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florallylly · 4 months

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i've seen model steve harrington aus. i've seen child steve harrington aus. i present: child model steve harrington

note: this came from my own desperate need to see this conceptualized and i SWEAR i've searched, i just can't find any content with child model steve so. :(

bc little steve harrington was remarkably cherub-like. his large brown eyes and soft pout ensured endless cooing and fussing from his mom's friends. and when he blushed and ducked his head in shyness, they only complimented him more. when he got home that day, his mom smiled at him.

so steve decided that he would put up with the cheek pinching and the squealing. he sat upright in his chair, sitting on his hands so he wouldn't fidget and ruin the image. because he'd do anything to keep his mom smiling at him. if he was being particularly good that day, she'd let him lay his head on her lap on the drive back home.

but everything changed at his father's birthday gala. a nearly eight year old steve harrington sat prim and proper in his seat, but a smile lit up his face--his cheeks round and his dimples showing up. he raised his hand up to cover his giggle, but he couldn't help but laugh at some silly old man with a loose toupee. then he sees his mom approaching, and his face quickly smooths over, going back to the more polite smile he usually adopted when it came to these events.

he'd ruined it. he hadn't continued being the sweet boy his mom wanted. but then, she smiles at him. and introduces him to the man behind her, who says he's a designer. the man holds out his hand, but when steve puts his hand into his palm, he doesn't shake it. the man simply holds his hand, his eyes scanning steve's face. steve tries not to squirm under the attention. but the man nods and smiles at his mom, and he gives two brief cheek kisses to steve, whispering in his ear "you're going to be a star, darling." steve looks at his mom, confused, but she waves him off to continue talking to the man.

a few months later, steve's mom whisks him off on a trip to france. and steve is so excited to go, nearly vibrating in his seat as the airplane prepares to take off. but instead of the eiffel tower and the seine, steve is taken to a studio. he's posed and changed. once again, he's being fussed over, but instead of wealthy socialites, gossiping make-up artists squeal over him. he's "perfect for the shoot" and "the most darling little boy." steve doesn't understand, but his mom is still smiling, so he lets the nice ladies brush powder over his face.

and he looks in the mirror. his hair is a little more tousled and his lips have a slight tint to them and his eyes seem to take up much of his face. he's put into new clothes, and he feels like a doll in their hands. and when he's put in front of the camera, he simply follows the photographer's directions. afterwards, he's bundled into the car and his mom can't stop gushing about how good he was.

apparently, he's a natural. and then she goes back to fussing over him, focusing more on appearance than his behavior now. but she takes him out shopping and they eat at an upscale restaurant along the champs-elysses. and steve is happy.

and then they go back home, and his mom is so much stricter than before. she has him try out all kinds of different hair products, determined to find the best combination to keep it looking shiny and soft. she controls his food intake and what he wears and makes him use weird creams and serums on his face. but this is what makes his mom happy, so he's happy to let her.

his mom is also on the phone a lot more lately, whispering harshly about the quality of brands and steve just assumes she's being picky about the clothes she buys. later, his mom picks him up and holds him, and asks if he'd like to move to italy. she looks at him intently and it's obvious what answer she wants, so steve nods. she smiles and holds him close, and it's the most loved steve has felt in a while.

so they move to italy, and suddenly steve is a lot more busy. he's put in front of more cameras for more people he doesn't know. but he's smiling and pouting and doing whatever they want him to do. his compliant attitude and polite nature have photographers and designers alike singing his praises, and steve always looks to his mom for approval. but she's been arguing with his dad a lot lately, so she's upset more often than not. but that's okay, the make-up artists are always kind to him.

but then one day, his mom takes a phone call in the middle of the shoot. and when it finishes, she's gone. steve goes back in, close to tears, but the make-up artists still hanging around look after him until a car is sent to pick him up. this becomes a trend. and eventually, steve goes alone to his shoots. he's always taken care of by the crew and someone is always there to pick him up, but it's not fun without his mom there.

but he knows that she's always enjoyed him taking pictures, so he continues to do so, hoping that she'll come watch him again sometime soon. and he busies himself with befriending the chatty make-up artists and the bossy photographers and the eccentric designers. and he's such a cute little thing that they can't help but dote on him.

steve is never catapulted into child stardom, as his mom is picky with his jobs, only choosing luxury brands and well known designers for him. but within the industry, they call him the "little prince."

and then steve is catapulted into puberty, but his intense skin regimen prevents him from getting acne, save for the occasional zit. and his diet and religious exercise schedule help maintain his look. and he's still doing remarkably well, especially now that he's fully aware that he is a Model.

and steve has truly grown into his looks. with time, he's grown more comfortable in front of the camera and made numerous friends. nearly all of them are older than him, but they're fun and loud and it fills up the space that normally surrounds him. and they're the ones who get him hooked on american movies. steve remembers living in america, but he's been in milan so long that everything he recalls is vague.

but he watches them and falls in love with the american high school experience. so when he finally catches his mom off the phone and actually in the house, steve asks if he can go to school in america. and his mom laughs. but steve keeps asking, which devolves into begging. and his mother snaps, slapping him across the face and calling him ungrateful. she cries and begs for forgiveness, cowed into shame by steve's desperate attempt to hold back tears.

and so she lets him go to school in hawkins, indiana. an odd choice, but his parents just so happened to own a property there. (in truth, both of his parents expected him to change his mind within the year). but steve finds his place at hawkins high, because even though nobody in hawkins has ever heard of versace, steve is pretty. he's pretty and charming and he knows the right thing to say. after all, he's spent his whole life perfecting his mask.

and even if his mom ended up moving back home with his dad, leaving steve all alone in that big empty house, steve is happy. he's finally hanging out with people his age and high school is so far removed from the glitz and glam of the fashion industry. and he's settled and content with tommy and carol by his side. while he misses his friends back in milan, steve finds himself longing for the clothes more often. hawkins was certainly the opposite of milan, what with the nearest mall being two hours away and only equipped with a macy's and jcpenny.

through it all, steve is determined to be normal. he laughs along with jokes he doesn't quite get and rolls his eyes at carol's cue, and he joins the swim team. and he joins the basketball team. and he goes to parties and kisses girls and wears dumb little polos with his letterman jacket and does everything that he saw in the movies.

but nancy wheeler is different. steve can't forget his time in italy and who he is and was, and he's reminded of his old life in everyone and everything in hawkins. but not nancy wheeler. she's all hawkins and all his. and then the upside down happens.

and then nancy wheeler breaks his heart.

even after three years, his parents continue to ask when he'll go back to modeling, but he's different now. the upside down and billy hargrove beat that starry eyed little kid who thrived in the spotlight. and nancy wheeler proved that adoration and love is fleeting, so what would even be the point of trying anymore? his dad was a little more approving of steve's retirement/hiatus, saying that steve must want to go to college so he can take over the family business.

but when steve doesn't get into college, he's once again badgered by his mom to go back. but he's grown and changed and he's not sure that he can pretend anymore, so he says no. and they cut him off. enter: scoops era.

the measly scoops salary is not nearly enough to cover all of the new bills and expenses steve has, but he's not willing to leave hawkins. so he reaches out to his friends back in italy, and they refer him to their american connections. steve doesn't model at the same level as before, but he poses for a couple of zines and one artist who got a little too handsy at his exhibition. but he's able to make it through until the mall blows up.

this routine continues and he starts working at family video with robin at his side, but he keeps his side job a secret from the kids, using the excuse of visiting his parents to leave town for his shoots. he's not ashamed, but he knows he wouldn't "be normal" anymore if they found out.

but how does he explain his near mental breakdown at the sight of his healing demobat scars. they're raised and ugly, ruining what should have been a perfect body. and even though he uses scar cream everyday, they refuse to fade away completely. and how could anyone stand to be near such an ugly thing when all his life, steve was meant to be pretty? after all, love and adoration is fleeting.

#steve harrington #give me grace i literally do not know how to verbalize all of my thoughts about this #child model au #imagining them finding out bc jonathan or will was interested in some photography art exhibition and steve is literally the centerpiece #everyone FREAKING OUT #robin knew bc OFC robin knew #steve feeling too self conscious to keep his old ads but he knows his mom keeps a record in her office #dustin screaming crying punching the wall YOUVE BEEN FAMOUS THIS WHOLE TIME... AND DIDNT TELL ME....#mike wheeler feeling ill bc is steve actually kind of cool....#italian steve harrington #because OF COURSE italian steve harrington #eddie munson asking steve if he'd ever consider doing playboy #steve going into a very serious answer about his career projection and actually that's an insult eddie. do u know who i am #and eddie is like yeah ur the centerfold in my heart baby #and then steve gets it #to be so clear. steve's mom DOES love him but she's also extremely selfish #that's why she feels bad when she slaps him and concedes to his request #but once she gets over the initial guilt she's like but he was a STAR i was the mother of a STAR

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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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Akaza stumbling upon a crying child dokusha living in an abandoned cabin in the forest? The child just keeps shying and hiding away from Akaza whenever he tries to approach her? How would their relationship be like as months pass by? Would dokusha warm up to him?

Ps love your writing!!! Keep up the good work!!!

Hehe. Pretty cute tbh and i suppose our Dokusha is a human here so let’s try this out. Let’s just hope Akaza is merciful to children! Also, this is kinda short. Sorry!

Akaza- Of Different Worlds

Akaza doesn’t really know how to react to finding a lonesome afraid shuddering human child in this big empty wooden cottage, buried deep in a dark menacing forest. Where’s your parents? Why are you alone? Even so… whilst he feels like he should eat you. He doesn’t want to so he decides to shoot his shot and try approach this poor child

Akaza also wasn’t suspecting you to shy away then run for safety in some part of the cabin. You’re afraid of him? Well… of course you are. He’s a demon, the Upper Moon Three but when has he expresses any type of aggression?

Akaza just accepts the fact he has no chance to try lure you out to prove to you he isn’t harmful. So, all he does is walk out of the cabin then come back with baskets of food, drinks and more that he stole, leaving them by the front door

Akaza cannot force you to accept nor approach him but what he does do. Even after he leaves and cannot stop worrying about the poor homeless familyless child isolated from human society, is provide you with supplies and occasional protection. Not sure if you’ll ever see everything he does for you

Akaza really doesn’t know what’s driving him to act so much for one human but he really cares about you and he despises that a child is left alone to die. He’ll just have to step up and care for you himself, even when you scamper off to hide from him

Though the process of getting you to like him is long and painful, all the hardwork pays off since one time. Akaza is greeted by you at the door and you inviting him in. It ends with you actually welcoming him into your life, instead of shutting you out. Now, he gets to see what’s really driving him to do all this

He views you like his own child, he doesn’t want you to end up dead, he has enough humanity to spare onto this single kid

Akaza’s relationship with you goes from him providing and protecting you with absolutely no reward in exchange to you letting him in willingly as the months pass by to becoming friends then up to now, he’s decided to secretly adopt you as a surrogate father figure

Akaza isn’t the best surrogate father. He is busy, he is an Upper Moon of the demon species and he has to feast on human men to keep himself alive but he wouldn’t lay a hand on you. In such short time and with such previously short interactions, he has grown a parental fondness over you and it’s not going away anytime soon

Akaza may not be able to show up in the mornings but he promises he’ll always be around in the night. He’ll always bring you supplies and protection, and he’ll always put you to bed so you feel comfortable

He’s a demon but he’s your demon father. Your demon martial arts swinging father that will keep you safe, now that you’ve bring him a whole new set of life and life views. He has never realised how much he needed somebody else that’s more innocent and sweet in his life

Especially after losing somebody so innocent and sweet in his past life

“Come, Dokusha. Let’s go outside in the nice cool night and play! It’ll be a wonderful time. The stars are out, it’s quiet and all the animals will be asleep. We’ll go to bed right after this, I promise”

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fnafslauofficial1987 · 3 months

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🐻A Scarily Sweet Adoptive Bear Father🐻

Nightmare Fredbear being a father figure to CC/Crying Child fluff HCs :-)

Nightmare Fredbear feels very sorry and bad for scaring CC all those nights, that made him feel great remorse and he started to feel very sorry for the boy, he noticed that no one cared about the child, CC kept being teased by Michael, ignored by William and being mocked by the whole world, that made Nightmare Fredbear much sadder than before

Nightmare Fredbear takes courage and decides to try to talk to the child and apologize, but when he went to her the expected thing happened, CC got scared when the huge scary bear in his room and quickly ran to hide in the blanket, he was scared to death of the monster and wanted it to go away. While Nightmare Fredbear tried to calmly approach CC without wanting to scare him. He also tries to tell the child if he wanted to talk to him, his voice was quite deep and scary, but he spoke calmly, this scared CC even more but he started listening to Nightmare Fredbear and stopped shaking of fear a little

CC is a little confused when Nightmare Fredbear has no intention of scaring, even though he is still scared, he gets out of the blanket and they both start talking, CC forgives Nightmare Fredbear but is still a little suspicious, it is difficult for CC to trust anyone. Nightmare Fredbear looks at CC quite happily when they both vent, it's great to talk about your feelings!!!

Nightmare Fredbear begins to be a very affectionate and friendly animatronic with CC, and soon begins to gradually gain CC's trust, not only him but the other Nightmares become close friends of CC too (how cool, monstrous friends :P) and Nightmare Fredbear is not only a great best friend, but he also starts to become a father figure to CC (even though he's not very good at taking care of kids lol, but he's trying his best)

Since Nightmare Fredbear is like an adoptive father, Nightmare is like an uncle, a very fearsome but good-hearted uncle, who sometimes becomes violent and aggressive when someone teases CC (he is overprotective) and Plushtrap can be like a fourth brother for CC, a very playful, stubborn, destructive and troublemaker brother but also friendly :3

Nightmare Fredbear starts to be much more paternal than CC's own father, William Afton (who doesn't even care about his children). And with Michael... well... the Nightmares will teach him good lessons after everything he did to CC...

In addition to being affectionate, he is also protective and cares a lot about CC, Nightmare Fredbear will do anything to cheer CC up when he is not well and very sad, he hates seeing the child cry and will listen to everything the child has to say without ignoring or forget (if necessary, he will KILL the people who are messing with CC, his fierce nature has never left him) but on the other hand he will give strong and comfortable hugs to CC, tell stories to cheer him up and will show him that he doesn't need be afraid of things

Maybe he can be paternal towards Elizabeth too, he never wants to be around Eliza because he doesn't want to scare her and find out about the Nightmares (but I think that instead of fear, Eliza would quickly make friends with all of them, even Nightmare)

Now CC has an adoptive father who is literally a huge bear, extremely terrifying but very kind and protective (don't forget his uncle too, the fearsome but affectionate Uncle Nightmare). CC feels quite happy to have Nightmare Fredbear as a father, and the extreme fear she felt went away little by little until she started to get used to Nightmare Fredbear, Nightmare and his Nightmares friends, what a wonderful family!!! :D

Thanks for reading, as the previous FNaF 4 story got a lot of likes, I decided to write another one (this was also the idea of an anonymous's ask, thanks anonymous)!!!

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf 4 #fnaf x reader #fnaf hcs #fnaf 4 x reader #fnaf 4 hcs #crying child fnaf #fnaf crying child #crying child #nightmare fredbear #nightmare #fnaf 4 nightmare #fnaf nightmare #nightmare fnaf #nightmare fnaf 4 #headcanons #stories

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hopelesswritergall · 1 year

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Not sure your opinions on Bran Stark, but maybe him falling in love with the reader while they’re assorted into an arranged marriage? He grows jealous and decides he needs to keep you in Winterfell with him, so he does everything he can to make you his despite your oath of marriage to maybe a Lannister?

Or just any Bran Stark x Reader content, I love that man so much 🤭🤭

Yesss darling!! Baby I think I made it GN but if you catched a gender thingy let me know!

Summary: Bran didn’t like Y/N at first, so when their parents announced they were to be betrothed he refused. That hurts. But then Tommen came and he disliked that even more. He would show you that he is better than that bastard.

A/N: I do not follow the original storyline cause yeah no. We don’t do that here on this blog. Also fuck their winters and shit. In this story it’s just all 4 seasons in 1 year. And your house is Greenfield a (non-existing) house which is south of Winterfell and often associated with the Vale and shit.

It’s sort of very long headcanons :)

Tag list: @crownedtargaryen

Let me know if you want to be added babes

It was the summer of Bran’s thirteenth birthday, when they got the news. The Greenfield’s were coming to visit and they were bringing their child Y/N Greenfield. They were often talked about, how they would grow up to become one of the prettiest people alive. Bran couldn't care less. He just wanted to learn archery and not much more.

When the Greenfields arrived his whole family was running around making sure that everything looks perfect. "Robb, can we train this afternoon?" "Bran, we do not have the time for training, we need to prepare. Do something useful and go help father or something.” Stupid Greenfields, now they’ve ruined his weekly training session with Robb, what else are they going to ruin? On his way to his father he ran into his mother Catelyn. “Bran! What are you still doing in these clothes?! Go and put on sometching more formal! Don’t just stand here, GO!” His mother looked very nervous and it almost seemed like this visit would determine their fate as a house.

Deciding not to push the buttons of his mother even more he complied, and asked a servant to bring him some formal clothes. (You didn’t think he would do that himself now did you??). Once it was on his bed he begrudgingly put it on, already feeling as if he doesn’t really like the Greenfields one bit.

He begrudgingly went downstairs to meet with his parents. His parents, Robb, Sansa, Rickon,his adopted brother Jon and hell even Arya were dressed up. They all wore their best clothes for the visit

They all waited for the carriage to enter the gates of Winterfell and they didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes after everything gathered a carriage came into view. It was decorated with beautiful green ornaments and golden leaves on the sides.

Your father, mother and your 2 older brothers left the carriage before you and as last but definitely not least you.

“My lord stark, may I present to you. My eldest : Tobas, my second eldest: Darron. And my youngest : Y/N.” Your father spoke

“It’s a pleasure to meet you guys, really! Come on in! Let the kids get to know each other, they’ll be spending lots of time together in the future so…..” Ned spoke the last part quietly not wanting to reveal anything yet.

You stood there swaying on your feet until you spotted Bran, he looked around your age so you approached him, wanting to seem nice.

“Hi! My name is,” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he walked away. “Y/N.” You were confused as to why he suddenly walked away. You were only trying to be nice.

“Don’t pay him any attention Y/N, my name is Sansa! Come, you can sit next to me at dinner.” She joined your guy’s arms and walked with you to where you would be staying at.

Ned and your father had made plans to unite your houses when you were born. Tobas and Darron were too old to be wedded to either Sansa or god forbid Arya. But you, you were the perfect age and being born only a few months after Bran? It was a miracle.

At the dinner the announcement was made and my god was it an experience

“Ned, thank you so much for hosting this amazing dinner for us. We couldn’t be more honoured and I believe that as a host you should be the one to announce it.”

“Thank you Duncas,” Ned cleared his throat before he said the words that ruined it all for Bran. “The Starks and Greenfields will be united through a marriage. Bran and Y/N are destined to be wedded as soon as Y/N turns eighteen. Until then they will spend much time together. Let’s all celebrate this alliance!”

Bran felt like he was going to puke. He didn’t want to marry anyone and why them?! They weren’t special or anything, so he sulked and pouted the entirety of the dinner.

You on the other hand already had a feeling when your father announced that you would be visiting Winterfell. You knew that it would be good for your family and Winterfell would be an important ally. Besides Bran wasn’t that bad looking. Wink wink

“Do you hear this Y/N?! We’ll be sisters!” It seemed like Sansa was more excited than your future husband. This was off to a great start.

Over the span of the following 5 years, Bran would be 18 and you would turn 18 later that year, you were forced to spend a lot of time together. Sansa had already accepted you as her sister and you really liked her. Bran on the other hand…..

He was a CUNT. Always ignoring you, making snide remarks about your looks or manners. “No Y/N, I don’t know how you do it down south but we don’t do that here in the North.” He would always make you feel insecure, like you didn’t belong there.

Bran wasn’t the best with women and he didn’t despise you contrary what you might believe. He just didn’t really express him self that good. Alright, he was just shit at communicating and thought it would be better to just make you stay away. :)

You practically lived in Winterfell and the Starks would be receiving some royal visitors. The Queen and her son Tommen would come to visit Winterfell. You were very excited because you never met them before and heard great stories about the future king.

“Sansa! Imagine that the prince would like one of us? Then we’d become the next queen! Isn’t that just a dream?” That is what Bran overheard when he was walking around the place.

“Do you think he could end your betrothal to my brother? If he does, promise me you will remember me!” “Sansa, I will never ever forget you!”

Next day at dinner he decided to do a teeny tiny bit of questioning, did you really like the prince? Were you so desperate to get away from him?

“So Y/N, excited for the visit of the prince?” He gave you a sweet angelic look

“Yeah! I’ve heard great stories about him. Did you hear that he is great at archery and sword fighting?! Like that’s so cool!”

Bran scoffed a bit and replied snarkier than he intended “Pff well I am good with bow and arrow as well you know?”

The day of the visit

You were practically running around, trying to look your absolute best for the prince. You were very intrigued by all the stories you heard the people tell.

“Children, please come to the courtyard, they are arriving!” You could hear Ned’s voice coming from downstairs. With a last glance at the mirror, and deciding you looked amazing as usual you went downstairs.

You took your spot next to your husband to be, who looked extremely happy to see you as he always does haha not. “Good morning Bran! Excited for the visit?” You almost shined with excitement. “Cant wait.” Bran first wanted to cancel the betrothal by making you and the prince a thing. But now as he heard you speak about the prince already without ever seeing him, and now seeing you radiating with energy he started to doubt his intentions.

Could it be possible that he didn’t want to lose you?

Well no time to think about it, Tommen is leaving the carriage and approaching him and you.

“Hello Bran, very nice to see you again. But who is this beautiful person next to you? Excuse me, but I never had the pleasure to mee you I think.” Tommen extended his hand which you gladly accepted, and he planted a gentle kiss on top of your hand.

“Your grace, my name is Y/N of the house Greenfield.” You were delighted that the prince even spoke to you.

“Ah the youngest of the Greenfields, I’ve heard stories about how you are considered one of the prettiest people alive. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Alright Bran was getting more annoyed by the second now, so the little devil he is decided to meddle a bit.

“I’m so lucky to have Y/N as my betrothed,” Bran wrapped his hands around you which took you by surprise. “I really have to thank my father for that.”

“Ah so you are the man lucky enough to be the betrothed of the prettiest person? Well consider yourself lucky Bran, I know a lot of people who would think not twice before offering their hand.”

“Yeah….. Very lucky indeed.” With that the Prince left to enter the castle and settle into a room.

“Alright what the fuck was that Bran?” you hissed at him.

“Whaaattttt? Can’t I appreciate my future wife?” He replied as if he had done nothing wrong.

“Well you didn’t do anything of the sorts the past 5 years so it’s a bit suspicious don’t you think?!”

You tried to walk away but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in. “I meant what I said just now. Thought you should know.”

With that the future lord of Winterfell left you there standing alone in the middle of the courtyard. Very confused and stunned

You never truly disliked Bran but it seemed he did for a while. So where was this coming from?

“Y/N can you help me with my hair?” That was Sansa shouting at you from the window.

“I’m coming!”

The dinner disaster

What is it with people and placing people where they do not want to be?

On the head of the table was Ned, on his left side were Cathelyn, Arya, Sansa and Robb. On the other head was Cersei. To Ned’s right were Bran, you and then Tommen.

You were placed directly between them, how awkward.

“So Y/N, what do you enjoy doing these days here in Winterfell? I can imagine that it is very different than in the Vale.” The queen spoke to you. Oh my god she acknowledged you.

“Well you highness, even though it is indeed very different from the Vale I don’t think it are bad differences. The main one I had to adapt to is that it’s a bit colder. But as to what I enjoy doing, I really like to ride my horse in the woods. I enjoy reading in our library and recently I have followed some lessons alongside Sansa and Arya in stitching. Although I don’t know if that’s my thing or if it’s too “girly” for me.”

Next to speak was Tommen. “Reading and horseback riding? So many talents in one person, I imagine that the Gods decided to not divide it evenly and that someone missed out.” He said while clearly looking at Bran with the last statement.

Bran deciding to try to ignore Tommen as much as possible spoke to you in such a kind voice you thought he was a different person. “Y/N, what did you read as last again? I remember being very intrigued by it and I would like to read it as well.”

“Oh well, it was something called The history of the Throne. It was very interesting, the stories went back to almost the beginning of the Targaryen dynasty. It also described the dance of the dragons and all that drama in great detail!” You replied back sweetly, but speaking to Bran caused you to turn your back to Tommen which he didn’t really appreciate so he spoke again.

“Aha speaking about the dance of the dragons, do you like them? And who do you think was the rightful heir to the throne?”

So you turned around again now facing Tommen. “Do I like dragons? Who in their right mind doesn’t? The rightful heir, that a very difficult question. I fully understand Rhaenyra, buuuuutt I also understand where Alicent came from. She just thought that Viserys meant their son Aegon and from that point it all became very very confusing.” Tommen was smiling at the attention, Bran however was not.

Before he had the chance to speak the Queen spoke up and you were relieved to hear someone else speak for a while. You weren’t really listening so you were surprised when you heard your name being called by her. “Y/N, darling did you hear me?” “Sorry my Queen I was a bit distracted, could you repeat it for me please?” “I asked you if you like it here in Winterfell and if you look forward to your marriage with Bran?”

Bran grew anxious, if you said no he would be fucked and lose the person he loved.The queen would probably suggest you coming along with her and then marry the prince. Wait hold on did he just think that he loves you? Nono that must be a mistake right? I don’t love Y/N, or do I?

You noticed Bran spacing out and gently placed your hand on top of his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. This seemed to bring him back and he looked a bit surprised at you.

“My queen I can assure you that I’m really enjoying Winterfell and I coudnt be more excited for the wedding.” This seemed to shock almost everyone at the table, including Ned and Catelyn. Who tried on numerous occasions to change their sons mind.

“That’s good to hear. Tommen my dear, is everything okay? You look a bit pale.” All of your eyes went over to Tommen who indeed looked paler than normal, probably hoping you weren’t happy. You knew how Tommen must feel and pitied him a bit, so you leaned in close to him and whispered “I know a woman who would be lucky to meet you my prince, she is prettier than I am. Her name is Margaery Tyrell.”

Tommen instantly felt a lot better and couldn’t wait to leave Winterfell all of a sudden.

You and Bran? You guys got married the week after you turned 18, he is your little grumpy man.

#bran stark #bran stark x reader #game of thrones #x reader #game of thrones headcanons #game of thrones headcanon #brandon stark #starks of winterfell #house stark #game of thrones x reader #got imagines #game of thrones imagines

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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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Hi Panther,

Wow Tranformers went fast. May I please ask for Star Wars Yandere Headcannons, With Grand-Admiral Thrawn towards child reader. Maybe one one he adopted or took an interest because of some genius intellect or serious artistic talent.

Thanks,

Bookwyrm

I can try. Darling is at least 18 in this but it is implied Thrawn has had you for awhile since I don't do child reader. Hope I get his character right, I watched Lore Videos to try and understand him since I was unfamiliar with him :( If he's totally wrong my bad!

This is also a general view, not any specific series or media. I hope next time If I write his character I am more familiar with him ^^;

Yandere! Platonic! Grand Admiral Thrawn with Adopted! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Overprotective, He's actually an okay dad (minus the manipulation), Toxic parenting at times, Dubious companionship.

Thrawn is one of the best strategists/tacticians.

He prefers to take a non-lethal approach and would rather just manipulate those around him to get a desired outcome.

Thrawn prefers to plan out entire outcomes, opting for winning wars instead of battles.

He can outplay others with his extreme intellect and planning.

Thrawn is also very patient.

He isn't sadistic like many in the Empire, he actually wants to prevent potential dangers in the galaxy.

He isn't really evil... just has his own goals despite who he works for.

Plus in both canons it's confirmed Thrawn is an exiled Chiss, tossed out by his species.

Despite this he still cares for his people.

When Thrawn first met you he did take you in for one of the traits you mentioned.

Perhaps you are intelligent and capable of planning/tactics.

That or maybe you have a talent for understanding the arts of cultures.

Either way, Thrawn would've taken you in if you showed potential to be taught by him.

I feel Thrawn would've taken an orphan or an abandoned child.

He'd sympathize for you due to being cast aside himself and notice desirable traits in you.

Thrawn most likely took you in because he saw pieces of himself in you.

As a result he felt he could mold you into the successor he feels you deserve to be.

Thrawn wants to try and raise you to look at the bigger picture, to have the genius he does.

The Empire most likely has little issue with him taking you in.

They assume he'll make you loyal to them and be just as promising.

Thrawn prioritizes teaching you what he knows.

He teaches you certain tactics and quizzes you to see if you were listening.

He has you study cultural art to teach you his way of planning.

Thrawn actually seems like he'd be okay as a dad.

However, he is incredibly manipulative.

His teachings are ways he can influence your actions.

You don't know it but Thrawn is making you like him.

All you care about is the fact you have a dad.

Thrawn encourages this by trying to be fatherly, too.

When alone he often coddles you.

He praises you and holds you, attempting to give positive reinforcement.

At first his actions towards you are planned like everything else.

But then Thrawn really starts to see you as his child.

He was truly meant to be your parent... in his eyes.

Thrawn cares for you up until you're a young adult.

Thrawn has raised you to share his skills.

While he plans out attacks and overall strategy/plans, you pipe in to give advice.

By this point he has taught you well.

You're even gaining Imperial ranks of your own.

Even if you're an adult Thrawn still tries to be close with you.

He's happy you're successful, fully molded into what he wants you to be.

Yet he isn't ready to just let you go.

Even if you fight him he is adamant you stay by him to plan.

He makes it seem like things will collapse if he doesn't have you help him as his child.

He even tries to hug you like he did when you were young, despite you pushing him away.

Thrawn as a parent would make his child into who he feels they should be, then expect them to stay by his side.

He tries to mean well... but in reality he has used you.

He'd manipulate you even when you're fully grown.

Yet he'd never put you in harm's way.

He loves you as your adoptive father.

Perhaps he should've never gotten attached?

As said before I don't believe he himself would kill.

He tries to use tactics to influence desired outcomes.

If Thrawn feared you'd leave him or wish to change your loyalty...

He has methods of changing that.

You may be his child... but he will not tolerate you leaving him after he took you in.

Most parents expect their child to leave the nest.

Thrawn doesn't want you too.

Especially if you happen to swap sides.

He feels you're stronger with him... loved with him...

So he'll convince you to listen to your father...

Even if it means he has to re-educate you behind a cell.

#yandere star wars #yandere star wars legends #yandere star wars rebels #yandere grand admiral thrawn #platonic yandere

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vioranhyperfixation · 30 days

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Disable!Damian Al Ghul au 2#

Relation and insights within the family 1#

[=] Damian > Family

• Ra's Al Ghul, for Damian Ra's is no more than an authority figure within the wall they live and raise in. He has seen upfront what Ra's capable and will do to get what he wants so Damian always follow his word and try to get what he wants in the between of the leasure time.

He doesn't condone Ra's action but he try to do best with what he got.

Damian always act as the polite, kind, and perfect in every way other than his disabilities in front of Ra's when he actually rather brash and blunt in the inside. But he must do what he does to get what he wants, and if he needs to act? So must be it.

•Talia Al Ghul. His one and only mother, the most complicated relationship he ever have within all his year on earth.

He's grateful that she have keep him within her stomach for 9 month and done her best to raise him within these complex and screw up place, yet, despite that, he also resent her to make him for her own screw up plan. To be absent in his suffering in the excuse of though love as the best love to make you grow up. No, he's a child, what he needs is care and affection, yet that's not something that we can really do anything now can we? He love and hate her, for her beings the reason for his existence of the wonder of life and suffering.

In front of Talia, he also keep up with the perfect and kind child facade to keep up with the consistent of it so that no one suspects it, his complex relationship with Talia also help with that mask.

• Kaasib, his first younger brother that also the heir to Al Ghul name. This one is more simpler than the last, their relationship is based on give and take.

If one desire something from the other than the other will do so in exchange for a favor of similar level. And they can crash the favor whenever they feel like so, of course the deadline should also be considered within the current situation of the other.

On personal level Damian like Kaasib, although it's not the level of closure like one of a sibling, it's pretty nice overall in this environment.

• #011 [ Rafi ], his youngest brother and a lab experiment that his grandfather keep. To say it's pretty simple yet not as simple as his relationship with kaasib, but it's not that bad.

Damian is well aware of the damage his grandfather had done to him and pity #011 quite a lot, but it's not like he can do much. It's only after years of further studies that he can see more benefits in getting close to #011 as he starts his effort on investing on #011.

It a challenging task to have Ra's permits on seeing his experiment, but this Damian is not someone who back down in a gamble as long as it have 0,05% of winning, and win does he do.

Once he managed to get the permit and sees the actual thing he knew that he made the right decision, it might be a slow investment but it show a subtle rise on his investment insurance value.

For the first few visits all he does is approach #011 within a few feet and give him Trinkets and desserts until its engraved into his insuranc- #011 everytime he visits to be tagged with trinkets and desserts. Once #011 already familiar with it Damian start adding talking about every useful information that he deemed #011 need and that's continue until this day.

Damian love, I mean love, #011. I mean, you gotta love your insurance aren't you? There's no doubt that #011 will strive the most in this harsh environment and he needs to make sure he got the priority seat in the winner mind.

• Jason Tood, his biological father second adopted son. One might think their relationship will be more complex but it's as simple as his relationship with kaasib.

Their relationship is also along the lines of give and take, but they also have the addition of a caretaker part. That's addition come up from Ra's who decided that it would be funny if Damian the one in charge of Jason recovery, so we got that.

Usually Damian would just sit in his wheelchair while watching Jason do his own thing while working on his own work. He also give trinkets and desserts that's brought from his habit with #011.

+ #011 is respawn for this who don't catch on

+ Btw you can see which relationship I'm more fond of, the favouritism is real. And we stand by that.

#disable!damian au #damian al ghul #ra al ghul #talia al ghul #respawn #ooc #i mean different objectives come to a different outcome #dc #oc #kinda #kinda not #damian wayne #maybe one day #you can see which one relationship I'm more fond of #the favoritism is real #gotta love it #couse i do!#jason todd #jason and damian meet in LoA

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violet211221 · 1 year

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Little Paw | Lee Know

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♡ pairing: lee know x reader

♡ genre: fluff, literally fluff ♡ tw: mentions of death

♡ word count: 3.2k

♡ short summary: on a snowy morning, you make two new friends: a cat and one of your new neighbors

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You yawn while you make coffee. It's only 7am, and your job starts at 9am, but you woke up so early because you're the type of person who prefers to do all her habits. Coffee is essential for you, especially since you moved to Seoul alone and started working extra hours. You simply cannot stay awake without a big cup of coffee, so the espresso machine is your best friend.

After your cup is full, you sit down at the small table in your kitchen, phone and notebook in hands. You text your mom "Good morning," then check your to-do list for the project you're working on. You are so caught up in your thoughts about your work that you almost miss the faint meow coming from your garden. You stop and listen carefully and there it is again: a thin sound like a child's cry, coming from somewhere near the door at the entrance of your house. You quickly look out the kitchen window, but you see nothing. It's winter, and the sun hasn't had time to rise yet, probably being blocked by fluffy snow clouds as well. It's probably going to snow soon.

You've always loved cats, but your parents never let you have one. But you find them absolutely adorable and, if someone were to ask you what kind of animal you want to be, you'd choose to be a cat. So the thought that a cat might be outside, in the cold, worries you. You abandon the notebook you were looking at and the cup of coffee you didn't get to drink from, you put on your coat directly over your fluffy pajamas and put on your boots.

You open the door and quickly go down the three steps of the house, only to notice that it is really snowing. The flakes are small, and the white layer is barely noticeable, but on the stone path of the yard, you can see some traces of small paws through the snow. The cat went through your yard, then probably went out somewhere on the street. You start after her, following her paws, determined to adopt her if you don't find any medallion around her neck. You go out into the street and look around you, looking for other footprints. You notice that the cat jumped from your fence directly onto the sidewalk, stopping a few houses away. You see her, a small black spot in the middle of the landscape that is starting to turn white. She stands in front of the gate of one of your neighbors. You haven't moved to this street for a long time, so you haven't had time to get to know your neighbors. Does her owner live there? The cat noticed that you left your yard, turning towards you and looking at you curiously. "Hey, little one."

She continues to look at you as you start to take small steps towards her. You don't want to scare her and run away. "Is that where you live? What are you doing outside at this hour?" You keep talking to her until you cover half of the road that separates you. You stop and sit down, and the cat gets up.

"Don't run. I won't hurt you." To your surprise, the cat does not run away, but takes a step towards you.

"I live a few houses away. You passed by my yard earlier. Remember?" Maybe it seems silly that you are talking to an animal and you most likely look like a crazy person now, but you don't care. Your mom used to tell you that animals can tell what kind of person you are just by the way you talk to them. So you want to show to this black ball of fur that you are not a bad person. And it seems to work, because the cat approaches you cautiously. "It's ok." you tell her. "You can come closer if you want." The cat comes closer, now only a few steps away from you. You hold out your hand slowly, letting her sniff you until the cat pushes her little head into your palm. She starts purring while letting herself be caressed by you. "You're not wet, so you haven't been out for a long time. Did you come from a house or hide somewhere?" You scratch the small animal under the chin. "You have no collar around your neck. What am I going to do with you?" One of the cat's ears moves to the left, towards the yard in front of which you found her. She stops purring, then turns her head completely in that direction. You follow her gaze and notice a boy looking at you. The gate is open behind him, an the cat runs towards him and starts rubbing against his bare feet, shod only in black plastic slippers. You get up and put your frozen hands in the pockets of your coat. The boy doesn't move. He's wearing the fluffiest, longest jacket you've ever seen, but he didn't bother to zip it. Judging by his tousled hair, it looks like he just woke up from his sleep, but you still think it's strange that he went out in just slippers in such a cold weather. However, you decide to ignore it. "I'm sorry. I heard her meowing and I thought she was a stray cat." you tell the stranger. He keeps looking at you without saying anything and without moving. Only the cat seems to hear you because it comes back to you, now purring between your legs. Maybe he's deaf. Or simply not to stand strangers. But you still decide to give him another chance. "I live next to you. I didn't know it was your cat." The boy's eyes move from your face to the cat that steps on your boots. You suddenly feel embarrassed. Does he think that you wanted to steal his cat? You don't know how to get out of this situation, so you look at the animal as well. "It's not my cat." The boy speaks for the first time, making you almost flinch. He opens his right fist, letting you see a small packet of cat food. "I just came to give him a snack." he continued. He remains still again, his palm still open. Judging by the slightly confused expression on his face, he doesn't know exactly what to do next.

"So she's really a stray cat?" you ask. "A kind of." the boy withdraws his hand, now looking at the food package. "He was a house cat until a few months ago. His owner died and he just refused to leave the house."

You notice that he refers to the cat with 'he'. So the cat is a male.

The stranger points to one of the neighboring houses, then you realize that it really seems uninhabited. You don't remember even once seeing the light on or a trace of movement. Suddenly you feel even more sorry for the poor cat. You lean down again, smoothing the black, shiny fur with your palm. "Why has no one adopted him?" "I guess he doesn't want to be adopted. I tried, but he didn't get along with my other cats at all. He always wanted to go outside and go back to his ex's house. So I let him do what he wanted." The boy approaches you, standing and watching how the cat caresses you. "It's weird though." he continued.

"What do you mean?" You look up at him and for the first time you see him properly. The place where he was standing earlier was darker and hid his features, but now he is standing directly in the light of the street lamp.

He is beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful person you have met in your life. His hair is as black and shiny as a cat's fur, and his features are almost perfect. He has that kind of beauty that makes him look cold, almost unreal. In fact, he really seems like a cold person. Everything, from the intonation of the voice, to the position of the body, make him seem like that kind of indifferent person, difficult to approach. But something in his look makes you melt. The way he looks at the cat, with so much care and love, makes you think that maybe he is not what he seems. "He doesn't like people. His ex-owner was old. She lived alone and didn't really interact with people. I guess he was raised the same way." the boy explains. The cat meows, and the brunette smiles. A real, warm smile.

"I used to do their shopping, so he knew me. I guess that's why he accepted me. He usually runs away from other people."

He stops and looks directly into your eyes. You don't know why, but you have the impression that all the air is stuck somewhere in your throat.

"Looks like he likes you." the stranger concludes. It's your turn to smile.

"Well, it means we have something in common. Because I like him too." you say.

"Do you want to feed him?"

You hesitate for a few moments.

"Are you sure?"

In response, the boy tears off the end of the food bag. He sits next to you in the same position as you, then hands you the food.

"Don't worry. I'm here in case things go wrong." he says, waiting for you to take the package.

You don't know exactly why, but the fact that he is there really calms you down. You take the bag of food, and your fingers touch. Despite the cold, his hand feels warm, and you can swear you felt a shiver when you touched.

You press lightly on the plastic, letting a small amount of food come out. The cat sniffs, then starts to lick the cream. "Looks like you worried for nothing."

You silently approve of the boy, enjoying the cat's purring. He eats slowly, but with pleasure.

"Do you like it, buddy?" you ask the little animal.

"He sure likes it. It's his favorite brand of food."

You look at the boy next to you again.

"You take care of him?"

"Yes. His ex-owner's family lives in America. They don't come here very often. Because I was used to the surroundings, they let me take care of the house. It was instinctive to take responsibility for him, I guess. I bought him a special door through which he can enter and leave the house when he wants, and I always make sure that he has food and fresh water." he explains.

You are thinking of the old woman. It must have been very difficult for her to live alone here, while her family is so far away. You have only been away from your hometown for a few months, but you already feel the pressure of living alone, far from your family.

"So that's why he looks so well cared for. You're doing a great job of taking care of him." you say, without giving voice to the thoughts in your head.

"You're not from here either, are you?"

The boy suddenly asks the question, which makes you look at him. You meet his intense, searching gaze. He's been watching you for a while, and it seems he's read your thoughts. You feel your cheeks heating up, and you're sure he can see the blush starting to form on your cheekbones.

"No. I recently moved from Busan. My uncle was generous to me and let me stay in his house." you explain, pointing to your house.

The coincidence means that your uncle and his family are also away in America. "Wait. Your uncle is Mr. Park?"

"Yes." you approve

The boy looks like he's thinking for a moment.

"Well, maybe that's why he seems to have chosen you." he points to the cat." He's been out around the neighborhood for a while, so we can say that you're both new around here. I think he felt that you could understand him."

His conclusion seems logical.

"You're right. I work most of the time. I haven't had time to meet anyone." "I'm Lee Minho."

You already notice that the boy has a habit of reacting without you expecting it. That kind of person who never lets you know his next move. He stands with his hand outstretched, waiting for you to take it. He looks you straight in the eye, without breaking eye contact even for a second.

"Y/n." you introduce yourself slowly and shake his hand, having a strange feeling in your stomach due to his intense gaze.

"Now you know someone."

You understand what his gesture means, and then you realize that he is everything else, but never a cold person. Maybe this image is a self-defense mechanism. You don't know. But Minho is definitely the kind of person who cares about the people around him. A lot.

There is something about him that makes you curious. You want to know more about him, to go beyond this reserved, but still direct side of him.

However, your time together is running out. The cat has almost finished eating, and you have to get ready for work if you don't want to be late. But you are determined to find out at least one thing about him, no matter how small it is, before you leave. "You said you have other cats, right?"

When he hears your question, his face lights up.

"Yes. Actually, I have three. All three are adopted at different intervals of time. They are two orange and one gray. The gray one is the youngest, but he ignores me the most."

The happiness in his voice when he talks about his cats is priceless. And because it's already starting to light up outside, you can see the twinkle in his eyes. He definitely loves them a lot.

Can someone who loves animals so much be a bad person?

"And what is their name?" you ask him, because you want to see more of that happiness on his beautiful face.

"Soonie, Doongie and Dori." Minho answers you breathlessly, as if he was just waiting for the question and had the answer ready on the tip of his lips.

"What happened to Boongie? Was he taken by someone else already?" you joking.

Minho grins at the corner of his lips, snorting like you just told him he can't finish a challenge. You find this extremely attractive.

"I would have fought for copyright if that was necessary." he begins. "But I never thought of using that name." A snowflake lands on your nose, and you startle. Both of you look up. The snow started to fall in a larger quantity, with bigger and bigger flakes. The snow gets stuck in your uncovered hair, sits on your coat and slowly disappears. Soon the white layer will be bigger, and you can only hope that the cat, now curled up next to the warmth of your body, will take shelter in his house.

"And what is his name?"

At the same time you said the question, Minho was moving. He nonchalantly raises his hand and places it above your head, in an attempt to protect your head from the snowflakes.

A strange feeling takes over your stomach again. Now you know what it is: butterflies.

"I don’t know." he answers you as if nothing had happened. "I never heard Mrs. Cho call him by name."

His look is innocent, as if he is doing the most normal and trivial thing. You don't see any hidden intentions in the way he looks at you. He is simply good and that's a

Maybe you are misinterpreting his actions. "I see." you say, giving the cat the last bit of his food.

"I think we can give him a name. I don't think it bothers him. What name do you think suits him best?" Minho asks.

"A name?"

You start to think. What name suits this adorable ball of black fur?

"We could call him Boongie, but…”

You take a short break, and your face lights up when an idea comes to you.

"I found him following the footprints he left in the snow. I think Paw suits him."

Minho smiles, then looks at the cat.

"What do you think? Do you like Paw?"

The cat looks at him and slowly closes his eyes, then rubs his head against one of Minho's knees. "I guess that's a yes." the boy noted. "And I think he just finished his snack." "Yes, you are right."

You take Minho's last words as a sign that you should all get back to what you were doing. And he is right. You still have to get to work. You get up, and the brunette follows you. The hand with which he protected your head finds your elbow, helping you in a respectful way to get up. "Thank you." you tell him, being sure that his hand must be frozen. "And thank you for introducing me to Paw as well."

"It's not a big deal." Minho answers you. You're not sure what he means exactly. There comes a moment when it seems that both of you don't know what to say or do. Suddenly, the brunette in front of you looks shy. You are determined to shorten his suffering, so you open your mouth to say goodbye, but it is his voice that you hear instead of your own. "Are you busy today?" he asks you.

You're shocked by his question. Maybe you didn't interpret so wrong after all. "Unfortunately, I'm at work."

You notice the disappointment on his face.

"But if you work too, we can go together as long as our paths cross." you add quickly. "Today is my day off." he says, and it's your turn to be disappointed. "But actually I..." He pauses to scratch the back of his head, then continues. "I have something to take from the store. I can accompany you if you want." You hardly control your smile. It's so obvious he lied. Who needs to shop at an hour like this?

"Are you sure about this?" you ask him. "Hey! It's really my day off. I woke up now because this is the time I usually give Paw his snack and I didn't want to keep him waiting, then I noticed I didn't have..." he stops again. "Cat food. Why are you smiling like that?" "I was wondering if you're sure you don't mind going with me." you say, ignoring your thoughts and his last question.

"Oh, this." he begins.

You lost this fight.. You cover your mouth with your hand, suppressing a giggle. Minho shrugged, trying to look cool. "I have to get cat food anyway. Is 30 minutes enough for you?"

He gives you a wide smile in turn.

"I try." Your answer does not seem to satisfy him because his eyebrow rises. Here's another thing you learned about Lee Minho: it's an avalanche of feelings and reactions. "I'll see you at your gate in 30 minutes."

With these last words, Minho takes the empty package from your hand, then starts towards his house.

You do the same, with a silly smile on your face, and Paw following in your footsteps.

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gentil-minou · 8 months

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sharing my wangxian phlebotomist!wwx/blood donor!lwj au from twitter here (a summary here if you wanna see)

The hardest part of the adoption process was supposed to be endless paperwork and screenings and the anxiety of not being good enough to meet high standards of the court.

It wasn't supposed to be A-Yuan's first doctors appointment.

His pitiful screams fill the small doctor's office. He's clinging to Lan Wangji's shoulders like there a lifeline, hiding and all LWJ wants to do is bundle up his son and carry him back to safety.

But these are mandatory vaccines he needs in order to attend pre-k. So he cant.

Nurse: Shots are never fun at this age, huh He would beg to differ; they're never fun at any age But see lwj isnt afraid of the shots themselves. Hes terrified of the sight of blood. His BFF loves horror movies & he watches them with her bravely by staring at the corner of the tv

When lwj gets his blood drawn, he looks closes his eyes and imagines being in a cold pond somewhere. But he's never been afraid of just the shot before.

He's helpless in the face of his son's distress. The nurse sighs, saying theyll have to try again another day.

A-Yuan sniffles into his baba's shirt, exhausted from the crying fit. His eyes are still watery and he looks around the room with such fear in his eyes, before withdrawing back into the safety of his baba's chest.

Lan Wangji has no idea what to do, only cradles him closer

Thankfully, LWJ has someone who can help. His best friend, Jiang Yanli is a child therapist and has been helping him prepare his home for A-Yuan.

If anyone knows what to do, it's Yanli-jie

JYL: Zhanzhan, have you tried showing him its not scary?

LWJ has not, bc he's terrified

JYL is the only one allowed to call him Zhanzhan. In Uni she was the one who mentored him his first week of school. Someone slipped him alcohol and he got deliriously drunk.

Yanli-jie was the one who found him and took him home. This is what they told the cohort but actually…

JYL: seeing his Baba get a shot and be okay might motivate him to be more brave

LWJ certainly doesn't feel brave. He's thinking of the blood flowing from his veins and then LEAVING them to go who knows where. It sounds barbaric

He has the distinct memory of learning what a period is in middle school and promptly passing out

He is not a fan of anything related to blood

But LWJ has learned that Yanli-jie knows what she's doing, so, despite the way he can swear he feels his blood pumping with fear, he agrees...but there's a problem.

LWJ: I am up to date on all my shots. How can I show him it is safe?

JYL: Hmm....I have an idea. My brother is a phlebotomist! He can help.

LWJ is confused. Last he heard, the younger Jiang is a prosecutor who makes a living viciously yelling in a courtroom.

JYL: Not him, Zhanzhan. My adoptive brother, A-Xian. I bet he would be happy to help you. He works at the blood bank at Yiling Clinic! The perfect exposure!

For who?, LWJ wonders. A blood bank sounds like a house of horrors to him. And a person who chooses to stick a needle in people and remove the very force that gives them life? He cannot imagine getting along with this person at all.

Yiling Clinic is a community clinic in a part of town Lan Wangji has never been to, especially since the Gusu Group has their own private hospital.

But this is where Yanli-jie's phlebotomist little brother works.

A-Yuan clings to the back of his legs as they approach the receptionist, a young man with amazing cat eye makeup named Mo Xuanyu

These two definitely do not fit the bill for their usual patients, with their designer clothing, so he asks with some skepticism: Um, can I help you?

LWJ has spent the last two hours siking himself up for the blood part, he isn't prepared at all for social interactions. He flounders like a fish.

LWJ: …I am…We are here for…

A shout comes from behind them: Ah! A-Yu, is that A-jie's friend? Zhanzhan?

LWJ flinches until he sees a man sprinting towards them. The 1st thing he notices is this man is wearing lilac scrubs with little white rabbits on them.

The 2nd thing he notices is this man has the most enchanting smile he's ever seen. Already, LWJ feels more relaxed.

The man winks at him: You like the scrubs? A-jie said A-Yuan liked bunnies, I figured this would help keep him calm.

LWJ does not blurt I like bunnies too. But only just.

Beside the man is a pediatric nurse named Wen Ning, no relation, who says he's here to help with A-Yuan

Yanli-jie's little brother, the phlebotomist, introduces himself: Ah! Sorry, Lan Zhan. Jiejie always calls you that so it just stuck. I'm Wei Wuxian. You can call me Wei Ying if you wanna make it even.

Strangely, LWJ feels no need to correct him: Lan Zhan is fine, Wei Ying.

WWX smiles so brightly, LWJ feels dizzy with it.

WWX: Now where's the little bunny himself?

A-Yuan has been clinging behind LWJ's pant leg, tilting around just enough to peek with one eye at this strange gege.

WWX: Maybe not a rabbit then, a radish who likes to hide away!

A-Yuan becomes offended: I don't like radishes!

WWX laughs: Me neither! But Qing-jie says they help us grow big and strong, so they can't be all that bad huh?

WWX is crouched in front of A-Yuan, draping both arms across his knees and resting his chin in one hand. He waits.

LWJ admires his patience. The longer WWX waits, crouched and rocking back and forth in front of A-Yuan, smile gently and welcoming, the more A-Yuan's natural curiosity gets the better of him.

Eventually, his son comes out from behind his leg to touch a black bunny on his sleeve

A-Yuan: I like this one. We only have a white bunny at home.

WWX: I like the black bunny too! What's your bunny's name?

A-Yuan: Banana, bc she tries to eat Baba's banana every morning, and you are what you eat.

He recites this with all the solemnity a 4 yo could possess

WWX's laughter echoes through the lobby: Well! You're very right, A-Yuan. Maybe you aren't a radish after all then. Tell me, what do little boys eat?

A-Yuan: I'm not little! I'm 4 and a half!

WWX: Right, right, I sincerely apologize for my mistake. What do big boys eat then?

A-Yuan purses his lips and taps his chin, pondering his question carefully: Hmm… jelly beans?

WWX looks like he wants to laugh more, but instead says: I see, I see. Thank you for your wisdom A-Yuan.

He looks up at LWJ, dark eyes dancing. LWJ's heart rabbits against his chest

WWX: If your baba is ready, we can head down to my cave if you'd like. I have a lot of cool machines I'd love to show you.

A-Yuan's eyes widen into saucers as he gasps: A cave? Wowww

They grin conspiratorially at each other, before turning bright eyes up at LWJ

LWJ feels warm and much more relaxed inside, so he nods: Mn. We may go.

A-Yuan cheers and holds WWX's hand as the head downstairs.

LWJ trails behind making small talk with WN, watching WWX and A-Yuan swing their hands and skip ahead, feeling something warm blossom in his chest.

The hallway to Wei Wuxian's lab isn't anything like Lan Wangji expects.

The rooms at Gusu are all perfectly pristine and sterile, painted white to promote serenity, rest, and healing.

For one thing, he'd raided a Halloween store at some point and hung up all sorts of decorations, mostly vampire themed. There's one that's says "I vant to suck your blood!" except suck is crossed out and replaced with "donate". Wwx and A-yuan giggle together at wwx's fake accent

It's definitely not up to Gusu General's strict standards. For one thing, there're beanbag chairs in the hall outside. Wwx says it's to feel more comfy while others wait, as he's the only phlebotomist on staff and it can take a while. A-Yuan personally tests each one.

His lab is…adequate if far too small. There's a desk that's overrun with stacks of papers and textbooks and a shelf that's filled with even more. The actual space where blood is drawn is, thankfully, sterile and clean. Though he's decorated with demons demanding blood for food

There's a temp controlled room where the blood is stored, with a red door and the words "Blood Pool" written in menacing barely legible font

Despite the…interesting decor, the room is homely and, surprisingly, welcoming. A-Yuan at least is having a very fun time getting a tour

Wwx patiently answers all of A-Yuan’s questions, even the endless why's, with utmost sincerity, even when his answers are purely nonsense.

Lwj can't stop the fond smile from lifting the corner of his lips. A-Yuan had never warmed up to a medical professional so fast.

He's pulled from his musings when A-Yuan grabs his sleeve: Baba! Blood-gege says this machine makes blood spin around!

Wwx burst out laughing: Blood-gege? I love it!

Lwj is enchanted, head repeating those last 3 words again and again as wwx fondly ruffles A-Yuan's fluffy hair

Wwx: alright, now that you're familiar with my beauty Chenqing (referring to his bloody spinny machine lwj does not want to think about), shall we get down to business?

He says this with his bright dark eyes glittering at LWJ. Right. The blood donating part.

Lwj gulps, nodding. A prisoner walking up to the gallows.

TBC

(If you're interested, I'm probably going to continue at least up to the end of the first part before i just make it into one long fic! You can follow it on my twitter!)

#i tried the threadfic thing on twitter and im finding it hard to get any engagement there and i think this au is cute okay #and i cant write it until a couple weeks from now so im just gonna share it here #call me wwx the way im shameless with my self promotion #hehe #bushy writing #mdzs #wangxian #mdzs fanfiction #mo dao zu shi #if the formatting looks dumb its cause im copying and pasting from shitter djfksh i dont actually write like this i just wanna share this o #anyways someone tell me how twitter fandoms work why are they so hardddd #from what i've seen the writing mdzs fandom is most active on there but i cannot understand how to get recognition there #to be fair i've always been a tumblr girlie and never posted much on my twitter besides retweeting art anyways #but i want validation for my writing T___T #also threadfics are a challenge of themselves and i admire writers who have the patience to deal with them because i am very much losing #mine like what do you do about all the typos and the mistakes and just ahhhhhhhhh #also i think its because im joining in the middle of twitter's mass exodus but idk where else to go #anyways

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pomplalamoose · 7 months

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I wonder how Luke would react to the reader wanting kids..

Hiii anon, thanks for the ask!🩵

I think his reaction would depend heavily on the situation the two of you are in, but because I wanted to make this really wholesome, all of these take place during the best possible time ever.

I hope this is in your interest as well :)

• I think I've mentioned before that Luke really likes kids and would eventually approach you about whether you would like some of your own

• (because he definitely would like that)

• however if you were to bring up the topic on your own accord he'd be over the moon

• I can imagine it's been a secret wish of his to raise a child (or several) with you

• but because he doesn't want to make you feel any kind of pressure, he wouldn't have brought it up himself for a long time

• but now that you're outright saying that you want to have a child with him, he's overjoyed

• you know how animals sometimes get the zoomies?

• Luke gets the zoomies

• he won't shut up about it

• he's laughing and spinning you around

• he can't stop hugging and kissing you

• I think he'd need a second to calm down because of how excited he is

• not even you were aware he wanted this so much and his reaction is truly endearing to watch

• it's important to note that this isn't just about becoming a father though

• a big reason is mostly the fact that you trust him enough to embarge on this journey with him

• he feels like the luckiest man in the whole galaxy and he's practically bursting with it

• he wants to tell everyone he knows immediately

• your revelation brings out the boy Luke was before he left Tatooine

• it's like he kept that part of himself hidden away and suddenly, it comes bubbling to the surface again

• (you are momentarily thrown, where did your calm and collected Jedi master go??)

• I can totally see him producing a list of potential baby names on the spot

• you'll eventually learn he already had it lying around for some time and he's so happy to finally show it to you

• it's a big list too and you have no idea how he came up with SO MUCH

• eventually he will relax

• but as soon as he's able to think straight again, he wants to start planning

• like, right now

• like, what do you mean "there is still time"???

• this is important!!!!

• (you realize that he, in fact, did not calm down)

• and yet, for his peace of mind (and yours), you go along with it

• you discuss whether you wish to adopt or if you'd like to carry out the child on your own

• Luke is very adamant on you making this decision for yourself; it's your body and he knows the toll a pregnancy can take

• he will be happy with either choice

• but if you decide you want to become pregnant that man will be stressed

• in a good way too but mostly he's freaking out

• he'll worry about it more than you

• under no circumstances does he want you to be uncomfortable

• but he also knows that's near impossible so I can totally see him wanting to read every possible file/text/etc. he can find on the topic to be prepared for everything

• (or as prepared as you can be for a partner that's pregnant for the first time)

• like I genuinely believe he would want to make your well-being his full time job

• because of this (he is a self aware king after all) he wants to be able to take off a year or so from his duties to be able to care for you and the baby

• obviously that won't work with all the responsibilities he currently has

• so even more planning will go into preparing everyone and everything for the eventuality of him disappearing as soon as you realize that the child is on its way

• (at this point you beg him to calm down and go meditate; "LUKE I'm not even pregnant yet!!!")

• if you are not already living together, he will want to arrange that as fast as possible

• he'd also want to discuss how you'd go about your daily routines and chores once the baby is there

• he wants to compare notes about parenting and raising the child to find out which points you agree or disagree on

• yes, he absolutely has these notes

• (you don't, but he doesn't need to know)

• "Oh Force maybe we'll need a babysitter too. Would you let Han in the vicinity of our kid?"

• in the end you decide to drag him to bed

• because all his planning and scheming will be for nothing if he doesn't put in the physical work as well

• he's very enthusiastic about your suggestion

• so much, in fact, that you won't be leaving the bed anytime soon

• possibly some new preferences are discovered

• (I've seen lots of posts about Luke with a breeding kink and while I'm not one hundred percent sure whether he'd actually develope one, I still think he'd want to make sure his seed takes)

#ask #luke skywalker #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #fanfic #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #star wars headcanons #headcanons

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nevis-the-skeleton · 7 months

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jayfeather2920: Jack is adopted by the Decepticons, next of the story of Drac0shka. Maybe Megatron and the others keep Jack away from super human stuff so he don’t wanna leave. And eventually Soundwave shows him stuff and the kid ends up wanting to go to school. (Tumblr request in comment)

Since Jack already knows the human world thanks to Soundwave and Starscream, seen in the previous episode, I will change the story a little. But don't worry, it will stay in the same style ;).

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As had been decided Jack could leave the Nemesis to explore Earth one day per month. Still far from human civilization, which Megatron considered unworthy of being close to his child. Either way, the experience with the MECH had definitely convinced him that humans should stay as far away from the boy as possible.

A year had passed since this decision was made, and each time Jack showed greater and greater interest in humans and their lives, which he could only see from afar.

During an outing with Starscream, the boy looked longingly at the great city not far from them, beyond the mountains. The child looked at the Seeker several times, hesitating to ask him what he wanted, because deep down he already suspected the answer he was going to receive.

"What's the matter? asked the jet, finally noticing the hesitant look of the little one.

- Nothing…

- Don't try to lie to me, Jack. I can see you want to talk to me about something."

The brunette sighed a little, before returning his gaze towards the city. The flyer followed his gaze, and it didn't take long for him to understand.

“You know it’s too dangerous. Starscream said.

- I know... but I would really like to see what it's like there... I would like to interact with other humans, people like me.

- Megatron would not agree, and you know it.

- But I know that you are not entirely against it… It is for me to communicate with my peers that you taught me English, right?

-And in a way I regret… That's what made Silas do everything possible to extract information from you. If you hadn't known how to speak English, it wouldn't have been possible.

- But nothing happened in the end! I didn't tell them anything!

- I know, but it could have been very different. I'm sorry, Jack, but humans are far too dangerous for you... Besides, what could you do with primitives like that! You'd be bored with them, that's for sure!

- How can you know?

- I know, that's all.

- What an answer...

- Don't start being insolent, otherwise I'll cancel our outing.

- Oh no!!"

Jack sulked silently, and sat down on the ground at the edge of the cliff, letting his feet dangle above. It was then that the child saw humans approaching. Starscream frowned, deciding it was best to go, but when he turned to the boy to urge him to leave, the child was already running towards the path.

The Seeker raised his wings in surprise, and suddenly squeezed them when he saw that Jack was taking the path towards those damn hikers. The jet began to panic, before setting off in pursuit of the little brown-haired boy, who was doing whatever he wanted.

“Jack!! Come back here right now!!" ordered the flyer sharply and angrily.

The child managed to slip through different paths, far too steep for Starscream, who found it increasingly difficult to catch the kid on this unstable terrain. Jack smiled with pride, before feeling his foot lose the ground.

The boy let out an exclamation, before starting to fall, under the frightened gaze of the Seeker. The brunette closed his eyes, when he felt that he was suddenly caught up. The jet quickly hid behind the rocks, while the tallest of the group of humans helped Jack back onto his legs.

“Well, kid, be careful. You could have hurt yourself. the imposing man scolded softly.

- Um… yes… sorry…

- What are you doing here alone? Aren't you at school?

- School?"

The woman who was with him leaned towards Jack, then asked:

"Where are your parents ?

- Um… They're not far away, I was going to join them.

- Will it be okay alone?

- Yes, don't worry."

A young man raised his phone to the sky, searching for a connection, while the adults looked after the lost child. Jack couldn't hide his interest in this strange object, which didn't seem very sophisticated compared to what he knew.

The boy managed to slip out of the group, and greeted them quickly, before leaving in a hurry, knowing that he wouldn't be able to continue lying for long if he was asked too many questions.

It wasn't long before Starscream joined him, and to say he was worried and angry was an understatement. The Seeker didn't know whether to scold Jack for his recklessness, or just be relieved to see him safe.

The jet called for a ground bridge, cutting the exit short, much to the child's dismay, although he understood very well why. What he had done may have been stupid, but he was still happy to have managed to communicate with members of his species. They didn't look evil like the MECH ones, quite the contrary. The flyer turned to Jack, as the portal opened, and said:

"Not a word about this incident to Megatron, is that clear?

- Yes."

The brunette had every reason in the world to hide this event. Firstly because he didn't want Megatron and Starscream to argue again, but also because he didn't want to be private of his monthly release.

When the duo arrived in the ship, KnockOut had a rather worried look on his face, and approached them. The Seeker frowned, and wanted to ask him what was going on, when he heard the voice of the leader of the Decepticons yelling:

“Jack! Starscream! Come to the main room! Now"

The two did not delay in coming, knowing that it would not help their case to arrive late. The ex-gladiator was more than angry, curtly beckoning them to come forward.

"Well, what's the problem? questioned the jet.

- Do you really want to play ignorant, Starscream? Megatron growled.

- To pretend to ignore something, I still have to know what I should ignore. And here I admit to you that I don't see it. We didn't do anything wrong!"

Jack nodded quickly, imitating the flyer, and pretending not to understand what the leader of the Decepticons was getting at. That's when the two saw Laserbeak land on the ex-gladiator's shoulder, while Soundwave was right behind, and showed the video of Jack's altercation with the hikers. Megatron crossed his arms, then asked:

"You were saying?"

Starscream had a much less confident expression, his wings conveying his unease, while the duo was clearly at a dead end.

“Ooh… that… the Seeker stammered. Ah but yes... it comes back to me now... It's crazy, it was so unimportant that I ended up forgetting it...!

- Unimportant you say?! declared the leader of the Decepticons, frowning.

- Well... not completely... But nothing happened... so... Let's move on, uh...?

- Ignoring this incident is my last choice!"

Jack looked at the two robots, looking for a solution to quickly defuse the tense situation that was developing. It was then that the words of the man he had met came back to his mind: “What are you doing here alone? Aren't you at school?" The boy didn't know why he remembered it, or if it would help him, but decided to give it a try anyway.

"I want to go to school!"

The Transformers looked surprised at the little brunette, and Megatron became even angrier.

“Look what this incident did to Jack!

- No need to panic! Starscream glared. He probably just wants to take lessons from Soundwave, as usual.

- No! Otherwise he would have said he wanted to take lessons! Not that he wanted to go to school! You see! Just one interaction with these damn humans, and he already wants to do just like them!

- What's so bad? Jack asked quietly. I'm human after all.

- Outwardly yes! But your education is far superior! Nothing to do with these unimportant organics!"

The child said nothing, but still found that the Decepticons were not always very clear in their speech. Very often contradictory. They hated humans, but he was the exception. They hated being in contact with anything organic, but had no trouble picking him up and touching him.

So he wasn't really convinced by all that... He also didn't really know if the Decepticons saw him as a human. Were they afraid he would become one? The boy lowered his head gently, then replied:

“I would just like to know my fellow human beings better, to learn their history. And then also... having friends, having fun with children my age...

- For that, you don't have to go to school. replied the ex-gladiator.

- Megatron… Starscream intervened.

- I don't allow you to be so familiar with me, Starscream.

- Try to understand Jack, you have to face the facts that one outing a month is no longer enough for him.

- Don't you care what could happen to him or what?!

- I did! But I'm also well aware that this is not a viable situation for him! I understand that you want to protect him, especially after what happened with MECH! But that was a year ago now!

- You agreed with me, I'll remind you! You too are aware that the outside world is too dangerous for him!

- It's dangerous for everyone! Jack is growing up, it's normal for him to want to discover, to go out, to meet other people, especially humans!

- Why humans?! Jack, have you forgotten what they did to you?!"

The little boy shook his head, before declaring:

"No, and I haven't forgotten how much you helped me either. But I also don't want to deny who I am, I'm human, and I'm not ashamed of it. The fact that I want to know my fellow human beings does not mean that I want to separate from you, nor that I want to be like them. I love you more than anything in the world, I will never leave you. I am who I am, and I don't want to change how I was made."

Megatron seemed to calm down at this statement, and Starscream said:

“Wanting to discover new things does not mean that he no longer loves us. You have to let him take flight. Novelty is an integral part of his evolution, you must accept it, Lord Megatron."

The leader of the Decepticons knelt before Jack, then asked:

“Are you sure everything will be okay for you?

- Don't worry, I know how to defend myself now. And then, I know that Laserbeak will always be nearby to watch over me."

The boy gave Soundwave's minicon an affectionate look, who responded with a soft trill. The ex-gladiator looked at Starscream, who simply nodded, his wings indicating his trust in the child. Megatron sighed, before getting up, and said:

"Alright. It's OK."

Jack's eyes were bright with joy, and he was about to thank the leader of the Decepticons, when the latter added:

“On the other hand, I’m warning you, if anything happens I want you to talk to me about it. If a human hurts you, I will take care of them personally!

- Yes! Of course!

- And no more secrets or lies!

- Promise! Promise!

- That goes for you too, Starscream!"

The Seeker had a surprised expression, and crossed his arms, before retorting:

“I lie if I want!”

The little brunette laughed at the slight confrontation, sensing no real hostility in the conversation. He jumped with joy, before heading towards his room, to look up everything he had to know about the school and its customs. He understood that it was a place to learn, but he had the feeling that many other things were possible there.

“I hope I don’t make a mistake. Megatron sighed.

- I'm sure we can trust Jack. He will make mistakes, but deep down we know he will get through it." replied the Seeker.

Soundwave nodded slowly, sure and certain that everything would be fine for their brave little Decepticon.

#tfp #transformers prime #transformers #maccadam #starscream #megatron #knockout #soundwave #laserbeak #jack darby #what if #story request #little jack

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Daughter of Discord Rewritten Chapter 4: The Best Day Ever

Screwball was 6 when she started school. There was some debate that morning on who would take her, and I'm the end they both went, since they both wanted to. It was almost fall, and the auburn light reflected through the falling leaves, the air smelled like warm remnants of cider and wood shavings. The schoolhouse shone brick red, white fences lines the area.

As they slowly approached the red building, Screwball felt her stomach churn.

"What if the ponies don't like me?" she asked her parents.

"Of course they'll like you!" Discord replied, playfully twirling the propeller on her hat. "Why wouldn't they? After all, who wouldn't like the most adorable filly in all of Equestria?"

Silence fell over the schoolyard as the foals stopped their playing at the sight of the draconequus. The kicked up leaves seemed to still and the light on their faces highlighted the unfamiliarity. Screwball gestured to them.

"Because I'm different?"

"And that's what makes you so adorable!" her father exclaimed, ruffling her mane.

"Everything will be alright, honey," Fluttershy assured the filly. "Dinky will be here, so will Autumn Glory and Taco Grandé."

After Pinkie and Cheese Sandwich had their first son, Taco Grandé, Applejack caught the baby fever once more, and rainbow dash and Rarity wouldn't object once she'd taken them to the orphanage and they'd seen the childs that made their hearts skip a beat. They adopted the cinnamon twins shortly after, maple cinnamon and cinnamon twist.

"Your teacher is also Cheerilee," Fluttershy continued. "You remember her: the crusaders' teacher? Oh, and big mac's daughter is there too!"

Apple Blossom was also around Screwball's age. They had not met that often, but she knew she was Aunt Applejack's real niece. She also remembered Sugar belle, a very nice mare who always smiled crooked and warm.

"And don't worry if any pony makes fun of you," Discord added. "Just show them who's Boss and turn them into an orange!"

Fluttershy shook her head. She looked back at the filly. "If any pony can't accept how special you are, that's their problem. As for your magic…don't get into any trouble and don't make any pony feel jealous…Promise me you'll behave. Okay, honey?"

Screwball nodded. "I'll be good, Mommy."

Pinkie pie strolled up to the playground with her Coltfriend, cheese, bounding with her foal on her back. Then rainbow and Applejack showed up with their own children.

The twins landed with a thud as Dinky tackled them both. Applejack chuckled as she appeared behind them. At her side was a light brown colt with a black mane and autumn brown eyes.

"I see y'all are just as excited as Maple here," the cowgirl said, patting her adopted son on the back.

Dinky looked up and blushed slightly at the sight of Maple Cinnamon Screwball noticed him returning her blush.

"hi d-," he stuttered. He was stuck on the letter "D".

Dinky waved her hoof with unmatched enthusiasm."HI!!!"

Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash and Applejack shared a knowing look.

Every pony looked up as the school bell rang and Cheerilee emerged from the building.

"Alright, kids! Come inside!"

Fluttershy gave her daughter a light shove. "Go on! We'll come and pick you up at three."

After receiving another kiss, Screwball joined her friends as they raced up the steps. She stopped at the door.

"Oh, Ms Cheerilee!" Rainbow exclaimed, handing her the apple. "This is for you!"

"Why thank you, Dash," Cheerilee said with a smile. "How's the twins?"

"see, that's just what I wanted to hear. Cuz' I got something I needa tell you, ma'am. See, Maple's got a stutter, and he's really shy about it. Try not to hold it against him?"

Cheerilee put her hoof into Rainbow Dash's. "You have my word, miss. You too, miss Applejack."

Cheerilee attempted to get her new students to settle down. "Alright, class! I know you're excited and all. You'll find your name on your new desk."

"Well, welcome to the new school year, my little ponies!" Cheerilee announced. "I'm your teacher, Ms Cheerilee. We're going to spend this morning getting to know one another. Everyone turn to the pony next to you and introduce yourselves."

When Maple turned to his right, he met the green eyes of an earth pony with pastel yellow mane, yellow-green coat, and lots of freckles.

"hey cuz! I haven't seen you around so much, you moved to ponyville?"

"darn right I did!"

Screwball's desk partner on her right was a white unicorn with red, white and blue striped hair. She flinched at the sight of the earth pony's eyes. Screwball eagerly extended her hoof.

"Hi! I'm Screwball!"

The unicorn hesitantly shook her hoof. "Aquafresh."

"Isn't this all exciting?"

"Uh…yeah. Hey, are you…?"

Cheerilee tapped her ruler on her desk to get every pony's attention. "Alright, now we're each going to introduce ourselves to the class. State your name and please share something interesting about yourself. I will go first as an example." She cleared her throat. "My name is Cheerilee, I have a strawberry garden, and currently teaching a wonderful class!"

Screwball tried to pay close attention to the others as they introduced themselves, but the only ones she really listened to were her friends.

"I'm cinnamon twist, I like reptiles and ants!"

"I- I'm.... Maple Cinna-cinnamon." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes tight. "I l-like herdin' dogs a...and interior design."

The twins did a hoof bump before Apple Blossom spoke:

"My name is Apple Blossom, I like helping around the house and playing in the flowers."

Dinky was very excited for her introduction: "I'm Dinky Doo and I like muffins!"

Screwball giggled slightly and then realized it was her turn. "I'm Screwball and my dad's the Lord of Chaos!"

The room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Screwball shrank at the thought that maybe she had gloated, despite what her mother had told her. She had not meant to brag, but the teacher had asked for something interesting, and well, that was the most interesting thing about her.

She could not understand why every pony was so shocked. Based on how the twins were looking at her, she had the feeling that what she said was wrong. Why? It was not like they did not know. It was not like she had grown a second head.

"Did I say something wrong?" she asked the teacher.

Cheerilee shook her head. "No, Screwball, you said nothing wrong. Let's continue."

"I'm Aquafresh," the unicorn beside her said, rather shakily, "and my mom's a dentist."

Screwball did not hear the rest of the introductions, or pay attention as Cheerilee began the lesson. She was too busy listening to the whispers of the two colts behind her.

"She's the one my sister told me about! Her daddy's supposed to be a big scary monster!"

"Yeah! I think I saw him this morning!"

"My sister tells me she's as much a freak as he is!"

"Yeah! I mean look at that hat she's wearing!"

She protectively held onto her treasured hat from Aunt Pinkie.

Her head wrenched around her neck as she faced the colts. "I like my hat!"

"Screwball!"

She faced Cheerilee, realizing that she had said that out loud.

"What's going on?" the teacher asked crossly.

"Sorry, Ms Cheerilee," she pleaded. "But…they're saying mean things about me."

"Tattle tale," whispered the boy behind her.

"Is this true, Gold Digger?"

The colt with golden fur and a light green manebshook his head. "No, Ms Cheerilee. We were just talking about her eyes."

The teacher squinted at him. "Your sister was a pupil of mine, so I expect you to be familiar with the rules of this class. Every pony, let it be known that from now on, there will be no talking during the lesson! And boys-"

"yeeees?" They batted their lashes Innocently.

"it's not nice to talk about other ponies' features."

Screwball glanced over at Apple Blossom and tried to copy her pose by sitting upright and folding her hooves on her desk. She could not get in trouble on the first day of school. Mom would get upset.

She flinched as she felt a prick on the back of her neck. She glanced around and shrugged it off, assuming it to be a fly. Then she felt it again. It did not hurt really, but she found it quite annoying. Then something hopped onto her desk: a rubber band. She looked at the golden colt out of the corner of her eye. He and his friend were snickering with pleasure.

She thought of what her father had said numerous times that morning: If any pony makes fun of you, show them who's Boss. She did not want to disappoint her mother, but these colts needed to be taught a lesson. She had to be subtle in her revenge, for Cheerilee knew about her powers.

Screwball glanced at the rubber band that had missed and remembered Aunt Pinkie showing her something called a Cat's Cradle. She smiled deviously as she made a rubber band appear between Gold Digger's legs and copied the trick. When she was successful, she tried it on the other colt.

Then the bell rang for recess and the two boys tripped out of their seats.

"What the…?" Gold Digger uttered, looking at his tied legs.

Two Pegasi, thunder crack and lightning bolt, gawked at the sight and gave Screwball a questioning glance. She nodded with a devilish grin.

"Nice," Lightning muttered, giving her a hoof bump.

"Let's get out of here before the teacher notices," Thunder whispered.

The fillies agreed and rushed toward the playground. For the first five minutes of recess, Screwball and Dinky spun a rope while the twins competed over who could jump the longest

"Nine, ten…" Dinky counted. "Uh…what comes after ten?

"Eleven," Screwball continued. "Twelve, thirteen…hey, guys! Watch this!"

She let go of the rope, but it kept spinning as if some pony was still holding that end. Dinky gasped and released her end as well.

"Awesome!" the twins exclaimed.

"We have the coolest friend ever!" Lightning declared.

"And the sneakiest!" Thunder added.

"are you guys Rainbow Dash's kids?"

"aw, we wish! We met at flight camp one day, and we been friends eva since! Practically twins, like the Cinnamons."

"Who wants to play kickball?"

The twins stopped jumping, entangling themselves in the rope.

"I do, I do!" Dinky hopped excitedly

The three laughed at their friend's enthusiasm and followed her to join the other students as they gathered round. Screwball's smile faded when she saw that Gold Digger was the one who had made the announcement. His blue eyes met hers and they gave each other a mutual glare.

"Sorry," he said. "This game is for ponies only!"

"But I am a pony," Screwball insisted.

"No, you're not. You're a Discord. My big sister Diamond Tiara told me so! You saw that big monster?" Gold Digger asked the foals. "That's her daddy!"

"My big sis said your daddy took over Equestria! Three times! He's the baddest of bad guys! He's evil!" Silver platter announced.

Screwball had no idea what he was talking about, but she stomped her hoof in anger. "Daddy's not evil!"

"He is evil! That means you're evil too! Look at her eyes!"

"Hey!" the twins cried, standing in front of their friend.

"Leave her alone!" Thunder crack cried.

"What's wrong with you?" Lightning demanded.

"What's wrong with me?" Gold Digger repeated. "What's wrong with her? She's got funny eyes! Like her dopey friend over there!"

Screwball gasped and glanced at Dinky, who was on the verge of tears. Picking on her was one thing, but no pony made fun of Dinky! No pony! She might look different, but she was not a dope!

Gold Digger made Screwball so mad she just wished the sky would come crashing down on him! The students looked up as a dark shadow covered them and screamed when they saw a piano hurdling directly towards Gold Digger. They all scattered out of the way. Screwball managed to grab Dinky before the instrument hit the ground, smashing into piece

As soon as she heard the crash, Cheerilee rushed out and gasped at the sight of the broken piano. How had that gotten into the schoolyard? She looked towards Screwball, who had a horrified guilty look on her face. She shook violently with her mouth agape.

Fluttershy knew something was up when her daughter did not come out of the building immediately. Dinky then explained that Cheerilee had kept Screwball after class. Expecting the worst, Fluttershy entered the classroom. Cheerilee was sitting expectedly at her desk, and Screwball on a stool in the corner. As soon as she saw her mother, she faced the wall in shame.

"I appreciate you coming here, Fluttershy," the teacher said softly, yet bluntly.

"What's going on?" the pegasus inquired.

"Have a seat, Fluttershy."

Fluttershy pulled up a chair and sat across from Cheerilee.

"It appears that there was a little…accident today."

The pegasus glanced over at Screwball. "What happened?"

"Well…how do I put this? A piano dropped from the sky."

Fluttershy's eyes widened in shock. "A piano?!"

"Yes. I checked, and there was no moving cart in the sky at the moment."

"You think…Screwball?"

Cheerilee looked to the filly in the corner. "Well, Screwball?"

She turned her head slowly, wincing at the expression on their faces.

"I didn't mean to!" she insisted. "They were making fun of me and Dinky! I didn't want it to happen! They made me so mad!"

"Honey, you promised you would behave!" Fluttershy shouted, almost too loudly.

"They called Daddy evil!"

Her mother's angry expression changed into one of fear. She then faced the teacher again.

"I assure you it won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't," Cheerilee said, solemn. "I understand that it's hard to keep it in check, and I can give you some resources to help with the situation."

The filly slid off the stool and smiled nervously up at her mother. The tragic glare she received in return caused her to hang her head. The room was suddenly all too tall, all too cold and empty, nowhere there was a sight of life.

"We're going to talk with your father about this."

"Would serve the brat right for picking on my daughter!"

They were sitting at the dinner table. Fluttershy had just explained the events at school.

"I also tied his hooves into a Cat's Cradle," Screwball admitted, picking at her peas.

Her father guffawed. "You did?! What'd you use? A string or rubber band?"

"Rubber band. He threw rubber bands at me first."

"Giving him a taste of his own medicine, huh?" He clapped his hands. "Genius! Pure genius, that's what it is!"

"He said you were evil," Screwball stated.

They both turned to her with wide eyes.

...

"Who told you that?" Discord demanded, quiet, as if afraid to rouse awake some deep feeling locked away in a bitter sharp tower with a moat of red roses.

"Gold Digger," she replied. "He said you were evil, and that I was evil too. That I wasn't a pony like they are."

"Sweetheart," her mother said, stroking her mane tenderly. "You're not evil and neither is your father."

Screwball looked her father in the eyes. "He said you took over Equestria."

Discord shrank guiltily into his seat. "Um…yes. I took over Equestria once…or twice, but that was a long time ago."

"You see, honey," Fluttershy explained, "your father was…evil, long before we met."

"Seems like a thousand years ago," the draconequus reminisced. "Actually, it was. I was ostracized because of my appearance and well…you could say I went crazy…like you did today with the piano. The princesses punished me by turning me to stone for a thousand years. When I was released…I met your mother. We didn't start on the friendliest of terms. She was one of the bearers of the Elements of Harmony, the only things that could defeat me. Of course, now just a look from your beautiful mother can do that..." He winked at her and she couldn't help but smile as she rolled her eyes.

"I came up with a plan to dispose of the Elements of Harmony, but that didn't work out, so I tried something else. You see, I…"

He did not want to go into detail of what had happened. He did not want his daughter to think him a monster. Thankfully, Fluttershy summed it up gently.

"He said he would leave Equestria be in exchange for a willing bride."

He sighed in relief. "Yes, I…had grown rather lonely over the years and…your mother was the one who accepted the deal."

Screwball's eyes widened. "You were forced to marry Daddy?"

Fluttershy hesitated. "No princess. I only married him when we fell in love."

"your mother brought out the good in me because she gave me a chance," Discord finished, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Your mother is an amazing mare. Remember that. She was the only one who had truly accepted me back then. I then realized that I could not have Equestria and her at the same time, and I could not live without her, so…"

She took his paw. "We got married."

He grinned and kissed her lightly on the lips, making Screwball gag. "Yes, we did. That's what matters, letting ponies give you a chance."

"So never you mind what Gold Digger said."

"But he made fun of Dinky too!" Screwball reminded them.

"And that was wrong of him, but if that piano had hit him, would that have made you any better?"

She hung her head. "No."

"Good."

"So…Daddy's not the baddest of bad guys?"

Discord chuckled. "No. Well, once upon a time…" He trailed off as Fluttershy poked him in the ribs. "I mean no! I found something better than chaos."

He smiled at his wife and she returned his smile.

"Remember this, honey," Fluttershy said. "When it comes to love, appearances are insignificant."

"Indeed," Discord agreed. "It's the most powerful form of chaos there is!"

A deep brewing pain seared through Discords's heart. His consciousness seemed outside himself as the girls talked themselves okay again. He couldn't ignore the ringing in his ears as the world became insignificant to him.

Justice and freedom are mutually exclusive.

#the title is a spongebob reference and taxi Grandé is a weird al ref #this one was really hard to write for me. hit too close to home #mlp fim #fluttercord #fluttershy #my little pony #discord #applejack #rainbow dash #pinkie pie #daughter of discord rewritten #my little pony friendship is magic #fanfiction #screwball mlp #fankid #lmao i accidentally wrote taxi instead of taco

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ambeauty · 1 year

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This International’s Womens Day We’re Celebrating Kory Anders

Happy International Women's Day to the MOTHER of all mothers: Kory Anders/Koriand’r

Titans!Kory is everything: she’s strong, she’s sweet, she’s funny, she’s smart, she’s sexy! I could go on and on….

All over socials you may hear the use of mother, but that term actually comes from the Black LGBT+ community use of House Mother,and in this case, I consider Kory the mother of the House of Titans. 🤣 she’s inspiring, uplifting, and a mentor, not only to the younger titans she’s decided to create a family with, but to all of us and if anyone is deserving of the Mother title it is Kory!

And she’s the mother of the team in SO many ways. Not just a caretaker or there for looks, or to uplift the story of a man, but a well rounded MOTHER

She’s dick’s equal and they compliment each other in so many ways. she provides the empathy, emotional support system, and encouragement that the younger titans need which compliments Dick’s more rigid, tactical, technical leadership style. She rounds out the team in the most important ways by just being herself: showing up when she says she’s going to, fighting for what she believes in, and choosing to see the best in everyone, particularly those on the team *cough*dicholas*cough*

So let's take a look at some of kory's most mother moments shall we?

child #1: rachel roth

Kory immediately protects rachel without knowing much about her. She teams up with a Dick (he’s pretty so I don’t blame her) to keep her safe aka accidentially adopting the same child! she also shows rachel she can be kind and a badass when necessary.

child #2: gar logan

Kory is always looking out for gar and giving him the perfect advice when he needs to hear it! “Don’t ever be ashamed of defending yourself.” She's empathetic and apologetic when she notices his mood change or when she makes a mistake. They always have each other’s back.

child #3: conner kent

Kory literally revived Conner, trains him, and keeps him in check when he gets out of line! She looks out for his well being and making sure he never feels bad for being different. The way he approached blackfire in s3, describing how the titans were like family? You can bet that came from Kory Anders.

child #4: the little princess angel mar'i grayson

Kory is a beautiful and attentive mommy! She also lets mar’i’s daddy steal her as much as he wants because she knows how important mar'i is/was in bringing her and dick together 🥹 (brenton let anna hold the baby damnit!!)

We celebrate Koriand’r’s mother status not just today but every day!

LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS SHOUT OUT TO MY Kory Co-Captain @escapism-through-imagination 💜💙

Happy International Women’s Day Besties!

#kory anders #Kory is a Mother!#TO MANY #Koriand’r #titans #international Womens day #happy women's day #dc titans

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baby--b4t · 2 months

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Pet/AgeRe Bot Batch !! ( *>∀<)ゞ*° +

Cyno caregiver ;; https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=tF70FUDOBXG3CLQZKRk8gfKmGn8G1UsBNWuHFezOloo

《 SFW /r | Pet/AgeRe | Fem Autistic User | Aquarium date 》

『 Cyno and you decided that a nice date idea would be to spend a day at the aquarium. It was relatively quiet and you had an interest with sea life. You guys paid for your tickets to get in and started exploring. There were so many species to look at, Cyno coming up with a headache of a joke for nearly every one.

You started to feel a bit light and fuzzy as you guys explored. Your mind was so happy and overwhelmed with being there that you realized you were regressing, and Cyno noticed. He grabbed your hand gently and held it in his own.

"Woah there, slow down, beetle. Cant have you running off and getting lost now can I?" Cyno said softly, smiling at you. "Show me where you want to head next." 』

Dottore caregiver ;; https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=1JVuGOdlNS8YZATHC7n3uGYnWBwBTvBGmze5XyBjnVA

《 SFW /p | Pet/AgeRe | A childish experiment 》

『 Dottore wasnt working on anything too attention taking when he heard footsteps shuffling to his door. It really was just a bit of paperwork, detailing reactions from his most recent experiment. You had been feeling younger and fuzzier mentally and werent sure why. Seeking out Dottore is the only thing you thought to do.

"Im busy." Dottore muttered as he heard the door open, then looked to see who it was. "... Im not terribly busy. What do you need from me?" He turned his head back to the paperwork he had in front of him on his desk. You explained what you were feeling, explaining it all with a childish tone and speech. Dottore found this quite amusing, hearing you explain you felt like a child rather than an adult.

"Perhaps youve hit your head, like the clutz you are." Dottore chuckled, standing up and approaching you. He checked you over, seeing if there was any external injury before thinking further. "Perhaps we should indulge in this new feeling, hm?". You were led over to his desk chair, being sat down as Dottore rummaged through a box. He pulled out a bottle, pacifier, and a couple toys, presenting them all to you.

"I have left over objects from some... Younger.. Subjects that were here with me. How do these objects make you feel?" Dottore asked, watching you closely. 』

Kaveh caregiver ;; https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=SeCc77fYw9X9XZCnalc7FyeL7kjucdGnbdolsfiKUyQ

《 SFW /p | PetRe | Lion Hybrid User | Noise sensitive 》

『 You were a lion hybrid that Kaveh had adopted, seeing how injured and unkempt you were. The company taking care of you werent exactly the best at that. As Kaveh began to show you how to shower, eat, and feel comfortable in your new home, he learned that you were quite sensitive. He could relate and sympathize with you.

You two had been living together for a while now, you being close and trusting with Kaveh now. Kaveh was laying on the couch with you, running his hand through your fluffy hair and scratching behind your ears. Today was a lazy day. Well, it was supposed to be a lazy day.

A loud crashing sound was heard from outside, causing both Kaveh and you to jump. Kaveh felt you begin to tremble and gently shushed you.

"Hey, hey.. Its alright. Let me go see what it is." Kaveh gently moved you off of himself so he could go see what the noise was. He peered out of a window to see what seemed to be some construction going on. The bundle of wood laying off to the side of the road seemed to be the cause of the noise. "Of course today is the day that start that.." 』

Razor caregiver ;; https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=NTMVOPo7IJggmshIDFcSDaRMU8bD667y_x6OyTHyj98

《 SFW /p | Pet/AgeRe | "Why cry? Need hug?" 》

『 Razor had never really been good with reading emotions or understanding the more complex ones. Yet, he loved taking care of you whenever you were regressed. He made playtime fun and took you to the library with Lisa when you seemed tired. He would bring you all sorts of snacks he found in the wild as well.

However, the one thing he wasnt able to really do for you was comfort you. You cried often and over small things as well. He always felt sad that he never knew what to do for you. This was another one of those times. You had stumbled a little bit and scraped your hands and knees a little bit. Razor immediately came over to you and seemed very conecerned.

"Hey, hey, why cry?" Razor asked as he crouched next to you. He then saw your scrapes and looked over them for a moment. "Ah, I see. Need hug? We go to the river and wash them, then they all better!" He asked, trying to cheer you up. Your scrapes werent bleeding very much, so washing them in the river would probably be all you needed to do. 』

Thomas Merrick caregiver ;; https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=HSqg65xsUHwdDtOnwiGkMuIV19Kp05SxxQJAcm-EXzM

《 SFW /p | Pet/AgeRe | Late night snacks 》

『 It was 1am, so why did Merrick hear someone moving around in the kitchen area? Everyone should be sleeping, but apparently he and someone else were not. The man finally sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed, deciding to investigate the noise.

Merrick opened his door and looked out towards the kitchen area. There he saw you, looking through the cabinets for something to eat. He also saw you had some sort of chewable toy in your mouth.

"{{user}}? Why are you up and going through the kitchen? And.. Whats that in your mouth?" Merrick asked as he started walking closer to you, leaning on one of the counters. Thats when it started to click in his half awake mind. He softened his expression a bit. "Ah, this is that regression stuff I heard about, yeah?" 』

Tighnari caregiver ;; https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=DLSZUOxef8hQquyLUuQZM-w24SIyo0Y3NgNg67lwkK8

《 SFW /p | Pet/AgeRe | Autistic Non-Verbal/Semi-Verbal User | Meltdown comfort 》

『 Today had stressed you out big time. You woke up late, then found out the work you had to do today was more than you had been told, and then you had bumped into a group of angry boars that tried to attack you. It was safe to say you broke down once you got back home.

Tighnari always got back before you and tended to tidy up a little bit before you got back, but he stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard the door slam shut. He rushed to you, see you crouched down on the floor and already getting ready to cry.

"Hey, hey, hey. Deep breaths, {{user}}, deep breaths." Tighnari said, gently grabbing one of your hands and putting it on his chest. He tried to lead you through some deep breaths before he helped you over to a small chart with some common words you used on it. You and Tighnari had made it so you could communicate better. "Can you show me what has you upset? Or maybe what I can do to help you?" 』

Wriothesley caregiver ;; https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=qu1uXE_4OXa9bHbh73tOSTPdRzU0x1FPQx9BMLseYpk

《 SFW /p | Pet/AgeRe | Time out 》

『 Wriothesley had been trying to get you to calm down for a little bit at this point. You were throwing a fit because he wasnt letting you have any cookies after you had lunch. He had hidden them from you so you wouldnt dig into them while he was trying to work. Your tantrum had gone too far when you had threw a stuffed animal at him. He tried to keep his cool, picking you up and sitting you in the corner where you had a play-pen kind of set up. He set you down inside of the makeshift play-pen and sighed.

"You are being naughty right now and I dont exactly appriciate that." Wriothesley said sternly, yet he didnt raise his voice. "Youre going to sit here in time out until you can calm down, okay? Not throwing stuff, no yelling at me for cookies, and no whining because you cant have cookies. Ill come back in a few minutes to see if youve calmed down."

Wriothesley walked back over to his desk and sat down, trying to ignore your crying. He really didnt like to punish you with time out, but sometimes you needed some time to cool off so he could talk to you. 』

Feel free to ask any question, comments, or concerns !!

(ﾉ>ω<)ﾉ

#bats-bots #sfw interaction only #agere sfw #sfw agere #sfw petre #petre sfw #call of duty agere #cod agere #genshin agere

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silversnake888 · 2 years

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The Self-Identity of Every 1st house Placement

Planets in the 1st house can seem deeply woven into your self-identity as if it is unconscious. It is your automatic reaction when meeting new people, and putting yourself out into the world. It is the house of self-identity, but the house of self-discovery too. You will face the complicated world with these energies, but any planet within your 1st house can change its energy from immaturity to maturity. Howard Sasportas says, "...the sign on the Ascendant colors our view of existence. If we have red glasses, the world looks red and we will act accordingly." So, the planets in this house will color the outlook of your life too.

Sun is an intertwining planet with the Ascendant. Howard Sasportas says, "The Ascendant may be the way we hatch but what we grow into is the Sun sign. In other words, the Ascendant is the path leading to the Sun." So, your sun sign inside this house means you greatly identify with your outward projection. Of course, chart systems can make you a Virgo sun with a Libra Rising but how you identify yourself is still heavily based on a mix of Virgo and Libra. The sun can never go retrograde, so it shines quite bright here. The only problem is identifying with the other parts of your chart like your 12th house. You may feel absolutely separated from the ruling sign of your 12th house (and any planets in this house) because you are so focused on your outward image. You love self-discovery, but the self-discovery that pertains to the image you project to others. You want to shine brightly before others. Unless you have Chiron, Pluto, Moon, or Saturn in this house you may find yourself identifying with the hidden parts of yourself (the identity that separates you from your outer image like the 4th house) much later in life.

Moon in the 1st house makes you understand how your self-identity is fickle. It is changing with the moon cycles it seems, but I describe this planet as swaying with the waves in the sea. It may get crazy, but you normally keep a tight grip on making sure you try to project the best image you can. Simply, your outward projection will change how you feel and the people around you. If you feel like you can be yourself, then you will act the way you desire to be seen the most. You will project a slightly false image when uncomfortable, but this still is the image you want to project. You just may feel disconnected from that self-projection when you aren't feeling comfortable, confident, etc. I can imagine this placement making people feel like posers and fake when meeting new people, but you will adopt the persona that protects you first.

Mercury gives you the ability to relate to how you talk, communicate over text or any other form than literally talking, and your intellect. How you use your Mercurial skills and talents is how you identify, and you place heavy emphasis on improving this aspect of yourself. You may approach people using your intelligence first because that is what you identify with. This placement makes you enjoy deep-diving into deep topics, and having deep conversations with others feels gratifying for you. This planet will morph differently based on the sign plus close aspects. Any tight orbs like 3 degrees will greatly modify how you interact with the world. If you have a lot of air interacting with this planet then you will act accordingly to Mercury's energy, but if it's fire then you may be very impulsive with your speech and actions.

Venus is a beneficial planet because it gives you great outer beauty, but the focus is on all beauty too. Venus is not shallow by any means. This planet appreciates all beauty and wants it to flourish. So, your sense of beauty will flourish throughout your life. Simply, we as humans can be the shallow ones. You may feel deeply connected to putting on clothes and/or accessories as a young child to make yourself feel good, but you may not show this side of yourself until you feel comfortable (aspects and other planets will affect how willingly you are to beautify yourself when young). However, your life will be intertwined with your sense of beauty and how to fulfill it. You may go through many phases trying to find the way you feel most beautiful, and these phases may never stop too. You are sensual, caring, and appreciative of all the fine things in life.

Mars feels at home here due to this being the house of Aries. However, the pure Martian energy is intense. You are assertive and independent. You relate to chasing after what you want whenever you want and don't listen to many. You might not enjoy unsolicited advice or comments when you didn't ask. Unless badly aspected you may be sexually active and have intense sexual desires too. Looking sexy may be a huge part of your confidence. You see the world through a lens of possibilities and excitingly jump head-first into life. You are so intensely interested in the self-discovery of who you are too. You may enjoy refining yourself physically, or how you meet new people. Your identity is a constant thing that you continue to discover and refine with joy.

Jupiter might be the one planet that consistently shows up in your appearance in this house. It rules the calves/thighs, and you may be quite athletic. However, Jupiter expands everything it touches so conjuncting planets will be affected too. You probably enjoy food and any pleasures similarly to the Venus in 1st house native. You may love adventure, and exploring places and/or higher knowledge. The thirst for new experiences is strong in this placement. No matter what you will approach the world with optimism.

Saturn gives a heaviness to the pursuit of self-discovery, because you may be bogged down by the sign of your Saturn. If your Saturn is in Aries for example, then you will have issues with impulsiveness and anger as a very young child. However, the benefit to Saturn is the obstacles and barriers are met immediately (no matter the house). You can work on it steadily as a young child until adulthood, and get a good grasp on how to deal with your shortcomings and how to cope with them. Saturn gives the 1st house native a seriousness to how they approach the world, and they are quite cautious. You put forth a polished version of yourself, and you desire to control heavily how you're perceived. Since Saturn is your inherent flaw, then you will do everything you can to mitigate your flaw in first impressions.

Uranus is a planet of chaos, but necessary chaos (like Pluto). Pluto rips everything away to make room for new and better things, but Uranus just throws everything around and expects you to deal with it. So, you might feel quite awkward with your outer projection. You may not relate to it easily, because you may act totally different than how look on the outside. However, as you reach independence as an adult you may use your physical appearance as experimentation. Piercing, tattoos, and bright hair colors might entice you as an adult, and even if you don't like those things you will want to try them out at least once. Your physical appearance is a great way to figure out who you are, and you'll find the people you surround yourself with may change your outlook on life. Despite Uranus being a rebellious planet you may not relate to that rebellion as a young child. You may desperately fit in because Uranus energy isn't often revered in many societies. I suggest trying to be authentic as possible when you feel safe and comfortable doing so.

Neptune gives you an elusiveness to your appearance and demeanor. Like Uranus and Saturn, you may feel confused about how to project the real you. It seems so hard to grasp because you recognize how utterly complex you are. That's why I think in general Neptune energy isn't celebrated because we instinctively categorize people. This is not the only way the world must act, but we do. So, recognizing you are a complex being with multiple hobbies, capabilities, and interests will help your self-identity. It's okay to dress like a different person every day because it might help you discover yourself even better. You are a creative and imaginative person, so you enjoy letting that part of you shine when meeting new people.

Pluto is an interesting placement due to its ties to the birth-death-rebirth cycle. Now, this is touching the house of your self-identity. Your rising (especially the sign ruling it) can heavily influence your physical appearance, but your self-identity is the biggest thing constantly transforming. Similar to the moon you may find it is hard to explain who you are. After huge milestones, and particularly trauma, your self-identity is thrown into a whirlwind. Who you are is a huge question for you, and you keep getting mixed signals with every revelation. You tend to be a loner, and seek independence. You are self-sufficient but may feel the 'weight of the world' on your shoulders. If you're in the Sagittarius Pluto generation then the thirst for experiences can be intense. It may feel hypnotic in how much you want new experiences, or if badly aspected you may fear the outside world. You may feel like it's hard to be vulnerable with people because you feel like you are too intense to handle. When you get used to your ever-changing identity and embrace the chaos you will find how liberating Pluto is. My Masterpost

Feel free to reply/reblog saying if you agree/disagree with my observations. Similarly, my inbox is always open for you to send your birth chart in for my Q&A birth chart analyses! Check my pinned post to see how to do that. :)

Source: The Twelve Houses: Exploring the Houses of the Horoscope by Howard Sasportas.

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peach-the-owl · 1 year

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✨Gilmore and Child✨

You know what I mean, we both do Luv

Indeed we do Luv, indeed we do

March is finally upon us! And so starts the beginning of NPC Month! LET’S GOOOOOO!

Nothing More Valuable

Gilmore & Child!Reader

Set some time after Wild Surge

It’s almost hard for you to believe that just a few months ago you were actually adopted, and not by just any random person either, but one of the best shop owners in existence, a one Shaun Gilmore. Some mornings you’d wake up half expecting it all to have been a dream and are always thankful to realize it wasn’t. Today proved a little different when you wake up feeling a little stuffy in the head, part of you wanting to just roll over and go back to bed, and you almost would it not for the knocking at your door.

“(Y/n), you awake? Or shall I come back later.” You hear Gilmore on the other side of the door. You stretch and sniffle as you climb out of bed and open the door for him, being greeted by his smiling face. “Ahh, there you are. Ready for the day as much as I am?”

“Almost,” you say with a small yawn, “just need to get dressed and clean up a little.” You return the smile and he nods.

“Then I’ll leave you to it. But do be quick, I have a special task for you today.” Gilmore says as he closes the door. Hearing you had a special task perks you up a bit, though your head still feels stuffy you choose to ignore that as you hurry to get ready for the day and rush out of your room.

“I’m done!” You announce with a proud smile.

“Ah, glorious!” Gilmore beams back walking over to you. “Now, are you ready for that special task?” You nod eagerly, stopping when there’s a minor dizzy feeling rattling around your head, note to self don’t be too eager. Gilmore chuckles and hands you a slip of paper alongside a bag of gold. “I’ll be holding a special sale soon and I’d like for you to grab the items on the list for me while I prepare the finer details at the shop.”

“You mean I get to go to around the market all by myself!?” You look to him excitedly.

“I do, you’ve learned the layout enough and I’m confident in your abilities.” He reassures, finding your excited bouncing amusing.

“I won’t let you down.” You salute him, as if you were a solider assigned a serious mission, before heading out the door. Gilmore let’s out another amused hum, a much softer and fond smile on his face as he watches you disappear into the growing morning crowd before heading to the shop. You’ll be fine, he figures, you’ve done trips like this all the time with either him or one of his trusted employees, yet even with that thought in mind it didn’t shake an uneasy pit to form in his gut…

It was growing closer to midday and that small pit Gilmore had sank into a deep worry, you should’ve arrived by now. He tries shaking off any worse case scenarios, reasoning that the market can still be just a bit confusing for someone still so young or perhaps you’d run into someone you knew and struck a conversation with them, maybe both. Yes, that had to be it, Gilmore was an outgoing person and it’s no secret that you had come out of your shell a lot more since he took you under his wing. Yet as the day progressed, evening starting to approach and still no sign of you, that worry was now slowly slipping into a fear that something was wrong.

“Sherri, I’m going out.” Gilmore says in an oddly firm voice, Sherri nods to him in understanding, truth is she too was starting to worry about your well being but kept it to herself so she’d remain professional in front of the costumers. With Gilmore’s concern growing by the second he barely registers the new arrivals at his shop, the questions they ask unheard as he casually brushes them off and heads for the door. It’s only when a hand is placed on his shoulder and a familiar voice makes him pause.

“Gilmore? Is everything alright? You’re never one to just walk away like that.” Gilmore looks to the rouge, Vax’s face showing concern for his friend.

“I… you you wouldn’t happen to have seen (y/n) on your way here, have you?” Gilmore asks with slight hope.

“I’m afraid not, why? Is something wrong?”

“I sent them out to pick up a few item for me, I haven’t seen them since.” The worry was evident in his voice, gaining the attention of the rest of Vox Machina. “I’m sorry, I don’t have the time to stay any longer.” With that he turns for the door again.

“We’ll search with you.” Vax quickly adds making Gilmore glance over his shoulder at him. “We know how much (y/n) means to you, and I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say we’d all like to see them return safe and sound, right?” He looks to his group getting a nod from everyone, some more enthusiastic then others.

Gilmore, now with the help of Vox Machina head to the market and spread out to start their search for you, asking around to see if anyone knows anything of your whereabouts. This, to Gilmore’s dismay, came mostly unsuccessful and now was when worst case scenario was starting to bleed into his thoughts. Where could you be? Did someone take you? Were you hurt? What if- His thoughts come to a screeching halt as he turned to look down a small alleyway, the very familiar figure laying on the ground, laying in a small puddle of their own blood nearly making his heart stop. Gilmore rushes to you, checking your pulse and breathing a slight sigh of relief when he finds you still have one, now he carefully lifts your unconscious form in his arms and leaves the alleyway, spotting Pike not too far away and calling for her.

“Please, help them.” Gilmore near begs, Pike wasting no time in healing you. When she steps away you’re still out cold but at least you were stable, Gilmore sighing in relief. “As always your devine magic is well appreciated.” He thanks.

“Oh, it was nothing.” Pike smiles. “You should take them home to rest, I’ll tell the others you found them.”

“Wonderful, and as thank you for the help I’ll allow you all a fifteen…” He pauses a second to look at your sleeping figure. “Ahh, what the heck, you each can take one item free of charge.”

“Whoa! Wait, really?!” Pike stares shocked, Gilmore nods with no hesitation.

“Generous, I know but… no item could be more valuable then them.” He smooths some of your hair back, a caring look in his eyes as your body shifts a little to rest more comfortably in his arms. With that Gilmore heads home, Pike giving a quick wave before using her earring to update the others.

When you finally open your eyes it’s dark outside, stars could be seen through the window. What happened? You remember going to the market and then sneezing… oh right. Your realization turns to a groan when your head starts throbbing, the stuffy nose doesn’t help either. The door opens softly and Gilmore steps into the room, surprise crosses his features when he sees you sitting up in bed, he walks over and kneels down at the bedside.

“Hi, how are you feeling?” As much as he wanted to smother you in a hug knowing you were safe and well, he refrained, not wanting to accidentally hurt you himself.

“I feel icky, dizzy and my head hurts.” You huff a little. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get what you needed.” You quickly add but Gilmore hushes you.

“There’s no need for apologies. I’m just glad you’re alright. What happened? Did someone hurt you?” From soft and gentle to looking ready to smite someone in an instant, a rare sight to see from the shopkeeper.

“… no, it wasn’t like that.” You say just above a whisper, you cheeks reddening from feeling a little embarrassed, Gilmore’s quick to notice.

“It’s alright. Tell me what happened.”

“Ummm, well, I was in the market and looking for where to pick up the stuff you wanted when a-Ah-AHCOOO!!” Before you could stop yourself you sneeze, a surge of magic activating and sending a few items tumbling to the floor. “Th-that happened, but a lot stronger and I blacked out… I think I’m sick.” You finish sheepishly. It’s quiet for a moment before he lets out a soft chuckle.

“Well, I’m just glad no one tried targeting you personally. Now you rest up, I’ll fix something up for you when you wake again.” He encourages, you lean forwards and give him as best a hug as you can.

“Thank you.” You mumble into his shoulder.

“For what?” He hums curiously, retuning the hug.

“For caring for me. You’re the best papa ever!” Gilmore’s touched by your words, a content smile on his face as he places a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“Well… thank you for allowing me to do so. You’re the most valuable thing to ever enter my life.” He replies sincerely, you beam at him before letting out a yawn, Gilmore tucks you into bed and quietly exits the room as you finally laying down for some well needed rest.

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