALLA X READER FIC I GENUINELY CANNOT WAIT ARGHHHANXJAKHDIANZJANNZ
'Wife' I'M GONNA DIE OF SUSPENSE AMD EXCITMENT AJHD 😫😫😫😫
Wife | Pt. 1《Bharya》B. Deva
☆Bhallaladeva x Fem! Reader☆
Synopsis: Y/n and Bhallaladeva have been married for three months but after their wedding ceremony came to an end, y/n hasn't seen him or heard of him since. It's not like she's his first wife she likely won't be his last- is what she thinks. But when Bhallaladeva sends a servant to summon y/n to his quarters late one night, y/n hopes to fulfil their unstarted martial duties, instead, Bhalla requests that y/n do something else for him. Something y/n never expected to hear from the ruthless king of Mahismati. 《Pt. 1, 1.9k Words》
Note: This is the x reader version of this fic. If you would like to read the OC version, it will be available on my OC masterlist page! ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!
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“It’s been two months, Mama {Trans. ‘Uncle’}.”
“For most women, it was six, my dear.”
“What’s the point of even marrying so many women if he isn’t going to talk to any of them?”
“Political reasons. Amma, Y/n, you should stop waiting for him and go to sleep, my lady.”
The loyal but helpless Kattappa spoke as ‘the King’ Bhallaladeva’s newest concubine resurfaced her face from in between her knees.
The sky was dark and Kattapa had just finished his duty of serving the lady some fruit. It wasn’t quite his duty, but something he chose to do. Y/n never had a proper father and Kattapa was the closest she had ever gotten.
Y/n looked up at the sky and thought over the past few months. It’s already been three years since the defeat of Bahubali and the raising of Bhallaladeva.
Nothing changed much for Y/n, but she knew it was only because she was the daughter of a higher official. The poorer people of the nation though, were being robbed of everything they once owned.
“Are you sure he won’t visit me?” Y/n asked, leaning the side of her face on her knees, looking off into the trees as she rested on the balcony ledge.
“I don’t think it’s likely, my lady.” Kattapa adjusted his sword back into its place and stood before Y/n as she turned her head towards him.
He gave her a sharp bow with his fist to his heart, wished her a good night’s sleep and trotted off, leaving y/n to think by herself.
True, it had already been two months since she had been betrothed to the king of Mahismati. But not once since her wedding had she seen his face.
Even before the wedding, she had never really seen him. Maybe once or twice when the two were younger and Bhallaladeva was considered one of the high and prideful princes, always finding ways to make his mother proud.
Y/n couldn’t remember if she was merely imagining it, but she also considered the multiple moments of eye contact she and Bhalla had shared previous to their marriage full of romantic tension. Were those gazes they shared a figment of her imagination?
On her wedding day, y/n and Bhalla had exchanged short glances and a single moment of eye contact. Since then, they had never spoken. Actually, now that y/n thought about it, Bhalla and y/n had never spoken even on their wedding day. Not even on their wedding night, which Y/n was eagerly waiting for.
She draped herself in the prettiest white and gold sari that she could afford and waited on the bed covered in flower petals for her beloved. High with the hopes of feeling love and giggling like a schoolgirl, Y/n waited for a few minutes.
Bhalla was not there.
She waited an hour.
Still, no one was there to entertain her or to be entertained by her.
Y/n waited for a couple more hours, her excitement and giddiness ebbing away with every second that passed, till she succumbed to the desire for her sleep.
It was a sad night and an even worse next morning. The very next morning, hoping to wake up to the face of her dear new husband, Y/n awoke to an empty bed, the flower petals on Bhalla’s side undisturbed, making Y/n realise that she had spent the night alone. Her precious wedding night.
The night in which a husband and wife would share moments of intimacy together. She had spent that night alone, all by her lonesome. The same continued for the next two months. Y/n waited patiently and eagerly in her room till late hours every night hoping that at least one day Bhallaladeva would suddenly remember his latest wife and visit her.
But it was never the case.
Y/n, being close with all of his other wives, was told several times to give up and get on with her life. That Bhalla had never visited the other wives before either, and if he did, it was only for the most important of formal reasons. If else, he would send servants.
The other wives pitied Y/n. They even saw a bit of themselves in her, but no one ever waited for Bhalla for that long like a love-sick puppy. They usually gave up after a week or two.
“Ayyo, picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Oh, you silly girl.’}” Bhalla’s third wife spoke as she peeled an apple with the sharp end of a dagger for her, Y/n and a couple of other wives as they sat around and chatted like they always did.
“He isn’t going to come, Chinni.” Bhalla’s second wife spoke as caressed Y/n’s head affectionately.
“Kadu. Aiyna vastharu. Naku namakam undi. {Trans. ‘No. I believe in him, he’ll come for me.’}” Y/n said softly as she stared at the ground.
“Ma matta vini aiyna kosam agadam maneyi, thalli. {Trans. ‘Listen to us and stop waiting around for him, my dear.’}” Another spoke up as Y/n stubbornly cushioned her chin on her kneecap as she leaned her back against a pillar. Y/n shook her head slightly and continued staring forward intently.
“Aiyna ki na meda prema undi. Vastaru. Vacchi teestaru. {Trans. ‘He loves me. He’ll come for you, just you wait.’}”
At Y/n’s words, half the wives burst out in laughter while the others quietly giggled to themselves. Y/n’s head shot up at him in half-confusion and half-anger and she glared at him.
“Enduku navvutunaru!? {Transl. ‘Why’re you laughing!?’}”
“Picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Silly girl,’}” Bhalla’s fourth wive said, getting up to sit next to y/n, draping her arm over y/n’s shoulders. “Asala aiyina ki prema ante ento tellidu. Aiyna ki preminche shakti ledu. {Trans. ‘He doesn’t even know what loves is. He can’t feel love.’}” Y/n’s eyebrows came together in confusion.
“Aithe mari mimmalini ela premistunaru? {Trans. ‘Then how is he loving you all?’}” The girl asked, naively, and once again, the group of women burst into giggles.
“Aiyna mammalini evaruni preminchateledu. {Trans. ‘He isn’t in love with any of us and doesn’t love aany of us.’}”
“He doesn’t even lust after us.”
“What..?” Y/n said, her motuh agape.
“That’s true.” The first wife spoke out, wise as ever, “We’re only married to him because there’s something from our families he wants. Be it armies, money or privileges. Anything.”
“Yes. Never once has he ever shown us affection or love or anything even close.”
“Mari meeku baathaga leda? {Trans. ‘Then are you not sad?’}” Y/n asked, her eyes starting to droop in pity. The other women smiled sweetly, none in pity or sadness.
“No. Not really,” The first said, “He never gave us a reason to love him in the first place, so it was easy. We have our own lives and he has his.”
These words caused a flurry of emotions to erupt within y/n’s heart but none so as strong as her iron will and faith in the king.
All the wives urged her to move on. They encouraged her to use her status as one of Bhalla’s wives to her advantage and achieve anything she wanted to in life.
But y/n never gave up hope.
Or at least not till the third month.
Y/n had yet to see hide nor hair of Bhalla, the man she was made to dedicate her life to, and she was starting to lose hope.
Would she finally break and give up like the rest of the wives had? Y/n thought about it that night in the chilly, dark, open balcony.
Was it even worth waiting anymore?
Just as y/n was about to think not, she heard the sound of shuffling footsteps advancing towards her room.
Y/n’s heart jumped and butterflies attacked her stomach.
Could it be..?
The sound of knocks on Y/n’s door echoed through the room and reached her ears, a sudden feeling of excitement starting to awaken within her, lighting up the entire room.
Y/n shot up and raced out of the balcony, running to the door, her anklets and bangels jingling and dangling as she ran, sounding a sweet harmony at the girl’s glee.
Y/n stood in front of the door, her heart racing. She gulped and reached the large lock that held the two massive maple doors together and with a final surge of excitement she dragged the doors open, her breath fast and her face pink, only to be faced with a punch from disappointment.
In front of her stood not her husband, but rather a young servant. Y/n felt her heart drop and her legs weaken as she grasped onto the door for support.
“Oh… Gowri… What is it?” Y/n asked the servant, her obvious look of excitement dissolving into a bitter look of disappointment.
“My lady, I was sent by-” Assuming that the servant was sent by one of the other wives, y/n strayed her attention elsewhere, barely listening, holding her tears of self-pity back. “-His Majesty.”
Y/n felt herself nearly topple over as she lost grip on the door, effectively being caught by the surprised servant who helped her readjust her composure.
“Did- Did you just say ‘His Majesty’?” Y/n asked, somewhat contemplating wether she had actually gone insane from yearning for Bhalla for so long that she was now imagining things.
“Yes. His Majesty is summoning you to his quarters.” The servant said and Y/n began seeing stars in front of her eyes.
“Would- Would you please repeat that?” Y/n requested, beggining to lose grasp of herself in the chaos of her mind, her excitement and adrenaline running high.
“His Majesty has sent me to inform you that he wishes to see you in his quarters.”
“Do you know what for..?” Y/n asked. She thought she was being selfish and greedy when she had a tiny hope in her heart that the servant wouldn’t say that y/n was needed for formal reasons.
“I believe his majesty-” Gowri gulped, tripping over her words and her eyes darting around, avoiding Y/n’s eyes.
“Yes?”
“I-I believe-” Gowri’s eyebrows scrunched together and she let out a quick sigh, “I’m unsure, your highness. I was only tasked with bringing you there.” Gowri said with unease, leaving a puzzled Y/n to wonder by she was being summoned.
“Oh… Alright.” Y/n said, mildly confused, “Aithe pada. {Trans. ‘Then let’s go.’}”
And so set off, the confused wife and the uneasy servant who seemed eager to fidget with her thumbs, desperate to leave.
“Just this way, your highness,” Gowri said, leading Y/n to a set of great big oka doors, far larger than Y/n’s. “His Majesty is waiting inside for you, your highness.” Gowri bowed to Y/n, not lifting her head up.
“But-” Y/n gulped as looked at the doors. “Is this not his Majesty’s room? I thought you were leading me to his office?” Gowri remained in a bow, not answering Y/n or liftening her head up.
Y/n gulped and begrudgingly put her palm on the door. With a slight push of uneasiness, the doors creaked open ever so slightly and with the noise of the door, the poor servant jumped and scampered away, keeping her head low in a bow.
Y/n turned her attention away from the jumpy servant and back to the door’s creak, from which the light of torches was spilling out. Y/n opened the door a little more and slowly poked her head inside, looking around to see where Bhallaladeva was and what he wanted with her.
Y/n didn’t know a thing about Bhalla’s room, for she had never been there.
Truth be told, no wife of Bhalla’s had ever gotten as close to his room as Y/n was now, so she knew it was urgent.
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Random haikyuu fanfic recs
HELLO !!! LET US ALL BE EXCITED TOGETHER !!! I am back sorta not really but pretend I am HAHA. This is just me choosing random fics from my marked for later list (which is long asf and apparently mostly sakuatsu BYE) so there’s not really order to this LOL. Anyways, to the fics we go :D
As always, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for fics before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves! Stay safe besties! :]
Like Smoke Blown to Heaven by littleboat (T) 22.2k /SakuAtsu/ this left me speechless. OKAY. This was amazing, and it’s written SO FREAKING WELL!!! I loved the Sakusa + AranKita agenda and I loved the mythology in it as well! I was super engaged the entire time and the ending. OH MY GOD. The ending. I am waiting for the rest of the trilogy PLEASE. Also everyone down bad for Aran is big facts <333
Upstairs by yoogiboobi (E) 15.9k /BokuAka/ I liked the build up for this fic, and it didn’t feel as long as it actually was!! I had a lotta fun reading it but also, the ending made me laugh so hard when Bokuto was being sad AHAHAH. It’s got SMUT in it, so check the warnings and tags!
Nice to meet you too? by milkcartontobio (M) 2.6k /SakuAtsu/ BYE THIS WAS SO FUNNYJSJFJSJDJ I was trying so hard not to laugh because I was out when I read it, BUT I FAILEDKAFJSLC It’s 4 chapters but each one is pretty short and it moves very quickly!
a fist amidst the hands by noodletastic (E) 13.2k /SakuAtsu/ THIS WAS SO GOOD!!!! I am in love with fighting don’t question it and AHFJJSJC made me feel so many things!!!! LOVE IT SO MUCH, and it kept me so entertained! A great time AHHH. (Also I read the other fics AND THEYRE ALSO SO GOOD!!! Read them all HAHA!) It’s got some SMUT in it, so be sure to check the warnings and tags!
thirst by spiritscript (E) 2.8k /SunaOsa/ AHDJSJD BARTENDER OSAMU !!!!! It’s pretty fast paced and contains SMUT hence the explicit rating but it was a very fun fic heh >:) I loved their interactions and the pinning LOL. It was a good time HAHA. ALSO WING MAN ATSUMU LET’S GO!!!!
like hollywood stars by skittidyne (T) 5.1k /IwaOi/ ok I like really like this one. Like LOVE it. There’s just so much about it that’s just done so beautifully and reading it makes me so uaisfja every time. I enjoy rereading this one because of how amazing the world building and plot are, and each time, I think I enjoy it more than the last!
Life Model by meeks00 (M) 1.3k /SakuAtsu/ THIS WAS SO FREAKIN CUTE! It’s Atsumu pinning over Sakusa as he draws him, but he’s applying more charcoal to his face than the actual canvas. The banter between Atsumu, Aran, and Suna is so funny and the ending was SO CUTE HAHAHA!!
drag me through the mud by eidilechsi (E) 17.1k /SakuAtsu/ THIS WAS SO FUNNY OMFG, Omi is a pining loser and Atsumu is a drag queen! But Omi’s internal monologued killed me and when he interacts with Kiyoko? GOLD. It’s got some spicier scenes and it’s EXPLICIT for a reason, so be sure to check the tags and warnings on this one!
the worst ever by wheelspokes (M) 13.1k /SakuAtsu/ GAH IT WAS SO GOOD. I loved Omi and Waka-chan, and the progression of their relationship was ajkfd. We stan good, healthy communication! Also the pancake recipe (smooth Waka-chan smoooooth). But the way Atsumu adapts overtime and how he grew on Omi (kinda like mold LOL), jalfjkadfl IM IN LOVE.
Lost in Translation by rageprufrock (T) 9.6k /IwaOi/ This was SO GOOD!!!! I love UCI iwa and the tweets are so FUNNYAJFJSJ! Everything about this was done super well, and it was such a fun read :D I loved the characterization throughout and usually I don’t really like OCs, but they really added to the story (and it was easy to keep track of who was who). Also the ending was GOLD AHAHHA.
laid bare, right there by berfinwrites (E) 26.6k /SakuAtsu/ THIS. WAS. SO. GOOD. There’s a LOT of references to alcohol (check the tags and warnings!) but the connections to each drink were done super well and I had a lotta fun trying to guess which drink was next HAHA :D It kept my attention throughout, and I finished it in one go (which is something my dory like attention span is having difficulty doing nowadays :’) also shout out to @skamdumpster for the rec hehe ily <3333)
AHHH I know this was short (and mostly sakuatsu HSASJFLKAS BYE) but I’ve been super busy and the only old ones I had already read were SakuAtsu hehe oops :’) Anyways, I’ll probably see what I’ll do with this account after I start college LOL but until then we’ll see if I make another list HAHAHAHAA bye :3
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When I first finished the series, and started to get into the fandom, I was disappointed to see the general consensus was that season 1 was good, s2 was fine, and s3 had some good episodes/moments, but was generally bad. One of the major reasons listed always seemed to be that Cass's character ark became weird and her villain part was contrived and had no real foundation.
I was like "oh, this sucks. I liked season 3! It was my fave and I loved Cass as a villain. Was I being shallow? Was I ignoring glaring plot holes or forced "character development"? I thought it seemed pretty good for a kids show, especially one so silly." I'm glad there is another community who share my opinion in that regard. It sucks to like something and have everyone else hate on it :(
if it helps any most of the hardcore s3 + cass hate comes from 1. people who convinced themselves back in s1 that moonvarian was gonna happen and are still bitter that it didn’t, many of whom additionally brag about only watching a handful of episodes in s2, and 2. people who hated cassandra from day one and were never interested in engaging with her character in good faith to begin with lmao. just ignore ’em
dunno how long you’ve been in the fandom but cassunzel circles are generally a lot more positive wrt s3, and then there is also [clenches fist] the zhan tiri corner of the fandom we are small but mighty ghdghsksh
anyways
s3 fascinates me because it’s simultaneously...like objectively the messiest on a technical level but also my favorite seasons for a lot of reasons and regardless of the bone i have to pick with how the arc was written, ultimately cassandra’s villain arc i think did deliver on the essentials of the setup done in s1-2, and almost all the things i wanted out of the show, as much as it could within the limits of being a disney princess cartoon targeted primarily at children hgkshns
tangentially related i have got. a list of fic recs floating around somewhere but tumblr being what it is i have no idea how to find it so! short list, some good cass-centric fics, most but not all set during or after s3:
strings by hemlock/pathygen - alt s3, complete, written while the season was airing. focused on cassandra’s journey back to corona with zhan tiri, strong lean into eldritch horror, fantastic imagery. labor by singing light is a follow up oneshot exploring rapunzel’s side of the story
destinies fulfilled by @daylightlucidity - another alt s3, also complete, also focused on cassandra’s journey back to corona with zhan tiri. a lot more canon flavor™ except it says the actual grievances out loud and zhan tiri gets to be a real character instead of a cattle prod
burn a broken effigy of me and you & the doomed knight by murphy @ancientriverbed (who also wrote some excellent fan songs which u should check out!) - the former is a trilogy of ‘missing episodes’ set in each season + a oneshot epilogue, with the third evolving into a whole canon divergent s3; the latter is a standalone winter holidayish oneshot. both are cassunzel endgame. very thinky character driven stories.
not all who wander are lost by @lemon-embalmer - post-canon cass-centric picks up from the end of s3. strikes a much more serious and grounded fantasy tone without losing the voices of any of the canon characters and also has a great cast of OCs.
@erazonpo3’s cassandra’s tangled adventure au is likewise post-canon cass-centric what happens to cass after she leaves corona. very canon-flavor. there’s a bunch of oneshots and a couple longer fics in addition to the art so that link’s just to the au tag.
bite the hand that feeds by @pancat-n-sausage is “tangled the series, but what if cass and rapunzel were both shapeshifters” and strikes a nice balance between canon flavor while also having a more serious feel and while the story itself has not gotten to the zhan tiri parts yet i am excited about her lore™
i don’t. read a lot of oneshots but here are a few that i like
...also i wrote the thing so reccing it feels like cheating LMAO but i really am fond of gloaming all i do is write variations on s3 and i think it’s my favorite to to date
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