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charliemwrites · 3 months

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Character File

Name: Castle “Daddy” Alistair Aliases: Daddy, Captain Daddy, Big Daddy Age: 38 Gender and pronouns: AMAB using he/him/his Marital Status: officially unmarried; unofficially – very taken Surviving family: mother, father, sister

Physical description: Standing at 6’3” (190.5 cm) and weighing 225 lbs. (102 kilos) Captain Alistair is all around built strong and thick. Broad shoulders, slight tapering at the waist, and thick thighs. His hair is dark brown, shaved close at the sides and longer at the top – if he allowed it to grow out it would curl. His eyes are a very deep brown with a strong, square jaw and aquiline nose. Teeth are straight and even, though he has prominent canines. (face claim: John Bernthal)

Identifying/Unusual features:

Two facial scars; one across the bridge of his nose and one high on his left cheek. Both required stitches, though they were acquired separately.

Tattoos: The SpecGru symbol on the left side of his chest An ouroboros snake around his left thigh A rook with daisies on his right bicep (for his little sister) A full back pieces of the Grim Reaper with ravens

Two crooked fingers from a break that didn’t set correctly

While he has several scars, the worst of them is crisscrossing circles around his left calf; a steel cord wrapped around it multiple times and almost took the entire leg

Early Childhood:

Castle was born to Clancy and Helena Alastair in Michigan. Clancy had always wanted a boy, so after a difficult delivery, he and Helena were happy to stop at one and focus all their attention on their son. The first twelve years of his life were spent in a quiet suburb that was developed in the 50s.

Clancy owned fifty percent of a construction company that he built from the ground up with a childhood friend. When Castle was old enough, his father began to bring him to construction sites, teaching him the basics of both business and carpentry. Castle grew up with a strong appreciation for hard work and building things from the ground up, instilled by his father. He greatly admired Clancy’s dedication and hands-on approach as a leader.

Castle also had a deep love and respect for his mother, a music teacher at the local high school. She was both charismatic and eccentric, with a love of silly dresses and jewelry. She embodied kindness and compassion without compromising her own self-respect, the people she loved were her whole world. Family was everything to her and Castle feels that she taught him what love truly is.

In middle school, Castle developed something of a temper. Love, he thought, meant protecting his family. Insults or jokes about either of his parents were met with swift and violent responses. He spent many afternoons in the principal’s office (and many nights without dessert) from brawls in the lunchroom or curses traded across classrooms.

In the spring of sixth grade, Clancy got into an accident that left him with permanent damage to his knee and lower back. He chose to sell his half of the company to his business partner, then bought a small farm that he moved his family to that summer. While Castle initially was angry about the move, and angry that he had no say in the matter, he found that he really enjoyed the wide-open spaces and all the animals they now had to tend to.

Seventh grade brought better friends and a better attitude. Working on the farm gave him a physical outlet for all his growing hormones.

That winter brought a little sister.

Clancy’s younger brother (the well-earned black sheep of the family) had had an affair. When his affair partner died of birth-related illness, he was left with an illegitimate child. Neither his affair partner’s family nor his own wife wanted anything to do with the baby. So he brought her to his eldest brother, Clancy.

Even past their prime and with no particular desire for another child, Clancy and Helena took the baby girl in without hesitation. (Though Clancy did kick his younger brother’s ass quite soundly while Castle sneakily watched from the window.) She didn’t even have a name yet. Helena jokingly suggested naming her “Rook” to go with “Castle,” but then their son latched onto the name, and it stuck.

Rook became Castle’s whole world as he helped his parents care for both a baby and their new farm. He often sat with her when he came home from school – kept an eye on her while he did homework, giving his parents a break to take care of things they hadn’t been able to with the baby. While they weren’t technically siblings, they were blood, and Clancy insisted that the age gap between them meant that Castle needed to act responsibly with her. That she would look up to him since he was so much older already.

In high school, he would often walk (or carry) Rook to and from preschool on his way to his own classes. Clancy wanted him to join the football team, and while Castle enjoyed it to an extent, he preferred to be helping at home.

It was in his junior year that he began to seriously consider joining the military. By senior year, he had decided. When he graduated, he went into an ROTC program at the state college an hour away. Once he graduated, he joined the marine corps.

Military Career:

Alistair rose quickly in reputation and rank during his time in the marine corps. A level-headed and disciplined man, he became known for his leadership prowess early on. While not outgoing, he was well-regarded by his comrades and often a morale-booster, excelling in any unit he was placed in. He excelled in stealth and infiltration but had an impressive record as a sniper as well.

Unfortunately, his career was cut short when information leaked on a high-risk mission. The mission was a failure, with two teammates sacrificing themselves for the sake of the unit. At the safehouse, the remains of the team were ambushed just as exfiltration arrived via helicopter.

While trying to help a comrade up, a steel cord tangled around his leg and nearly dragged him from the aircraft. In the pain and panic, he dropped his teammate to his death. Alistair would have lost his leg if not for the quick response of his sole surviving team member.

Alistair would later discover that very teammate was the one to betray the unit. The man mysteriously disappeared, and Alistair was honorably discharged from service.

A year later, he was recruited for the PMC known as SpecGru.

SpecGru:

Keegan Russ is credited with coining Alistair’s callsign, “Daddy,” though his fellow teammate Nila “Nova” Brown quickly adopted it as well. They claim this is due to Alistair’s close observation, concern for health, and deep protectiveness for his squad. His adaptive and lenient leadership style has endeared him to even the most standoffish of his team – Nikto.

The addition of the fifth and final member to his unit has skyrocketed them to one of the highest success rates in SpecGru.

#cod #thoughts™️#my writing #fanfiction #captain daddy #Castle Alistair #OC #my oc #cod oc #Castle “Daddy” Alistair #specgru reader

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yourheart-inmyhands · 6 months

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craving smthn soft with yan venti and freminet........ just... sweet words about how theyll never let you go, or think badly of you while holding you in their arms all snuggly in bed (whether you like it or not)

i love the contrast between venti and freminet, such gentle kind souls whilst also being entirely different at the base. A five star, anemo bow user, from mondstat versus a four star, cryo claymore user, from fontaine XD

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including obsessive behaviors, a little bit of delusional behaviors, the rest is just soft stuff :D, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti is in his element here, soft and sweet words whispered into your ear as he holds you close. The two of you laying together in bed as he keeps your head tucked onto his chest, his fingers tracing shapes that you don’t recognize faintly over your shoulder blades.

While he isn’t entirely opposed to using it, Venti prefers to keep violence and force out of the relationship, he wants you to naturally seek his company, to want him as badly as he wants you.

It’s why he never fuses or fights when you want affection or attention, gladly dropping whatever he’s doing to put all his attention on you. You are the only thing that really matters in his mind, all other things are lost among the absolute that is you. The way your every thought consumes him whole, his false heart seeming to beat out of control for you at just the thought of your presence.

His poetic nature only makes his words much sweeter, lips spewing endless trains of sugar coated symphonies that only your ears get to bear witness to.

Hours have passed feeling merely like minutes as you laid there, curled up in Venti’s embrace as his lips moved continuously. You didn’t know how he seemed to come up with such endless thoughts, and when asked he only replied that he could talk about you till the end of time. A silly, poetic answer, but one that carried still a lot of weight. A hum of content leaves your lips as you feel his fingers pick up their motions again. You weren’t familiar with the symbols Venti traced, even as you tried to reimagine them in your mind, it still never even came out to anything remotely legible to you. Whether it was just random patterns and swirls or something deeper to Venti didn’t matter much to you, just so long as he continued to love you so devotedly.

Yandere!Freminet is not good with words. He doesn’t know how to say all the sweet frilly stuff that couples say to each other. His fluster and stumbled words always tripping him up when he even thinks about what to say to you.

What he doesn’t mess up on talking about though is machines, because he knows machines. He knows how they work and what should and shouldn’t be with them, they have absolutes, something that words of affection sometimes don’t

So in his own, loving way, he talks about you as if you were a machine. If you were a robot that he built, how would he build you? Where does he start, what kind of material and parts does he use and what would you be built for. He explains it all in detail to you.

He tells you about the kinds of repairs and maintenance you might need. How often you might need a good polishing or a new coat of paint. If it has anything to do with machinery he will talk about it. It’s almost weird, but endearing in a way. To have someone think so deeply about you as an individual, discussing every small detail and piece of you with such invested interest. It’s strange, but so genuinely Freminet.

You could listen to Freminet talk for hours, laying beside you on the grass, hand holding yours as he gazes deeply into your eyes. Occasionally he sits up, leaning over you to trace down a specific part of your body, using the real you to explain the pretend machine you as a concept. It’s cute, the way he focuses so intently on describing every detail for you, running over the same part over and over again in his head until he’s certain you can picture the same thing he sees. He’s a little strange, but he’s so devoted to you, to everything that is or in relation to you. He’s Freminet, your dorky partner.

#genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x male reader #venti x reader #venti x male reader #yandere venti x reader #yandere venti x male reader #freminet x reader #freminet x male reader #yandere freminet x reader #yandere freminet x male reader #yandere venti #yandere fremient #yandere genshin

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undertakerslxt · 1 year

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Can I request undertaker x female reaper reader where, even though nobody thinks it's possible for reapers to get pregnant, reader starts having morning sickness, but her and undertaker just think she's sick and find out she's pregnant?

What would doting husband undertaker be like? What would he do the first time he feels the baby kick?

I like to think that this would only happen if two reapers have a love that is beyond the rules of the universe.

AND AUNTIE GRELL WOULD BE A THING!!!

YESSS!! omg i absolutely love this.

title; family

warnings; pregnancy, overload of cuteness and adrian being the happiest father-to-be alive (or unalive, technically).

It started out small, the signs. You would start feeling nauseous, especially in the mornings. At first, it was only the feeling, but then it would turn into you bent over the toilet, throwing up. Your husband was worried the first time it happened, because reapers couldn't get sick. Or, they weren't supposed to, anyway. For one to be throwing up was a bad sign. (And he couldn't help but immediately think Thorns, even if that wasn't a typical Thorns symptom.)

But then it continued. For days. Some days, you would just curl up under the blanket and not want to be disturbed. Other days, you spent a good portion of your morning in the bathroom. On week two of this, your husband was starting to suspect you weren't actually sick at all.

But how could his suspicion be right? Reapers were dead humans, without the ability to conceive or create life.

Yet that pregnancy test on the bathroom sink said otherwise.

His wide eyes stared right back at you, then slowly drifted down to your stomach. Of course, he wouldn't see any bump yet, but there was new life in your womb. Life both of you had created.

And impossibly, his dream of being a father had come true.

You both weren't with Dispatch anymore, but you were still friends with Grelle. She had been your best friend before you left, so how could you not share this news? You also wanted answers, though. How were you pregnant?

"From all I know, it has something to do with the pureness of a reaper's love," she explained one day, sitting both of you down. "Apparently, if your love is true and pure, despite all this being a punishment, you can be rewarded with a child. Nothing is more pure than a child, so it's supposed to be a representation of your own connection. A symbol, if you will, of how strong your love is that you can overcome a fundamental reaper law and conceive."

You blinked. "So... Adrian and I's love is so strong we were able to conceive?"

"Pretty much." Her eyes lit up. "I will be the best aunt your child will ever have! I'll bring them lots of presents and show them the best ways to reap and-"

"Okay, slow down," you laughed. "One thing at a time, Grelle. First, Adrian and I need to process this."

"Well, alright, but once you're done processing, let me know. We're going to get you maternity clothes!"

Adrian was the absolute picture of a doting husband the second he had the confirmation. Not that he wasn't before, but now he was practically by your side every second. You were feeling a little suffocated, yes, but to be honest, his excitement was adorable. He had come home one day loaded with books. Not the ones of the medical variety, though. Baby names. All kinds of baby names.

You laughed as he set all of them down, spread out on the couch in your living room. You wore a silk robe, one he had gotten for you after you complained your other robe felt too itchy on your skin. Nothing but the best for the mother of my child, he'd insisted.

"Did you just go out and get all of those?" You teased, one hand resting on your swollen belly. You were five and a half months along by now, and you were getting to the point where Adrian had to do much of the work around the house by himself. "Oh my god, Adrian, how many books did you buy?"

"A book merchant owed me favors," he shrugged, a silly grin on his face. "I was quite convincing when I suggested he give all these to me."

Threatened, more like. You just smiled and shook your head, watching as Adrian sat down beside you. "I thought we wanted to wait on names until closer to my due date."

"Well, why not now? We can make a list and see what feels right then!" He leaned over to kiss you sweetly, one hand rubbing your bump. "I want to be completely prepared for our child, luv."

"In that case, I cannot argue." You sighed contentedly as you laid back down. "Damnit. I forgot my water again."

"I'll get it." He was immediately up to go get it. You heard him shuffling in the kitchen for a moment, before he went quiet. Then... "Luv, no offense, but perhaps I should take care of doing the dishes from now on."

With a frown, you struggled up and walked over to the kitchen. "What? Why?"

He chuckled as he glanced towards the sink, where... Oh. You had been making a snack earlier, and put the dirty plate in the sink and the celery in the fridge. But apparently, pregnancy brain had kicked in again, because the celery was in the dirty dish pile. You didn't need to look to know the dish was probably in the fridge. "Ah... Perhaps you might be right. In my defense, I got hungry!" You whined playfully. "You can't hold this against me."

"I will certainly tease you about it," he laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Nonstop."

"Hey! I am carrying your child, so I'm sorry if I got things mixed up." You pouted, making him kiss your cheek.

"And you look absolutely beautiful while doing both," he reassured you. You couldn't stay mad while he was being all doting, so you sighed and gave in.

"You'd better think so." You poked his nose playfully before waddling back to your place on the couch. You winced, suddenly. "Adrian!"

He practically came running, worried something had happened by the tone of your voice. "What?!" You just grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly, shushing him. A moment passed, then... The baby kicked again, and his eyes widened.

"Was that...?"

"That was our baby, my love. They kicked!"

He knelt in front of you, keeping his hand there. "Hi, baby," he whispered, kissing your belly. "Can you hear me? It's your father."

"I don't know if they can hear you," you teased.

"If you can, I want you to know I love you so much already. Your mother and I cannot wait to meet you," he continued, smiling up at you. Nothing came again, and you saw how he looked quite disappointed, but you reassured him there would be more kicks.

Three and a half months passed by rather quickly, leading to the birth of your very healthy baby girl.

She was the most precious thing in the universe. You stared at your daughter in awe as she slept in your arms, face scrunched up. Adrian was right beside you, sniffling quietly. Your husband rarely ever cried, but you would be upset if the birth of his own daughter wasn't one of the times he did. "She's beautiful," you whispered.

"Absolutely perfect," he agreed softly. "Both of my girls are. I... I can't thank you enough for giving me a family, my love. I never thought..." His voice broke. "I'm a father. I'm really a father now..."

"And I know you'll be the best one ever."

You went to say more, but you were interrupted by Grelle coming into the room in a flurry of excitement. "Is that her?!" She gasped excitedly, leaning over you. "She's beautiful, darling! Lots of hair for a newborn!"

You rolled your eyes in amusement, but you were happy your daughter would have an aunt. And one sure to be as crazy and wonderful as Grelle.

You loved your family.

#undertaker x reader #kuroshitsuji #black butler #undertaker #undertaker x reader fluff

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regulus-books · 3 months

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wc: 600+

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notes: kinda hurt/comfort but not rly super angsty. also so so sorry for not continuing with jegulus microfics, i was super super busy, but ill probably start them up again soon:))

Regulus wakes up early in the morning, usually he sees James sleeping right beside him, but not today. In fact, James' whole side of the bed has gone completely cold.

Regulus furrows his eyebrows, and stands up. Maybe James has just gone on a run or something, that's normal.

Regulus makes breakfast and lunch for James, pushing it into the fridge with a little note that reads, “gone to work, i love you so much. also we're visiting your mum on sunday. hope you have a good day:) -reg”.

Regulus gets dressed as usual, kissing their dogs head on the way out the door. James had insisted on getting a puppy on their one year, he called her a symbolism of their love. She's a good sized golden retriever, named Sunny. Her fur is completely blonde with tiny little platinum streaks, she's always perfectly groomed, as Regulus cant stand the hair.

Regulus drives to work as normal, his black convertible making a purr sound.

Work is long and boring, and Regulus can't wait to go home. When he finally does get home, James' car is back in the lot, parked pristinely.

Regulus unbuckles and walks into the house, Sunny greeting him at the door. She jumps up, asking for head pats. "Hello, silly girl, how was your day?" He scratches behind her ears, "C'mon, hop on down, sweetheart, I don't want your fur all over my black suit. Where's daddy, hm?" Sunny runs alongside Regulus as he tracks into the house, the television is turned on quietly, but James isn't watching it.

Regulus ignores it, sometimes Sunny steps on the remote and accidentally turns it on. Regulus walks up the stairs, undoing his tie. "Jamie? I'm home, love." He runs his fingers through his hair, opening the door to their bedroom. And then there's James. Curled up in a ball on Regulus' side of the bed. "Love?" Regulus sits beside him, placing a hand on James' side.

James sniffles, then lets out a short sob, and now, Regulus is really concerned.

"Jamie, love, sit up. Talk to me, babe." Sunny jumps up on the bed and lays down next to Regulus. James turns to face Regulus, his nose is pink and tears streak his brown skin. "What's wrong?" Regulus rubs the outside of James' thigh, trying to provide some comfort.

"I'm sorry, Reg, you shouldn't have to come home to this," James covers his face with his hands, wiping away at his tears.

"Baby, it's not just my home, it's yours just as equally, cry all you need. Now, what's wrong."

"No, this is bullshit, Reg. You do everything around here. You work from 5 - 17, every single day, you cook, you clean and I do nothing. And here I am, laying in bed, crying and you just barely got home. I should be making dinner right now or something." James moves to get up, but Regulus places a firm hand on his leg, telling him not to.

"James, tell me what's wrong." He says, a little more strictly this time.

"I got rejected." He says, simply. "No one wants me," James laughs through his tears, "I've practiced only my whole life, I have the build, I have everything. They won't accept me." James has been signing up for quidditch teams for the past year, each one, he makes it to the final moments, but each time he's rejected. Regulus frowns and engulfs James in a tight hug.

"Baby, it's okay. They're fools for not wanting you." Regulus kisses the side of James' head softly.

Two months later him and Sunny are sitting on the family benches, watching James sore through the sky, they can barely see him passing the quaffle.

#regulus books #jegulus #regulus-books #marauders era #marauders #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #regulus and james #reggie and jamie #my bbs #they have a puppy #sunny black

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toriliashine · 2 months

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need mastermind kokichi and gonta going mwah mwah

the angel/demon theming working together perfectly, matching the mask/reveal scene in chapter 4 only to reveal they were working together the whole time

the mind games, the clashing personalities and bodies yet melding perfectly together, in despair and in love, it's like

they were made for each other...

//on to notes like

**i am now also BEGGING YALL to read the tags

i'm still working on the designs but i know i have some drafts here hmm

>for their mastermind fits, i'm thinking gonta being all white , with his hair being more curled and really framing his face for that angelic round-faced look, plus his ahoge making a little halo to really top it off. one eye of his glasses are red for monokuma. with a black choker . nice fancy 3 piece suit that really accentuate his muscles, giving the image that he's not someone to mess with despite his angelic demeanor and damn, he looks good in it too plus an all white , n gold/red accented overcoat! letting the boy be dramatic and fancy and beautiful 2k24.

*more notes at bottom

kokichi's fit is a sleek, sharp black. but still comfortable to move and store things in. He can still be silly and dramatic in it but It's be really cool for his new fit to be purposefully cold, controlled and intimidating , a good contrast from his usual clownness to really grab their attention. //need to explain this one to be an 'oh! he was doing that to distract us' but more... oomf . hm He has a a white glove, and a black one to draw more attention to the former. black captain hat with devil horns, or just the horns? hm. plus the black cape for the demon bat silhouette. inside is one of those cool n kinda slutty but loose all black formal fits, like (ahhh i need to get pack into drawing or outfit scrapbooking but imagine with me)

**** gonta's black choker and kokichi's white gloves is supposed to a) show their connection via the colours lol. but also represent a dog on a leash deal. however gonta can take off and on the choker when he pleases, showing his willingness and equal choice in this operation despite it seeming like ouma has the upper hand [plus feeding into the 'ouma is controlling him!' schtick their classmates got going on, thus making them suspect him less and not believe him and kokichi are purposefully working together! boom baby

also, the kink factor. hehe

**** i do wonder if i should cave and make them both wear chokers matching the other's colour though. i like chokers , and colour symbolism

#ougoku #danganronpa #kokichi ouma #gonta gokuhara #they argue about how best to gut the others in the mastermind hq then grab the other and make out sloppy style #gonta being the.. only one able to do the command grabs but hey- the grape can trip and push him and be all damn guess this big oaf's falli #for me yet again despite his stature! and gonta smirks and calls him another insect based petname which he KNOWS ouma would bitch about #which he does and pins gonts down lower and aaaa they stare #and gonta closes his eyes as the purple dictator leans down #till he can feel his soft breath on his lips #and senses a smile a nanometer away from his month #k - put in a little more effort next time hmm #the grin on his face as gets up reminds the entomologist why his partner got the devil role #g- ...#g - that motherfucker....#writer's note: RAAAAAAH you THOUGHT #I couldve made them kiss but in the middle of writig i was like #you know what would be funny? you know what would be a dick move? hehehe #ndrv3 #also random but they are both super cute and pretty here like i can really imagine #gonta randomly pulling back ouma's hair when he notices it's all over the place #while still talking #and ouma beng 1) shocked at the boldness 2) smiling none then less 3) resting his head in gonta's palm #then the big guy realises what he did and goes 7 diff shades of red heehejhebhjhfaclknufa.e #and the others wondering when they got so close and how kokichi could have man-ipulated him bc gonta cant think hur durr #or gonta talking about bug patterns or some tamer ento- shit while kokichi's chilling with him in his lab #he's sleeves are rolled up #and his hands keep running too push back his hair and he rambles. his eyes are bright and firm his hands busy as he works in the sunlight #ee this has leaked into my regular ougoku thinkings but eeeeeeeee #them being made for each other and their story was already a tragedy but them now having to make themselves feel despair on purpose but

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gayfandomnerd225 · 3 months

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Pt. 5 of Dead Poets Society Headcanons, age regression edition

Charlie, even tho he’s the clown of the group, is also the main caregiver of the boys when they regress

Todd often regresses due to anxiety

Neil often regresses due to stress, which happens more often than he wants to admit

The first time Neil regressed in front of Charlie he was complaining about his dad

Charlie wasn’t sure what to do but he noticed the regression and just started treating him with what was appropriate with how he was acting

Todd was really nervous to tell Neil that he regresses, and the first time it happened and he came out of it, he apologized over and over again

Meeks is the secondary caregiver and is usually first to notice when one of them regresses

Todd, even tho he’s often quiet, makes little childlike noises when he regresses, he tries to hide them sometimes but Meeks knows better

Neil’s eyes go sort of soft and blurry and his motor control isn’t as great

Pitts is also an age regressor, although it happens less frequently than Neil and Todd

Only Meeks knows about Pitts regression, and calls him baby boy when he does regress

Knox had no idea how to handle the boys when they regress when it first started, but soon he became Todd’s favourite one to play with when he regressed

Cameron wasn’t sure what age regression was, and at first thought it was a bit silly. Until he had a long talk with Neil about it. And now even he regresses sometimes

Cameron only regresses when he’s alone tho. He doesn’t feel safe telling the other boys. Even tho he knows Charlie would take care of him if he knew

Neil had a special stuffy for when he regresses, its a stuffed giraffe

Todd also had a special stuffy for when he regresses, its a stuffed bunny that Neil gave him, its name is Neil

Todd becomes very cuddly when he regresses, Charlie likes it when Todd curls up on his lap and he plays with Todd’s hair

Neil can be a brat sometimes when he regresses. Charlie knows not to push, he knows age regression is a safe place for Neil so he tries to be calming and understanding

Knox likes giving Neil and Todd piggy back rides when they regress

One time, after a very stressful exam week, Cameron accidentally regressed in front of Charlie in their room. Charlie spotted it because Cameron was giggling and Cameron does not giggle, and then he put his shirt in his mouth and started sucking on it. Charlie went straight into action mode, he grabbed the things he has for Neil and Todd when they regress and played caregiver for Cameron

When Cameron came out of it, he didn’t admit it at first, refusing to admit that he was an age regressor but finally admitted it because Charlie’s hands in his hair felt far too nice for it to stop

Sometimes after a rough week, Pitts makes a blanket fort in his and Meeks’ room to help Meeks regress and calm down. Meeks will crawl into the blanket fort and cuddle against Pitts as Pitts reads him a book, usually something nerdy or sci-fi

Meeks also has a pacifier, its green and has a decal of the pi symbol, because even when little, he’s a math nerd

(Writing all of these headcanons makes me want to write a fanfiction based off of them? What do yall think?)

(I also had to set this loose before vacation)

#dead poets society #dead poets fandom #neil perry #dead poets headcanons #dps #dps fandom #dps headcanons #dps boys #sfw agere #age regression #agere sfw #age regressor #Charlie dalton #knox overstreet #Todd Anderson #richard cameron #steven meeks #gerard pitts

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vpofcookies · 1 year

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Technoblade and Flower Symbolism: Part Two

Here's Part one: Dandelions

Poppies

There are two main symbolic meanings that are common for poppies: hope for a peaceful future and remembrance (usually remembrance of death - poppies are often used as memorial flowers for war veterans). A couple poppy fun-facts: They were used in poetry about deaths due to war as far back as the Iliad (Greek mythos connection = Technoblade connection, right?), and were often found in abandoned battlefields since mortar rubble provided lime and space for them to grow.

Most people know their role in remembrance of war, but few people use poppies to symbolize hope for a peaceful future. I feel that this represents Techno well. He has his personal drive for peace, and choice, and an end to the violence, but many people see him and automatically think of war.

Another reason that I use poppies for art of Techno, other than the clip where he collects them and the symbolism, is a personal headcanon of mine. I know that we don't know much about Technoblade's character before the DSMP, but even before it was revealed that he only had one life it was already a headcanon of mine that he did. Technoblade's character acted like he had been through war and worse already, and the almost-execution and extra precautions he took seemed to reflect that.

On a less serious note, the image of a field of blood-red poppies, known to represent the fallen of war, seemed perfect for a man that calls for blood for the blood god.

On an even less serious note, poppies are used to make opiates and can cause people to sleep and that pig 100% hibernates like the dead.

Roses

Roses are a big one to me! I didn't gravitate towards roses for their symbolism or role in society, but there are reasons that I think they fit Technoblade well!

The main reason is their thorns. Roses are a defensive plant, with thick briars to ward of threats. I like to think of the curling vine of thorns as a representation of how others see Technoblade, and the delicate petals as a representation of his one life, but also as a representation of his trust. Technoblade gives trust easily, and so very often has it turned against him despite his many physical defenses. There are things that can get past even the thorny reputation of The Blade.

The silly reason that I associate Technoblade with roses is that roses thrive with blood! Unironically, bloodmeal or raw meat is great for a rose bush and I thought it would be funny if someone asked Techno how he grew his plants so well and he just went "blood" in a complete deadpan.

Another serious reason, but not a real-life one, is the association with withers. Wither roses are, to me, a representation of transformation, life, and the trade between life and death. Roses created from the death of something else that have the potential to live on their own through thay death but also have the potential to cause death in the same way they were created? As someone who associates Techno heavily with the exchange of life and death, wither roses are a great symbolic tool to represent the potential for creation that is found in destruction... for instance the creation of freedom and healing found in the destruction of a government...

#not as serious as the other one but still! this is just why i draw these with techno not anything super deep lol #technoblade #c!technoblade #vpoc yells #long post #vpoc writes

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im-a-goddamn-cat · 3 months

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Neggie/Negan Smith x Maggie Rhee || Rated: G || Words: 696

Summary: Negan and Maggie take comfort in each other.

A/N: This is a Valentine's Day gift for my amazing girlfriend, Gaby (@daenerys-tarrgaryen & tudorregina on AO3)! :] I love you so much, sweetie! <3 I chose the prompt "touch starved" from the list that I was given.

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They don't know how they ended up like this. In bed together curled up in each other's arms. They were enemies, they shouldn't be together like this. Yet here they were. Perhaps it was the fact that neither of them had been close to someone like this in a long time and were desperate for any sort of contact now. Touch starvation surely is a deadly thing it feels like. Or maybe they had finally been giving into feelings that had been buried for a while now. Nevertheless, here they were. They were laying on their sides facing each other, Negan on his right side and Maggie on her left. Their arms were draped over each other in an embrace.

Negan shifted a little to lean back and look at her face. He lifted a hand and ran his fingers through her hair and she sighed in content. He admired her face and its beautiful features. He also briefly glanced down her body. Negan has always found her attractive ever since he first laid eyes on her. At first, it was just a silly lust for the widow he created but over time, it grew into true love. Getting to know her had just made him fall for her hard. He admired her fiery spirit, kind personality, and strength. It also made him feel even guiltier about the sins he committed. He hates that he hurt the woman he loves now so badly and he wishes that he could take it back, even if it meant she'd still be married to someone else. Another part of him also wished that she loved him back but he knew that she never would considering the trauma he put her through.… But then again, he never thought he'd get to be close to her like this either. Either way, he was overjoyed that she was allowing him to be like this with her.

Maggie was also admiring him in her own way. She looked over his face, taking in all his features, which she reluctantly admits to herself does look good. She may have also snuck a peak down his body as well but she would deny it. Maggie moved one of her hands to gently wrap around his neck and she rolled her thumb over the scar on his throat, the symbol of the beginning of his change, and Negan hummed in approval. Over time, Maggie has gained some sort of odd attraction towards Negan. She has tried to rationalize it by telling herself that it's just because she's been without someone in that way for a long time and that her brain is just focusing on him because of her obsession with him, but deep down, she knows it's because she is actually slowly falling for him. Getting to know him more and seeing the way that he has changed and continued to be a better man than he was has been building something inside her. She feels guilty for having an attraction to her husband's killer but she hasn't been able to stop it.

They slowly shifted again and moved their arms back around each other. Maggie leaned in and gave Negan a quick kiss, which caught him off guard but made him very happy, before she scooted closer into him and snuggled her face into his neck. Negan shifted to lean closer into her as well. He moved his head to gently place a kiss on the top of her head before laying his head back down. They pressed themselves as close to each other as they could physically get, soaking in the comfort from each other. Neither of them were ready to admit their feelings vocally but they were okay with showing it physically like this for now. They couldn’t get enough of each other, the feeling of contact with someone after so long and with someone they felt they were falling in love with was addicting. Nestled together, they took solace in each other’s presence. For the first time in a while, they felt at peace.

They don't know how they ended up like this. But neither of them would change a thing.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! <3

#my fics #twd #twddc #neggie #negan x maggie #maggie x negan #negan #negan smith #maggie rhee #maggie greene #the walking dead #the walking dead: dead city #the walking dead dead city #dead city #twd fanfic #twd fanfiction #twd fic

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sotogalmo · 14 days

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More stylized FNAF MOVIE gang!!

- Mike is always seen to be on edge/etc. that's why his feet are like that (he also regularly goes on runs👍)

- Vanessa has a bit of a knight like elements in her design

- Abby is a wizard<3

- Vanessa's shoes are actually from Eggman!! (who's from STH/Sonic The Hedgehog series). Her roots from an evil father always being the reason why she's here/etc etc.

- I gave Mike his curls back (very small but still)

- Vanessa has so much of the. Royalty going on with her. She holds so much power. The frills & flow are from Princess connections

- Vanessa's "eyebags" look like an unfinished clown type of makeup! She's silly (but she knows everything and the eyebags will lessen just a tiny bit)

- I gave them. Very different hands (Mike's are very bulky but very. Animal. He has paw pads<3 the same with Abby)

- Mike's hands have retractable claws!

- Abby is.. very pointy. Pointy hands & mouth. I think it very much fits her (the whole "I hate you Mike!" & "They can see you now. They know what you did". STRAIGHT FIRE. Still haunts me, and those lines??? Piper did so well with them. WAUGH)

- Vanessa doesn't have paw pads cuz. Too human. I think that cruelty is mainly a human thing (happens with animals yeah, but like. It's what they do tbh- yk??)

- Mike's hair is more. All over the place- but still tidy. Yk?

- Mike has eye markings below his eyes, while Abby has her eye markings above her eyes

- not noticeable but. Vanessa is buff here too (buffnessa<3)

^ them with their hands

^ expressions! (Mike's worried, Vanessa's moment of yk. Angel symbolism. Abby is just having the time of her silly life)

#time diary(?)#audrey/kellie's time diary #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #stylized mike #stylized abby #stylized vanessa #audrey/kellie's art

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anabsolutefreak · 30 days

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Chapter 9: Changes

This is a canon adjacent full campaign based story involving my original TAV character, the full BG3 crew and, of course, our favorite undead high elf. I created this story to help me get through an exceptionally difficult time in my life and so, you might notice Tav's story is a little more atypical than some. Be advised that the story I have created has some mature themes including violence, kink, mental health and self harm. I will be placing warnings on each individual chapter when any of these themes are included so please be aware. I hope you enjoy. Summary: The dream guardian makes their first-time appearance when the group threatens to change. Then, Astarion shows off his skills as a hair stylist when Embrae decides she needs a change... Because you know he'd be one hell of a beautician. Warning MATURE CONTENT: Brief mentions of nudity, trauma, and abuse. Also, warning: smut has been written, finally and will be coming soon. Am I excited about my first time smut writing? Yes, indeed I am. I hope you will be too!

By the time the group had finally trudged back to camp, the sun was low in the sky. They were exhausted and each of them had been covered with bruises and cuts. It had been a vicious and drawn-out fight, thought Embrae but still she felt— satisfied. In the end, the hag did not die as she had intended. She wasn’t even sure a creature like that could truly die. But in exchange for the avoiding trouble of coming back to life, the defeated hag had agreed on both freeing the young woman and giving them a token of her power… which was a bit of her scalp, to Embrae’s absolute disgust.

As it would turn out, Mayrina had exchanged her child for the promise of her husband back. The power to bring him back to life was contained within a wand located in the hag’s lair.

“This—- this could bring him back.” Gasped the young woman. “Bring him back to me!”

“Maybe,” said Embrae. “But I doubt if you’ll like the results.”

“Give me the wand,” snapped Mayrina.

Embrae glared down at the girl. Pregnant or not, she intended to say her piece to the foolish thing.

“You have been incredibly selfish and stupid. Your husband was dead and buried— at peace perhaps. Not only did you take it upon yourself to take that from him but also from your unborn baby. Because best case scenario, the hag would have eaten it. Failing that, who knows what kind of torment that child would have endured…”

“You don’t understand,” said Mayrina, her lip jutting petulantly. “I loved him.”

“You’re not the only one in the world to ever fall in love, you silly woman.” Embrae handed her the wand. “Do what you wish with it. I won’t take the choice from you. But just remember, it’s your own fault if you make another spectacularly bad one.” She turned without another word, leaving the young woman standing in the putrid bog, uncertain.

“You really must be a mother,” quipped Astarion. “It’s been a while since I saw such a good verbal lashing.”

“Shut up, Astarion. I don’t have kids.”

“You have shown the vicious spirit and sharp tongue any mother should possess certainly.” Said Lae’zel.

Could she be? Thought Embrae as they stepped into camp. The hag was many things but was she a liar? She frowned pushing back into her hazy, memories from before. Were their children hiding in that fog?

She was pulled from her reverie when Shadowheart met them, her face grim. “What’s wrong?” Asked Embrae immediately.

“It’s Wyll,” she said, eyes solemn. “You should speak to him… you too, Karlach.”

Moments later, Karlach and Embrae sat in Wyll’s tent, momentarily robbed of speech. The handsome human man sat hunched over his eyes averted. Raised scars and strange symbols twisted over his exposed skin that were not there before. Atop his head, rising from his dark braids, a pair of huge dark curling horns rested.

“It was Mizora,” he sighed.

“Mizora,” hissed Karlach furiously. “I might have known it would be her.”

“Yes. She is the source of my power as a warlock, and my slaver in a sense.”

“Why would she do this to you?”

“Because I didn’t kill Karlach—” he said simply. “Of course, I wouldn’t. She’s a Tiefling, not some devil… but she is technically heartless, which fits the terms of my contract.” He put his head in his hands. “Gods damn it.”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” soothed Embrae. “You did the right thing.”

“You did,” said Karlach softly. “And I can’t thank you enough, Wyll.”

“I know I did… but look at me. Ha! The hero of the sword coast? As if people will trust the monster I am now.”

Embrae glanced at Karlach with a raised eyebrow then back at Wyll. “I mean are you afraid you can’t play the part of a handsome hero just because you have horns? Because I think Karlach makes do pretty well, and she’s only got the one. The way I see it, you might have the upper hand.

Karlach guffawed. “He may have both his horns but I have the upper hand when it comes to eyeballs,” she laughed.

Embrae grinned. “Ok, so we’ll call it a tie for now. Both on heroics and good looks.”

Will looked up, a reluctant grin touching his lips. “You— you think I’m handsome?”

Embrae rolled her eyes skyward. “My compliments were freely given, Wyll, you don’t need to go fishing.” She leaned forward and placed a careful hug around his shoulders. “If we can find a way to free you from this contract, we will. I promise.” She pulled back.

“Thank you, Embrae,” he said, a genuine smile touching his dark face. “You don’t know what that means to me.”

“Oi, where’s my hug?” joked Karlach as they exited the tent.

“I’m saving it for when you can't deep fry me.”

Embrae laughed but it came out strangled. A strange pain was filling her body. Maybe she had overdone today.

Karlach noticed. “You look tired… and sweaty. Are you alright?”

“Fine,” croaked Embrae through the fatigue. I think I’m just— exhausted. “I’m going to go wash up a bit by the river. I’ll see you later.”

Embrae staggered to the water, her aching muscles now positively on fire. She felt violently ill now. Her stomach churned with bile and her head throbbed, punishing her through every heartbeat. She wiped her chapped lips with her hands and they came way bright red with fresh blood. She groaned with pain and fear. Was this it? Was she going to turn?

The leaves beside her announced Lae’zel as she stepped forward into Embrae’s field of vision, her knife drawn. “It has begun. We are changing.” She pressed the blade to Embrae’s throat. “I will make it quick— then I will kill the others while they sleep, and then turn the knife on myself.”

“No Lae’zel,” croaked Embrae. “This is— we don’t know that this is what it is. We just spent the whole day in a disgusting bog. Who knows what we might have picked up.”

Lae’zel’s steely resolve wavered for a moment in her green, reptilian eyes. “I— I suppose, you might be right,” she mused drawing back and sheathing her blade. “I cannot trust my own judgment at this moment and so, I will trust yours… for now. But if we are not improved by morning, I will end us.”

“And I will help you, Lae’zel.”

The gythyanki nodded and stalked away back towards the camp. Embrae drifted into an uneasy slumber where she was, each breath hurting more than the last.

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She opened her eyes to a sky such as she’d never seen it, filled with undulating, dancing colors that put the northern lights to shame. She was lying on a flat surface, hard beneath her. She sat up. A human woman smiled down at her on a stone bench. They were on some sort of platform, surrounded by broken pillars and bits of debris that seemed to hover in space. The woman herself seemed, familiar, although she couldn’t say why. Her blond hair rose around her in gentle waves as though gravity wasn’t quite established. Her green eyes looked at Embrae with distinct gentleness. She wore a full suit of shining steel armour, embellished by a golden sun. “Do not worry, you are safe,” she said. She stood and extended a hand down to Embrae, who took it.

“What is this place?” she asked the woman. “Who are you?”

“This, is the space inside the Astral prism. And I am your friend. your Ally.”

“I— inside the what?”

“It’s the secret your companion, Shadowheart carries, the reason you have been protected from the Abssolute’s influence, and the reason you have not yet transformed.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I haven’t much time,” said the woman looking behind her. Embrae could see what looked like a giant skull out in the distance, surrounded by a shimmering field of light. “I’m holding the line, trying to hold them back but I promise, I will not let you transform. But listen well, Embrae, you must use the tadpole to your advantage, use the powers it grants you. It is the only way.”

“I— I don’t know.”

“I will keep you safe. Find more of the tadpoles where you can— you already have one. Absorb them and take those powers for your own. Do this and we may yet overpower our enemies.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I will explain in time. But now, you must wake. Wake and you will feel better.”