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Febuwhump Day 18
@nancyheart11 you asked me for a Twilight Whump for this one, so I did my best! He wasn't talking, but it's a little tastier with the spice of another perspective >:)
I hope you enjoy!
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Summary: They talked about wandering off alone, but that doesn't exactly stop certain people (AKA Twilight) from not doing it again. Maybe Warriors is taking it too personally, but Mask's pup is giving him a headache. He just wants all his little brothers safe in one place, is that too much to ask?
(Note: I have not proof written this. My apologies, but half my keys aren't working, so typos are probably there.)
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They do not run off alone, they just don’t! It’s not so much a rule as something that everyone understands, so why in Hylia’s name is it still so hard for the others to actually do? Warriors resists the urge to hiss at himself; he is not Mask or Wild, he is not a feral little creature that can’t use his words, but by Hylia’s Wings does he wish he could get away with it sometimes!
They’d talked about this! Not at length, and yes, his opinions had been very quickly dismissed in favor of discussing the ability of their enemy to shapeshift, but he’d expressed his disapproval with running off alone in the middle of a battle!
But who really listens to him anyway?
No, the captain stops in his tracks for a moment to shake off that thought, that’s not fair. Most of the other heroes listen. For Wind it’s second nature, and Time too, most days, listens without thinking about it. Even as an adult, the other respects his experience in leadership and knowledge of fighting and working with others. Four, even for his faults when it comes to actually working with and not simply around other people, still hears him out when he speaks. Sky and Hyrule both respect him for his title of knight and the work he’d put in to earn it, and even Legend, who despises soldiers, will respect his decisions and follow the plans he’s set. Yes, there's some disconnect, which is to be expected when working with a new team of people that aren’t accustomed to each other just yet, but they’re trying. Most of them are trying.
Twilight and Wild are their own story.
The captain’s teeth saw against each other as he ducks through the underbrush, following the faint trail left by big paws and the even bigger tracks of a moblin. How can a person be so determined to keep others in line and behaving, to keep others in the group safe and obeying the rules, and yet they themselves trod all over them?
Granted, he is also currently separate from the group, wandering off alone, but he’s not the only one and everyone else knows what he’s doing. He’s tracking Twilight while the rest collect themselves and make camp. Wild had offered to do it, but after the last time, he just can’t trust the kid to actually come back; Wild’s proved where his loyalties lie, and it’s with the rancher, not their group. When asked to make the choice, they all know what it would be.
He told the champion to stay.
He doesn't know if he’ll be listened to, since that’s also the other point of struggle here, but he’s done all he can. He’s a good tracker, used to picking up the slightest sign of enemy activity, and his reasoning of being their current medic and thus the best choice in the case Twilight had gotten injured in some way, seems to be reason enough for most of the rest. There’s offers of course, to have someone go with him as backup, but looking over the tired men and boys in camp, he turns them all down. They need the rest, and time to recover from their own injuries and exhaustion. As a soldier, he’s been trained to push his limits, his exhaustion, his pain, his physical abilities, and ignore all barriers until his assignment is completed. The others may be heroes, ones who’ve faced odds that soldiers could never imagine, but they’re not likely to have experienced that sort of pressure and he wouldn’t want them to.
They need their rest. He can get his once his duty is done.
Now if only Twilight wouldn’t make it so hard by having wandered off to Nayru knows where!
A hand drags through his hair, disrupting it, but it doesn’t matter. Yes, there’s a small voice that hisses to fix it, one that sounds a bit like Proxi, but these heroes care even less for how he looks on any given day than for what he says.
Still being unfair, Link. They aren’t all bad. They’re good kids.
Sure, they’d probably all take offence at being called kids but that’s what they are! The youngest are very young and even Time, their eldest, still looks to him through force of habit for guidance and aid. At most, he’d say the oldest most of them could be is twenty, early twenties for the rancher and skyloftian, but that’s still young enough to still be tripping over themselves in an effort to understand adulthood. They are, in his mind, still kids, and they’re mostly good ones, so he really can’t go lumping them all together as not giving a darn when they very much do. Not about his looks, thank Hylia, but about what he has to say? Most definitely.
Again, it’s just Time’s pups who don’t.
Goddesses, they take after their old man to an extreme level! It feels like just yesterday he was chasing down the little scamp, explaining the importance of comradery, of trust, of teamwork. Just yesterday, he was tilting brilliant blue eyes up to meet tired ones and asking, nearly begging, for the kid to please just give his way a chance.
He sort of doubts such methods will work on his kid’s much older pup though.
Twilight and Wild are similar in that they are stubborn, but they’re also much older than Mask had been, and neither is desperate for the stability the young boy had sought. They have Tie and each otehr, their own little bubble, separate from the rest of the heroes, and while both have an obvious respect for his skill, that’s about where their respect for him ends. They don’t look up to him, don’t admire him, don’t see him as anything more than another hero in their group, which is nice as far as not needing to babysit them goes. He’s glad that they don’t need him to keep an eye on them, that they’re stable enough mentally and in their perception of themselves that they don’t need someone else to support them, and if they do, they’ve already found that in each other. Still, having even the smallest of ways to get through to either of them would be nice.
He’d thought that experience with the army would help connect him with the champion, that maybe a bond with Time could be something he could connect with the rancher about, but so far, no dice.
His feet skid slightly on some leaves, bringing his attention back to the task at hand. Right, he needs to find Twilight. He can worry about driving home the idea of not running off alone when he’s sure the other is still alive. Granted, they didn’t see the black lizalfoes, or anything they think might have been another form of the beast, in this last battle, but it doesn’t take the most powerful of monsters to lay a hero low, especially if they don’t have anyone to watch their backs.
The paw prints change to boot prints with the same seamlessness as they’d become paws at the beginning of the trail, and blood, crimson not black, spatters on the ground in an arc that indicates a swinging blade right where the moblin’s feet shift into a spin to face its pursuer. The trail of blood falls to the left of the trail, which means it could be delt by the left-handed hero or by the opposing monster, but considering the sudden turn, his money is on the rancher being the injured party here.
By habit, his hand falls to his bag, assuring himself he’s got his med kit close at hand.
By the three, these boys could save themselves so much pain if they just covered each others’ asses! Next time they get to the ranch or any place where they can stop for a little, he’s asking Time to help him arrange a training session for these kids. Maybe with their unofficial leader’s support, he can even get the two pups in on the session. As is, he’s sure Wind and four will be willing, and Sky will most definitely be his most valuable asset in teaching them. Good grief, whatever the Knights Academy on Skyloft is teaching, they're doing a great job, because that boy melds seamlessly in with whomever is closest to him!
That may or may not be why he keeps close to the skyloftian, but who can blame him for wanting the assurance of having someone to watch his back when he’s so busy trying to keep an eye on all the others all the time?
Twilight could have used the same, and blood specks along the trail as he goes. The steps become distorted, shuffling over each other in what’s clearly a break from the chase to fight. Here though, seven or eight paces from the initial blood spatter, more footprints join the mix. A bokoblin- no, two of them. The rancher’s steps disappear for a short moment, but with some looking around he finds them again. A flip or a throw landed him behind his foe, but he’s pushed back, heels dragging as they shuffle backwards into the woods as the enemy presses forwards against him.
More tracks join the mix; an ambush.
He grits his teeth, pushing forwards, ignoring, for the most part, the trail of the monsters in favor of following boot prints that press heavily to the dirt at the heel and toe, running, now pursued rather than the pursuer. The rancher will have known to try and limit the area of approach from his foes by darting into the trees. At best, he’d have circled around to pick them off from behind, but the prints don’t indicate as much. The speed of the different monster types will change have changed the tides of the fight though, with the bokoblins moving faster, prints fading out entirely as they likely fell and faded to miasma, leaving behind a moblin trail that continues, joined by more of its kind. He’d estimate at least three, maybe five of the creatures.
Not great odds for one already injured rancher.
He picks up his own pace. There’s no sounds of battle ahead or anywhere close by, not that he can hear. Granted, cannon fire in the war has definitely damaged his hearing enough that he could just be missing it, but he chooses to believe that there’s nothing, if only in the hope that Twilight will somehow be headed back along the trail towards him already, instead of being even further out, still in the middle of a fight.
He doesn’t stumble across the rancher walking along the path though. No, he follows the fight, the footprints, trailing through the trees until there’s nowhere else to go. A wall of earth, steep enough to be a struggle to climb for anyone currently being chased, rises up and the footprints spin about to face those following after. He doesn’t keep track after that though, because the moment he sees fur and brass armor that catches the fading light, he knows his search is done.
“There you are, rancher.”
The urge to steal Time’s thunder and call the other man a pup- not with the affection of the now older man but with all the ire of its original connotation among his own people, is strong, but he resists. That would be considered out of line without context, and he doubts Twilight even knows the source of the nickname he so values from his mentor.
Knowing it means a young person who’s annoying but not yet unbearable, yet, would probably kill some of that magic.
So, he bites his tongue, keeps his impulses to himself, and moves to the side of the younger man, who’s currently slumped against a tree, breath strained but still there as dark eyes, a shade or so darker than Time’s own, flutter slightly with an effort to stay open.
“Cap’n?”
Darker or not, there’s definitely a lot of Time- of Mask, in the rancher’s face, and it makes staying mad with him a bit of a challenge when he’s looking so pathetic. “Got yourself in quite the situation, haven’t you,” he hums, kneeling at the younger’s side and taking his time with a once over. The rancher’s tunic has taken damage, but his concern is where crimson leaks from the tears, not where blades have slashed through only to be halted by chain mail. Yes, the bruising won’t be fun, but his concern is something he can fix, anything that Twilight will actually need help with.
There’s a wince from the other. “Not my intent.”
“Never is,” he unclips the bag from his belt, eyes falling on a nasty looking gash just below the cut off of the chainmail’s sleeves. There are some light scratches over browned features and an injury to the leg that leaks slowly into the earth below, but the rancher’s armor looks to have done its job well.
“The others?”
“Fine.” He keeps his attention on slipping the bracer from his brother’s arm, on unbuckling and sliding away the leather, the underlying glove, and then rolling up the sleeve to get at the injury he needs to treat. Wound care fills his mind, not answers, not talking. That can come once he’s assured that the other is alright. Much as the man drives him mad, he’s still Time’s kid, and still a fellow hero, still a brother, still someone who doesn’t deserve to suffer just because he’s particularly good at being stupid and reckless.
“Wild?”
“Fine.” He repeats, sucking in his cheeks as he sees the damage done without fabric blocking the way. Claws do so much more damage than blades, and the chances of infection are higher too. Not as much as with bites, but it’s still not preferrable.
“The kids?”
He huffs, turning to grab for his kit, looking for anything he might have to quickly clean the wound. “You’d know if you didn’t run away mid battle.”
Hurt crosses sloping features briefly, not for the prodding at the wound site, but from his sharp tongue. Regret stirs briefly at his heart, but like his ire, he pushes it down to keep his head clear and his mind focused on his work as their team’s current medic.
“Yer upset.”
The urge to tell the kid ‘no shit’ is very strong, but he bottles up that too. Instead, he keeps his eyes on the wound, on wiping it down and looking for anything that might have gotten into the cut.
Twilight’s ears flick back, not appreciating having his words ignored. If there’s one thing the rancher is accustomed to, it’s answers when he speaks. Wild always answers, Time too even if it’s not verbal, and the younger ones always respond to. Being met with silence, both verbally and in body language, must be new to him. “Did somethin’ happen?” And when he still doesn't answer, “Wars, what’s goin’ on?”
“They’re fine, now hush.” It’s a deep cut. Not as bad as the axe wound, but not light by any means either, and it will need stitches. He keeps his needles in a bottle, clean and ready for use, for this reason. Mask used to fuss that it was a waste of a good bottle, and the thought lightens his heart just slightly as he pulls it out and grabs the needed supplies to close the wound in the rancher’s arm.
“No, Wars-” there’s a straining from the body beneath his hands, but Twilight doesn’t successfully pull himself up, and his face flashes white for a moment before he slumps again. It seems the mighty rancher has spent all his strength in fighting alone, nothing left to use to so much as sit up by himself.
“Stay still,” he sighs, pushing down, entirely unnecessarily, against a shoulder. It’s for the sake of the man’s pride, he tells himself, to pretend to play along that twilight can get up on his own right now. “Let me work.”
Work and bottle up his frustrations enough that he can talk afterwards.
Twilight, however, has no such intentions of likewise staying silent. “Captain, what’s goin’ on?”
“I said stay still.”
“Are they hurt?” Blue eyes bleed worry, the same desperation his mentor used to let slip, sometimes still does when it’s his pup in trouble or hurt. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Why are you actin’ like this then?”
The urge to growl again rises, and again he shoves it down with pursed lips and clenched teeth, focusing his energy on starting the stitches and hoping the pain of them will be enough to distract the younger man from his line of questioning. It doesn’t work though.
“Wars?”
“Twilight,” his voice snaps without his allowing it, eyes flicking up to meet midnight blue, “I’m trying to focus. Stitches aren’t easy, believe it or not.”
They’re familiar and he’s done more stitches in his life through human flesh and zora scales than his baby sisters have in their needlework projects that Maither gives them. He won’t admit that though, not if it gives him an out from having to talk. Honestly, some days, he really misses having Proxi around to speak for him when he’s stressed. She was always much better at that sort of thing than he was.
Twilight falls quiet at his words though, but he still feels those eyes fixed on him, searching his face even as their gaze is broken with a flinch or a huff of pain as the needle pressed through flesh and pulls the two edges of the cut together. He has to stop a few times to dab away blood and clear the area for the next stitch, but he’s quick about his work. In and out, twisting the thread together to close the wound, moving on to the next stitch and watching as the flesh pulls together again over where blood leaks out.
He's done before he’s ready to talk again, but bandaging is something they’ve all done, and he can’t say that actually takes so much focus as to stop him talking, and Twilight knows it, already pressing again with the questions. “Wars-”
A scoff escapes, puffing hair out of his eyes to clear them, even though having it to hide behind would be much more preferable. “You really are Time’s pup, aren’tcha?”
A tick. “What does that mean?”
He ties off the ends of the linen wrap, tight enough to hold but not so much as to cut off circulation. “You’re a worrier and a fuss pot.”
Heavy brows crease in answer, but Twilight doesn’t actually have a foot to stand on when it comes to opposing his words. Instead, the rancher just stares at him, waiting until Warriors turns his attention to the injured leg, arm finished.
It’s only once he’s gotten a start on treating the cut there (this time from a blade) that the rancher’s voice rises again, guarded and wary. “You’re mad at me,”
He doesn’t answer.
Rather than guess why, Twilight pushes ahead. “I couldn’t let that moblin escape. We don’t know what’s out here, and letting it terrorize a village jist wouldn’t do. You know that, Wars.” When there’s no answer though, the country accent keeps rolling, pitching slightly, straining. “There was a whole ‘nother camp out here, one that might have attacked us in the night!” And then, when still no answer sounds from his lips, “You would have done the same.”
“I would not.” He clips, snipping his thread and briefly glancing over at wide eyes. “I would have attended to my men and then pursued the enemy when we, as a team, were capable of doing so Wandering off on my own is what nearly lost us the war. So, as a rule, I won’t be doing that again unless I absolutely must.”
That shuts the rancher up, recognition dawning in midnight eyes that falter and fall as he turns his attention back to tending wounds.
There’s no more pushing done by either party, and it’s quiet as he works save the hisses and hitches of the younger man’s breath in pain as stitches are laid and bandages wrapped. That done though, the quite is almost overwhelming, even to him, and he finds himself sighing at it, crouching before his pup’s pup and resisting, with a lot of effort, the urge to hook a finger under the other's chin and lift that gaze to meet his own, like he’d done with his own kid what feels like only yesterday. Instead, he keeps his hands to himself, but gentles his gaze all the same. It’s not that hard, not when faced with familiar features drawn up in a soft scowl that, were it Mask, he’d teasingly call a pout. “I’m not mad,” a disbelieving look meets his own at the words, but he pushes his tone a bit firmer with the next ones. “I’m frustrated, but we can work over that later, preferably after we’ve all had dinner and some rest. For now, we should head back to the others, before your cub starts thinking we’ve dropped off the face of the world or something.”
A furrow forms between dark brows, too sharp teeth, wolf teeth he muses to himself, gnawing at the other's cheek lining. It’s a bad habit, and he’s sure the man knows it, but he doesn’t correct it. That’s not his place.
He can guess what’s troubling Twilight though. “Can you stand?”
A huff, a little smile that’s flustered enough he can guess the answer. “Not really.”
He knew it. He doesn’t hold it against the other though, instead, shifting to kneeling at the man’s side, shuffling about as he must before giving a waring of his intent. “I’ll carry you then.”
Alarm flashes clear as day over the rancher’s face. “Cap, I don’t-”
“I’m stronger than I look,” he assures, although it doesn’t seem to do any good. No doubt, twilight’s staring at his slighter frame and remembering his own bulk, but honestly, he’d served for years in the army. If he couldn’t haul an injured soldier any distance, he wouldn’t be worth the rupees he earns.
Getting Twilight up on his back with no help from the weakened rancher or anyone else is a bit of a mess, and there’s some slipping and struggle which the rancher no doubt sees as proof that this is no good, but despite protests, he keeps at it until the other is slung over his back. Twilight is heavy, much more so than the other boys would be, but it’s not his first time hauling an Ordonian to safety, and the bulk of his brother just means he moves a bit slower than he would otherwise.
Twilight’s grip around his neck is weaker than is ideal, but in the long run, it’s probably better that way, because it means his breath doesn't get cut off as he heads back to camp.
Like he said, once they’re there, when they’ve had something to eat, and probably after the rancher downs a potion from his cub’s bag, they’ll need to talk. This time, he will not accept having them change the subject or redirect. This time they will discuss going off alone.
After though. After they’ve had time to catch their breath. And he supposes, shaking his head, after Twilight wakes up again from the doze he’s apparently fallen into.
Good grief, the man even snores as loud as his mentor!
#asks and answers#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu warriors#lu twilight#febuwhump2024#febuwhump#ketto writes#dad warriors#he is not ready to be a grandpa guys#but is very weak to the puppy children in this group#he will not admit it#but he is#yes i am referencing the update like a madwoman#it's free warriors and twi angst though!#can you blame me?
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imagine some bittersweet angst where MC ends up with someone in the human world because she wasn't able to go back to the devildom, so the brothers look after MC's children and future descendants. Like imagine belphegor appearing in front of mc's daughter who calls him "uncle belphie", or lucifer and "mr Luci,". Basically being the guardian they couldn't be for lillith's descendants
a/n: okay that's a little sad to think about, but it's sort of precious too.
protecting what matters most | the demon brothers [dateables version]
1.2k words | sfw | gn!Reader
content/warnings: family dynamics and slice of life. fluff and angst, mention of character death and passage of time, mentions of raising children, platonic relationships with the demon brothers.
— Living in the Devildom for a year forged bonds with the demon brothers that can't be broken. You don't return, but they keep in touch with you however they can, starting with regularly scheduled phone calls and group chats over text, until eventually they surprise you with a visit to the human world.
— Asmo's the first one to find out that you met someone after you rebuilt your human life. The others didn't believe it until the day you formally introduced them to your partner. They hid their disappointment or anger or jealousy as best they could, but they had to admit that your partner was perfect for you. They'd never seen you so happy.
— Human lives are fleeting moments in time, and it wasn't until you told them about your engagement and upcoming nuptials that they realized your life would pass by in a blur. You'd be gone before they knew it, and they didn't want to take you for granted.
— They came to your wedding and gave you gifts, and they promised that their long-lost sister's future generations would be protected and cherished by them no matter what.
— Years pass and your house fills with family photos of your children's very eccentric uncles.
— Uncle Luci is the nicest. He bonds with your oldest child the most, but he teaches all your children the importance of family and patience and loyalty. Showing emotion and asking for help aren't signs of weakness, but signs of strength. He's also the one who gifted your family a puppy when your children were old enough to help care for it. He's in fewer photographs and videos than the rest of his siblings because he's usually the one volunteering to hold the camera. Watching your family stand intertwined with his fills the aching parts of his heart with love instead of pain and regret, and he wants to capture these special memories to look back on. His study and bedroom in the House of Lamentation are filled with these photographs too.
— Uncle Mammon is good at so many things. He shows them card tricks and he teaches them how to play games, too—Go Fish and Crazy 8's at first and Poker later. He tells them the importance of restraint and responsibility and that sometimes you need to make your own luck. He comes trick-or-treating on Halloween, and he'll even go into the haunted house attraction once they turn their puppy eyes on him. He helps the kids with math homework and science projects, and he helps each of them pick out and learn how to care for their first car. (He's twisted around their fingers the way he's still twisted around yours.)
— Uncle Levi is one of their favourites to invite for slumber parties. He brings lots of costumes and toys to play with, and he likes to watch cartoons and play video games as much as they do. He encourages them to be creative and unique no matter what anyone else thinks (but reminds them to call him or talk to their parents if they get teased or bullied). He takes the kids to opening day showings of the latest superhero movie they want to see, and they all come back with plastic collectible cups from the theater after eating way too much sugar. He gives some of the best gifts on special occasions and their birthdays.
— Uncle Sully fills your house with books. As your children grow older, he replaces their children's books with things more suitable for their ages and reading levels, and he delights when one of yours is as much of a bookworm as he is. He tries to teach them all about the power that comes from knowledge, and how books are not only a glimpse into the past but a hopeful peek into the future. He wants them to explore the world with an open mind and vivid imagination. He teaches them that family gives them strength and love and as long as they have each other, they can do anything.
(They start calling him Uncle Satan when they learn the truth about their beloved uncles. It was only a matter of time and you had years to prepare an explanation, but it still catches you off-guard: your children sitting very seriously at the kitchen table, looking at each other before one of them starts to speak. They ask tough questions about why their uncles don't seem to get any older, and why they can do all these amazing things they learn later is because of magic. Your youngest still calls him Uncle Sully; the others save that nickname for special occasions, just to get a rise out of him.)
— Uncle Asmo is so much fun! He helps you organize birthday parties and graduation parties, and when your children grow into adulthood and begin to live their own lives, weddings and honeymoons and baby showers too. He loves to be involved because he wants them to feel special and celebrated for all their achievements. It's also an excuse for him to spoil your family with clothes and gifts that you know can only be purchased in the Devildom. He helps you navigate their challenging teen years, talking to them about love and sex and healthy relationships. He makes sure they all know that he's there to lend an ear, a shoulder to cry on, or any other support or help they might need. He feels blessed to watch your family grow up because your love for them is so pure and beautiful; your impact on this world will linger long after you're gone.
— Uncle Beel and Uncle Belphie are the ones that take your children on some of their most cherished childhood adventures. They just happen to come by for a visit when traveling carnivals and theme parks open for the summer season. They all eat a ridiculous amount of food and come back with armfuls of souvenirs (which Beel happily pays for and refuses your attempts to pay him back). They suggest camping trips on long holiday weeks or ski vacations during the colder winter months. They like helping your children connect with nature and the stars and each other. Beel and Belphie tell the best stories, even if some of them are a little sad.
(They don't know until they're older that Uncle Belphie used to visit at nighttime and help care for them as babies. Sometimes you'd wake up and check on them to find them fast asleep in his arms while he rocked them in the chair beside their crib. Other nights, he visited when you'd already gotten up, but you always invited him to stay and listen while you hummed a lullaby.)
— Your children grow older and so do you. The demon brothers aren't ready to say goodbye—how could they be? When you're gone, it feels like they lost Lilith all over again. Death haunts them like shadow, but this time it's different because they realize that their family's not broken. It's stronger, and bigger, because you gave them that gift. In return, they promise to protect the descendants of Lilith that bear your name and have the same potential for greatness that you did.
— Your children's homes, and their children's after that, remain filled with photographs of their quirky uncles. The names and faces of the demon brothers are passed down along to each generation with a growing collection of impossible stories. It's your family's precious secret that each child is told when they're old enough to understand, because it's only a matter of time before the uncles arrive to visit them too.
#obey me#obey me headcanons#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me angst#obey me x reader#x reader#gn!reader
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I’d love to see a part three of the Most Wonderful Time of the year where Theo gets to be a big brother to a little sister and reader is pregnant again this time with a little girl and her and Melissa got married. Please and thank you. I enjoyed parts 1 & 2.
-The most wonderful time of the year?- Part 3
Part 1 Part 2
Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Gender:fluff fluff FLUFFFFFFF
Warnings : (+18) very light mention of sex.
Summary:Melissa makes the worst mistake of her life by letting you go when things don't go the way you wanted them to. Years later, fate pulls you together again, Melissa just hopes it's not too late to fix things. When you finally give it another chance, you realize it was the right thing to do.
Thank you for all the comments and requests, I haven't had time to respond but I read everything and it made me very happy your love and blessings for the new year. . Don't be afraid to send petitions, remember that it can also be from Brienne or Larissa 💕 Enjoyyyy
From your son's birthday, everything started to run smoothly. At first you were afraid that your son wouldn't be happy to see Melissa so often, but the little one was very happy about the extra attention and that he was no longer left "alone" at school waiting for you when work got complicated. Thanks to Mel taking care of him when you couldn't, you were able to save a little money that you used to use to pay the babysitter.
It was very funny to see how they interacted with each other. When Mel asked you out on a date, your son hogged her attention while Mel listened intently at him and caressed your hand so you wouldn't feel left out. When you wanted to go out alone, your son would make puppy eyes to go with you and Melissa could rarely say no, they had known each other for a relatively short time and he was already the redhead's biggest weakness.
You had told Mel that she could go home as many times as she wanted but that you didn't want her to stay overnight because you didn't want your son to see that and get excited about things that weren't sure yet.
Thanks to Mel, the mornings of dropping your son off at school became easier, before it was hard to convince him to stay, now he was excited to greet the redhead and always asked you when she would teach him, although he loved his teacher Barbara, he also wanted Mel to teach him.
It was really a relief to be with the redhead again, although you didn't want to admit it, it was very difficult for you to manage your son, work and everything else alone. Even if you didn't admit it, you missed Mel and her company so much, that you finally felt at peace having her again in your life.
Their interactions at home were cute and funny, but you wanted to see them interact in other places, so when you had a day off you accompanied your son and the school for a walk at the zoo, you almost melted with cuteness watching them.
The redhead was with her group of students and you were next to your son and Barbara's students, your son was one of the smallest in height and age, so it was easy for him to get lost among the older children, so you were paying close attention to him. But at one point when you were distracted for two seconds when another child spoke to you, your child was no longer by your side. You almost panicked, until you saw your little one run up to Mel and give her little hands for her to pick him up, which she did. Your little one rested his little head on the redhead's shoulder and began to play with her necklaces smiling. You knew that loud noises and being among so many children upset him sometimes, so you were surprised to see how calm he stayed with her. After telling Barbara that you would be away from her for a second, you went with your son and Mel.
Your son opened his eyes wide when he saw you coming and hid around the redhead's neck to avoid seeing you because he knew that he had done wrong to go around without telling you or letting you know where he was going. Mel looked at him confused and then looked at you smiling
-"Hello again hon"-Mel spoke without being able to hide her smile of being with you again, no matter how much time passed, having you around made her happy
-"Hi Lisa, could you have seen Theo? He left without telling me and he knows he has to let me know when we are among so many people... No matter how excited he's to go somewhere or with someone, he has to let me know..."-You spoke up and your son hid more. You were aware that he thought that if he didn't see you, you couldn't see him either. Mel frowned
-"I didn't know that he had escaped without warning. I think Theo, being the good kid that he is, needs to come out and apologize to Mom. Don't you think so, Theo?"-Melissa whispered to him and your son still hidden, shook his head-"Then your mom is going to get upset and so am I, and this time your wet puppy eyes won't work, you better apologize before we get angry or I'll not give you more candy"-The redhead spoke more firmly, and your son sighed, coming out of hiding on the redhead's neck looking at you pouting
-"I'm sody mommy... I wanted to come with Lisa, I like being with hed, sody for not letting you know...I fogot"-Your son apologized playing shy with his little hands and you smiled, especially when you heard him call Melissa Lisa the way you did.
-"It's okay baby, but at least let Lisa or me know next time, okay?" - You asked, and your son nodded, smiling and playing with the redhead's chains again while muttering a song-"I have to go help Barbara with the other kids, will you stay with Lisa?"-You asked, and your son nodded again, smiling, happy to stay with Mel, who gave him cookies from the ones she had kept in her purse. Mel always had food or candy and your son loved it when she shared with him
-"I'll take care of him, we'll see you at lunch"-Mel assured you and you made your way to Barbara listening a little more than they were talking about
-"Lisa? Can I tell you a biiiiig sequet?-Your child asked, and Mel nodded, paying attention to him-" When I gow up I want to be a ninja pofesol doctol, like you and my mama and Jackie Chan!"-Your son said excitedly and Mel gasped surprised
-"That's the best profession I've ever heard, you'll have to teach me karate one day!"-Mel replied and your son swore by his pinky. You laughed when you heard them.
At lunchtime, you rejoined them who were talking excitedly as they ate the food Mel had brought
-"Hello beautiful people, what are you talking about?"-You sat down next to them and Mel handed you a tupperware of food for which you smiled and thanked
-"We... We wel... We..."-Your child started stuttering and staring at the redhead nervously and you frowned
-"We were talking about the animals we saw, a giraffe licked Theo's hand!"-Your son nodded excitedly and sighed with relief trying to wink at Mel surreptitiously but failed in the attempt, something was happening but you didn't know what, but you didn't want to find out any further either, you trusted them, you knew that if it was something serious, Mel would tell you later. There were times when your child was honest about certain things with her 'cause he didn't want to worry you, like when he was teased at school, and even though Mel promised not to say anything, she told you everything afterwards when you were alone.
At the end of the zoo walk, Theo returned with Barbara and the group and Mel stood next to you brushing your hand with her fingers while smiling
-"Do you think I can stay at your house tonight? We could watch a movie with Theo, I could make the kind of food you like, lasagna, you can make dessert, we spend some time together..."-You were loving the idea that Mel was telling you-"Maybe I could stay in the night with you... Having a grown-up sleepover, if you know what I mean... To receive your birthday how you deserve, naked like God brought you to the world..."-Melissa whispered the last part and you looked at her nervously, you had already had sex several times, but Mel had never stayed home with your son being there.
-"I don't know, Lisa... I don't want Theo to get confused and get ideas of something that I don't know what it is yet..."-You whispered, avoiding her gaze and Mel took your hand, caressing it delicately
-"First, Theo is going to be asleep at that time to know that I've slept with you, second, we can tell him it's a sleepover like the ones he has with his friends or tell him that it was too late to leave and that I slept on the couch , third, that kid loves to have me at home, I don't think he suspects me of staying there one night if I'm there so often... But if you're not sure, we can do it another night..."-Mel smiled and kissed your cheek, you sighed and smiled
-"No... Stay tonight, I miss sleeping with you and it would be a nice birthday present to have you by my side in the morning... I'm just overthinking everything as usual"-You smiled and continued walking next to the redhead.
In the evening, Mel came home with everything ready to cook and a little apron for your son that said "the little chef." The three of you started cooking together, making pasta and preparing lasagna and then making dessert together. With everything ready, you sat in the living room, your son and his dog on the carpet and you with Mel on the couch. The food was delicious and the movie entertaining, your son had chosen monsters inc, a movie that he knew by heart and said all the dialogues, which you were used to, but you were surprised when Mel also started talking and doing voices like him. You smiled at the sight of the two of them.
-"Mama?"-Your son spoke to you and you looked at him carefully taking your eyes off the TV, Mel did the same -"I want a little sister like Boo one day, Can I ask Santa for that next Christmas?"-Your son smiled excitedly and you almost choked on the wine you were drinking. The truth is that you wanted more children, but Mel was already used to a child, to being with Theo, when she didn't want any before, you didn't know how the idea of another baby would go with her.
-"I don't know if Santa is taking orders to bring babies, but you can try if you want"-That was the only thing you said before you continued to watch the movie.
By the end of the movie, the meal and dessert were over and your son was snuggled between the two of you and his dog, almost asleep, hugging your hand and Mel's, which were entwined over his little body making him feel safe. When he started snoring softly, you went to pick him up to take him to his bed, but he complained muttering that he wanted Mel and you to take him to his bed and read him a story.
After reading him a story and snuggling him in bed with the little puppy by his feet, the two of you went down to arrange things, while you were about to lift the dishes, Mel's hands wrapped around your waist and she smiled kissing your neck resting her front against your back
-"Let's leave this for tomorrow, let's go to the room... I want to be with you, I want to fill you with kisses and caresses all over your body. I want to make you happy and welcome your new year of life in the best way possible"-Mel whispered in your neck and you agreed without much opposition.
The next morning you smiled feeling the softness of the sheets against your naked body and remembering everything that had happened the night before, but a shiver ran through your body when you realized that the heat radiating from Mel's body was not there anymore. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs and then got up and looked for clothes to wear. Mel's shirt was there, so you wore it along with a pair of shorts. The aroma of freshly baked cookies made you smile and walk downstairs. When you were halfway through, you could hear your son's laughter next to Mel's, when you got down you saw how Mel was full of flour and your son was full of cream to decorate cookies, the puppy was at their feet licking everything that fell and could reach.
When the two of them saw you, they smiled a lot and held up a tray of cookies that said happy birthday and shouted in unison singing the happy birthday song, something that frightened the little puppy and made him run away and slip because of the drool he had left on the floor from having licked everything.
-"Mommy, I asked Lisa yesteday at the zoo to stay and help me make cookies fo you bithday! And my plan wodked."-Your little one screamed smiling a lot and the two of them ran to hug you sticking the flour and cream to you too. Without being able to help it, you began to cry, this was what you wanted, what you imagined, a family with Mel, something you thought you had lost years ago but it was in front of you, perfect just as you imagined.
The months began to pass and you decided to give a title to the relationship, officially you were girlfriends, which made your son very happy since you were no longer alone and you were also dating his favorite person, Mel. More months passed and you all moved in together.
Also one day Mel called you crying at work and you were very worried, but you calmed down when she told you that your son called her mom at school and she was so happy that she couldn't stop crying.
When you had already spent 2 years living together , your whole family and Mel's family got together to celebrate Christmas at your house.
Theo and his puppy were behind Melissa opening and handing out presents, while you sat on the couch with your little newborn daughter, Sky, asleep on your chest. After everyone had received their presents, Mel and your son handed you a small gift box, the last one under the tree. As you looked at them confused, the redhead took your little daughter and snuggled her in her arms while your son smiled at you a lot.
-"I thought you said we wouldn't give each other more than 3 gifts this year..."-You murmured and Melissa kissed you shutting you up and sucked your lip making you blush from the amount of people there
-"It's a small one, now behave yourself and open it without asking any more questions"-The redhead answered you and you looked at her seriously squinting, but when you opened the gift you couldn't believe it, a beautiful ring with a red ruby like Melissa's hair was inside. Surprised and confused, you looked at Mel
-"It's beautiful, but what does this mean?"-You asked, and Mel smiled
-"I want to spend this Christmas and all the ones that come with you and our two children, I want to be their mother officially in all the legal papers and if you want, I would like you to be my wife, what do you say? Do you want to marry me?"-Smiling at what she was saying, you jumped up from the couch and grabbed her cheeks, kissing her hard, careful not to crush your daughter, with tears streaming down your cheeks. The redhead smiled and pulled away a bit -" Is that a yes?"-she asked arrogantly and you laughed lifting Theo holding him in your arms and getting close to her again
-"Of course it's a yes, I'd be crazy if I said no" - You murmured and kissed her again, laughing when you heard the disgusting noise your son made and seeing how he covered Sky's eyes so that the baby would not see you two kissing
-"Iugh moms! I'll protect you Boo"-Your son called your daughter that because of monster's inc, he said that to his little sister and you laughed looking into Mel's eyes and thinking the same thing before attacking your two kids with kisses and tickles.
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It's honestly sickening how easily you justify the murder of civilians. The loss of life on 10/7 was a tragedy, but how many more lives have been lost by Israel murdering civilians? What do you stand for? If you can rightfully be enraged by the loss of life on 10/7 and condemn Hamas for it, why can you not condemn Israel for this? What does Israel stand for if they can be outraged by the loss of life of their civilians but see tens of thousands of more deaths as nothing? What do you stand for? Because it's not that the loss of human life is a tragedy if you can condemn Hamas but not Israel. Why are the lives of Palestinians so worthless to you? What do you stand for? If one group kills less than 2,000, and the other kills tens of thousands, what do you stand for?
Peace, in the very TLDR version, I stand for peace. We clearly have different views about how to achieve that, but maybe its good for you to consider that people who disagree with you are as human as you are.
Where do I begin?
As bizarre as it seems, war is a human means of communication. Policy by other means, as the saying goes, where conflicts move from ideas and words to deeds, where emphasis is added with explosions, where commitments are made with life and limb and we argue through this kinetic medium until we reach some compromise, or at least a one-sided silence.
This almost sounds reasonable, until you consider that the ideal outcome of war, from any individual point of view, is to risk as little as possible and force your opponent to sacrifice as much as possible. The inevitable discrepancies in power mean that the poor, the weak, the dependent, ill, elderly, women and children inevitably make up much of those sacrifices. Men, with broad freedoms to loot, rape and kill among 'the enemy', will tell themselves that the ordinary rules of society don't matter here and feed their darkest desires to punctuate their own moments of fear and terror.
So, while I view conflict as inevitable between people and societies, I am opposed to war. I stand for peace. I would like to see peace in the Levant.
I support:
the self-determination of the Palestinian and Israeli peoples.
the recognition and declaration of an independent Palestinian state, or perhaps 2 states since they are not contiguous.
Israel's removal of its settlements from the occupied territories of the West Bank
the end of UNWRA and all claims of 'right of return'
normalization of relations between Gaza, Egypt and Israel and the West Bank and its neighbors.
That's a baseline. In more ideal terms I want to see:
free and fair elections for all people in every nation.
a Human Rights code established in all Levant states
lifting people out of poverty by finally focusing on economic development instead of decades of dependence on foreign aid
puppies and rainbows while I'm at it
Hamas started this particular war on October 7th, their 3rd try since Israel ended their occupation of Gaza in 2005 and Hamas defeated the PLA on its bloody path to power. Hamas' actions were a series of territorial incursions and war crimes targeting civilians and taking hostages. That sent a pointed message to Israel - we will kill your people wherever we find you, we will destroy you and we have no regard for the conventions of war.
That's not a one-time communique though. Hostages are still being held and Hamas' cruelty and indifference to life has turned to its own people - there are no air raid sirens, no shelters, no civilian-only zones where Hamas fighters separate themselves from civilians, Hamas fighters wear no uniforms to identify who's a combatant so civilians are safer. Multiple countries are sending humanitarian aid and Hamas not only fails to distribute it but instead captures it and sells it to fund their war, so the poorest and most vulnerable people are left to starve. That also sends a message I think too many in the West ignore - Palestinian life has no value to Hamas.
A nationalist Arab movement emerged in the Palestine region in the 1920s, just as Zionism swelled among Jews in the same era. It was the end of the 500 year old Ottoman empire and as it collapsed, new opportunities emerged. However, older ideas also surged including the desire to rebuild the Caliphate.
This was the vast settler-colonial Empire built from the start of Islam, under the prophet/warrior king Muhammad, until it peaked here. The caliphs is like a king, the Supreme court and the Pope all rolled into one - his right to rule came directly from Allah and his Prophet, and was head of both state and church where regional or secular laws were abolished and obedience to Allah, Muhammad as his prophet, and the Caliph as his heir was absolute. Differing claims about legitimacy led to splintering into multiple factions, which were then vulnerable to the Mongol, Byzantine and eventually the Ottoman Empires that would itself claim the title of caliph to shore up its own legitimacy.
Islamists are radical Muslims who have fundamentally colonial aspirations, first in this region and ultimately across the globe. Most of the conflict in the MENA area result from factions within this broader movement - Shia versus Sunni, Persian versus Arab, the Kurds Khorason and Wahhabists are all competing dynasties and sects who vie for control.
To Islamists who are inspired by this history and wants to recreate its colonial glory before moving on to conquer the world, it's clear that you can't have a Jewish state right smack in the middle of your beautiful Empire. They are super pissed that European colonial powers ruined their own Arabian colonial plans, so they've adapted their arguments. Those forces have found it convenient to continue the 'Palestinian cause' as a stepping stone to wiping out Israel and establishing an Islamic state by framing it as a struggle of national self-determination. Thus, it can appeal to the West and the U.N. as a nationalist struggle while continuing to pursue imperialist goals. The PLO was violent and somewhat deluded, but I at least believed that Arafat actually thought he would lead an actual Palestinian state and I supported their goal to remove Israel from the occupied territories.
Hamas' goals in the conflict are shared with all Islamist factions. Yes, even when Islamists are fighting each other, they are still all trying to establish the caliphate, they only disagree on who should be in charge of it. This ideology is already at war with the West but the West is blissfully ignorant of this colonizing and intensely violent movement, because Islamist energies are currently consumed with attacking each other, competing for followers, and punishing Muslim populations who are insufficiently enthusiastic about their rise to power.
Currently, radical Islamist regimes have already seized power in enough of the middle east that conflict is limited to proxy wars and destroying Israel (unless you're in Syria where 5 different proxies are in a multi-sided conflict) and the most intense insurgent fighting is now happening across Africa in a dozen different countries.
Strangely, the West barely acknowledges, much less compiles, this new threat of Empire. This wikipedia entry looks long, but it's only documenting the wars of the IS. That's just one group. Overall, Islamists are involved in the overwhelming majority of current conflicts, coups and insurgencies, and the West - with its ideals on nationalism, religious freedom, democracy and its own more material interests, doesn't have a good handle on what to do. I don't want to see a return to Cold War approach where the U.S. would back any dictator who said he hated communists. And, since there are internal struggles, we're already backing Islamists like the Saudis even though they supported Al Quaeda, ISIS etc. (who now think the Saudis are apostates who are too friendly with the West) or the Syrian dictator. These extremist, woman-hating, slave-fueled regimes are horrifying, and the less we have to do with them, the better.
I think we have to hold to our ideals but also accept that you can't bring peace to people who don't want it, and sometimes there is no 'good guy' to back in a fight, just less worse actions that both sides can be encouraged to take.
So these are the things I read and care about, and then I read your opinions about Gaza. So many deaths, you say, while Arab Islamists kill 300,000 Africans in the Sudan without a peep of concern from you, and you ask me what do I stand for? The Muslim Rohingya in northern Myanmar tried and failed to create a separatist Islamic state, and are now being expelled en masse - their population of 1.2 million destroyed as 900,000 fled (mostly to neighboring Bangladesh) and most of those who remain are confined to refugee camps. But I'm a terrible person who supports genocide, and you're a good person who cares about genocide... but only when white people involved in some way? Islamists have perfectly targeted white guilt and ignorance to gain your inaction in global conflicts and shift it to Gaza.
Personally, I find religious zealots hazardous to my health and, philosophically, I do believe in the ideals of liberal democracy and would like them to continue. I also believe that, under the rhetoric and extremism, many people living in the Levant area also want to be free from these regimes. I believe there are Palestinians who would like self-government and, like many violent regimes, Hamas is a parasite on the people.
Anyway, I don't blame Israel for this war because what alternative does it have? Allow its people to be raided, raped, murdered and kidnapped? Even if it somehow ignored October 7th - and the families of hostages are making it difficult enough as things stand now - Israel has no incentive to return to another ceasefire situation where they wait for the next raid.
I have many, many critiques of Israel and actions I would like it to undertake, and I think undertaking this entire campaign has been a mistake, but they have a goal to remove Hamas and I think that's a good goal. I also think Israel will fail in that goal to remove Hamas from power, just as Hamas has failed to destroy Israel.
I don't think a ceasefire will help Palestinians, whether it comes sooner or later, they're in for more of the same as long as Hamas remains. But the over-arching conflict of Islamism and its goals won't change in Gaza unless the bigger picture changes.
So I'll ask you the same question - what do you stand for? Isn't this war just one step of a bold, revolutionary vision to overthrow Israel, drive out the Jews and link up with the glories of the new Caliphate? Aren't these deaths worthwhile to support that vision? There was a ceasefire in place before October 7th, what was so wrong with that situation that this war was needed? A ceasefire now would hardly return Palestinians to better conditions, so the next war will be just as justifiable as the last one. That's what Hamas stands for, what about you?
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when we were young
follow-up, part 2 here lovelies
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warnings/notes: heart-breaking stuff, angst, fluff, pregnancy, talks about having children, wanted celebrate 500+ followers (thank you from the bottom of my little heart ❤️🤍😭) and thought: write a short husband!vettel but make it angst (i will redeem myself in the future i promise);
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songs i've listened to while writing this: new west - those eyes, the rare occasions - notion, harry styles - love of my life, stephen sanchez - until I found you; matt maltese - as the world caves in;
Where you and Sebastian are co-parenting your sixteen-year-old daughter after your divorce and she comes home one evening telling you all about her little high-school crush, making you two go back twenty-five years ago when you two met for the first time.
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“No, most definitely not.” Sebastian demanded, angeringly so cutting the steak across the table while not daring to look into yours or your daughter’s eyes, “I am not letting some random boy taking you to the movies.” He then spoke after a short breath, still nervously so chewing on a piece of the food you made for your weekly Saturday dinner together.
Exchanging an amused short glance with your child, you let out a short giggle to escape from in between your lips making her laugh too as both of you were aware that she will get whatever she pleaded from her father no matter how much Sebastian pretended to oppose at first after sweetening him with puppy eyes look and imploring words.
“Dad, please let me go to the movie next weekend and I will never in my whole life beg you of something else!” Anne, your daughter, pleaded with one of her hands at her chest as she tilted her head into her father’s direction with soft widened blue eyes that you were so foolish jealous of being inhered from Sebastian rather than from you.
Anne Vettel was a blueprint of Sebastian Vettel from head to toes although you were the one to carry her for nine whole months, the major thing that you insufflated to Anne was the hot-boiled never-giving-up attitude when there was something to be attained in all matters of life. That, plus the puppy begging eyes were Sebastian’s biggest weakness and you knew how the outcome of Anne pleading would go right before it has started. She will go to the movies; whatever Sebastian liked the idea or not.
“Don’t you laugh.” Your ex-husband warned you as your chuckle filled the space in between your seats, pointing his now empty fork in your direction while looking at Anne trying to resist not caving into his daughter’s sweet tone, “And don’t encourage her in this type of a behavior – she is too young to be dating boys.” Sebastian uttered, glaring at the fork’s tips now away from Anne’s pleads.
You let out a short sigh as you leaned back into your chair glaring at him, you knew that Sebastian never dared to look you in the eyes for the very first three seconds before he calms down when he was nervous or anxious about something, literally anything.
It happened when you two met for the very first time back in high school, when you kissed for the first time in front of your house back then, when you introduced him to your parents after six months of you dating, when he introduces you to his not long after, before any of his important races or after winning any of his four championships, before Anne was born or when she lost her first baby tooth and quite literally any major moment of Anne’s life in the past sixteen years, and also when you told him you want a divorce three years ago.
You were waiting for those three little seconds to be finished, and that was when Sebastian looked at you across the table with worried big eyes regarding your daughter’s safety not being sure what to say next not to upset her and searching for answers from the one that he trusted with his life – you.
“Anne just told you that it is not a date, and that they are going with a group of friends to see a movie, and I see no problem in that.” You answered, taking your daughter's hand to softly squeeze in yours, “Your dad is going to take you to the cinema, and then pick you up when the movie is finished, though.” You firmly added, searching for Sebastian’s agreement that came right away in a short nod of head, “Just to give him a piece of mind.” You continued, throwing a short wink into your daughter’s direction.
Sebastian was fuming still, and yet he continued to inquire Anne about that boy she liked that will tag along with the mentioned group of friends. You two found out that he was in the same class as Anne, and that he picked flowers from the high-school garden to hide in her locker with a note saying that she is the smartest girl in the school, and especially that he is the cutest boy in school but he does not talk that much although he made a habit of saying “hello” to her every single time she choose to stay next to him during Chemistry.
“I promise you dad,” Anne spoke with both hands on her heart now as she was giving the speech about how great of a guy her crush was, “He is a good guy, and I enjoy talking with him about even homework!” She pleaded, the child’s chest lifting in a heavy sigh, “He has not been explicit in saying that he likes me back, but I think he does.” She then uttered in an earnest tone with high-hopes flickering within her eyes, “I hope he does, cause I do like him a lot!” Anne spoke, and you could see Sebastian’s expressions soften a little as your daughter spoke, “Mom, how did you know that dad liked you?” She bluntly then asked, her glare switching in between you and Sebastian, “I mean I know the story,” Anne paused to emphasize, rolling her eyes remembering the many times either you or Sebastian told her about the times where you were young and in love back in the days, “But how were you sure?” Anne questioned, all eyes in the room attentive on you now.
You exchanged one of your typical glares with Sebastian, and then there was a silence spread across the table for a couple of seconds before you spoke. Thinking about the times when you and Sebastian were together-together as often as they were, still managed to shake you both so after the split happened. And yet, you had to tell Anne how healthy love looks like, and how it feels like. It was your duty to guide her in finding what you and Sebastian had, and in some ways or another still have. You both were privileged enough to find the right person to date, and then to marry, and then to have a beautiful child with right from the start, being by Sebastian’s side more than half of your life sheltered you from countless heartbreaks as you often heard people going through their twenties and even thirties, and you wanted that for Anne too: a good old-fashioned type of love.
“I just knew.” You answered while looking at him with what seemed to turn into watery eyes from both of your sides, “When somebody likes you for real, you will know.” You softly spoke, “You will not question it for long, and you will feel it inside of your chest like a wave of energy floating.” You continued with a bittersweet smile of which you managed to hide the bitterness for Anne while Sebastian felt it within his now even heavier aching chest, “When it is right, I can assure you that you will know.” You added, getting back at your steak as Sebastian was not touching his anymore.
Anne went back to her room not shortly after the dinner was finished, and your ex-husband stayed to help with all the dishes and the cleaning as an excuse of discussing the main topic at the dinner privately with you.
“Do you think I was too harsh with Anne?” Sebastian asked, cleaning the plates you handed to him after washing them, “I do think she is too young to be meeting boys, but then again it she it is just the movies.” He spoke, chest lifting in a loud sigh that made you chuckle once again.
You gave him a side look, “Seb, being “too harsh” with Anne does not exist in your vocabulary.” You answered being focused on the plates still, “You and I both know that she can play you with some sweet little words – I am the one that has been “too harsh” with her all the time.” You continued, remembering in flashes the few times when Anne smashed the door of her room after your mother-daughter arguments – not letting her go to sleep-overs, not buying her that new iPhone everyone has, not letting her to stay up at late talking over phone with friends, and telling her that you and her father were splitting up.
“You were not.” Sebastian firmly spoke, touching one of your shoulders in order to give you comfort, “You are nothing but the best mother that exists.” He then added, gently squeezing your shoulder for you to smile, “I – however.” Sebastian then paused, “I have no idea how to navigate this brand-new world where our daughter wants to date boys!” Sebastian added, his hand helplessly so hanging around his body as he let go of you.
You felt him still being nervous next to you, the talk you three had back in the dining room was not enough to calm him down. You stopped the tap, and fully turned towards your ex-husband waiting for him to glare at you back which Sebastian did exactly three seconds after you gave him those eyes of yours that encouraged him to watch you back accompanied by a warm smile and a clasp of hands.
“I have no idea too.” You vulnerably spoke, your fingers gently caressing the back of Sebastian’s hand, “I think we should let her experience for now, support her decisions on regarding whenever she wants to date, and give her pieces of advice when needed.” You added as you felt Sebastian’s grip getting tighter around your fingers, “You know that I do not agree with controlling her – that will only make her get away from us faster.” You added, thinking about the future when Anne will have no choice but depart from you and Sebastian as she grows older and built her own life with you not being the main two characters she sees each day, “Look, you gave her countless examples of how a man should act and behave around women, I think she learned a few good things or two.” You teased as you let go of Sebastian’s hand, him being this close to you managing to somehow still shake you whole, “We will figure this out together, Sebastian.” You determinately spoke, getting back at the dishes now while your ex-husband’s eyes were all on you and your worried self.
Sebastian had always been amazed on how easy you made having control over your emotions from other people’s eyes while you were going through the most unimaginable feelings possible – and especially in front of Anne. You were not fooling Sebastian though, and you had never fooled him before in any matter whatsoever. You were as worried as Sebastian was about the whole Anne-dating-someone thing, and there was something in the shake of your voice that convince Sebastian that he was right back at the dinner table when you tamed that aching heart of yours while speaking about the good old times when you were Anne’s age.
“A wave of energy floating, huh?” Sebastian asked, leaning now on the counter with both hands wrapped around the man’s chest as he was watching down at you hardly managing to get a stain from one of the plates, “I have never heard you describing it like that before, are you working on one of your new novels?” Your ex-husband teased, taking the dish from your hands to make things easier for you knowing how much you hate stubborn stains on your favorited crystal white dishes that you got for Christmas eight years ago.
You chuckled at Seb’s gesture, and it was now your turn to rest on the counter watching him struggle with cleaning, “I have not written a page in the last six months.” You confessed to him, being awhile since you two talked about your writing career, “I guess being single for this long can cause that to a romance novel author.” You joked as you cracked a fake laugh, watching Seb’s little smile sprung on his face.
It was meaningless to say that Sebastian was your source of inspiration for your novels, and since he was not playing that much of a role into your romantic life aside from Saturday dinners and decisions about your teenager daughter’ life, you were going through a writer’s block for quite some time now.
Watching Sebastian, you bit your lip without him noticing.
Your very first novel that got your name out on the market as an author was written five years after meeting him, and you poured all your love for him within the pages of the book – none of your other works ever meant to you as much as the first one.
Twenty years later you were still aside your muse in your kitchen as you did back then, and yet you were now not sleeping in the same bed and dreaming about what future had to hold for the both of you while listening to those jazz tunes that Sebastian adored back in your college dorm room.
“You will find a way; you always do darling.” Sebastian declared, putting the plate aside and resting his hip on the kitchen’s counter too to take both of your hands into his for a minute of silenced comfort as you looked at each other in dimmed kitchen lights.
“Was that how it really felt back then?” Sebastian questioned with an inquiring look after you two exchanged a shy teenager-like smile, “Or were you just pleasing our daughter?” Your ex-husband then added with both eyebrows arched up, as if he was not enough pleased in already knowing that you were telling the truth in front of Anne.
You chuckled, “As if you do not already know the answer to that.” You spoke, not giving him the satisfaction of you repeating yourself but caving in after a short title of head from Sebastian.
“That was exactly how it felt, Vettel.” You teased, getting your hands out from him as it shortly yet surely became unbearable for them to be clasped while memories and feelings rushed back making room into your troubled minds and damaged hearts.
A wave of energy floating – that was Sebastian to you when you were Anne’s age.
somewhere in the past
You met your ex-husband in high-school, and just as your daughter spoke about that little crush of hers, you too were having one on the sweetest quietest boy in school.
You were friends for most of the time spent in high-school, aside from that one little stolen kiss when you were seventeen and he walked with you back to your home although Sebastian was living far across the city – he just wanted to walk you home, and to spend as much time possible as you knowing that school was about to end, and that he will have to go harder on racing since there was no school to occupy his time while you got to have your fun writing short stories and poetry at home not being forced to go to school anymore.
“We are here.” You uttered, nervously snapping your fingers as you kept your hands clasped at your back, “Thank you for walking me home, Vettel.” You added, using the name that everybody at school used for him just to tease him a little, knowing that Sebastian adored how your accent seemed to always mispronounce his last name in the most twisted cutest way he had ever heard someone speaking German.
“Thank you for letting me do so.” Sebastian shyly muttered while scratching the back of his neck, “I think that’s it, see you in three months.” He hesitantly added, noticing your hand reaching for the doorknob and knowing right after the words were spoken that that was not the way in which he wanted to say goodbye, “Wait,” Sebastian then paused to take a full fresh breath of air in while looking above your shoulder for three whole seconds, making you question why was it so hard for him to look you in the eyes – not knowing that this habit of his will make you realize from then one every single moment in which he will need your look to calm him down and bring him back to earth.
“Are you alright, Seb?” You then asked, trying to get a catch of the teenager's glare back on yours.
“I am not.” Sebastian then declared, “Three whole months without seeing you means torture.” Sebastian bluntly declared, glare now on yours as one of the man’s hands wrapped around your waist snatching your hand from the doorknob.
“Something to remember me by, I think.” Sebastian nervously spoke, pulling you closer to his body by snatching your wrist and placing his lips on yours.
That right there.
The first very time when you both felt the energy you were talking about more than twenty-years later in the future – a wave of energy floating within your teenager chest engulfing both you and Sebastian whole.
Smiling into your kiss, you caved in completely by wrapping both of your arms around Sebastian’s shoulders and neck as he wrapped his around your waist, detaching completely from your wrist to hold you dearly next to him.
“Definitely will remember this.” You breathlessly muttered close to Sebastian’s mouth as you departed your lips few inches from him, “Three months are not that long, I think we can make it.” You teased, gluing your lips back on Sebastian’s after uttering the words to him, feeling his shoulders relaxing underneath your touch.
You did in fact made it – the thing was that after summer-break Sebastian was not returning to school. The summer during which Sebastian turned seventeen was huge for the young racing driver as he got even more sponsors to support him.
Focusing on his racing career, Sebastian was home-schooled from then on, and you two had little to no encounters after your first kiss and yet there was this unspoken alliance that you two made – somehow you will find your ways back to each other.
You started dating for real when you were both twenty, right when he got his seat into Formula 1, and you started college away from your hometown.
In between races, and you attending literature and creative writing courses, you found time and space to become best friends first, and then lovers both knowing that that was just the beginning of a beautifully written novel.
“I wrote you a poem.” You shyly spoke, watching Sebastian inspecting your college dorm the very first time he visited, “It does not have any rhyme, and this is my first try – so don’t be that much of a critic.” You giggled, taking his hand into yours to sit both on your bed as you took a deep breath in searching for the notes in your backpack.
“I cannot promise you that, you know that I am a very analytic person and I—” Sebastian paused, watching your trembling hands on the sheet of paper understanding then how much of an important moment was that to you as you have never let anyone else hear or read your works aside from your teachers, “I am sure I will love it.” He then spoke, placing a soft kiss on the temple of your forehead so you can ease the anxious feeling going in the back of your mind.
You took another short breath in as you started to recite the first lines of your little poem that said:
when there is no spoken word,
but just tender touches, forehead kisses
warm smiles and beating hearts
shared in between giggles and laughs,
started by shy stolen glances
when the arm crushes the waist,
and the fingers touch the neck,
the chest lifts in a sigh,
pleading for more with every beat of the heart,
and with every shortened breath
when the soul carries the thoughts,
up on a hill and lies them down,
for the mind to follow the path,
letting go of the burden
heavily pressing down the shoulders,
when all the pain lifts from the chest,
and comfort outs the numbness
the joy takes the place,
and the time stands still,
for a glimpse of a moment
That was what love felt to you for the first time in your young-adult life, that was what Sebastian thought you since the very first time you kissed back at seventeen having no idea how much you would teach each other in the decades to come.
You nervously ended with a shortened breath, “I do not know how to end it, though.” You spoke, looking at a very admiring Sebastian glaring at you back with widened blue eyes, “Does it sound too cheesy?” You had asked him, searching for answers.
“That is when you know you are falling in love.” He softly spoke, placing an endearing kiss on the top of your shaky lips, “I am not as much of a writer like you, but I think that is when you know.” He then chuckled, watching your hands wrapped still on the piece of paper that he took now in his hands, “Can I have this?” He then spoke, “I need to brag about my girlfriend writing cheesy poems for me when you will be huge as a writer, darling.” He then chuckled, gesticulating with a tilt of head that he was mocking you and that in fact it did not sound cheesy at all.
You laughed, “Let’s hope you are right – and yes, you can have it.” You added, handing him the piece of paper.
Sebastian received many poems after that, and many signed copies of your books year later when they got published.
And yes, Sebastian loved to brag every single time that they were all about him and your relationship, even the most heart-breaking lines written were about him.
You lived the kind of love that you wrote about, and that you had read about before. Long-lasting, warm and loving.
Falling in love while becoming best friends was everything you wished to happen to Anne too, both of you were thinking about looking into each other’s eyes back in the kitchen as you were thinking about all the moments when that wave of energy floated through your whole entire bodies – one of those many moments were represented by Sebastian asking you to marry him five years later you wrote him that poem.
Sebastian asked you to marry him when you were both twenty-five and although for many it seemed too early and rushed, for you and him was just the right timing.
The proposal was done in one random morning of autumn back at your now shared apartment, even though Sebastian had it all planed before-hand with a dinner reservation at your favorited restaurant and all that. You changed his mind that morning, asking him one simple question, “How do you think I would look pregnant?” You inquired, staring at your belly as you purposely bloated your stomach, “Still hot, right?” You chuckled, caressing your fake pregnant tummy.
“The hottest.” Sebastian was short in answering with a laugh, “You changed your mind?” He curiously inquired placing one of his hands on your fake pregnant belly, “You told me not so long ago that you are not very keen on the idea of having children.” Sebastian uttered, and you could not see anything else in the room but just the man’s wide smile sprung on his face – all he had ever wanted in life was to be a father.
You chuckled, your belly going back to normal as one of your hands cupped Sebastian in between your fingers, “Only if they are yours, Vettel.” You then answered, your other hand making its way to lay on one of his cheeks in order to pull him for a pressed yet unharmful morning kiss.
Sebastian swiftly got on top of you, breaking the kiss just to utter the following words, “Then, let’s make one now.” He then chuckled, his hand hurryingly so going underneath the sheet that was covering your already almost naked bodies.
You giggled back, “Hold your horses, mister.” You then spoke, gripping his wrist to pull the hand back from the sheets, “We need to flight for Singapore today.” You added looking at the clock on the nightstand that was ticking faster than usual, as if the object knew that you were already late, “Win this championship, and we will try.” You teased, knowing how tensed Sebastian has been in the last couple of weeks gathering points to win his third championship with Red Bull.
Sebastian’s eyes slightly rolled, “Ok then,” He then spoke, quickly getting out the bed and rushing to the place far behind his own little personal drawer where he has hidden the engagement ring, “You are not the only one to put conditions, miss.” He added, getting back into the bed with both of his hands back at his back, watching you curiously analyzing him, “Marry me, and we will try.” He spoke, reveling the black velvet books at his back while looking nowhere else but at you, and only you.
You nodded without saying any other word besides “yes, fucking yes”, realizing that this was the very first time when Sebastian was nervous about something and managed to lock your eyes with his without those three seconds existing – because he knew what your answer will be, and there was nothing to be anxious anymore about.
You ended up being late for your flight that morning, of course. You laid in bed thinking about baby names, and about the future home that Sebastian has already promised you to build somewhere in the mountains, and about anything and everything that implied raising a child and whatnot. By doing so, you had no other choice but to race one another in the airport to catch the final minutes of boarding in the plane, as everyone for the team was waiting for you two to show up being anxious that you might as well completely miss the plane.
“This is so not fair!” You yelled from way back at Sebastian, “How are you so fast on your feet too?!” You breathlessly inquired trying to catch your now future husband from behind watching him running backwards so Sebastian could only tease you more.
“Two times World Champion, baby!” Sebastian mocked with a laugh, shouting back at you very much for your audience to confusingly look at two grown-up ass people racing in the middle of the airport.
Seventeen years had passed since that very first moment, Anne was born and now wanted to date, and you gave Sebastian the family he had always desired for which he build the most astonishing home hid in between the threes. But then again, nothing lasts forever and the memories that you two had was all that reminded somewhere locked in the back of your minds and sorrowful chests.
Reality kicked in with age and time, and as much as you would have wanted to remain the lovebirds that you were at seventeen, twenty and twenty-five, Sebastian wanted to race still, while you were at home all the time within your own little troubled writer head while trying to be a good example of a mother for a teenager without Sebastian’s presence most of the times – and things went downhill once your husband decided to stay in Formula 1 for as much as possible, having the hopes of winning championships in shitty cars and even more shitty teams, while you needed him home.
present
You were now thinking about the same memories three years later after your split, both thinking about all the things that you could have mended for your relationship – no matter how harsh it has become after twenty-five years of being together. People do break up and split all the time, and yet neither you nor Sebastian would have ever thought that that moment will come when you were running to catch that plane after what was a promising discussing about what future held for both of you.
“That is exactly how it felt for me too, Y/N.” Sebastian then replied, “A wave of energy floating.” He smiled, stretching his arms ahead as he knew that you were needing a warm familiar embrace too after the talk at the dinner table and every memory that followed, “Come here love, for the good old time’s sake.” Your ex-husband replied, and you followed suit making yourself the usual room at the man’s chest while your hands wrapped around his waist so his could firmly stroke your back while taking your whole scent in.
You were both on verge of crying, and yet hearing’s Anne steps from downstairs made the cries turn into soft sobs. You reminded hugged still as Anne stopped at the kitchen’s entrance being pleasured in surprising her parents that close after years of you and Sebastian not showing any physical affection in front of her not to get her hopes of you two getting back together even higher than they already were. You were not ready to let go yet, and so was Anne of her hopes that you two were getting back together.
Somewhere in the back of your minds, right then and there – the possibility of that happening grew, and as you welcomed your daughter into the embrace quickly after she made her first steps into the room, there was no doubt that the type of love books are written about was still there flickering in the warmness of your hug.
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LULU!! How do you think snv characters would react to a s/o, usually not very into pda, kissing them in front of someone?? (Their friends) let me kiss confucius in front of the sages or of his disciples, in the name of the lord
Do what you want with it, pour all the love our sweeties deserve out!! Snv has amazing but so underrated characters :(
Awwwww! I loved it a lot, so I decided to take my time and let my fantasy go wild… hope you like the result!
A Kiss To Build A Dream On
Victims: Confucius; Bishamonten; Shiva
Warnings: none
Confucius
You snort once, and immediately after again, supporting your head with one hand to keep it from rolling to the ground from boredom. Once again you were deceived; once again you have fallen into the trap that Confucius wove with great wisdom, and now you find yourself in the middle of another long, slow meeting of philosophers, wondering why it always has to end like this: why the big eyes of the man you call husband convince you every time, why you always have to be weak in front of the bright smile with which he runs to you to greet you after five minutes of not seeing each other, why you melt in his arms and let your reputation as an inflexible and severe divinity falter. Damn it, just his voice makes you tremble, let alone seeing that ray of sunshine rush with the joy of children and knowing that he is doing it for you…
«Y/N! Come, Y/N, they want to meet you here!»
You curse to yourself for the umpteenth time, then barely raise your gaze to meet that of Confucius, enthusiastic as always as he jumps around you like a little bird and pulls you by the arm to get you up from the seat you call home for a few hours, and you dramatically throw your head back. «Confucius, my love, no…»
«Please! I promise I won’t embarrass you, I just want to introduce my heart to my friends!»
You look back at the human with half-closed eyes, then hint at a smile that could soon become a grin. «Hmmm… really?»
Confucius sweetly smiles at you when he sees you get up from the seat, he intertwines his fingers with yours while he gives you a light kiss on the cheek and then leads you with him, towards a group of people who are creating infernal chaos and who, obviously, can only be his friends.
«Here we are! So, I―»
This time, you are faster than the young man; and when you grab his face and trap his lips with yours, you feel him stiffen against you. Even if your eyes are closed, you know that Confucius is staring at you in disbelief and confusion, not understanding what is happening: his always strict love… kissing him in front of everyone? WHAT NEW IS THIS?
You smile at his reactions and deepen the kiss even more, letting go of his face to caress the nape of his neck and back, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing his body against yours, preventing him from running away. Oh no, Confucius will stay here with you now, you have captured him and you will not let him go before you have made him suffer everything you have in mind.
«Lov― love?», the philosopher murmurs, his eyes wide open and his face completely red, when you break away from his lips to let him breathe; and you laugh at his indescribably funny expression, then lick the tip of his nose. «Hmmm, you’re always so good⁓ I want to have more of it!», you comment, biting his cheek immediately afterwards and making him squeal. «Y/N! Not in front of everyone!»
«But Confucius, you are attracting everyone’s attention, just like you wanted❤️»
«It’s your fault!»
You laugh again, then lift him into your arms like a puppy and throw him over your shoulder. «Really? Oh my, I’ll have to make it up to you then! Come, let’s go think of a way to do this», you exclaim before turning, waving everyone goodbye and leaving the meeting with your prey in the clutches, triumphant.
Well, it seems like the day has taken a funnier turn now…
Bishamonten
«Benzaiten, I’m about to get angry! Watch out for yourself!»
«And what should I do about it? What do I have to do with your problems?"
«Listen to her! Come here, then, don’t run away!»
«Hey, do you want to be quiet for a bit, you two? You’ve been going on for hours, stop it!»
You raise your eyes from the cloak you are repairing and observe with a smile Benzaiten, Ebisu and Hoteison arguing and bickering with each other as usual, and then giggling as you notice the goddess leaving her two companions behind to go to Jurojin, quietly sitting in the middle of a meadow, jump around his neck to hug him and start tormenting him with a flower, chased by Ebisu’s curses and invectives. Since you have been with them, your days have become decidedly more lively: the quiet of the priesthood in the temple of the Seven Gods of Fortune is far away, the silence is an illusion that the arrival of the same divinities to which you were consecrated has taken away… and now, now there is a completely different existence before you. But for this, you only have to thank the divinity standing next to you, immobile staring at the growing chaos of the gods he leads, his gaze severe and inflexible. Dear Bishamonten… sometimes you feel compassion when you see him confront his gods and only temporarily put a stop to their screams; and sometimes you really can’t help but smile, always for the same reason. It is your family, after all.
Today, however, it is almost without realizing it that you make a movement to the side and sit closer to him, resting your head against his side and softly rubbing your cheek against it in an attempt to comfort him. Out of the corner of your eye you see the god turn his head and stare at you up and down with an indecipherable expression, and you purposely raise yours to meet his eyes and smile at him. The next second, without you knowing anything but only that you want it, you want it so much, you stand up and throw your arms around his neck, then leave a slow, long kiss on his lips.
At that same moment, all discussion ends and silence falls around you, and you have to make an enormous effort not to burst out laughing or stare at Bishamonten’s face, which is now stiffer than ever and has even stopped breathing, or that of the other divinities, petrified as they stare at you in the most unthinkable expressions. You don’t go back to your work, it is impossible now: you sit back calmly and wait for the world to implode, accepting everything that comes next, and you sigh as if you have just freed yourself of a great weight.
It is Benzaiten who takes care of bringing everyone back to normality, and she does it in a big way. «I want a kiss from Y/N too! Me too!!», screams the goddess, abandoning an astonished Jurojin to run to you and jump on top of you without thinking twice. You laugh and willingly fall under the body of your lady, who begins to kiss all over your face and hugs you tightly while bursting out laughing herself and complimenting you on the bold action, as well as adding comments of a less innocent nature; next to you, Bishamonten is still stuck in his immobility and doesn’t shake even when you caress his arm and smile at him with all the sweetness you are capable of, your face as red as he is. Since neither of you is the most open person in showing affection, especially in front of everyone, today’s gesture will need to be explained in private... and when the god gets up and turns to you, you can’t help but feel a familiar shiver take over your legs and make you look away while biting your lips.
A great fortune is about to come your way… perhaps.
Shiva
Rain, rain and more rain. The season you hate has come, and no one, not even the gods, can escape it. Damn.
«Are you cold, little lotus? Come here…»
You smile slightly as Shiva hugs you from behind, holding you close to his chest as if he wanted to incorporate you into it, and you half close your eyes as you feel his heart beating against your back and resonating within your own body. For a moment, the humidity and fearful weather move away from you, and even the sound of drops on the roof of the building breaks into a different melody, while the glass in the room instantly dries out and a ray of sunshine begins to make its way through the heavy cloak of clouds.
«Don’t choke Y/N, love!»
Parvati’s voice is as sweet as a caress and as gentle as her laugh, and it makes you smile more as soon as it reaches you; you also hear Durga giggling while Kali murmurs something in a whispering voice, then it is the Goddess of War who speaks again: «Dear, Shiva doesn’t leave you alone for a moment, eh? Honey, Y/N was supposed to be all for us today!»
In fact, you should have been alone with the god’s wives, because all four of you had decided to spend the day among yourselves, to talk and get to know each other more, since it wasn’t long ago that Shiva brought you in the palace and married you; but the Lord of Destruction decided otherwise and slipped into the room with his normal confidence, and now all his arms are wrapped around you and you couldn’t escape from him even if you wanted to.
«I don’t think I’ll ruin your day if I cuddle Y/N for a while! Come on, at least let me give you a kiss! Another one!»
You giggle as soon as you feel Shiva’s lips resting on your head and instinctively lean more against him, humming from the sweetness of feeling his mouth on you. You observe the world around you one more time, so you take his hand and, to his surprise, now you are the one leaving a kiss on it.
At that point, the god tenses his face to better observe what you are doing, and you catch him off guard again by raising your head and shooting upwards, so this time it is his mouth that is trapped by yours. The gesture surprises even yourself, because you usually don’t do any of these things in the presence of someone else, so you blush and quickly withdraw, biting his lip slightly and moving your gaze elsewhere.
«Hmmm… I like it! Do it again⁓»
You blush even more, and Shiva laughs in his deep, low, vibrant tone. Like a tiger, he remains motionless and awaits your movements before striking, but you only notice this when his hands open a little and free you, and his eyes narrow in a sly expression. «Oh, so the dove wants to play…», the god murmurs with a smirk when you take a step forward and detach yourself from his person, only to be followed closely by him.
Parvati, Kali and Durga don’t say anything, however they look at each other and smile with a knowing look, especially when you and Shiva start playing and you step back, your cheeks still red but from the excitement and the desire to tease him without, if possible, succumbing easily.
«You say, Great Shiva? Oh, how unfortunate», you murmur, changing angles and backing towards the door, glancing at his wives and grinning in response to their gazes.
Shiva is about to leap and reach you, but Parvati and Kali are faster and attach themselves to his legs, blocking him temporarily; Durga, on the other hand, opens the door in front of you, giving you a light push and patting your shoulder. «Run, Y/N, run with all your might! Don’t let him win!», she urges you while you respond with a laugh and start running along the corridors of the building, making the most of the advantage you have been given.
«Eeeh? Hey, this is unfair to your husband! We’ll talk about it later, my queens… but now, if you’ll excuse me, I have someone to hunt… Y/N! Y/N, where are you? Come on, don’t be so shy, your husband needs you!»
You chuckle in response, trying not to make too much noise, and formulate the next move in your plan. Who knows if Shiva will be convinced until the end that he is the hunter, or will he eventually begin to believe he is the prey…
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some general s62 (+kakucho) headcanons for the soul
➼ Outside of gang matters, Ran is actually really nice to the average person! Most of all, he’s a great listener. He’s that person who holds eye contact, nods along, reacts accordingly to whatever you’re telling him, and always knows what to say. You always feel that he gets you. The things you say affect him. He cares. Since he’s a gang member and people tend to be wary of him, he adjusts his way of speaking and body language to make them feel more comfortable with him.
➼ After discovering his heritage, Izana sought the Filipino community in Tokyo. A group of Filipino moms and titas found him and they would dote on him whenever he would visit. They would feed him, call him handsome, teach him Tagalog, and tell him all about the Philippines. They’ve tried helping him find his mother, but he didn’t really have enough information on her. They wanted to adopt him but Izana was already getting into crime and gang business at the time. He turned down the offer and never returned. They still wonder where he went.
➼ Shion reacts to women the same way as Hakkai. Now, this guy talks big. He brags about getting all these girls to the others (they just don’t believe a word of it). In reality, he’s hopeless. All the stories are exaggerated or just straight-up fake. Sure, he’s got the looks and the bad boy image and some people like that, but he’s about as charming as an unwashed potato. They just end up thinking he’s weird or creepy (and let’s be real, being a delinquent further lowers his chances.) Usually, he ends up saying something embarrassing. Sometimes, he just freezes. So yes, basically, the way Shion Madarame fares in flghting is the same way he fares in the flirting game.
➼ Mochi’s weak for cute things. He might be this big brutish villain in the manga, but please also think of Mochi being the most gentle with kittens, puppies, and babies. Out of S62, he might just be the best with kids. Despite being a big scary delinquent, Moms in his neighborhood would have no problems entrusting their kids to Mochi. He makes them laugh, buys them lollipops, and carries them on his shoulders. Very big bro/dad material. He wouldn’t really tell anyone, but he has entertained the idea of having his own family someday. But with the life he leads, he understands–no, knows that he might not have it at all.
➼ Rindo went through this phase of only consuming the most obscure, unheard of media he could possibly find. (”I’m not like other delinquents”) It was something he took pride in. At age 14/15, he was at that phase in life where he wanted to reject anything mainstream. Probably looked down on people for not having heard of this one arthouse indie film he brought up. He never shared his interests with others either. Tried so hard not to like anything his brother liked as well (for a time, because their tastes grew to be pretty similar). He’s long grown out of it, but Ran would sometimes bring it up to make Rindo cringe.
➼ The “dad” of the gang is definitely Mucho. He’s always the one to remind others not to get too reckless or show off too much. “Less flashy displays, more fighting” (looking at you, Haitani brothers). He looks after everyone’s health too, telling them to eat healthy, drink water, and get enough sleep like a mother would. When the others are dealing with personal struggles, they can also count on him for sound advice. [S62 going to Mucho for advice, arranged from most to least frequent: Kakucho, Mochi, Shion, Ran, Rindou, Izana.] Kakucho and Mochi would ask for advice. Shion would never admit that he needs help but Mucho would know he needs it. Ran and Rindou would go to each other first, but would sometimes go to Mucho too. Izana only ever asked once.
➼ Kakucho is a reader. He used to read whatever he could get his hands on back at the orphanage—usually children’s books and newspapers. As he got older, he found a hobby in collecting secondhand books. He prefers realism over fantasy, though he has a soft spot for fantasy stories with kingdoms, knights and kings. Overall, he’s not very picky about what he reads. A book would have to be outrageously bad for him to drop it. Everyone who knows him well enough is aware of this interest, but something he won’t tell others about is his love for poetry. So you know, just a secret between us—I think he writes some of his own in his free time.
#izana kurokawa#ran haitani#rindou haitani#shion madarame#kakucho#mochizuki kanji#yasuhiro muto#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers headcanons#tenjikubaby
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Warning! Post Contains: Past Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Blood, Bullet, Bullet Wound, and Flesh.
Finally finished my drawing of Otsana! I’m kinda proud of this one, so this is her memory before she joined the Ministry. Also, I wanted to do some animal eye shine on Otsana, to show that she isn’t human… well she kinda is, but we all know she is a werewolf. (Also: I really thought that it would be cool ;-;)
From her childhood to now as an adult! Girl had a rough time as you’ll see, before going into the post I will paste the warning one last time before y’all see.
For now, I do hope you enjoy!
Warning! Post Contains: Past Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Blood, Bullet, Bullet Wound, and Flesh.
“Ever since I could remember… if I can remember… as a child, my transformation has been a painful process. Yet… I felt more afraid while I was transforming, my pain was there of course… but I felt panicked? As if I wasn’t suppose to transform, but as a child, I didn’t have full control of it like today. Unfortunately, that’s all I can remember there… or so I thought.”
“My teen years are also foggy, but I found myself alone and feeling my primal urge to kill anything I see just to eat for my survival… so I allowed it in willingly… by the stars I deeply regret it, to this day it brought me fear upon feeling myself being thrown to the side and watched myself rip and shred an animal just to devour it… I vowed to make sure I eat before I do my part for the Ministry.”
“My final memory…. Oh…. I thought the man succeed in killing me… then again I… I did chase him and his children. I don’t remember their faces, but I remember his rifle pointed close-range at me… and fired. The burning… the pain… ahh… thankfully I was able to heal it off, kinda, but I didn’t want to be there. I was able to escape to treat my wound… now as a scar to make sure I remember that very day, and to never mess up… that’s all I could really remember…”
“I believe I got enough money to move into the United Kingdom, just so I can start fresh and away from people… yet I and the Ministry crossed paths, and now the rest is history. Sadly, no matter how hard the Ministry tries to make me forget EVERYTHING from my past, only my full name and three pieces of my memory remains…”
“I put myself under Marmalisation to make sure to keep myself in check, as well as my wolf-side in check. I don’t want to bring harm to a soul, unless I have no choice if my life is in danger. The times I use it is for intimidation, locking my patience in place, locate anyone who is hiding, boosting my hypnosis, and of course… combat if needed. In my stay however, I developed a second way of hypnotism or stunning a group. I’ve painted white and yellow spots on my gray fur, and preformed ether a small dance or shake myself to flash my spots out. Creating a mesmerizing effect. Surprisingly, it worked. Thus, I’ve became a living Stage 3 and 5 of Marmlisation, a very handy discovery.”
“My name is Otsana Risa, I am one of the head Scientists and Hypnotist for the Ministry of Joy and The Sanctuary. I am a being that holds a secret that only the Higher Ups of the Ministry or my trusted Colleagues know… People call my kind Werewolves, Dogmen, or Lycans. I don’t care what they call me… except the words “Pup” or “Puppy”… I find them annoying… as if they are calling me weak. I. Am. Not…”
#the smiler#the smiler alton towers#alton towers the smiler#the smiler oc#ministry of joy#the ministry of joy#alton towers#alton towers oc#theme park ocs#smiling advocate#eternal echoes#eternal smiles
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He is a caretaker, he is sunshine
Pairing: Wally Darling x Caretaker!Male reader
Part 2 (part 2 was also adopted)
Illustrated Au, I kinda ended up adopting two more fics because I'm kinda weak but I did make some changes to adapt it to my writing style! Picture done by @doueiie
After hearing that a new person would be joining taking care of the children at ‘Welcome homes daycare’ everyone was buzzing, staff and children alike are excited to meet their new friend.
But no one was even cose to being as excited as Wally Darling. He didn’t show his excitement as much as the more livelier of the staff did but on the inside he was practically bouncing off the walls. He had seen the guy come in for the interview and he instantly caught Wally eye with you light yellow jumper and those rainbow sleeves of his black shirt. Wally thought that the guy was incredibly cute and he loved the colour yellow and Wally himself was yellow which meant the guy would like him quite quickly.
Once he caught wind of the guy soon to be arrival Wally was already practicing how he would introduce himself, either in the mirror or to random objects. The children giggled when the puppet stood with his hand out introducing himself to the potted plants scattered around the daycare.
The moment the guy walked in he was desperate to become his friend but the sea of tiny children gathering around his feet became troublesome, he supposed he had to just wait his turn with a pouty look on his face although no-one could tell since his face was stuck in his signature smile.
Once the kids lost interest after a dragonfly was spotted outside Wally took that as the perfect moment to strike, ready to walk up to the guy who sported a soft smile on his face with friendly charm and confidence but, the second the guy made eye contact with those beautiful eyes with him no words came out of his wide mouth. He was lost in a trance at your kind and inviting smile and at this rate he would lose his title of friendliest staff but he wouldn’t even be sour about it because he himself felt so at peace just by the way you smiled.
The guy had a slight tilt in his head and his expression shifted into a more confused but equally sincere expression and with that Wally was quick to recover and introduce himself.
"Well hello new neighbour! I am Wally, Wally Darling! I look forward to working with you," said Wally happily while putting his hand out, the guy smiled which made Wally blush softly.
"It’s nice to meet you Wally, I am M/n," M/n said while he himself reached out to shake Wally extended hand and he was quick to reciprocate shaking M/n's hand very enthusiastically, any harder and he would have thought that Wally was swinging his arm as if it were a skipping rope but now looking back at it he probably was.
After being introduced to the rest of the group and nearly being crushed by a giant hug from Barnaby, M/n got to work straight away. Taking care of the children, stopping any little squabbles over toys and reassuring Wally he was okay and didn’t need any help putting away the toys the children lost interested in.
That day M/n thought was more of entertaining Wally instead of the kids, although he wasn't complaining since he was very nice company and very handsome but he was indeed following M/n around like a lost puppy asking every question known to a cartoon man was probably not what his job was.
It got to the point even some of the children were starting to get jealous of Wally, each kiddo wanting M/n attention but not wanting to be rude and ignore his questions. After a while with all the questions about hobbies, interests and food preferences Wally was sure that M/n and himself were best friends, he was so delighted until he was snacked in the face with the realisation that M/n had finished his shift and had to go home but all it took was for M/n to flash him a kind smile and telling him softly that you’d see him tomorrow was all it took for his sadness to be gone.
"Maybe he should make you a drawing"
Tag list of the adopted post:
@xllisa @thesmilingface
#welcome home#wally darling x male reader#wally darling x reader#Tiredly Jackie writes#Tiredly Jackie adopt
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Yeonjun Biggest Mistake
Masterlist
Author Note: Happy New Year to you all! Let’s start off the year with some TXT content! Happy Reading!!
It is the end of the year, Soobin annual MC award is coming up. Which always leads to the same argument of Yeonjun begging Soobin, not to go. As he gets lonely without Soobin but Soobin was determined to go. Soobin felt bad for Yeonjun and decided to him invite to the award show as his plus one. Which without doubt, Yeonjun accepted happily.
However, Soobin is worried that someone needs to look after the kids mainly the two youngest. Yeonjun bumped into Beomgyu and he immediately asked if wants to be in charge (he was the first person that a yeonjun saw). Which beomgyu happily said yes!
Will Beomgyu actually look after his siblings? Or will bring choas to his youngest brother?
Soobin and Yeonjun private chat 
Today 18:00
Soobin🍞: Yeonjun hunny, stop being mad at Beomgyu. I have already forgiven him
Yeonjun🐯: You are weak for his puppy eyes! He only does it, so he doesn’t get grounded! You spoil him too much! I won’t surrender to him!!
Soobin🍞: He is really sorry…he even made us food!
Yeonjun🐯: Likewise, Soobinie you need to toughen up! The kids bully you the most as you are so soft on them!
Soobin🍞: At least, I don’t hit our children with a belt!
Yeonjun🐯: How did you found out-
Soobin🍞: Beomgyu filmed it, when you chased Kai with the belt. I don’t know why, he would do that but good thing he did!!
Yeonjun🐯: That Beomgyu…
Soobin🍞: If you forgive Beomgyu, I will pretend that the belt incident never happend 😊
Now why is Beomgyu getting in trouble, leading him to use his special powers on the parents. Mainly Soobin…now let’s have flashback the yesterday afternoon
Yesterday
Soobin and Yeonjun private chat
Today 15:00
Yeonjun🐯: Soobinnie, you really have to go? You know that award show, I barely see you these days
Soobin🍞: Yeonjun hunny, you know that it is important! Lots of people are depending on my mc skills~
Yeonjun🐯: Can’t you skip? This year and do it next year!
Soobin🍞: You know, I never miss it! It’s a tradition can’t let the people down! I have given so much for you! Don’t be so unreasonable
Soobin🍞: Hey, why don’t you come with me to award show? And watch me MC? Maybe I can ask the producer, to give a small dance segment, even though it is so last mins
Yeonjun🐯: Oh my gosh, yes yes!! I would love to go, also don’t bother with the dance segment! I haven’t even practiced, don’t wanna embarrass myself
Yeonjun🐯: It was so embarrassing, when my pants ripped on stage 3 years ago. I have trauma
Soobin🍞: Good thing, it was dark! No one can see that!!
Soobin🍞: Now are you happy?
Yeonjun🐯: Yes very happy!!
Yeonjun🐯: Hang on a secs, whose gonna look after the kids?
Soobin🍞: Maybe Jaemin from downstairs can look after them?
Yeonjun🐯: ABSOLUTELY NOT! I heard he kidnapped Kai before and refused to give him back. Kai have to runaway from their old home. The risk is high…
Yeonjun🐯: Hang on, I will ask the kids to be in charge!
A few second later
Yeonjun🐯: I asked Beomgyu, to be in charge. He seems to be responsible enough
Soobin🍞: Are you sure? You should trust Beomgyu? What about Taehyun?
Yeonjun🐯: Beomgyu, is our only option! Soobinie, I told many times! Taehyun isn’t responsible, he appears to be!
Yeonjun🐯: NO ONE LAUGHS WHILIST STUDYING!
Soobin🍞: If things go wrong, you have yourself to blame!!
After Beomgyu convo with Yeonjun, he was over the moon. He got chosen to be the boss of the house! He can’t wait to boss ah I mean look his siblings, as he loves them sooo much. He can’t to express his joy to his brothers in the group chat.
TXT Sibling Trio Chat
Beomgyu👑: IM THE KING! OBEY ME SERVANTS!!
Taehyun😴: What? King?
Heuningkai🐧: Is beomgyu hyung, playing dress up?
Beomgyu👑: Not dress up! Appa gave me the power to look after you two, as Eomma and him are going to some award show!
Beomgyu👑: I cannot wait until tonight he he
Heuningkai🐧: What with the evil laugh? Taehyun hyung, I am scared-
Taehyun😴: Beomgyu is an idiot, we have nothing to fear. Come Kai, let’s watch some anime
Night, has struck the parents left for an award show. With a concerned Soobin, fearing Yeonjun really made a mistake.
Soobin: Eomma and Appa are leaving. Be good for you big brother Beomgyu!
Soobin gave each of the kids a hug before he left as well with an impatient Yeonjun at the door. After the parents left, Beomgyu turned to Kai and Taehyun, and gave them a smirk.
Beomgyu: Somone make me ramen
Taehyun: You do it yourself, you have legs
Beomgyu: I didn’t make myself clear, make me ramen or else I will Eomma that you aren’t really studying. The disappointment tut tut
Taehyun: We made pact! You promised, to not snitch to Eomma!
Taehyun: That playing dirty!
Beomgyu gave a shrug and made gesture to the kitchen. Which Taehyun has no choice to obliged.
Taehyun: *mumbling* I will make it extra salty, maybe it can ward of that evilness of him
Beomgyu: I heard that! You better make it nice or else I will make you make it again
Whilst Taehyun was busy making beomgyu gourmet ramen. Kai is in his room, playing video games with penguin plush at the side. Until beomgyu barges in and demanded that Kai should give him the penguin to plush to him. For his ‘makeover’ (it never ends well..it normally leads Kai plush losing some it’s stuffing)
Beomgyu: Kai~ Can you please give your penguin plush to me~
Heuningkai: *glances* No, it’s brand new! I don’t want you to give it another makeover!
Beomgyu: Appa…put me in charge! Listen to your hyung!!
Heuningkai: No you a big bully! Who always steal my plush
After Kai said it, Beomgyu immediately swiped Kai penguin plush from Kai’s grip. Ran away whilist laughing evilly. With Kai at his heels saying ‘Give my plush back’
2 hours of hell for Kai and Taehyun
Taehyun and Kai Private Chat
Heuningkai🐧: Hyung! I’m scared to leave your room! Beomgyu won’t stop demanding things!
Taehyun😴: He is blackmailing us…well me to do whatever he wants. Whoever gave him the power is stupid
Heuningkai🐧: My penguin, he is gonna colour his white belly, blue again
Taehyun😴: I can hear him, setting up a flour bomb outside my room
Taehyun😴: My back aches, for having to Pugh back him everywhere around the house
Heuningkai🐧: I CAN’T STAND THIS ANY LONGER! How much longer until Eomma and Appa are coming home?
Taehyun😴: Another 3 hours or so
Heuningkai🐧: Can we hide downstairs? I don’t care, if I am not able to leave. This is better then having to be bossed by beomgyu
Taehyun😴: Fine, let’s go!
Without hesitation, Kai opened the door and floor has rained on him like snow (he forgot about the flour trap). Which leads little laugh from Taehyun
Heuningkai: When did this happened?
Taehyun: *trying not to laugh* this is why I Lear you go first. Haven’t been listening Beomgyu doing something outside the door
Heuningkai: Why is it quiet?
Kai and Taehyun quietly tip toed into the living room and they found a sleeping Beomgyu on the couch, hugging Kai plush with a blond wig on it
Heuningkai: *whispers* Thank god, he didn’t try to colour the bell this time
Taehyun: *whispers* Come on, let’s go!
Kai and Taehyun left their house, to visit the Dream house for their safety.
After the award show…
Kids we are home!
There was no answer
Yeonjun: Maybe they went to sleep?
Soobin: I take back what I said about beomgyu in charge. Look him sleeping holding his brother toy
The next day…
Soobin calls the kid for breakfast. Only see beomgyu appeared
Soobin: Beomgyu, where is Taehyun and Kai?
Beomgyu: That what I am forgetting, absolutely no clue where they are
Soobin: Yeonjun, check their rooms!
A few mins later, Yeonjun came back shaking his head.
Yeonjun: They are not in their room
Soobin: What? Beomgyu, are you sure you don’t know where they are?
Beomgyu shrugs and continue to scroll on his phone
Yeonjun: Maybe they went do something
Soobin gave Yeonjun the side eye: If they doing an activity Beomgyu wouldn’t be here
Soobin: Why do I have bad feeling about this…
Yeonjun: Weridly enough, I saw some flours outside Taehyun door as well dust towards the door
Soobin immediately glared at Beomgyu, knowing it was him who did it.
Soobin: Yeonjun get the bat, let’s collect our kids from there. Beomgyu you stay put!
An hour later, the parents collected the two brothers, who told them everything about what happened with Beomgyu, and how they ended up there. Luckily enough Kai didn’t get hurt, as he managed to scare chenle and jisung thinking he was a ghost.
End of flashback
Soobin and Yeonjun private chat
Yeonjun🐯: You can’t do this to me! That is like blackmailing
Soobin🍞: I told you, this is a bad idea to ask Beomgyu. Never trust him. The only person is realiable is Taehyun
Soobin🍞: Now fix the mess, you cause
Yeonjun🐯: Fine…I let home get away this time! Can you please that belt incident, I just got a tad a bit mad
Soobin🍞: I will forget until I see you forgiven Beomgyu 😊
#kpop#kpop au#au#text au#txt moa#txt heuningkai#txt beomgyu#txt taehyun#txt soobin#txt yeonjun#txt au#txt reactions#txt#moa txt#kpop imagines#kpop reactions#kpop reaction
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Your zabrak worldbuilding soo good *^*
What do you think about child zabraks?
In my imagine they are really playful (constant friendly/brotherly wrestling between them) and mischevious rascals. But in the other hand they are really clingy (especially when they small), but it isn't change so much in they teenager years. (they are just bigger, but still want to do piggyback ride with anybody).
i don't know enough about iridonia to comment on zabraks there, so i'll focus on dathomirian zabrak/nightbrother headcanons.
zabraks are highly social beings, so i definitely see the children as clinging to each other in their youth. they're kept close at hand in the village when they're very young, and babies and toddlers are often carried everywhere, either in arms or, more commonly, stuck in a sling across someone's back.
being a nightbrother means waiting. waiting for duties to begin, waiting until you're old enough to train, waiting for the nightsisters to cull the weak and select your brethren to do their bidding, waiting to meet their god, brother death. with death as such a huge part of their lives and culture, i feel there would be a strong emphasis on enjoying life however they can. that means taking heart in their brotherhood, their community, their short time together.
so yes, when they aren't tasked with labor or other work for the nightsisters, the children are slipping away to play games and occupy their time. skinship is important among zabrak in general, but especially among the nightbrothers, so roughhousing, wrestling, shows of strength and feats of endurance, are all common activities, regardless of age. zabraks play rough with lots of affectionate (but sharp) biting, scratching, kicking, and throwing each other around. essentially, imagine the energy of a group of squirmy puppies with those sharp puppy teeth, chasing each other around, flopping on each other, sleeping in piles, and lovingly gnawing on ankles for attention.
this puppy behavior tends to end in their teens, because the work demanded of them, and the brutal scrutiny of the nightsisters, increases exponentially. they are expected to be productive, train as warriors, and develop discipline. that puppy energy is cooled* and funneled into hobbies and activities that can pass as work. in particular, metalwork, stonework, and jewelry-making become popular among teenage nightbrothers. enduring pain and adorning oneself in beautiful jewelry, shells, stones, and other objects are seen as status symbols and as a way to stunt and show your personality, so from a young age boys begin collecting beautiful objects and scraping for rare ore deposits.
*however, this camaraderie still exists between them, and sometimes the men engage in strength contests and competitions with one another. it's as competitive and serious as it is a bonding activity. they have specific words for rivalry-friendship, and "negative" relationships, like blackrom and kismesissitude. (yes, maul does consider kenobi his kismesis at one point.)
#being nightbrother feels inherently shitty and sad to me but i'm skirting some of that sadness in this hc lol#i genuinely think being a nightbrother is an incredibly hard life but there is joy there; in spite of pain; because that's how you survive#walkie talkie.#nightbrothers#zabraks#star wars headcanon#reference: star wars.#say what you want about homestuck but some of that relationship quadrant stuff was perfect#also thanks for asking! i'm loving these questions
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𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝟸𝟻; 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽.
josh axiom-hawkins.
the oldest of the hawkins clan josh has always been the quiet one though that never made him weak. he’s protective of his siblings and those around him. being part of fight club also made him brave. it was hard not to be when he had such strong willed people as his friends. while he doesn’t apologize for his existence anymore josh is still very much the the soft one of the group. opting to suffer in silence or in his words than letting someone see him crumble. josh became a successful author and is working on the fourth book in his lost galaxy series. although he’s the child of a famous parent and has found fame himself, josh prefers a life away from the spotlight. he’s been dating dante mcqueen for a while. he’s still not keen on marriage but he’ll happily spend the rest of his life with dante. ring or no ring.
INSPIRED BY : charlie spring ( heartstopper ) , todd anderson ( dead poets society ) , tamaki amajiki ( my hero academia ) , bill denbrough ( it ) , jonathan larson ( tick tick boom! ) , armin arlert ( attack on titan )
𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻
BIRTH NAME. joshua matthew axiom-hawkins / middle name changed to pollux when he was thirteen by the request of percy
NICKNAMES. josh, joshy
DATE OF BIRTH. september 12.
AGE. thirty
GENDER. cis male.
PRONOUNS. he/him
POWERS. chlorokinesis ( heavily swayed by his emotions, therefore josh tries not to feel too intense of emotions ). .
SEXUALITY. bisexual.
PLACE OF BIRTH. elias, california.
CURRENT RESIDENCE. elias, california.
OCCUPATION. author.
𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴
HEIGHT. 5'9"
BUILD. toned.
HAIR COLOUR/STYLE. dark brown // has some wave to it. ( X )
EYE COLOUR. blue.
PIERCINGS. n/a
TATTOOS. a d on his left ring finger he got as a wedding ring of sorts for dante, the number 2 to signify his birth order in fight club and a little boxing glove for fight club
NOTABLE MARKINGS. n/a
GLASSES/CONTACTS ? both, wears his glasses at home.
FACECLAIM. logan lerman.
VOICECLAIM. logan lerman. ( X )
𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷
PHYSICAL AILMENTS. none.
ALLERGIES. none.
SLEEPING HABITS. if he’s not writing a book he sleeps 8 hours. if he’s writing his sleep patterns are irregular.
EXERCISE HABITS. running is his exercise of choice.
BODY TEMPERATURE. he runs cold.
DOMINANT HAND. right.
DRUGS / SMOKE / ALCOHOL ? no / no / an occasional glass of wine
𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈
TROPES. adorkable, apologises a lot, beware the quiet ones, bookworm, heroic self-deprecation, loveable nerd, puppy dog eyes, the quiet one.
POSITIVE TRAITS. intelligent, compassionate, responsible, analytical, naturally curious, gentle
NEGATIVE TRAITS. anxious, self-conscious, fixated on improvement, perfectionist, reticent
USUAL MOOD. calm.
LIKES. books, space, fight club, nature ( trees !!! ), the color blue, quiet spaces, reading with rain in the background, being in the arms of dante, m&m’s, comics
DISLIKES. being touched by people he’s not comfortable with, loud noises, crowded areas, people invading his personal space.
BAD HABITS. keeping his problems in until they spill over. being a pushover
𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂
MOTHER. wally axiom.
FATHER. jim hawkins.
SIBLINGS. circe, asteria, andi and percy hawkins.
CHILDREN. carolina mcqueen.
BIRTH ORDER. first of five children // only child between wally & oliver spade.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER. dante mcqueen, boyfriend. let’s be honest they’re practically husbands without the official paperwork.
CLOSEST FRIENDS. asher pendragon, ben teague, kieran adastra, claire teague, kion santucci & dusty duck
𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂
ZODIAC SIGN. virgo.
MBTI. infj.
TEMPERAMENT. melancholic.
HOGWARTS HOUSE. hufflepuff.
MORAL ALIGNMENT. neutral good.
𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂 & 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂
LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, spanish & french
DRIVE ? yes.
JUMP START A CAR ? no.
CHANGE A FLAT TIRE ? yes.
RIDE A BICYCLE ? yes.
SWIM ? yes.
PLAY AN INSTRUMENT ? no.
PLAY CHESS ? yes.
BRAID HAIR ? yes.
TIE A TIE ? yes.
PICK A LOCK ? no.
SEW ? no.
COMPASSION. 9/10.
EMPATHY. 8/10.
CREATIVITY. 10/10.
MENTAL FLEXIBILITY. 9/10.
PASSION. 8/10.
LUCK. 5/10.
MOTIVATION. 9/10.
EDUCATION. 10/10.
INTELLIGENCE. 9/10.
CHARISMA. 5/10.
REFLEXES. 5/10.
WILLPOWER. 9/10.
STAMINA. 10/10.
PHYSICAL STRENGTH. 10/10.
BATTLE SKILL. 9/10.
INITIATIVE. 10/10.
RESTRAINT. 8/10.
STRATEGY. 7/10.
TEAM WORK. 8/10.
( PINTEREST, HIS TAG, PLAYLIST. )
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A male stripper whose acts include “Brony,” a fetishized take on a My Little Pony character Harlow describes as “very dirty,” and “Woof!” — a leather-puppy inspired BDSM striptease” would not be my first choice for a children’s a “sing-along cabaret”. But then I won’t call a cabaret child friendly anyway.
A male stripper will be hosting a children’s event at a museum in Scotland, prompting concern from parents as debates around child safeguarding continue to get more heated.
The Stirling Smith Museum and Art Gallery in Stirling, Scotland has announced a “sing-along cabaret” targeted at children under the age 12. But the show, which promises “mesmerizing storytelling” and fun-filled Disney tunes, is being hosted by a performer who is usually seen at venues that are anything but child-friendly.
Under the ABC, set to be held on October 14, is being presented by Tom Harlow — a male burlesque dancer and stripper. The Stirling’s website states Harlow will appear as a “not so little mermaid” and sing for children as well as read them “alternative and empowering fairytales.”
Under the ABC is Harlow’s own production, having created it in 2019 under the moniker Mermaid Tom. That year, he performed at The Savings Bank in Glasgow for children under the age of 10. In 2020, the event was online-only due to the COVID-19 lockdowns, but in 2021 The Stirling retained Harlow as part of a summer lineup during their August Family Garden Party.
In the past, Harlow has presented his Under the ABC production as being co-hosted by the “Salty Sea Men,” even in the events aimed at children.
Harlow advertises his “Mermaid Tom” character on his website as being available for birthday parties and other events. His costume is often comprised of a mermaid tail and bare chest, with his nipples being covered by glittery pasties. In the last iteration of Under the ABC, Harlow included a bra as part of the outfit.
Also on his website are his adult characters and performances. Among them are “Brony,” a fetishized take on a My Little Pony character Harlow describes as “very dirty,” and “Woof!” — a leather-puppy inspired BDSM striptease.
In another act, titled “Man’s World,” Harlow describes his performance as an “intoxicating blend of glamour and filth, sleaze and classic striptease that will leave you slack jawed, weak at the knees and yelling MORE PLEASE!”
Many of the videos on Harlow’s website are age-restricted and require viewers to log-in to their YouTube accounts to verify they are over 18 before being allowed to watch.
Since word of Harlow’s performance at The Stirling has begun to circulate, some organizations have tried to get the show cancelled citing safeguarding concerns.
UFT Scotland, which was created at the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic in response to school closures, was first to have drawn attention to Harlow’s show last week on social media.
On Twitter, the group revealed that parents who had tried to voice their concerns about the event on The Stirling’s Facebook page had their comments quickly deleted. They added that the museum had been dismissing critical comments as “bots.”
“Tom Harlow is a sex performer with easily accessible, highly sexually explicit online content. The Smith Museum is platforming this sex performer with his “not so little merman” innuendo show to children. Children will look him up online. This is a safeguarding issue,” UFT Scotland tweeted yesterday.
In response to UFT’s vocal campaign to have the show cancelled, Harlow has been encouraging his Instagram followers to mass-report their Facebook page, which has over 14,000 members.
“Merman Tom was created to bring joy with singing and simple storytelling to children, and they are trying to ruin it and it honestly breaks my heart. I put a lot of myself into what I create and to see people twisting it like this cuts deep,” Harlow wrote in the Instagram call-to-action.
This is far from the first time an adult performer has been invited to host a children’s event in the United Kingdom.
On February 22, Hollymount Primary School in South London hosted drag queen Dolly Trolley as part of its diversity week events.
Parents were not informed the drag queen would be coming to the school, but after news broke it quickly became known that Trolley was also a burlesque performer whose acts were often x-rated.
#UK#scotland#stirling#The Stirling Smith Museum and Art Gallery#Protect children#Why are there so many drag events for kids popping up recently?
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I have a feeling that for most smaller mer species that if they go in groups they wouldn't care if one of their own got stuck or hurt and would just leave them behind (such as in my latest ask) because survival of the fittest. Injured mers or sick mers would just cause them to be slower if they tried to help, even if its a small child who is the one injured. For larger species of mer it may not be the same cause they are larger and stronger.
for the way I view the different species of mer in my mind this is partially true. There are other things that factor in such as the differences in paternal instincts between predatory mer and prey mer.
Predatory mer have very strong paternal instincts, willing to die to defend thier children and this has led them to adopting abandoned prey mer children before...that is if some other predatory creature like regular sea animals don't find the child first.
For prey mer, the instinct is not as strong, except for the few rare individuals who have the same level of parents instincts as predatory mer, for the average prey mer, similar some other prey species, have no problem abandoning/sacrificing their children if it means they will live longer.
This is mostly due to breeding rates, predatory mer have at most, 4-5 children, born from 4-5 eggs with the exception of twins. While prey mer, will lay around 1000 eggs, not all of said eggs will hatch either due to not being properly fertilized, predator animals eating the eggs or some other environmental factors. That being said they still have enough kids that leaving a single one behind, (whether the child be weak, trapped, or sick) is not seen as an issue to them.
But funnily enough this can lead to predatory mer having more than just thier normal 4-5 due to them seeing these prey children alone, instantly imprinting on them and going "my child" or "my baby", if this predator mer already has children and said children are the ones to spot the other child first they'll recognize that this tiny creature is another child, thier underdeveloped instincts telling them that this prey mer child is "tiny friend I need to protect"
Which will lead to the adult mer Pred to imprinting on the abandoned, weak, or sick prey mer child, from there the result is the same with a little variation, prey mer child is now their child and for the Pred children prey mer child is now tiny sibling.
This funnily enough causing a sort of symbiotic bond to form leading the prey mer to grow up to act not like their normal species but as instantly recognized by most predatory mer as "cleaner fish" even if the prey mer is not an actual species of cleaner fish, this is however a behavioral marker, not a physical one and some of the more ravenous mer may still eat them despite recognizing the behavioral markers.
For the one who won't they'll go for the fish around the cleaner mer, ignore them but may come back after they've had their fill to get the "cleaner fish" mer to help them out a bit, picking bones from teeth, helping remove damaged scales and such. They will also travel with this cleaner fish for a while before said cleaner fish decides to go off on their own.
There are also times where the symbiotic prey mer once grown will just travel with their larger Pred siblings sometimes switching which sibling they are traveling with when crossing paths with another of their predator siblings which makes the prey mer not only a "cleaner fish" but a living link who will update whichever sibling they're traveling with on how thier other siblings they've been switching between have been since the tiny prey sibling has seen them last.
Predatory mer will also adopt child creatures that are smaller than them (like in one au fic where sun will have a bunch of puppies and Moon will have a bunch of kittens) this includes any child they find a drift, whether it be from a ship rec, the child being swept out to sea, or a child who decided "I'm going to build a raft and go on an adventure" only to get lost at sea, sometimes very ill prepared to survive thier "adventure" and regretting trying to go on an adventure in the first place.
This is what sometimes leads more nomadic predatory mer to settle around seemingly abandoned island or some islands to have villages with the descendants of the original children and predatory mer having a sort of harmony where the predator mer will guard the humans boats. Most of these predatory mer have a sort of separate pouch in their bodies where they can store their you if in danger, there are some that do not but however found a way around that by using magical means, sometimes an enchanted item they've found, or by managing to find a spell from abandoned books long ago and sharing the knowledge with their children which is kept a secret and passed down their family line.
At least, that's how I have my world build set up for ocean predators and the prey species that they usually feed on.
...I think about these things alot because world building is fun.
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Clicked the link for you from that other anon 👍🏾
It highlighted how in the US at least, the number of people who call themselves Christians on these polls are falling faster. Active church membership has fallen below 50% for the first time. By 2070, of this trend keeps up, the Christian majority will disappear.
It’s interesting to read because as someone who grew up Christian many people who call themselves Christian and go to church aren’t really Christian, I believe real number of people who are Christ-like right now is very small. USAmerican Christians often have their priorities set to be more about their ego and nationalism than actually follow Christ’s word. Right now, when Christians make up about 65% of the country already, many are outspoken about how Jesus is too liberal and his message is too weak. They want some overly muscular tattooed warlord Jesus who loves guns, hates socialism and stands for nationalism. When at least in my mind he was a brown Palestinian man who loves to laugh, enjoy the beauty of gods creations, and loved to share the word of God. He didn’t ignore or condemned anyone regardless of their background or profession, because Gods word is for everyone to hear. He is pure and comfort. He wouldn’t separate women from the group for being women, and he wouldn’t ignore children. He gave his word and it was up for the people to decide to follow because God have us free will and wants us to follow him willingly, not under threat of violence.
Anyway, yeah, I hope more americans study more about the history of the world back then, I hope more people maybe learn the languages and understand the Bible instead of using it to be hateful. Then the numbers of christians in these polls would be better reflected
Also happy Easter 🙌🏾
For context, that anon was a Zionist hater/troll that was pissy at me for calling out genocide.
So in a typical Zionist fashion she tried to used those articles to mock Christianity. She really thought she did something by popping up those articles but she only exposed how slow she is because it's a well documented fact that Christianity is losing influence in the western world, while it's growing in developing countries, such as Africa and Asia..
It's very embarrassing to see people like her think the USA is a relevant compass to grasp the dynamic of the Church. Most Christians on this planet aren't Americans, let alone White or Westerner. This anon stunt screams typical yankee main character syndrome.
I always said that USAmericans Christian were the most degenerate flock of Christians and that we global Christians didn't claim them. Just today I crossed sword with Christians on TikTok about OSAS, and the lot of them didn't even know about the story or Ananias and Saphira. They either thought it was the old testament, when it's in the new one (Ananias ans Saphira were Christian converts who lived in a Christian commune administered by Peter (see Acts 5:1-11) or that I was making this story up🤦🏾♀️ Many American Christian are absolutely uneducated about the Bible. They never read it back to back. They are just too lazy to do so and let their (most likely corrupted) pastor spoonfed them with cherry picked passage.
I'm not saying you have to remember the entire bibles, but reading it's entire content will greatly help you having ringing alarms whenever someone says stuff that has absolutely no place in that book. For example, there was a post floating around radblr mocking Christianity and quoting a book comparing women to dogs. And as someone who read the Bible back to back, I clocked that BS immediately bc I knew for a fact that 1) women were NEVER compared to dogs in the Bible 2) the only comparison that's made in the Bible between dogs and humans is in Matthew 15:26 in the mouth of Jesus who's speaking parabolically about Jews vs Gentiles [earning themselves a seat at the feast] - and btw Jesus used the word kunarion which means puppy/little (family) dog and not dog in a regular/lowkey derogatory sense that's rather translated from keleb. You'll also note that the kunarion dog is exclusively used in that scene of Jesus parabolically replying to Samaritan woman and not any other Bible passage that rather featured the keleb dog that has a derogatory nuance into it (unlike kunarion has an affectionate one which is why that word only came from the mouth of Jesus). Sorry for the MASSIVE tangent.
Anyway, it turns out that book was apocrypha (those dumb radfem though Ecclesiastes (in the Bible) and Ecclesiasticus (apocrypha) were the same book...🤦🏾♀️) so it was normal I had no recollection of reading in the Bible comparison women to dogs....
Thank you for your commitment by reading these articles though 🫡 i legit felt like it was laced with some malware crap lol And happy (belated) Easter to you too. I'm really showing how slow I am at replying asks now 😅
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A lot of cucks just sit there and permit this from Russia -- screaming BUT THAT WOMEN THOSE JEWS because they're too weak to think about taking on Putin or Musk or Trump or anything truly big and imperial at all. A Cuck likes being snug as a bug as a rug under empires in the world. They don't feel the vitriol like they feel it for like a fagbug or a ladybud. They're not men, they're incels -- and that's how an incel feels too.
Here's the thing about cucks: they don't attack blacks because they know they'll get plucked from the internet so hard that they'll see stars. But they attack women and gays and Latinos freely. Babycuck and Babybro were like this. Babydad is like this.
Yes, Babycuck, Babybro, Babydad: HEEEEH HEEEE HEEHE HAAAA HAAA HAAA WOMEN FAGS AND MEXICANS
One of my more astute immediately reflexes was to know they're like each other when I saw it -- people who are stuck forever as children and who will 'get away' with whatever they can 'get away' with like cartoon imps -- they revel in a sort of cartoon impishness because to them that is 'winning' -- but by the standards of an adult, that is always the fastest way for them to lose a battle, even if they get their baseball through your front window and run off into the dead of night.
HEEE HEEE HEE HAHAH HAHAH HAHAHA WOMEN FAGS AND MEXICANS -- i never forget that this is the core of the humour of Babycuck, Babybro, and Babydad -- and it's why I fundamentally oppose them, strive to be the opposite of them like a flower that strives to grow out of a massive field of cow pies -- and why they absolutely disgust me.
As for Babybruce? Well, he goes to church, so his cartoon impishness is somewhat contained by a system he subscribes to.
Babybruce has a different variant. HEEE HEEEE HEEE HAHAHAHA HAHAHA TRANS AND MASK-WEARING LIBS!
Again, Babybruce: HEEE HEE EHEE HAAHAHAHA TRANS AND MASK-WEARING LIBS!
And Babybruce, actually the most 'A Man' of the 4 --though they're all Babies -- Babybruce does try to sort of shelter the women from the Trans and shelter the Down's Syndrome Child from the Trans -- even though he's wrong and an idiot about this, it's better than him going HEEE HEEE HEE HAHAAH HAAHA HAA THE DOWNS SYDROME AND THE WOMEN too.
I mean, these are the scrambled egg shit for brains cucks America cranks out like a factory setting in a cartoon series, one with the production lever set to 'EXTRA DUMB'
HEE HEEE HEE HAAHA HAHAHA HAAA
nothing like a man. And when it's not HEEE HEEEE HEEE HAA HAA HAAA THIS WHOLE GROUP OF HUMANITY IM A BIGOT SIMP FOR, then it's this grumbling about them or playing the victim of them which somehow becomes even worse WAAAH!!!! WAAAAH!!! WAAAAH!!
until you just want to almost ask 'can you NAME a woman and just go talk to her about how she hurt you so much allegedly' instead of taking this out on half the humans on the planet in the abstract like a fucking baby who was cucked by Camille Paglia and Jordan Peterson and Fox News and others into feeling very serious for saying AND MEN! MEN ARE >.... AND WOMEN! WOMEN ARE....
Jesus fucking Christ, i mean these morons are dumber than reading a nursery rhyme about 'snakes and snails and puppy dog tails' which i never cared for for its prescriptivism as a gender divide. I thought it was really dumb and wrong even at age 4 or whatever.
that's how fucking stupid Babycuck, Babydad, Babybruce, Babybro are
but they have no idea that they're stupid. no clue really. what they think is they are SOMETHING SPECIAL SOMETHING BIG and that my mistake was not recognising it
which is what Wonderbread always is in America. "OH IM NOT JUST WONDERBREAD IM A TEMPORARILY HUMILIATED MILLIONAIRE SAVANT SUCCESS STORY MOVIE STAR I CAN TELL IM SO INCREDIBLE I GOT NO SHORTAGE OF SELF ESTEEM HERE"
so as they pick their butts and endlessly replicate their cucked programming:
HEEE HEEE HEE HAHAH HAHAH HAHAHA WOMEN FAGS AND MEXICANS
HEEE HEE EHEE HAAHAHAHA TRANS AND MASK-WEARING LIBS!
they go nowhere, they see nothing but the walls of their parents' bedroom, because they're just an Archiebaby in the crib.
as for Blacks, Babybruce is the boldest about actually attacking blacks, trying to undermine them with pics of a big woman crying in a poool or holding up a poor Indian person and saying the black better shut up forever, but he doesn't do it much. When you talk to Babycuck about blacks, it's 'why should i care unless it serves me' and when you talk to Babydad about blacks it's 'they have $700 shoes' and when you talk to Babybro about blacks it's 'i can't believe i used to go pick up my marijuana at their houses'
but they mostly keep their mouths shut about how they truly hate blacks -- especially black women -- because they know they cannot, as they say, GET AWAY WITH IT.
a cuck enables the cucked agenda of its time
and ain't no Jordan Peterson, Camille Paglia or Donald Trump really pushing an agenda of 'trash the blacks' right now. In fact Trump is probably going to make a black man his vice president.
but make no mistake -- if they ever did seal off the southern border and stamp out the faggotry for power
blacks would be next on whitey's land grab
which is basically what Babybro, Babybruce, Babycuck, Babydad do when they get online -- they take up space on social media and go HEEE HEEE EHEEE HAAWW HAAW HAWWW until women, Latinos and minorities, trans and mask-wearing libs are so repulsed that a social media land grab occurs
so in the tradition of Columbus in these dwindling days
we have not really seen 'writing' out of Babycuck and Babybruce or 'video production' out of Babybro
we have seen a social media land grab effort
primarily about STRAIGHT WHITEY KNOWS THE REAL TRUTH THE REAL TRUTH IS ALL YOU NATIVES BEEN BAD
it's a huge whopper of a lie, anyhow. the real tribalists -- the real cucks -- are them, and always have been them
And always will be them.
Ain't no hope for brains that deeply cucked, tho i do like to try my de-cuckify experiments
I mean, wouldn't you -- if what was once a human or could have grown up to be an adult remains a cartoon imp in a decaying adult body going HEEEE HEEE HEEE HAA HAAHAHA WOMEN MEXICANS AND FAGS -- wouldn't you have plenty of pity for it and try to find a cure?
Because i guess that's what it has been, huh... pity and love, sentimental.... because these knucklehead cartoon imps with very little power aren't the real source of the threat, they're just the victims of choosing to be a cuck due to having no talents or brains or hearts or whatever nothing going on with is how they cuck so easily just passive vessels in one ear and not out the other cuz there's no filter
If I were a more serious and less sentimental person, I'd get more serious about taking down Elon, Peterson, any number of Congressman or actively -- real life physical violence -- violent cucks out there. But also, I'm not Batman and we have police to take down physical violence. That's what the police are there for.
Just kind of a pity what utter scrambled eggs shit for brains being a cuck turns what could be a healthy, happy, good-to-spend-time-with American man into a cartoon imp with an Archie Bunker streak
Q: they wanted to be cartoon imps with an Archie Bunker streak tho Hank, isn't it a free Cunt Tree
A: Yes they did choose that good Holesome Cunt Tree Live-In, didn't they? Holesome as Wonderbread, Growing Cuntier Online in Whitey's Toxic Columbus Invasion of the New World, weak as The Blob, the sci-fi movie where you can't stop the Blob because it's made up of so many particles of Wonderbread oozing across the nation, any one of these particles weak as babyshit but when you've got a massive amount of them reproducing, tend to ooze all over and the humans gotta run away.
But yes i mean it's a Free Cunt Tree and all four think they value Freedumb so I mean, nobody is actually stopping them from being cartoon imps with an Archie Bunker streak
they would have to want to choose to be otherwise themselves
which they're all incapable of choosing
since you know, shits and giggles
shits and bigot giggles is what they're here for
squirting out another fart about women makes them feel like social progress in the right direction is occuring as much as it does for like your standard Vladimir Cuckkin peon with a tv in Krasnoyarsk, Russia. It gives their idiot bumpkin lives meaning. In Russia, they'd be less like a cartoon imp, I believe.
HEEE HEEEE HEEE HAAA HAAA HAA HOMOSEXUALS, COSSACKS AND CHECHNYANS maybe it works there
with those scrambled egg shit for brains born into a differently cucked environment
Russia is throwing folks in prison for so much as wearing rainbow earrings or putting the Pride flag in their home, running a gay club or organization of any sort.
#babycuck#babybruce#babybro#babydad#putin#lgbtq community#lgbt rights#lgbtqia#lgbt pride#queer community
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