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zeldasnotes · 1 year

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Mars: Whats Your Name?

Mars in Aries/1st house: This can show having a name that easy and quick to say, for example Steve Jobs, Tyra Banks, Jared Leto who all have this placements and their names are super fast. Asap Rocky got Aries Mars too and he is even stressing us with his artistname lol. Artists with this placement might chose a simple artistname with only one word like Stromae, Prince & Zazie. Other famous people with this placement have fans who only call them by last name to make it fast like Michael Jordan whos an Aries Mars and is often called just ”Jordan”. Its also common for them to have the first and last name start with the same letter like Ronda Rousey. Think quick and easy here.

Mars in Taurus/2nd house: A lot of people who come from families who are known for money have this one. Because when you hear their last name you know their financial status instantly for example a lot of the Rockefeller family members have Mars in Taurus and Thierry Hermes got it too. And when you hear their names you think: money. Its also common for these people to have a name that just feels so smooth on the tounge since Taurus/2nd house is all about the senses and how things feel, for example Charlie Chaplin, Bruce Willis & Lucy Lawless who all have Taurus Mars and their names feel so good to say. Some people with this placement will even involve money in their stage name like 50 Cent & Ke$ha who writes her name using a $ instead of the S and they are both Taurus Mars. YoungBoy Never Broke Again got his Mars at 2° (Taurus degree) and his name also has to do with money.

Mars in Gemini/3rd house: Gemini is the sign of the twins so its very common for these people to have a double name like Mary-Alice or something similar. Its also common for them to have a sibling with a similar name as them like their name could be Alexandra and their brother is named Alexander. Since Gemini rules the 3rd house its common for them to have a 3 letter name or nickname especially when Mars is in the 3rd house like Rob, Joe or Ben. Or a name with 3 syllables like Ka-ma-la Harris who got Mars in the 3rd house. Gemini also rules the arm so their name could even have the word”arm” in it like Neil Armstrong or Arman Fernandez.

Mars in Cancer/4th house: These people can have a name that sounds feminine and cute. For example Miley and Chris which are very ”cute” sounding names and both Chris Brown and Chris Hemsworth have this placement. They can also have a name that makes you instantly think about their parent/bloodline which is why this placement is common in celebrity children for example Shiloh Jolie Pitt, Jaden Smith and Prince George of Cambridge. The name can be super feminine like for example Dolly Parton who have this placement or Pink who chose the most feminine color as her stage name. They can also have a name thats extremely common in their country which makes people instantly know what background they have for example Genghis Khan who have a very common indian last name and he got Mars in the 4th house. Or Will Smith and Anna Nicole Smith who got both a common last name and they happen to both have Mars in the 4th house.

Mars in Leo/5th house: They might have a name that everyone relates to them, like they could be the only one in their neighbourhood or even town with that name. For example Beyonce, not a lot of people are named beyonce and if they are everyone will think of her when they hear it. Their parents might even have named them after a famous person. Leo is all about standing out so sometimes they have a common name but they spell it different to make it stand out like Zarah instead of Sara or take a name like Nicole and make it into Nicoletta. Or a really fancy name like Bartholomew. Definitely a household name indicator. Some of them want to shine extra by even naming themselves star like Richard Starkey who chose the stagename Ringo Star.

Mars in Virgo/6th house: This shows having a name that sounds easy and pure, sometimes innocent. Like Princess Diana, Maisie Williams,Sophie Marceau. A name that makes them sound like a good girl/boy like Amy, Elsa, Hilda or Bruno like Bruno Mars whos a Virgo Mars. The men with this Mars can have a very youthful sounding name like Jamal or Marcus. Artist might even show the youthfulness in their stagename like Lil Peep, Lil Romeo and Young Thug who are all Virgo Mars men. A beautiful but simple and minimalistic name like Grace Jones or Diane Lane. Think simple, clean and elegant.

Mars in Libra/7th house: This can show having a very elegant name or middlename like Catherine Elizabeth Middleton or Whitney Elizabeth Houston who both got a classical and elegant middlename. A lot of them are also name after a beautiful flower or color like Lily ”Rose” Depp, Alicia Silverstone, Sarah Silverman or Brian Austin Green who are all Libra Mars. A name that sounds smooth and sweet like Lucy Liu. Or even a name that symbolizes a relationship since Libra rules relationship for example: Gabrielle Union & Nina Hartley & Aron Eckhart all 3 names symbolize something romantic. A lot of them are named Linda or Bella since it means beauty.

Mars in Scorpio/8th house: Mars in Scorpio means you could have a sexy name for example Aubrey Plaza shes a scorpio mars and her name sounds so sexy and elegant. Can have a name that sounds powerful like ”Jude Law” or Robert F Kennedy, when you here the last name Kennedy you know this person got power and connections. Could also have a nick name that is related to sex in some way for example Virgin Mary who was a scorpio mars and when you hear that name you ofc think about her being a Virgin. A lot of these people can be related to a dangerous family and have a last name related to the mob. A lot of people whos name is in peoples mouth a lot have this placement like Marilyn Monroe & Princess Diana who both got Mars in the 8th house. A name that makes people react and remember you.

Mars in Sagittarius/9th house: Mars in Sagittarius is common in people have a name that does not match their ethnicity/religion. For example a christian couple who just randomly decide to name their son Hussein just bc they though it was a beautiful name, that child will most likely have Sagittarius Mars. Its also common for those people to have a name thats extremely common in their country like Jackie Chan and Bang Chan who both got a Sag Mars and their last name is very common in Korea. A lot of them have a name that reminds you of religion like ”Christian, Christie, Christina, Moses, Isac, Mary or Jesus. Their last name might also remind you of the outdoors like ”Thorn, Woods, Stone. The famous Lucky Luciano is a Sag Mars which is funny since Sagittarius rules luck.

Mars in Capricorn/10th house: These people can have old sounding names like Albert, Bertil, saturn rules the father so a lot of them have a name that ends with ”son” like Jackson, Anderson, Olsson. Names that ends with ”man” are also common. Names that can sound kind harsh and intimidating like Mark Ruffalo & Armie Hammer who are both Capricorn Mars. Can also have names that indicates something hard and permanent like Jenna Marbles, Peter Steele & Sharon Stone who all share a Capricorn Mars. The last name ”Bell” is also common among Capricorn Mars people. Also names that show high social status like ”Rockefeller”. Also names that signify that their father was someone important , for example: Abulla the 2nd of Jordan & Prince Louis of Cambridge & Prince Andrew, Duke of York. Might have a similar name as your father or have his name as your middle name.

Mars in Aquarius/11th house: These people can have some very interesting stage names like ”XXX Tentacion” & Zsa Zsa Gabor, Earl Sweatshirt. Mars rules unreal creatures so they could have a name after that like for example Jenna Elfman, Criss Angel. This Mars sign is also common among those who have a name that works on both genders. A name that is well known in society and known for something that never goes out of style like Giorgio Armani who got his Mars in the 11th house or Guccio Gucci who got his Mars in Aquarius. They could have a name thats unique or with a unique spelling like their sister sign Leo. Can have a modern or new name like a name that only people their age have while someone with Capricorn Mars might have an older name. People with this placement can also choose very unique stagenames like ”Snoop Dogg” with his Aqua Mars and ”Ol Dirty Bastard” who got Mars conjunct Uranus.

Mars in Pisces/12th house: They might even have the word fish in their name like Carrie Fisher. People idealizing them can even be seen in their nickname for example Peter the Great who got Mars in the 12th house. Just like their sister sign Virgo a lot of them are named Grace. Might have a name thats extremely beautiful or found in Disney movies like Archduke Franz Ferdinand & Louis-Ferdinand Destouches. Might be named after a Disney character. Beautiful and angelic names with neptunian background meanings like Angelina, Melody, Grace, Ariel. For example Ariel Winter whos a Pisces Mars. A lot of them have a last name with Saint or St in it for example Eva-Marie Saint and David St Clair.

Random Observations:

Mars conjunct Sun can make you named after something you have done & accomplished no matter if its good or bad. For example: Ivan The Terrible, William the Conqueror, Lucky Luciano, Catherine the Great.

Mars conjunct Jupiter is extremely common in the charts of people who have a name that will take them places and will keep the bloodline extremely fortunate for example: Queen Elizabeth,John F Kennedy, Walt Disney, Prince George of Cambridge and John D Rockefeller.

Mars in an earth sign can show being named after nature. For example Willow Smith whos named after the willow tree, or artist Björk(björk is a tree) or Kate Moss.

Capricorn Mars & Saturn conjunct Mars constantly shows up in the charts of princes since they name comes from their father and they status comes from the father, for example: Prince Louis of Cambridge, Prince Albert of Monaco, Prince Andrew of York, William Prince of Wales.

Taurus Mars, Mars conjunct MC and Mars in a Taurus degree constantly shows up in the charts of the Rotschild and Rockefeller family members since those last names are known for being two of the richest and most powerful names in the world, for example: Benjamin de Rotschild, Edmond de Rotschild, David Rockefeller, Eduoard de Rotschild all of them have Taurus influence on their Mars or Mars in Taurus.

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kil-g · 10 months

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surprise

a/n: i got too sad after writing that last thing and needed to do something silly

summary: there's a new member of the household and you have to convince simon to like them.

g!n reader; civvy!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: simon being mean to a dog :(

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“Hey, I’m…uh—I’m on my way home.”

“Oh!” You say.

There’s a certain exasperation to your voice that makes him think that you’re somewhere that isn’t the house. He puts his phone down in the cupholder and places both of his hands on the wheel of the car.

“In an hour.”

“An hour?”

“An hour.”

“Could you fuck off somewhere and maybe make it, like an hour and a half?”

“I’d like to go home.”

“I know, yes. I know. It’s just that I have this whole thing planned and I need an extra thirty minutes. You’d be doing me a pretty big solid if you fucked off for a little bit longer.”

“I’m tired and I’m hungry. I’m not gonna fuck off.”

“What, are we making this a race?”

“You can race. I’m going home.”

“Okay, we’re gonna race.” You say, halfway through laughter.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises.” He says.

“Well, I love you and I need you to suck it up because it’s a pretty cool surprise.”

Simon blinks, keeping his eyes on the road. Then, he sighs and says, “I’ll see you at home.”

“Not if I see you first!” You reply, this time a little out of breath.

“I’m not racing you.”

“Scared you’re gonna lose?”

“Goodbye.”

“Love you!”

The line dies out.

Part of him wants to be annoyed. Surprises weren’t exactly his favorite thing in the world. He especially did not like such a surprise that would keep him from coming home after a very long month of trying not to die in a violent, fiery explosion. And, he deeply, desperately wanted to lie down in a bed with an actual mattress, real pillows, and clean blankets.

But, for the life of him, he could not think of anything more unbearable than the thought of letting you down.

It was almost laughable. Simon is first and foremost a soldier. And, when you’re a soldier first before anything else, like a friend, companion, romantic partner, let downs were par for the course. A birthday, an anniversary. Celebrating a promotion or any other achievement of the like. Those didn’t even come secondary or even tertiary on the line of things that needed to be cared about.

And, the worst part, is that you tolerated it. Sure, there was a certain disappointment to a missed call or text. Despite that, you loved him with a stability that he couldn’t possibly be more grateful for. It made him feel almost normal. Normalcy was a luxury someone like him couldn’t typically afford.

So, before he pulls his car into the driveway, Simon mentally prepares himself to be open-minded. Whatever the surprise was, he would do his best to actually try and enjoy it. That is until he unlocked the front door to the house and stepped in, only to be greeted with the sight of a dog sitting up, barking at him from within a metal crate.

She was clearly still a pup. Her paws are far too big for the size that she currently was. And, the more clear it is that Simon was no threat to her, the more she cries to be let out. Though, Simon makes no move to do any such thing. Instead, he sits on the couch and looks back at her until eventually, she stops making noise all together and resolves herself to sit quietly. Each time Simon accidentally catches her eye, her tail wags, bumping against the floor of her crate softly.

This goes on for about twenty more minutes before a key turns in the door knob once again. You step through, carrying bags of groceries.

“Sweetheart.”

“Can you help me with these?” You say.

Simon gets up, takes bags out of your hands and walks them into the kitchen. “Why is there a dog in the house?”

You lean down to lift the latch off of the door and the dog comes barreling out. “You couldn’t have opened her crate up for her? Why were you just staring at her like a weirdo? It’s a dog.”

“Why is there a dog in the house?”

“It’s our dog.” From one of the bags you were still holding, you pull out a bag of dog treats and throw it at Simon. “Give her one of these so she knows you’re not a complete hardass.”

“I’m not giving it anything.”

“Simon.”

He looks back at you. And, from the way you stare back at him, it becomes more and more clear that this dog is one of the very very few things that you simply won’t back down on.

In fact, there were toys all over the ground. He’s not sure how he didn’t notice them earlier. And, with an attentiveness that only slightly put him off, the dog fell into step beside you following you very closely while also looking up at you for any sign of praise or reward.

Simon inhales, then exhales. He grumbles under his breath, then rips the bag of treats open and kneels down with one of them in his hand. When the dog notices, she clumsily stumbles her way over to him and gratefully takes the treat from out of his fingers.

You appear at his side and kneel down next to him, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Whose dog is this?”

“Ours.”

“I don’t want a dog.”

“You’ll learn to want a dog.” You say, jokingly. Your hands wrap around his arm and shake him gently.

“I’m serious.”

“Well, you aren’t exactly home very often. I think the decision is mine.” You say, firmly. “And, as sad as it is to admit, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t lonely, sometimes.”

He can feel the weight of your head on his shoulder. He doubts that your intent is to guilt him–but if it is, it’s certainly working.

The dog nudges her wet nose into the palm of his hand. No doubt looking for more treats Her head is smaller than his hand. As gently as possible, he brushes his knuckles over her head.

“Does the dog… make you feel less lonely?”

“Yes. Most of the time.”

He rests his palm over her head now, brushing his thumb back and forth over the space between her eyes.

“What’s it’s name then?”

“Goose.”

“Stupid fucking name.” He says, softly.

“Fuck you.” You laugh. “You love it. Asshole.”

Goose walks in a circle in her spot, then sits with her back turned to him. She leans her weight against his knee.

“Not much of a guard dog.” He murmurs, and you reach a hand to scratch behind her ear. “Hardly did anything when I came in.”

“Because she’s a good girl.” You say.

He can feel her tail hit his foot at the sudden excitement at being praised for being anything. “If she’s gonna stay in this house, she’s gonna have to protect it.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Simon takes another treat out of the bag. Goose does absolutely nothing to hide her excitement. “And, how did this happen?”

“She got dumped outside of my work. No one wanted to take her so I took her.” You say. Simon looks at you and you look back at him. “No chip, no collar. She was wandering around our parking lot for hours, I think. Probably waiting for whoever dumped her. Vet said she can’t be any older than five months.”

“When was this?”

“About a month and a half ago.” You rub your thumb against his arm and press your mouth against his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Yeah.”

“So, what do you think?”

Slowly, Goose sinks down closer to the ground and settles her chin over her far-too-big paws. She looks at Simon, blinking at him with big eyes before they slowly settle into a nap.

“I think that a dog is a perfect waste of space.”

“Okay, what do you really think?” You chuckle.

He sighs. A moment passes of complete silence. You’re hanging onto his arm, kneeling beside him as you both look down at this dog who can only get bigger and dirtier and stupider. This dog, who is also very soft and sweet. And, while (in his own opinion) he might be something of a monster, Simon couldn’t allow himself to be completely heartless. He couldn’t be the thing that takes away the bits of happiness that you can find for yourself.

“If it makes you happy, then I can hardly say no.”

You smile at him, give his arm a squeeze, and press another kiss on his cheek. You stand, “Do you wanna help me with dinner?”

“I’m gonna get cleaned up first.”

You hum in response but before you can fully turn away, he takes your hand and places a kiss on your cheek just below your eye, then another on your mouth. And in the moment that either of you are looking away from Goose, she gets up and begins chewing on his shoelaces.

“She likes you.”

“If I’m lucky it’ll pass.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t say that it will.”

Another moment passes where it’s nearly completely silent, save for the sound of Goose’s mouth gnawing the little strings attached to Simon’s feet. Then, slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a squeeze.

Then, you pull away, picking up Goose with a labored groan. You walk her over to the back door, open it, and place her down at the threshold. She all but stumbles down the steps into the backyard.

“Well, go get cleaned up if you really wanna help me with dinner.”

Simon watches you empty out grocery bags, then sighs. You listen to his footsteps walk farther into the house. And, through the window, you watch Goose twist up and roll into a splotch of mud.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley reader insert #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost reader insert #mw2 x reader

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xreaderbooks · 7 months

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Angelic

Pair: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Sirius doesn't feel himself after his time in Azkaban and you reassure him.

Based off of this request

Warnings: post-azkaban, insecurity, low self-esteem, fluff, comfort

Word Count: 1.6k

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Looking at him and the way he transformed back from his animagus form, he looked like a shell of his old self, as if someone had stolen something from him and he didn't know how to ask for it back.

You stood frozen, not sure whether to strangle him into a hug until he was suffocated from your love or wait and see if he would even want you to touch him.

There he was, Sirius Black, on the front steps of the home you had both picked out after graduating from Hogwarts.

"Y/n?" His voice croaked out. "Say something, please."

The only thing that escaped your lips was a sob as tears streamed down, you gave into your inhibitions and ran to him, throwing your arms around his shoulders. He caught you the same way he always had with the same hug you always gave him when you were excited to see him after a whole summer apart, or whenever you passed a test and were overly anxious to tell him.

His arms circled your waist in the same familiar way you had almost forgotten.

"I love you, I believed you, I never stopped believing" You cried into the crook of his shoulder. You needed him to know that. You pushed back all the memories of the conversations and debates you had with Remus and other members of the Order who believed Sirius was guilty.

He gently pulled you away from him, taking you in from the last twelve years he saw you, murmuring as he stroked your tear-stained cheeks "I love you more, darling."

"Come in," You entwined your hands to guide him into your once-shared home, a home he barely had time in. "The place is pretty much the same."

"Your taste hasn't changed," He took in the decorations and furniture of the house.

You let your hand fall from his and nervously fiddled with your fingers as he looked around, "Hope you don't mind."

A half chuckle- half sob escaped from Sirius, "Of course not, love." He swiped his nose with the sleeve of the black and white striped prison robes. "What I do mind is you seeing me in this wretched state, I assume the bath hasn't changed?"

"Same as it's always been, let me grab you a towel and some fresh clothes." You rush off to the bedroom where you had kept Sirius's old clothes in a box and a closet where you store all the extra household items.

You heard the shower running from the thin walls and took a moment to gather your thoughts. He was back, he was not a murderer. He was back and he still loved you. You took a few deep breaths despite your heart still racing at the sight of him.

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Weeks had gone by since he had escaped from Azkaban and waking up next to him in the same bed had not felt real.

Weeks turned to months and life had taken a turn for, what could be considered the best.

What brought you to reality was the nightmares you would coax Sirius out of, something you were used to doing even before Azkaban unfortunately. The only difference was there was nothing you could tell him now that could comfort him.

What did help was the fact that Harry knew the truth now and the reunion between Remus and Sirius had gone well. As amazing as that was, Sirius wasn't himself.

He lacks the flair he used to have; not that you minded, whatever made Sirius happy- made you happy. Whatever made him upset, equally affected you as much. You noticed Sirius has been trying to follow a routine in the same way he used to.

Tried the same hair products he used to use, it ended up with his hair sticking out in odd ways that frustrated him to no end, if he didn't love his long hair so much he would've shaved it all off.

Sirius attempted to style himself the way he once did and your shared room was littered with mountains of his clothes.

The results would put him in a foul mood.

"What's wrong, love?" It was one of Sirius' more difficult days. He didn't communicate his thoughts, he kept it all to himself and stayed moody for the rest of the day until he returned to his normal state of being.

He appeared to be zoned out, lost in thought, leaning on the counter in the kitchen with his arms crossed. He shook his head, "Nothing. Just thinking."

You broke through his arms, your fingers threaded through his hair, and he relinquished his hold to settle his hands on your hips. "Mind if I ask you what you were thinking of?"

He stayed silent for a moment, then two, inhaling a shaky breath.

"Am I as handsome as I once was?"

The question would have made you laugh if it wasn't for the poor-kicked puppy look he had. Sirius was rarely one to be insecure, it had you at a loss for words.

Your eyes scanned his, then the rest of his features. The curve of his naturally dark eyebrows, that matched his raven black hair. The perfectly shaped nose, and lips that you never got tired of tasting. His skin, smooth and the light freckles scattered on his face looked like a constellation.

It was true that he had aged, but as you had always expected, his age didn't take away from his beauty. A decade and a couple of years weren't going to take that from him like he was blessed by a god.

"Sirius, you have been and always will be beautiful to me," You confessed. You kissed both his cheeks, "You're more than beautiful, you're angelic."

You catch his eyes as he ducks his head shyly with a smile creeping onto his lips and give him a small peck.

He runs his hand through his hair and releases a breath while looking at the ceiling to keep the tears from running, "Thank you, love. I just haven't felt like myself since, well, you know. Nothing has felt the same, except for you." He squeezes your hips and brings you in for a tight hug.

"No need to thank me, Siri, I'm just happy you finally told me what was wrong." You kissed the side of his head and enjoyed the warmth of his neck before pulling back. "I'm sorry I don't tell you enough, should've known what was wrong by the constant outfit changes."

He chuckled, and you echoed his laughter. His smile dies slowly and he admires you in a way that has always intimidated you, the weight of his stare is heavy, "I suppose insecurity is the cost of having a goddess as a girlfriend."

His lips crashed onto yours and moved with such a consuming want and need for you. All of his kisses were loving and filled with a combination of emotions but this one took you back.

A nervous giggle escapes you, "Sirius-" You mumble his name against his mouth that continues to pursue yours.

"Yes?" He answered after you were unresponsive. He opened his eyes and stared at you, "I'm being perfectly serious."

"No, I am," You insist placing your hands on his shoulders.

He moved into your neck and trailed kisses down to the crook between your shoulder and neck, "I wouldn't be too sure of that."

You tried your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach that was traveling lower with each suck and bite he gave you. "How about we do something haven't done in a while?"

"A while? Just the other day we-" He appeared puzzled when he pulled his head back.

"Not that!" You shook your head. "Come."

You lead him to the couch and gently push him down to sit, you then go into your bathroom and search through the drawers until you find what you were looking for. Back in the living room, you set down the materials you gathered and turned on the muggle television to whatever was on.

"What are you up to?" Sirius asked.

You pulled out the black nail polish from the pouch you held the paint bottles in and tossed his way with a last-minute 'Catch'.

"We're starting with this."

He lifts a brow, "Starting?"

"I'm helping you get back to feeling more like yourself," You sit on the couch, laying your legs across his lap, and bring his hands to settle atop your knees. "That's only if you want to, I just want to help and if you don't want to then we can find another way, nail polish was just a go-to back then."

You would've continued to ramble if not for him kissing you, being back with Sirius had brought back the little school girl in you that you had lost throughout the war, then again- he's always been able to bring out a different side of you.

"I want to," His voice was quick and encouraging.

"Good," You tapped his nose which made him scrunch it up. As you began coating his nails with a base, you felt a bit of courage to confess something you'd held in during the early years of your relationship. "You know at Hogwarts when we got together, some girls Marlene hung out with told me I wasn't good enough to be with someone like you."

"Someone like me?"

You hummed, brushing on the first coat of the black polish to the first dried base-coated finger. "Handsome, gorgeous, god-like."

Sirius tilted his head back and laughed, "God-like."

"Their words, not mine but looking at you now after all those years, they weren't wrong."

"They were wrong about you," He mumbled, laying his forehead against the side of your head and into your hair. "My perfect, pretty girl."

"And you're wrong about yourself," You took a pause on the painting and stroked his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you."

~~~

a/n: I actually really don't like this, i had a good idea in my head of what i wanted this to look like and over time i guess i losit it? i feel like i could have done a better job if writers block wasn't in the way but i didn't wanna take longer than i already have writing this request. lemme know what you think :)

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forestshadow-wolf · 1 year

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Kinda sad soap headcanon bc I'm projecting again

Soap has problems doing stuff for himself. Like if he got brought the wrong food he'd 100% just eat it. But if any of the other 141 members' food was even slightly off he'd already be out of his chair to flag someone down.

He'd also give the others anything of his that they wanted, if they asked (or didn't). They order out and someone finished their food but was still hungry? They can take his, he was done anyway (he wasn't but they don't have to know that).

It's on the field too. An op up in the cold mountains take his jacket or blanket, he's not cold (he was but he doesn't mind... kinda). Out of amo? Share his, he can conserve. He'll do a lot of heavy lifting that he doesn't have to so that the others don't need to. Maybe he and ghost needed to get through some razor wire but ghost lost his gloves, so soap gives him his, saying he'll just be extra careful. He takes extra watch shift if everyone else is tired.

It's not like he conscious made the decision to be how he is. I mean he did make those decisions but they were second nature at this point.

He grew up in a large household, he was never the youngest or the oldest. Constant chaos made his parents' stress levels high, and everyone needing something, he was always mostly self-sufficient. He always had a bleeding heart, gave everything he had to the people he loves.

This was how he showed he cared. That's what he tells himself. Because after all he doesn't do that for people he doesn't like.

#el rambles #call of duty #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod #john price #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 #tf 141 #ghostsoap #soapghost

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babyyoda234 · 5 months

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Alfred’s extra help

Batfamily x new maid part 1

The past couple years haven't been kind to Alfred. Although, he would never admit it... His years have slowly been catching up with him. After a recent attack on the household, Alfred took it upon himself to hire some extra part time help during the school year. The new help just so happened to be a college band kid in desperate need of money. This is how it went.

Jason:

It was the little things, Jason had decided, that made the family enjoy the extra addition to the household. The faint singing that could be heard three doors down as she made her usual morning rounds. Dusting. Bleaching . Sweeping. It didn't matter what she was doing: music always played in her head. If you were lucky, sometimes you'd get to hear it too.

Alfred:

Monday Mornings were Alfred's favorite. After a long weekend of dealing with super-powered vigilantism, Alfred looked forward to the way she would clock into Wayne Manor with shy grin. It didn't take much prompting to get a play by play of how the Gotham U football game went. The Batfamily had never considered her being targeted by Batman's Rogue Gallery until Halftime was interrupted by the Joker emerging from a comically large birthday cake. When reinforcements arrived, they were shocked to discover the entire Color Guard beating the Joker senseless with their wooden rifles. To any outsider, this would have appeared to be part of the choreography with the way each guard member chanted "5,6,7,8 SLAM DOWN."

Y/N couldn't figure out why Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin had all come to check on her until Monday morning when the door opened to reveal a hallway full of smiling Wayne's. Even Damian couldn't help, but give her a hug... after an intense lecture on how dangerous the Clown Prince of Crime was.

Even more confusing was the way Damien's older brother, Jason, would always end up forgetting something at the manor when she worked. After chatting for a couple hours, she would say her goodbyes and silently acknowledge the fact he left empty handed... again.

Damien:

Damien admired the dedication on display. In the early morning mist when she thought nobody was awake, the wooden rifle would make an appearance. With the kitchen wiped down and the oven on self cleaning, all there was to do was wait. Damien admired her resilience when practicing rifle. Each brutal slap of the wood and metal on skin had to be painful, but she never complained when the bruises littered up and down her forearms. She was radiant. In her element, it was easy to get distracted by the crisp rotations on display. One day, he hoped she would feel comfortable enough to show him a few tricks... until then he enjoyed his early morning performances.

Dick:

Dick had warned her against working for Bruce from the beginning. The Bats mood swings could drain even the sweetest of souls. The relentless pursuit of a better Gotham has always been tainted by the blood of those lost. Bruce Wayne was not always known as the nicest guy to work for. Yet, after years of witnessing the tragedies of Gotham... Dick couldn't help, but notice the way her eyes shone with excitement whenever they would visit a new part of the city. The alley Scarecrow tested his fear toxin for the first time now is littered with book shops, ice cream parlors, diners, etc. In every area seeped with trauma, a fresh perspective forms. The quiet formality that he had grown accustomed to growing up in the Manor faded away. It was a nice change.

Tim:

Tim didn't even notice there was a change in the household until he stumbled into her conversation with Jason for the 3rd time that week. Typically, her shift would have been over at 3pm, but since her classes had been canceled that day she had worked overtime. With Jason's sudden reappearance after months of no contact, Tim took note of the way his older brother's voice deepened ever so slightly whenever she was in the room. Or how during Saturday night patrol they always managed to spot Red Hood "doing business" on a building close enough to the stadium to watch halftime. If anybody questioned it, Jason would have fiercely denied any interest claiming that he was merely "watching out for the Joker".

Tim mostly minded his business whenever she was working. His night life tended to consume most of his waking time, so if he got sleep (big if) he tended to wake up hours after she left. Mostly he appreciated the cute little animals she would make out of the groceries that week. One day, he opened the fridge to a cheese ball that looked like a turkey. Two olives made the eyes and each of the turkeys feathers were made out of crackers. His favorite had to be when she made a Robin out of Bell peppers and Grapes. Tim had left his sketchbook out the night before flipped to that exact drawing. After she had cleaned the kitchen, she left the treat along with a note explaining how beautiful she thought the drawing was.

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ozzgin · 6 months

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WORST Characters x Reader

Featuring Tsukishima Hana, Kawachi Tesshou, Hisashi Amachi, the Muroto Brothers, Tsukimoto Mitsumasa and a reader in her senior year of high school.

If you’re not familiar with the characters and want to give it a try: it’s high school delinquents, the leader of a biker gang and a pair of hired thugs that got out of juvie. (Once again I’m begging y’all to read the manga so I can share my delinquent daydreams with other people ;-;)

Tsukishima Hana

Hana is such a sweet and honest boyfriend. At first he can’t even tell he’s in love with you. He really enjoys spending time with you, just like he does with his other friends, like Sakota, Renji, Tora, Takumi…Which can only mean you’re also part of the group. Right? It takes a whole intervention for him to understand it’s an entirely different feeling. The rest of the Umehoshi household members are gathered around the table and offer him examples to make it clear: he wouldn’t hold Sakota’s hand and Tora would probably be dead if he tried to kiss him on the cheek (not that he’d ever want to, anyways). So no, whatever he has with poor (Y/N) is not just friendship. It finally clicks.

He will be very shy initially. He’s barely interacted with girls before and has no idea how to handle you. Before he would just treat you like any of his friends, but as a girlfriend? He’s a fumbling mess. Once he becomes comfortable with the idea, he’s extremely affectionate. He’ll insist on holding your hand everywhere and loudly introduce you as his girlfriend to everyone. Often he’ll get an incredulous reaction of “How the hell did you pull someone like her?” and he’ll scratch the back of his head, goofy and proud. He has no idea either.

Hana can’t wait to introduce you to his grandma. You know once things get serious he’ll insist on bringing you to his village in the middle of nowhere. Unlike the time Tora accompanied him, though, he’ll be hovering all over you making sure you’re not tired or uncomfortable. The moment your breathing becomes audible from the effort he’ll pick you up and carry you the remaining way. He lives to serve you.

Kawachi Tesshou

Similar to Hana, Tesshou is incredibly awkward and wary of you at first. He’s head over heels the instant he meets you, but the idea of dating you is just too ridiculous to him. He might be the leader of a fearsome biker gang, but when it comes to you he feels like a scoundrel that has no business being around a pretty girl. So there’s two possibilities: either the other members will eventually let him know he’s an idiot and should just ask you out already, or you’ll have to confess first. He’ll stare at you in disbelief and ask you to repeat yourself several times, wondering if you’re joking or just teasing him, his blush gradually turning into a deep red.

Let us assume that no tragedy happens in this scenario. Tesshou is extra careful on his bike and he frequently takes you on rides, so he can’t afford any accidents. Now that you’re dating, he might as well be a cool boyfriend for you, eh? He likes to wait for you outside the school or part time job, resting against his motorcycle as people pass by whispering and glancing over. He wants everyone to know you’re his.

Naturally you’re now a package deal, so you often hang out with him at the junkyard belonging to TFOA. If you sneeze or mention it’s getting cold, he’ll instantly rip his jacket off and carefully place it over your shoulders. He’s thought of getting you your own custom leather jacket, but if he’s being honest, he just loves having you wear his instead. It emphasizes your small frame compared to his, and afterwards it will smell just like you. The other guys may or may not be planning his assassination, having to deal with his constant cocky grin and offhanded comments about having a cute girlfriend. Sometimes they will tease him by approaching you with “Hey (Y/N), if Tesshou’s ever being an asshole, you can always date me instead.”

Hisashi Amachi

In a way, Amachi acts a lot like a spoiled child. Things must go his way and rejection only challenges him to press further. So if he sets his eyes on you, in his mind, you either accept it now or after some convincing, but at the end of the day it will be a yes. He has money and authority, what else could you possibly want? So his initial approach will be rather cocky, mainly focusing on impressing you with his plans of ruling the city. Once his army crumbles and he loses to Hana, he finally begins to accept that you’re not with him for money or influence. He will be terribly frustrated and ashamed for losing, although this motivates him to try harder for your sake. He’s not like his father. You’re his reason to continue living no matter what.

I feel like he has the biggest potential as a yandere. He probably has significant trauma around abandonment and would immediately cling to you once in love, but in a not so obvious way. He doesn’t want you to see him as weak or needy, so instead he’ll act jealous and possessive towards anyone that could pose a threat. Hell, he might even doubt his own subordinates. He needs the occasional reassurance and secretly adores being praised by you. He wants to be the kind of man you trust with your life.

Amachi is more of a stoic boyfriend and prefers to listen to you talking, quietly going along with whatever you’re doing. While he has dropped his arrogant act, he still has some leftover tendencies, mostly in the shape of gift giving. Every now and then he’ll show up with some ridiculously expensive item he thought you’d like. Old habits die hard. Especially when they involve spoiling his Princess. I suspect he might be into slightly kinky jewelry, like dainty necklaces that need a key to be opened. He enjoys the visible, tangible proof of owning you.

Muroto Zenmei & Koumei

Now, the Arson brothers were paid for a very specific task. That doesn’t mean, however, they can’t take their time and have some fun while at it. The town has plenty of cute girls, but you really caught their attention. And they’re not very fond of sharing, but they can always figure it out as they go. What’s certain is that they won’t give up easily in their almost predatory pursuit.

Koumei is the more reserved sibling. He’s a bit cautious about parading you around, because he doesn’t want to put you in any danger. He has a lot of enemies and he worries about you becoming a potential target. That’s not to say he wouldn’t be able to protect you, he does have quite the reputation after all. He’s a bit clumsy when it comes to romance, but he does his best to spoil you. He’s always been preoccupied with fighting, so he hasn’t really considered the scenario of having a girlfriend. If he’s completely honest, he didn’t even expect you to actually accept his confession given he’s…well…the worst of the worst. Worry not, you won’t regret it. He’ll prove to you no other guy compares.

Zenmei is the cockier sibling. If he had patience or self-control, he wouldn’t have landed in juvie. He wants you and he won’t make it a secret. In fact, he’s a big fan of PDA and loves letting everyone know you’re his. Your designated seat whenever you’re with him is his lap. He’s not too worried about others harming you because either him or his twin lackeys will always have you under their watch. Additionally, who would be mad enough to mess with the girlfriend of Muroto Zenmei? Most small fries will cross to the other side of the street if they see you. And you can’t blame them, really. Zenmei can be very territorial and dominant. He can’t help it. You’re his pretty little thing.

Tsukimoto Mitsumasa

Mitsumasa has two younger sisters, so he’s probably the most relaxed when it comes to approaching you. He can be very charismatic if he wants to, and what better motivation than the girl of his dreams? I also feel like he’d be so easygoing in general. He’s one of the strongest students in Housen, yet one wouldn’t know it when he’s with you. He’s all smiles as you brush and braid his hair, occasionally blushing at your compliments. God forbid anyone messes with you, though.

His biggest hurdle are his brothers. It’s an inside joke that in terms of looks, he’s the least threatening. They didn’t expect the statement to come bite them in the ass once the blonde brings you home for dinner, introducing you as his girlfriend. His mom is over the moon and immediately begins to call you “daughter in law” (to Mitsumasa’s great embarrassment), occasionally asking you if her son didn’t somehow coerce you to date him. You reassure her awkwardly while simultaneously avoiding the burning stare of the other boys. “This bastard, landing a cute girlfriend out of nowhere” is the unified inner monologue at the table. You don’t know it yet, but poor Mitsumasa will be harshly interrogated after your departure.

Bonus points if you like playing video games or have nerdy interests. Mitsumasa spends most of his time playing, so he would absolutely love to share this hobby with you. Then he could spend his lazy days with you in his arms as he finishes quests or levels up, and you could do your own thing, whether reading, watching something or also playing a video game. As long as you’re cuddling him. He’ll be giddy all day in anticipation and can’t wait to hang out with you. Even better, he gets to brag about it the next day. He’ll yawn dramatically and apologize with a cheeky grin: “Sorry guys, I was up all night with (Y/N). Time sure flies when you’re having fun, you know~?”

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vetteltea · 6 months

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Sebastian Vettel and Baking Christmas Treats [no warnings]

Day 3 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

You have never been able to understand how your husband brings such a gentle wave of peace to a household, but you would never complain.

Complaining would be pointless, especially when the ability to keep such a peaceful home had gained you an extra hour in bed that morning. It would have been so simple to let sleep overtake you, bury your head into your husband’s pillow and drift back into slumber, but curiosity had taken the better of you.

For a start, there was music coming from downstairs, upbeat, festive songs floating through the open-plan kitchen and up the stairs. You could hear his voice, singing along to each song which came on, only seemingly more performative in his vocals as they continued. Without hesitation, you slipped on the dressing gown which he had lovingly left at the end of your bed, adjusting the blankets on the bed and slipping away from the bedroom.

“Sweetheart?” Your footsteps were clearly not as subtle as you had intended. It either must have been that or the fact that you had stepped on the one creaky stair; both of you kept reminding one another it needed fixing, though with the life you both lead, sometimes it was easier to place a job aside for another day. “Are you coming to join?”

Stepping into the kitchen, you were certain you felt your heart melt and rejoin in various patterns. Your husband stood at the counter, blonde curls which he had finally let you trim still as unruly as when you had first met. He’s wearing an old t-shirt, his pajama pants are clearly stained, though to you he is still the most handsome man in the universe. In one hand, he holds a baking tray, shortbread biscuits already baked and if your visual clues are correct, ready for decorating. In the other, a blinking, smiling one-year-old, her curls identical to her father, but blessed with your eyes.

“Good morning, Momma!” His voice raises an octave, gently bouncing your daughter in his grasp and placing down the baking tray, his free hand now motioning you over. Your routine settles in, pressing a soft kiss to your daughters forehead, another to Sebastian’s lips.

“Are we decorating, then?” You adjust the sleeves of your dressing gown, making sure that they won’t dip into the icing or sprinkles he had already bought out. It had become a tradition when you were first dating, long before the birth of your daughter or even moving in together; the first weekend of December was for making Christmas Cookies and watching movies. Whereas last year was some slapstick about a holiday romance, you were more than excited to flick back to an animation this year for the youngest member of the family.

The youngest member in question has already transfixed onto the bright colors of the icing and sprinkles, cooing loudly and attempting to reach her tiny hand to grasp at the decorations. Your husband has always been a firm believer in physical development, hence why he gently leant forward, letting her hands grab onto what he thought would be one of the cookies they had baked whilst you had been asleep.

It all happens too quickly for you to stop; one hand dips into the royal blue icing before lifting dramatically at the sensation, flinging her tiny paw away from the counter and into your husband’s face, his chin and lips now frosted in icing.

For a moment, you think you’re about to have a crying baby and an annoyed husband - but, this is Sebastian. More importantly, his daughter inherits so many of your traits, though one which he holds close to his heart; the ability to laugh and smile anything off. Immediately, your daughter falls into a bout of giggles, her father being painted bright blue clearly amusing.

And of course, you can’t disagree, laughing alongside the baby as you walk over to the drying rack, collecting some kitchen paper to wipe away the frosting.

“Thank you, my darling.” He shakes his head at the grinning baby, still in fits of giggles as you gently take her hand, wiping away the remaining icing, before turning the attention to your husband, gently cleaning his jaw and chin. When the icing only remains on his lips, you pull away, smirking.

“I think you missed-” He begins, before realizing your intentions, his own grin mirroring your own. Lips are finally back on his own, the feeling of kissing you always identical to the first time; how his heart had raced and was shocked to believe it was actually happening. You were kissing him.

He would have kept it up, completely forgotten the cookies for another hour, if he hadn’t felt a tiny hand on his cheek, a whine from his daughter. The moment he pulls away, her tiny face is pressed to yours, adamant that she now wants kisses from her mama. The two of you trade her off, letting her nuzzle into your chest and blink up at your face whilst keeping eye contact with her father.

“Traitor.” He mumbles. “My own girls are against me!” It’s said with nothing but the sincerest amount of love, really.

“Awah, she just wants to decorate cookies, don’t you?” Your attention presses to look at the baby, kissing the top of her forehead. Sebastian doesn't hesitate this time in stepping forward, his arm around your shoulder as you both step back towards the cookies, keeping traditions whilst adding a third member to the memories.

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perfectsunlight · 6 months

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢? [𝟗]

𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟮.𝟱𝗸

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃��

love wasn’t a member of ning’s family.

yizhuo only remembered her mother’s voice in the form of screams. the sound of her venomous tone still rang in her ears whenever she thought about her.

sometimes ning wondered if she would have been better off without remembering anything about her mother. growing up in a household devoid of love and filled with hostility had shaped ning in ways she struggled to comprehend.

she was too young to remember anything else about her mother. then again, she didnt stick around to leave any memorable impressions anyway.

not any good ones at least.

ning yizhuo knew the feeling of loss from the age of four when her mom left.

her father worked long hours, living paycheck to paycheck every month in order to keep a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. she struggled to make friends due to her failing to have anything in common with her classmates. the noise that formerly filled her life had forced her to be silent.

she was quiet.

the walks home were quiet. her home was quiet. her life was quiet.

ningning hated the quiet. it made her feel guilty.

guilty for being the cause of her parent’s problems. guilty for being the reason her father was never home. guilty for being the reason her mom left.

that’s when ning yizhuo realized that love was not real. because if love was real, it wouldn't have left her alone in the suffocating embrace of silence and guilt. her mother’s love felt nothing like that, and neither did her father’s.

ning’s childhood became even more miserable the moment her father found out how easy money could be made off of her talent. suddenly she was signed up for music shows and competitions, just for her father to rake in a few extra dollars for rent.

she was got to being used for years, and it didn’t stop even when she left china. maybe that’s what made you so different to ning?

you never used her. the mere thought of you doing what everyone else did to her made her queasy. she hated ignoring your calls and texts, knowing how badly you wanted to explain things but she couldn’t bring herself to sit there and hear the words come out of your mouth.

to know for certain that you used her made her feel horrible.

but there was nothing in ning’s life that made her feel more miserable than seeing you and her group member together.

the first week was the hardest. yizhuo didn’t bother getting up out of bed. aespa had been given a few days off to rest and recover, but the young idol could do anything but rest.

ningning cried the first night you called her after what happened. the image of aeri’s hand on your waist burned in the forefront of her mind as she curled into her tear-stained sheets.

the sound of your voice was once a source of comfort, but it now echoed with the painful imagery of your hand intertwined with another's.

as she held the phone to her chest, tears cascaded down her cheeks, painting a vivid trail of her anguish on the pillowcase. part of her anguish stemmed from her unable to understand why it hurt so much. you two were never dating, or anything even close to it.

but you made her feel something she’s never felt in her entire life.

ning’s chest rose and fell with anguish, her breaths labored and heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. the cracks of moonlight shone through the blinds of her bedroom, illuminating her sea of pain and bringing to dim light her disheveled appearance.

she didn’t know how long she cried for, or when she even ended up falling asleep due to pure exhaustion. all she knew was that even when she woke, she felt even worse than she did the day before. the young idol convinced herself to get up and go to the company’s gym just to go for a brisk walk on the treadmill to clear her head, and also hoping it would exhaust her enough so she could sleep properly later on.

however, ningning wasn’t expecting to see you and aeri working out together by the weights.

the sight of aeri giving you a kiss before doing her next set made the air in her lungs disappear. she wanted to look away, to escape the suffocating pain that surged within her, but her feet felt rooted to the ground. the weight of her emotions held her captive, unable to tear her gaze away from the scene that tormented her soul.

a rush of conflicting emotions swept through ningning—pain, betrayal, and an overwhelming sense of loneliness. the sight before her shattered the fragile semblance of hope she had tried to nurture within herself, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

with a heavy heart and teary eyes, she turned away, retreating from the gym with faltering steps. the tears she had tried to suppress earlier welled up again, blurring her vision as she stumbled back up to her room. her resolve to clear her mind shattered along with the hope of finding solace in exercise.

once back in the solitude of her room, ningning collapsed onto her bed, her sobs echoing in the silence. the morning sun poking through the blinds illuminated the anguish etched on her tear-streaked face. the weight of her emotions threatened to drown her in an ocean of despair once more.

this vicious cycle continued for the next week. ning would try and go out, only to see glimpses of you and your new girlfriend everywhere she went.

the subsequent days felt like a relentless onslaught of torment for ningning. every attempt to escape the haunting reminders of your newfound relationship ended in despair. it seemed as though fate conspired against her, offering constant glimpses of you and aeri, a bitter reminder of what she had lost.

whether she strolled through the company corridors or sought solace in the surrounding cityscape, the echoes of your presence lingered, a cruel and inescapable torment. the world around her seemed to conspire to magnify her pain, presenting her with constant reminders of something she could never have.

not to mention, aeri’s room was in the same corridor as hers. the quiet allowed for her to hear the muffled sounds of your voices before you disappeared behind aeri’s door.

the proximity of aeri's room to hers became a source of agony in itself. the thin walls, barely shielding the sounds of your conversations and laughter, felt like an intrusion into ning’s personal space.

the solitude of her own room now felt like a prison. each muffled conversation heard through the walls was a twist to the knife, a cruel reminder that you were just beyond her reach.

as usual, the chinese girl turned to her cigarettes for some form of solace. she told herself she’d quit, but in her eyes she no longer had a reason to.

smoke tendrils danced above her head as she tried to cloud her mind from the images that refused to escape her memory. the familiar burn in her lungs gave the young idol a fleeting distraction, a temporary numbness to the relentless ache that gripped her heart. her fingers trembled slightly as she lit another cigarette, the thin haze in the room a metaphor for the fog that enveloped her thoughts.

in the haze of her solitude, she found herself relying on cigarettes more often, seeking comfort in the transient relief they offered. each drag on the cigarette offered a brief respite, a momentary escape from the suffocating pain that engulfed her.

but the acrid taste mingled with the bitterness of her emotions didn’t give as much relief as it used to.

as days turned into nights and the cycle of torment persisted, ningning found herself seeking a different form of escape. the cigarettes no longer sufficed to dull the ache in her chest or to silence the echoes of her heartache.

naturally, she turned to liquor next.

in the quietness of her room, she reached for a bottle, the amber liquid offering a different kind of relief, a temporary anesthesia for the emotional anguish that consumed her. the burn of alcohol sliding down her throat provided a fleeting numbness, an illusory moment of reprieve from the emotional storm raging inside her.

with each swig, she felt the heaviness in her heart subside momentarily, replaced by a hazy blur that momentarily dulled the sharp edges of her pain. the room spun around her as the alcohol took effect, but she could make out your name on her phone as you called her for what seemed like the 10th time that week.

she hadn’t spoken to anyone, and used the “im sick” excuse to get out of practices. minjeong stopped by a few times to bring her food since she stopped eating, and jimin also would stop by to make sure the idol was still alive.

but she hadn’t spoken a word to giselle. not once.

in a haze of alcohol-induced emotions, ningning's phone buzzed incessantly with your calls. with unsteady hands, she clumsily reached for the phone, her vision blurred and thoughts muddled by the effects of the alcohol.

with a mix of frustration and despair, she answered the call, her voice trembling with the weight of emotions and the influence of the drinks. "what?" she slurred, the single word laced with bitterness and pain.

“ning…are you drunk right now?”

your concerned voice on the other end was met with a wave of conflicting emotions that surged within ningning. in her intoxicated state, she struggled to contain the flood of feelings that washed over her—a potent mix of hurt, anger, and heartache.

"why do you keep calling?" her words were tinged with a drunken resentment, an unfiltered expression of the raw emotions that festered within her. "i don't want to talk to you," she added, her voice cracking with the weight of unspoken anguish.

“aeri’s worried, i’m worried—”

the mention of aeri's name in your conversation, intended or not, acted as a catalyst, exacerbating ningning's intoxicated emotional state. the room spun around her, mirroring the whirlwind of emotions that clouded her thoughts.

"why are you with her?" she blurted out, her voice laced with a painful mixture of accusation and sorrow. amidst the blur of tears and alcohol, ningning felt a surge of irrational anger directed not just at the situation but also at you. the alcohol-fueled courage pushed her to voice the turmoil within her, even though she knew her words were fueled by intoxication and despair. “did you use me to get with my member?” yizhuo added, taking another quick swig of her bottle.

“no, yizhuo,” you whispered over the line, and ning could only imagine the rapper sleeping next to you. she didn’t need to use her imagination to know what the two of you were up to at certain hours, considering how close aeri’s room was. “if anything i used aeri to get with you.”

“oh so you just get naked for any of my members? is that it?” ning’s slurred words hung in the heavy silence that followed, the weight of her accusations reverberating in the air. your response, though whispered and earnest, only fueled the turmoil within ningning. her mind raced, clouded by the haze of alcohol and the jumbled mess of her emotions.

a bitter irony twisted in her thoughts. she wished she could be more like the rapper—confident, assured, and seemingly unaffected by the chaos that had engulfed the youngest member’s world. aeri embodied everything that ningning felt she lacked—an effortless charm, an air of self-assuredness, and an ability to navigate relationships with ease.

“aeri is more than someone i sleep with,” you replied quickly and firmly, not liking the accusations the drunk girl was implying. your heart ached for ning, and you wanted nothing more than to go next door and take away the bottle that was in her hands.

in her drunken state, ningning's insecurities amplified, and a pang of envy surged within her. never in her life would she be vulnerable with anyone, especially you. she couldn’t let you see the cracks that littered her life, or the dents that were prominent underneath every spotlight and red carpet.

yizhuo was damaged goods. no one wanted that. you would never want that—you would never want her.

“then what was i? just someone you slept with?” ningning shouted, silent sobs falling from her mouth as she curled into herself, clutching the bottle of amber liquid closer to her chest.

your attempts to explain and reassure ningning faltered amidst the haze of her emotions. your words, though sincere, seemed to collide with the wall of insecurities she had built around herself. as she lashed out with anguished accusations, you tried to interject, to calm the storm of emotions raging within her.

"yizhuo, please, it's not like that," you pleaded, your voice tinged with concern and desperation, hoping to reach through the fog of her distress.

but ningning couldn't bring herself to trust or believe in your reassurances. not while she knew you were laying next to aeri.

“no! you’re lying!” she cried out, the words laden with a hurt that pierced through the facade she tried to maintain. her voice trembled with a mix of anguish and desperation, her vulnerability laid bare in the solitude of her room.

in her fragile state, the emotions surged.

overwhelmed by the tumult of emotions, she ended the call and flung her phone across the room, an obvious gesture of her frustration and inability to cope with the whirlwind of emotions engulfing her.

nothing was helping her. not the bottle in her hands, the weed in her closet, or the cigarettes in her nightstand. there was nothing that worked anymore, and it mortified her.

little did ning know, you had been sober for a few weeks, and being with aeri helped you stay sober. it felt good, it felt right.

unfortunately, ning wasn’t in the same boat. she had only sunk deeper.

she had only ever smoked and drank, but none of that worked anymore. nothing was working. ning needed something that would make everything stop hurting.

which was why one of her last nights at the club she took a chance and stole something she never thought she’d end up doing. at least, not alone. she got it in hopes that the two of you would try it together.

but now it would serve a different purpose.

the idol pulled the baggie from the nearby sock on her floor. she had stashed it in there because she knew jimin would find it if it was anywhere else. the leader could handle the weed being in her room at most, but this?

this was different. this was dangerous.

ning could feel the ringing in her ears and her hazy vision starting to tunnel in on only the bag in the palm of her hand. silence filled the room, with not even the ac unit humming to fill the void.

it was quiet. it had been quiet since you left.

ningning hated the quiet.

which was why she ended up trying something new — molly.

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#ningning #ning yizhuo #ningning x reader #aespa x reader #aespa #aespa fic #kpop fic #karina #winter #giselle #gxg #wlw #kpop #groupie love #perfectsunlight

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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 8 months

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A DC X DP IDEA #21

A PENNY FOR MY AND YOUR THOUGHTS #1…

The Justice League tries to understand the intricacies of the Ghost Zone and ghostly physics. Batman, in particular, attempts to apply logic to the supernatural world, leading to some hilarious debates with Danny who in return explains to Batman how his family’s and his version of physics breaks all logic.

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You know this idea kind of came up to me, I’ve had my share of DC X DP crossovers of stories over the past year, and let me. Now that I’m talking out loud I found this hilarious cause tell you this opinion of mine was in the back of my head ever since

Logic is always present in the DC franchise whether it is their machines or some great evil weapons there is always some sort of explanation that uses science-defined words that can be translated into comic science. From magicians as well to magic shenanigans there is always some sort of logic behind each interaction. Batman uses full time to counter-act everything, and I mean everything in case they turn to the other side.

And there is DP…

I mean in all logic there is an absolute quack. The Fenton’s way a lipstick can be turned into some sort of laser gun against a ghost, okay two questions first how did they manage to cram the function to fire away a small yet precise blast towards the intended direction and second how did they even modify an everyday looking lipstick into that. The Fenton creep stick is just a baseball bat with a green sticker yet for some reason works on ghosts. Let’s not forget that the two eccentric ghost hunters have designed and built many of the ghost-hunting devices, often using household objects or repurposed machinery. I mean I saw the YouTube vids about how to build a bomb or even how to make your weapon made out of everyday machinery yet there are still machine parts that cannot be found in everyday appliances to ensure a functioning and safe weapon.

Let’s not also forget about the ectoplasm, the show repeatedly stated that ectoplasm is radioactive, sure there are the mutated dinners as well as some other stuff but the fact that it did’nt affect the other two children of the Fenton’s due to prolonged exposure of ectoplasm beneath there own home amazes me. I mean look at our everyday powerplant there is a huge distance between a power plant to civilization to avoid future problems, heck we are exposed to light radiation everyday. Doctors advise us to stay away from radiation or lessen our time spent with everyday radiation. Sure there are some fan fics about how the entire population of Amity Park is somehow contaminated and gained some sort of ghost ability like extra strength and glowing eyes but majority of them, Danny was the only one seeing that he had an entire dimension fall on him when he opened the portal.

Now mash the two fandoms together and you’ll see my mental image of Batman and Phantom debating the logic behind DP logics despite having the same two fandoms living in the same universe, while the rest of the League watches in great focus as they have never seen Batman so worked up before as well on how their new League member create such highly functioning weapons.

I mean if I saw someone create a staff turned into some sort of double-bladed lightsaber from household items, I would also question my sanity as well as my knowledge.

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Just a thought of mine….don't mind me 😕😕😕

#dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp

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bangtanhoneys · 4 months

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The Kim, Chu & Jeon Household

Note: Happy birthday to myself! It's not till the 28th but I'm going to be early for once. This isn't up to the usual standards but here it is anyway. Hope you enjoy.

It was hard to believe that Grace now had a two week old daughter. After nine months of pregnancy, a numbing amount of hours in labour and one extra day in hospital, Kim Bora had arrived.

Of course, her daughter did nothing other than sleep, eat and poop and cried plenty in between but she was here, safe and sound and growing at a fast rate. Bora remained unbothered by her new life - sometimes content to lay in her father’s arms and look around, watching everything with an intent gaze until she needed a nap. Sometimes she was wide awake, feeding like a hungry kitten and little fingers exploring.

Either way, she was beautiful.

It was becoming the norm now as they settled into life with a newborn. Grace and Seokjin took turns, sharing the duties even if it was late at night or very early in the morning. There was no routine to follow, the two just going with the flow of whatever rhythm their daughter was going with that day. They were fortunate enough, unlike most normal parents, to have the chance to step away from their careers and settle into life as parents without the worries of money and time.

The rest of Bangtan followed along. They took up the mantle with one member out for a year, the other adjusting to life as a new father. And they visited plenty ever since Grace had left the hospital, coming over when their schedules would allow and there was always someone nearby to run for supplies if needed.

Jungkook was a prime example of this.

He had essentially moved in.

One of the bedrooms had become his own now - clothes were in the closet, chunky shoes in the corner, a guitar or two on the walls, a mini fridge with his drinks of choice and a large enough TV that took over one wall.

And as much as Seokjin complained, Jungkook had been a massive help. He was a door down from their bedroom and normally the first one up and about whenever Bora cried and he was always the first one to perk up when he heard noises from the crib that was currently in their bedroom. It was cute to watch Jungkook turn into the big brother he was meant to become.

The big brother had just returned from a schedule at HYBE where they were planning their next comeback and had taken a shower, picked up Bora from her crib where she had taken a nap and woke up hungry and handed her over to Grace.

“Thanks,” Grace chuckled as she took her daughter and went to the living room.

“Hyung! Want help with dinner?” Jungkook asked, turning on his foot to head to the kitchen.

“When are you moving out?” was the usual response but Seokjin wanted Jungkook there as much as Grace did. They had become a little family the past two weeks.

There was the sound of squabbling in the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans being moved around from where they were stored and the sound of Jungkook chopping the vegetables on the counter while he told his big brother about the day at HYBE.

Grace glanced down to her daughter who was more than content to suckle, her eyes wide open while her fingers wrapped around one of Grace’s. “You’ve got a big appetite like your Dad,” she laughed and let her daughter have her dinner, her attention flitting between the TV and the noise from the kitchen.

It sounded like a regular family on a typical Seoul night.

The father and son are in the kitchen, with the mother and daughter on the couch. And while they were everything but blood, Grace had to admit that to the outside world, they were just a typical South Korean family at the best of times. In a way, Jungkook was always going to be their ‘son’ since the two of them with the help of the rest of BTS had taken Jungkook under their wing the moment he arrived in Seoul and had never let go.

Even if he was a man now, a successful military career behind him, a very successful solo career still in the palm of his hands and every bit the golden maknae still. To Seokjin and Grace, he would still be Jeon Jungkook of Busan rather than JK.

Once her daughter had finished eating and properly burped, the sound making Grace laugh, and dinner was being plated up, Grace settled Bora on the rocker that was in view of everyone as they settled down for dinner. Another ‘family tradition’ that started from the early days of BTS - there was to be a family meal together at the dining room table.

By the end of the night, the three of them were sprawled on the couch with Bora fast asleep on Jungkook’s chest who was just about awake and Grace leaning against Seokjin’s side who let out a large yawn.

“Is everyone awake?” he asked, reaching up to rub one of his eyes as the other one took a glance around the room.

“About,” Jungkook yawned back as his tattooed hand secured his sister and the other came up to ruffle his hair.

“Any schedules we need to worry about?” Grace asked, stretching out tired and still sore limbs from having given birth two weeks ago.

Seokjin let out a grunt as he opened his phone and tried to get his eyes to focus on the shared calendar between the eight of them and company but gave up completely and handed his phone to Grace.

“Wow hyung, definitely getting old,” Jungkook murmured with a grin. Seemed he still had the energy to tease his favourite member.

“No breakfast for you then,” was the reply which made Jungkook laugh under his breath, careful not to wake the sleeping baby.

“No schedule, but Namjoon has one in the evening,” Grace finally clarified. “So you know that will mean everyone will be over for lunch tomorrow.”

“More mouths to feed. Do they think we run a restaurant?” Seokjin groaned as he sat up, stretching. He walked over to where Jungkook lay and reached out to pick his daughter up.

“Nooo, not yet,” Jungkook pouted, knowing Seokjin was going to put Bora to bed.

“Yessss,” Seokjin replied as he grinned. “You need to go to bed, you’re dead on your feet. We all are. Come on, get moving,” he gently kicked Jungkook’s foot.

Off he went to put his daughter to sleep and to give himself a shower, which just left Jungkook and Grace to haul themselves off the couch and to bed. Jungkook sighed and knew if he was at home on his own, he’d be on LIVE with ARMY, three beers in and staying up till 6am but here, they kept on a proper scheduled pattern. Feed, drink, sleep and repeat.

“Come on noona,” Jungkook rolled onto his feet and wandered over, taking the hands that were already held out. “I can’t wait to have you back with us.”

“I can’t wait to be back either,” she sighed as she helped turn off the TV, lights and closed curtains but left the hallway light on for any nighttime wanders into the kitchen. “It’s nice having time off but god it is boring.”

#bts 8th member #bts eighth member #bts additional member #bts female member #bts fic #bangtanbaby

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spooky-bunnys · 11 months

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Hey! I really like your work. Can I get the new episode of Baby Haitani please and thanks!

Haitani Baby Brother Part 4

I'm so glad! Hope you Enjoy!

It's been almost 5 months since the incident. Sanzu has fit semi-well in the Haitani household. His relationship with (Name) had improved greatly. But the brothers weren't too happy with the Alpha at the moment.

Sanzu sat on his knees in the living room. Being lectured by Rindou, because the pinkette tried having some "special" time with (Name). Which might be added was warned not to happen by the doctor, due to a chance or harming the pups.

"Seriously Sanzu! You were making direct eye contact with him, when he told you no sex because of the pups! What's wrong with you?!" Sanzu huffed. "It's not my fault! His scent is getting sweeter. And since I haven't been able to mark him, it's getting tougher to hold my inner Alpha in." Rindou sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

He was partly right, Bonten had been so busy he hasn't be able to actually mark (Name). There's been more traitors being exposed, and more companies have been trying to double cross them. So (Name) has been mostly by himself, with guards of course! Can't leave him unprotected.

Which is bad considering, (Name) is getting closer to his due date. Which had everyone on their toes. (Name) was currently in his nest, enjoying his cheesecake with honey. Waiting for his Alpha to come back. He wanted cuddles.

A knock on the bedroom door, startling from his food land. "Who is it?" "It's your favorite brother~" "I thought Rin was talking to Chiyo in the living room?" Ran threw open the door making a dieing animal noise. (Name) laughed loudly. "I'm kidding Aniki. You both know I don't have a favorite brother."

Ran scoffed and grumbled. "Well your last check up is tomorrow. We're gonna have it at HQ so everyone can be there. If that's okay with you?" (Name) nodded excitedly. He missed the others company. He wasn't allowed to leave the penthouse, according to his brothers and his Alpha.

He knows they want him safe, but he missed the sun and fresh air. Even his balcony privileges had been taken away! (Name) laid down his empty plate, and slowly leaned up. Holding his stomach carefully.

Ran quickly helped him sit up. "Bathroom break?" (Name) nodded quickly and Ran laughed. Ran help him up and took the dirty dishes. "Now remember the doctor said, to be careful with the cheesecakes." (Name) pouted and nodded.

He didn't get to eat them as much as when he was first pregnant. Due to the sugar level of the cheesecakes. But his cravings have weirded everyone out. Especially when he ate vanilla wafers with mustard. (Note: I love that combination lol)

When they arrived to the appointment, (Name) was clinging to his Alpha. He'd been extra clingy this morning. They figured it was because he was due anytime now. While Sanzu was just enjoying the attention.

The brothers following them, grumbled in annoyance. Their baby brother barely gave them attention anymore. They missed (Name) coming to them for attention. But now, he had Sanzu and soon, he'd have his own pups.

Upon entering the doctor office, (Name) noticed that the upper members, were already inside. (Name) greeted them with a bright smile, rubbing his very round stomach. He paused momentarily, before smiling widely.

"Chiyo! The pups are kicking!" Sanzu immediately placed his hands on (Name)'s stomach. He smiled feeling the hard kicks against his hands. "Their gonna be strong pups my love." Everyone smiled at the loving moment.

But that died quickly when (Name) violently cringed, gripping his stomach tightly. Sanzu immediately cupped (Name)'s face. "(Name)? Love what's wrong?" (Name)'s face scrunched up. The brothers quickly pulled him away and handed him a trash can.

(Name)'s body shook while he was sick. This worried everyone tremendously. (Name) yelled loudly and stared at his feet. Water surrounding them. Everyone froze. Mikey was the first to react. Quickly yelling for someone to get th doctor.

Sanzu quickly helped (Name) onto the hospital bed, that was in the room. His scent revealed how truly worried he was at the moment. It felt like forever until the doctor finally arrived. The doctor quickly made his way over. "I wasn't expecting him to go into labor. I don't know if he'll make it to the hospital."

The brothers immediately starting arguing saying that he should've been prepared. But (Name) silenced them, when he started yelling in pain. Making everyone flinch. The scent of distressed Omega filled the air. Making the Alpha's panic.

(Name) had fainted from the pain. He couldn't remember much of what happened. He remembers holding his Alpha's hand so tight, he thought it'd break. He remembers seeing his older brothers paicking faces.

Then there was darkness, then there was a bright light.

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gothhabiba · 1 year

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Loving the people in your family, mind you, is not at odds with a commitment to family abolition. Quite the reverse. I will hazard a definition of love: to love a person is to struggle for their autonomy as well as for their immersion in care, insofar such abundance is possible in a world choked by capital. If this is true, then restricting the number of mothers (of whatever gender) to whom a child has access, on the basis that I am the “real” mother, is not necessarily a form of love worthy of the name. Perchance, when you were very young (assuming you grew up in a nuclear household), you quietly noticed the oppressiveness of the function assigned to whoever was the mother in your home. You sensed her loneliness. You felt a twinge of solidarity. In my experience, children often “get” this better than most: when you love someone, it simply makes no sense to endorse a social technology that isolates them, privatizes their lifeworld, arbitrarily assigns their dwelling-place, class, and very identity in law, and drastically circumscribes their sphere of intimate, interdependent ties. But I am getting ahead of myself.

Most family abolitionists love their families. It is true of course that it is usually the people who have had bad experiences within a social system, and who feel things besides love for that system, who initiate movements to overthrow it. But loving one’s family in spite of a “hard childhood” is pretty typical of the would-be family abolitionist. She may, for instance, sense in her gut that she and the members of her family simply aren’t good for each other, while also loving them, wishing them joy, and knowing full well that there are few or no available alternatives in this world when it comes to providing much-needed care for everybody in question. Frankly, loving one’s family can be a problem for anyone. It might put extra weights around the ankles of a domestic battery survivor seeking to escape (especially given the economic punishments imposed by capitalism on those who flee commodified housing). It might hinder a trans or disabled child from claiming medical care. It might dissuade someone from getting an abortion. Right now, few would deny that reproductive rights—let alone justice—are everywhere systematically denied to populations. Austerity policies purposively render proletarian baby-making crushingly unaffordable, even for two or three or four adults working together, let alone one. Housework is sexed, racialized, and (except in the houses of the rich) unwaged. It is unsurprising, in these global conditions, that large numbers of humans do not or cannot love their families. Reasons range from simple incompatibility to various phobias, ableism, sexual violence, and neglect.

— Sophie Lewis, Abolish the Family. Verso, 2022.

#I wish I had a page number to cite! I don't because my copy of this book is a lousy epub #lol #Sophie Lewis #family abolition

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demonslayedher · 8 months

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This is the Hashibira House--hear me out

I've mentioned this idea in a few posts here and there, but I'm putting it here with my nine reasons:

I think Tanjiro will ask Inosuke to inherit the family home and charcoal kiln.

Reason 1. Kanata and Sumihiko live in the city and show no ties to charcoal farming. This makes me very sad, but although they inherit Tanjiro's sword and the earrings, and although the two of them both perform Hinokami Kagura at a local shrine at New Years (Fanbook #2 Taisho Secret), they are is no mention of charcoal aside from the "sumi" in Sumihiko's name. Even then, he is the second son, so it's kind of like they forgot the family traditional when Kanata was born. Really goes to show how much they still value the old family trade that kept them working with fire, hmph!

Although Tanjiro knew the need for charcoal was decreasing (Fanbook #2 post-epilogue comic), and although he'd probably be happy to see his descendant free to be a parkouring zookeeper, that's still generations of the family trade that's been tossed out. Not that Hinokami Kagura is needed in their world anymore, but still, that sucks some of the meaning dry. So again, I am sad.

Reason 2. There is precedent for the house and its legacy to be passed around.

According to the Taisho Secret right before Chapter 191, the house was previously used by Yoriichi and "Uta." It only became the Kamado house once Suyako and Sumiyoshi came across it when it was abandoned.

It was temporarily abandoned again later on when Tanjiro had to take Nezuko and make a run for it, and despite all the care taken of it the house is already hundreds of years old, so it wouldn't be surprising if it gets abandoned again. Still sad, though.

Reason 3. Tanjiro already kind of expected he wouldn't live there long.

In the Fanbook #2 post-epilogue comic, Tanjiro mentions that even though he doesn't need to, he likes working, and he wants to leave money for everyone when he's gone.

He feels the effects of his injuries and everything else he's been through, and needs regular check-ups down at the Butterfly Mansion. Maybe he'll be fine for most of the years he has left, but what if it's a steady decline from the easily-tired point he's already found himself in? Take care of the house is going to take more and more out of him, and his children won't be old enough to take on many responsibilities before he's 25.

He's at peace with the understanding that he'll be gone someday and hopes the others will live peaceful lives without him.

We know that Kamaboko living arrangement couldn't had lasted long, though, because he and Kanao go on to have descendants together.

Reason 4. Kanao's not going to have Kaburamaru for long.

As much as I have faith in Kanao to live near-blind in the deep mountains, it's going to be a bit harder once she loses her seeing-eye snake, and Kaburamaru's already a somewhat old snake by the time she inherits him. If she's going to continue being a doctor, she may have an easier time of that staying in the Butterfly Mansion with all the resources there, and patients coming to her (a challenge to ask them to go up the mountain for her services).

Reason 5. There's someone who might do just fine without those extra conveniences and resources, for she is very resourceful.

Even though Kanao would insist the contrary, Aoi--who always called Shinobu by "-sama" and never "-neesan"--might feel Kanao has more claim to inherit the Butterfly Mansion, for Aoi was always a little hard on herself and insecure in her role as a failed Corp member. I stress again, none of this would make a difference to Kanao, who knows Shinobu cared about Aoi just as much. As much as Aoi has demonstrated her ability to run a clinic, I have just as much faith in her to run a mountain household, including handling its inevitable repairs, as well as to go make house calls around the village whenever needed.

Reason 6. Inosuke is more genki than anybody. And, more importantly, he's learned to make charcoal.

This takes us back to the comic in Fanbook #2, where Inosuke is so well-adjusted to life in the Kamaboko household that he's not only learned the charcoal trade well enough to say, "buy Inosuke-sama's charcoal," but he's also a shining star when it comes to doing chores. He's doing really well with growing up and taking on human responsibility!

He is also, however, the King of the Forest. That's his home, and even when spending long periods of time in the Butterfly Mansion, the forests call him.

Reason 7. You know who else loves nature? This dude.

Just because he wants to be alone in nature doesn't mean he grew up on Mt. Kumotori, but I do suspect he has spent a lot of time there, because that's where the blue spider lilies--the subjects of his failed research--had come from. Although we don't know how this research started and who got the flowers in the first place, the potential connection is strong.

If he wasn't raised in that house, then maybe he and his family still go out there regularly to take care of it. After all, even if they don't remember who and they're unmarked, there are important graves to show respect to and take care of there. Maybe it was on a trip like that when Aoba discovered where the blue spider lilies grow, which put him on the botany path.

You know who he apparently didn't run into? Any Kamados, as he and Sumihiko didn't meet until Aoba was unemployed and Sumihiko was scolded by the police and they were both hanging out and depressed in the park.

Reason 8. Tanjiro trusts Inosuke.

Entrusting Nezuko to Zenitsu is one thing--Zenitsu obviously would do anything to keep Nezuko safe, happy, and comfortable, but Zenitsu's heart isn't in the mountains. He's a city boy and doesn't like the inconveniences of mountain life, and clearly he doesn't show much initiative for the demands of keeping a mountain home. Tanjiro wouldn't expect this of Zenitsu, nor would he trust him with it, even if he'd trust Zenitsu with just about anything else.

In Inosuke's case, Tanjiro understands Inosuke at an intuitive level--what he needs to hear and be told, and what Inosuke's strengths are. If ever Tanjiro got the inkling that he can no longer take care of the house, or that he must prioritize taking care of his small children and partially blind wife, then he wouldn't think of anyone else but Inosuke who would be happier having that home for his own.

Inosuke sure wouldn't be happy at first, though. That house is Kamado Tanjiro's house, and he doesn't want a house without Kamado Tanjiro in it.

But Inosuke, who has never had a traditional nuclear family, might come around to the idea of being the head of his own family, and having something normal and human like this of his own.

The Hashibira house, with Inosuke the head of the Hashibira family, providing for them with his labor.

I can imagine Tanjiro would run the idea by Aoi first, who would accept the responsibility as an honor, and maybe this would come after Tanjiro and Kanao had been a married couple on their own a while in the house first. The town where the boys sell charcoal is big enough that I can see Nezuko being pretty happy settling down there where it's close both to home and more along the lines of Zenitsu's tastes, but eventually...

Reason 9. One way or another, the Kamado and Agatsuma families are both going to wind up in the heart of urban sprawl, far away from Mt. Kumotori.

It's only a question of when and why.

#kny fandom theories and meta #kamado tanjiro #kamado tanjirou #hashibira inosuke #hashibira aoba

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redd956 · 1 year

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Tornado Safety

This year’s tornado season prediction for the united states is looking quite grim, so I decided to make this lil tornado safety post.

Difference between Warning and Watch

First you need to know the different between a tornado warning and a tornado watch.

A tornado watch means there is a potential risk for tornadoes.

A tornado warning means that server weather as bean spotted.

The real one you know to get going for is the tornado emergency which means that there is truly something heading your way. However you should respond to all of these appropriately, and if one is issued keep watch for the weather.

What to look out for

The calm before the storm is a real thing. The wind may die down, and the air become still. Everything might fall silent for a moment

The sky is turning dark really fast, or green, or both.

A roar similar to that of a distant freight train. Tornado’s sound like freight trains.

Fast moving and rotating clouds, especially if they’re making a funnel shape

Obviously tornado watches escalating for tornado warnings

What to do

Let’s say the tornado warning is now issued, and eventually a tornado is coming your way. What do you do? Well the situation depends on how immediate the danger is, and what your circumstances are.

First let’s start with the “average” American advice. Go to the lowest level of your home, and hopefully a basement or storm shelter.

Now if that isn’t an available option, there’s no need to fear or panic. The lowest level of your home is advised. Try an small enclosed room, with low to minimum windows, such as a bathroom, closet, or center hallway.

If you are in a mobile home GET OUT OF THERE.

WHY DOES THE UNITED STATES HAVE THESE, WHEN THEY’RE OVERPRICED ANYWAY, DEATH TRAPS, AND ITS THE COUNTRY WITH THE HIGHEST TORNADO RATES.

Let’s say there’s nowhere to go.

Go to a safe available nearby building, especially if it has a basement. However if that is still not an option lie in the nearest ditch (I know it sounds crazy but it works) and shield your head/neck with your hands

If taking shelter in a home, make sure everyone is with you. That can include pets, but if you’re in a super emergency situation it is better to leave them and get to shelter as quick as possible.

If you can get low and shield head, or body with a mattress, blanket, etc.

Natural Disaster Safety

Doesn’t matter where you live, you should probably have an emergency kit, especially one attuned to the climate of your area. This doubles if you’re in a natural disaster prone area.

Many of those in the United States have learned lately what the consequences of not having the proper equipment on hand are.

So what should you have for a tornado?

Battery Powered Radio

Flashlight

Extra Batteries

First Aid Kit

Water & Canned Food

Emergency things tailored to people of household (medical problems, etc)

If you live in a cold region also have cold safety materials too

What NOT to do & Extra

Don’t disregard the watches, and especially the warnings. They are there for a reason, and you should really keep an eye out. You might even want to head to shelter anyway if the wind is crazy strong.

Don’t stand near windows, or be that classic midwesterner who is on their porch getting a good shot of that swirly cloud of death. I know its fun...but its not safe.

If the situation is an absolute emergency don’t take time to grab your valuable. Its devastating to lose them, I've been there, but you can replace most tiny things and not a life.

Make sure any invalid family members have their own viable tornado plan. My grandma lives in a tornado prone area, and the plan has completely changed since she’s been confined to a walker. Make sure your family members like that have a plan.

Being in a car during a tornado is not safe at all. Drive to nearest shelter, or get out and hop in that ditch.

If the tornado looks like its standing still, it’s not. That shit is heading towards you.

Always be sure to remember to cover your head, or help shield your children.

Myth Busting

Overpasses are not safe shelter for when you’re in a car. It’s a myth, take that ditch instead if need be, or drive to a shelter.

Hiding under your car is dangerous. Tornados can drop on your car, either crushing you or sucking you up into the air along with your vehicle

Cars cannot outrun tornados

Don’t open your windows. It’s not going to stop the tornado from blowing your house over, instead it may even help it. It will allow for debris to enter your home easier, and cause the wind to be able to tear your house apart from the inside out.

Aftermath

It’s hit now, maybe your house was safe or not. Keep track of watches still, tornados can return, or could be apart of a tornado outbreak, meaning a second or even third tornado can hit the area.

Assume all downed lines are active and dangerous, try not to use the gas, electricity, and water til you’re sure its safe.

If you’re not home return home once it’s deemed safe

Keep aware of damaged buildings, glass, debris, etc.

If you want to and have the chance help your fellow man, lost animal, and etc. Checking on people is a kind and lifesaving thing to do, as well as securing people’s pets.

All of this from a person who lived in a tornado prone area growing up, to you.

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if i politely asked for kuro + koga with an s/o (they/them) whos physically affectionate would i get a smooch from jes

HONEY MY BABY EVER !! i smooch u on the cheek regardless but you'll get an extra one just for this + multiple smooches from kuro and koga :3 i decided to do hcs for this one – if you’d like a scenario instead feel free to req again <3

kuro & koga w. a physically affectionate s/o

no mentions of reader's pronouns, gn reader

kuro’s no stranger to physical affection – i like to think his little sister was constantly clinging onto him when they were younger – so it's not something that catches him completely off guard.

when you first do it, he'd be slightly surprised, and perhaps a little flustered at the proximity. ah, he's so close to the person he loves…

wide eyes + red cheeks combo teehee. he thinks it’s adorable how enthusiastic you are about showering him in your affection.

soon, though, he's looking down at you with the fondest smile. he loves you so, so much okay he's down so bad. he’ll probably pat you a little or even give you a forehead kiss :>

we all know this man is strong. he’d totally drop everything to catch you if you run at him.

wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting and spinning you with ease… you’re giddy; from him or the spin? who knows…

at the beginning of your relationship, he wouldn’t initiate hugs or physical affection that often, but once he realises how much you like it he’s much more inclined to do so! he’s the kind of guy to place a warm, gentle hand on your lower back to guide you… it’s so comforting and grounding.

i also think you two are always holding hands in some way, maybe even linking pinkies bc you’re cute like that.

he’d 100% let you clamber onto his lap and shower his face in kisses. just. holds onto your waist and chuckles quietly until you’re done.

overall he’s pretty receptive to physical affection, to the point where he adopts your mannerisms himself <3

koga under the cut!

now koga’s more of an enigma.

listen up now, he loves you, but he’s not gonna let that sully his tough guy image, ya got it? >:|

jokes aside, he’s likely to be eeeever so slightly put off by it at first, especially in the presence of his unit mates.

but he notices the way your face drops, the way you seem almost disappointed, and his heart squeezes. he never wants to upset you. you mean so much to him, and he never wants to be the cause of your tears.

you two talk about it and you agree to stick to a few rules. amazing. we stan communication in this household.

one, hand-holding is fine in public. he lets you cling onto his arm, play with his fingers, trace the lines on his palm… he also starts silently squeezing your hand three times, a secret code for i-love-you when he’s not able to say it out loud.

two, quick pecks are also okay. the other members of undead have often seen koga pressing his lips to your forehead, pulling away to give you the most lovestruck look ever. (koga would deny this so hard but his cheeks are incredibly red. no one's believing him.)

three, he’s completely at your mercy in private.

as much as he pretends to be rough and tough, this boy will absolutely melt when faced with your affection. he’d be weirdly quiet… but it’s just because he doesn’t know how to react!

boundaries are great and all, but that’s not to say he’s never going to show affection in public! he’s not as direct as you are, but that doesn’t make his ministrations any less valuable – an arm casually slung around your shoulder, or a hand playfully ruffling your hair... these are common, simple ways he expresses his love physically.

he’s a good cuddler, i think. he starts off all stiff limbs and pink cheeks but when he gets comfortable it’s a 10/10 experience for you both.

he’ll absentmindedly drag his fingers across your skin… just lying there, thinking about you both… what a simp.

overall, pupiy : ‘i have no need for affection bark bark bark woof… well fine i guess it’s okay if it’s you. hmph.’ ← secretly loves it

#✧ jes writes #kuro kiryu x reader #koga ogami x reader #koga oogami x reader #enstars x reader #kuro kiryu #koga ogami #koga oogami #enstars

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