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i am in love with your sollux i think
sollux love party :]
if you’re interested heres some of my personal fondness thoughts on him..
big warning for the mega long read ahead aye
as we alr know sollux's rejection of participation somewhat mirrors dave's rejection of heroism, but even without getting cooked to completion i still find sollux's character v compelling beyond the fourth wall
as someone who doesnt get a pinch of that Protagonist Sparkle to begin with, he can openly say he wants to leave anytime…. and unlike dave, he actually Can leave the scene anytime. but he can never be truly Free from the story via permanent character death like the other trolls.
his irrelevancy is indeed relevant - he’s there so u can point him out.
while his image is intended to be a relic of past internet subculture, his role is not only about hehehaha being a Chad or a 2000s cyberforum 2²chan haxxor ragequit gamebro.
his continued existence also happens to add a Bit to the overarching themes of homestuck! a Bit that gives him longer-lasting thematic relevance compared to the trolls who could’ve had more character potential but didnt get to survive beyond the main story.
the Bit in question:
his defiance contributes to the illusion of agency (treating characters = people with autonomy). he’s “aware” of it, and that recognition is worth noting enough to forcibly keep him alive as both reward and punishment.
considering how his personality & classpect is designed its definitely a very haha thing for hussie to do LOL. he’s made to be op asf so he's resigned to doing dirty work, gradually deteriorating along the way but never truly dying. as fans have mentioned before, him openly rejecting involvement after a while of grim tolerance is like if the sim u were controlling suddenly stopped, looked up and gave u the finger while u were step six into the walkthrough for Every Possible Sim Death Animation.
but since he’s just a sim… the more he hates it, the more you keep him around. if ur sim started complaining abt your whimsical household storyline you’d definitely keep that little fuck.
but yeah i like that sollux is just idling. the significance of his presence being that one dude who's always reliably Somewhere, root core Unchanged, no individual ambitions (possibly due to fear of consequence?), and design-wise: a staple representative product of his time.
compared to dirk's character, who has aged phenomenally well into the present (themes of control + AR + artificial intelligence, clearer exploration around navigating relationships/sexuality, infinite possibilities of self-splinterhood and trait inheritance), sollux's potential is really... contained. bitter. defeatist. limiting and frustrating in the way old tech is.
the world continues moving on to shinier, brighter, more advanced automated things - minimalist and metaverse or whatever but sollux is still here 🧍♂️ going woohoo redblue 3d. (tho personally i imagine his vibe similar to what the kids call cassette futurism on pinterest mixed w more grimy grunge insectoid influences eheh)
conceptually-speaking,
at the foundation of it all, the rapid pace of modern development was built off the understanding of ppl like sollux in the past, who were There actively at work while the dough was still beginning to rise
thats one of the cool things abt the idea of trolls preceding humans! the idea that trolls like sollux excelled back when lots of basic shit still needed to be discovered, building structures like networks and codes from scratch, and humans will eventually inherit and reinvent that knowledge in ways that become so optimized it makes the old manual effort seem archaic, slow, and labour-intensive.
but despite information/resources/shortcuts being more accessible now, much of the new highly-anticipated stuff released on trend still end up unfinished, inefficient, or expiring quickly due to cutting corners under severe capitalistic pressures
meanwhile, some of the old stuff frm past generations of thorough, exploratory and perfectionistic development still remains working, complete, and ever so sturdy.
those things continue to exist, just outside our periphery with either:
zero purpose left for modern needs (outdated/obsolete)
or
far too important to replace or destroy, bcs of its surprisingly essential and circumstantial usefulness in one niche specific area.
which are honestly? both points that sum up sollux pree well.
dramatic ending sorry. anw are u still on the fence or are u Sick abt him like me </3
#ask#anon#sollux captor#homestuck#hs2 spoilers#2023#vioart#hs2 sollux explaining girls and bitches to john: 🗣️🗣️🗣️#mr foods‚ setting up the visuals: LMAO ok pause. cool story bro theyre all gone its just u n ur sandwich bro.#now that i think abt it sol's kind of a toaster? awkwardly takes up countertop space#lacks the versatility and sociability of an air fryer/pressure cooker. unwashed and littered w crumbs!#but sometimes the clear‚ frank simplicity of the toaster is a temporary lifesaver for ppl who struggle w low appetite / decision fatigue#or ppl who just have a habit of eating toast for breakfast LOL#and eh ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ even if u dont feel like toasting today thats ok he's still gonna be sitting there 👍👍#a funnyman..... i curse him in my pan but root for him in my biscuit 🫶
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being könig’s significant other would include:
ngl this one made me kinda emotional
♡ hiking.
könig’s true home that he loves going back to is the one by the mountains. yes he has a large apartment in germany for convenience but his heart is always in that old house in austria where he grew up. the one in the mountains where not even google maps reach, where the road to his house is half hidden by a large bush. if he comes home during summer he will wake you up before dawn and hurry you up the mountain to watch the sunrise together. sometimes if you’re too sleepy he will carry you on his back on in his arms so you two can make it. summer sunrises are his favourite and you almost always spend the summers and autumns in his childhood home.
♡ his grandmother.
the file in the nursing home says she’s ninety five but from the dates in the pictures könig has shown you shes way above a hundred. and you can see why people believe her words. she is indeed old but she has way more life than the other people staying there. you asked him one day why does she stay in the nursing home instead of his house and he said thats where she wants to to because all her friends are there. könig asks for time off work every autumn to spend time with her. (youd think hed be way more lenient with catching sunrise during hikes because shes there but lmao the old woman nudges you with her cane so youd wake up faster. he gets the hiking gene from her apparently.)
♡ hunting.
because kortac doesnt let him be a sniper, he picks up hunting to scratch the itch. still very bitter because he knows he’s at least a sharpshooter, and expert with more training. mans has more knives in his basement than you have in the kitchen and can skin any animal with scary efficiency. he would share some game with the neighbours and come home with whatever they have. honey, fruits, or other types of game that they caught.
♡ handholding.
he is extremely clingy, and would just hold your hand no matter the occassion. sometimes pouts when you need both hands to do something. one day you squeezed his hand to show extra love and he squeezed back. so you squeeze his hand harder to show more love. so he squeezed even harder and you would end up in tears at the end from all the laughing. he would love to just do more than handholding out in public but he doesnt want bad rumours to surround you so he keeps the PDA to a minimum. the old couples around town secretly waits for you two to get married.
♡ so many plants.
he has so many plant babies that he babytalks when he gets home. when you wanted to prank him with the “creating a harsh and traumatising environment so my plant can grow big and strong just like my parents did for me” he gasped so loudly because he didnt think you know about plants!! and how this is good for them!!
♡ der tatortreiniger (the crimescene cleaner)
he cringes at the awkwardness, gets secondhand embarrassment from the interactions, and groans at how schotty’s unprofessionalism mirrors his own sometimes but loves the conversation happening throughout the series and the friendships he built along the way. mans comfort show tbh, knows lots of trivias about the show. watched it so many times he recognises the extras if they appear in another show.
♡ knitted sweaters.
just like ghost, he chooses comfort over everything else but prefers knitted sweaters over hoodies. buys local or from small businesses. he knows they use better quality yarn and takes extra care of them in the making. if you can knit? better. if you start learning knitting???? for him????? he’ll cry you a sweater of tears.
♡ bunnies.
gigantic bunnies. those flemish giant rabbits that can be as big as a sheltie. one of his uncles saw his growth spurt and just gave him one when he was young. two peas in a pod immediately. inseparable. he was heartbroken when he had to leave the little thing to join the military. even more heartbroken when he came home one day and his bunny wasn’t there anymore. he picked up a giant bunny again when he sees you cooing at some normal sized rabbits at the fair, and now you are three peas in a pod. the bunny would run towards the front door and then flop on its side the moment könig comes home.
♡ ointments.
mans old. come on now. he might be your little meow meow but dudes aging. bones not crackalackin yet because of all the excercise he gets. but he old. at least one joint has to be fucked up because hes always the first one to come into a contested room. on bad days, usually when its cold or when it’s raining you can see the discomfort on his face and you get the ointment for his broken joint. sometimes you sing a little while doing it to lift his spirits and boy it does. would pick you up and spin you around immediately after you set the ointment down. you’re his light, and he loves to see that light shine.
#konig x reader#könig x reader#konig x you#könig x you#call of duty imagines#call of duty#might be the last one of these i make#thanks for reblogging them!#scuffed writing
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Tokyo, 12.22 am.
"Mam, you haven't sleep in two days now. You seems restless since we arrived in Tokyo."
You look at your assistant, well groomed middle aged man, crisp black suit, the only person trusted by the elder to 'accompany' you while being stationed overseas.
"Is that so? Well, I guess i will take a rest for a bit then. The reports can wait yes?". You stand up and walk out from your office. Your assistant follow right away.
Here you are. In the living room that have this big window looking out the Tokyo city skyline. The shimmering lights of the city under, pretty yet somehow so distant and lonely, reminding you of someone you used to know.
"I'll sleep for a few hours and continue with the reports. You can leave your post and take a rest too."
"Thank you Mam. But please take this." He hand you several pills. "You can't sleep without these. I will report to the elders that you take the medicine regurlary."
A bitter pang hit your chest. Damn those elders. Whose fault is that anyway. You take the pills and swallow it.
"Thank you, you are dismissed."
With that, your assistant leave the penthouse. It is quiet now. Eeriely quiet. So you went to the bedroom, walking towards the closet. Changing your clothes into a white shirt thats too big for you. It looks a bit worn out but it will do. You lay on the bed, not even bother to open the bed cover. Again, those night skyline caught your attention. You can't help but wondering Where is he now?
As you about to close your eyes, you sense a presence. A familiar one and you know exactly who it is.
"Yami yori idete yami yori kuroku, sono kegare o misogiharae." You chant the barrier without even bother to open your eyes.
"I see that you're still wearing my shirt as pajamas. Old habit die hard really."
That voice, that damn voice. Sounds so laid back as if nothing bad ever happens. The last time you see him was after the confrontation in shibuya. He doesn't even say good bye, or sorry at least. The fact that everything went downhill afterwards, your relationship with Gojo getting colder and distant as the time passed by. It is a well known fact that You and Gojo somehow blame each other for the downfall of Geto Suguru.
"What do you want, Suguru?" You asked him, again doesn't even bother to open your eyes. Is it the fact that you are so sleepy because of the pills or the fact that you can't trust yourself about all the things that you gonna do to him if you open your eyes. Kill him? Maybe not. But begging him one last time to go back to you seems much more reasonable now.
The bed dipped and he sat beside you. Suguru study your face. Eyes closed, your lashes is a bit damp. Darker eyebags. And he notice your hair. Its different colour now. As pretty as always he thought. His finger caress your cheek, you fluttered your eyes open and meet with his dull grey eyes.
None of you or Suguru said anything. As if both of you really understand each other. Or maybe you just want to kill the time. Maybe if you stay silent without asking any question, he will stay longer.
"Shall I kill the elders? They overworked you a lot." His hand wander to your hair, stroking it gently. You can't help but smile and chuckle a little bit. "That would be great, but no Suguru."
"Or maybe you can just quit? Buy a land in rural area, raise some chickens and ducks. Plants lots of flowers and fruit trees. Remember that? Have a simple life."
It is strange that after what happened, after all these years, here you are with Suguru, having a small talk like some kind of married couple do at the end of their day. No hatred, no baggage whatsoever.
Indeed you want it, a simple life with him.
Tracing his face with your finger. Almost no differences since the last time you saw him. A little bit freckles here and there. Those small lines at the end of his eyes. No eyebags though. His hair is still the same, the earings, his smile.
"Im sorry." You said. "I should've known." This time your finger cares his cheek, "Can you just go back? I will do my best explaining everything to the elders, to Satoru. Im sure he will listen, you are still his bestfriend afte-."
"No." Suguru cut you off. His tone is cold, distant.
"Nothing will ever change my ideology, my plan and my future. I love you, i still do. But it doesnt put you at the top of my list. You should be aware of it by now."
Indeed, this is Suguru. The real one. Everyone sees him as the emphathetic, the calm and the good ones compare to Satoru. Yet, this side of him never really caught their eyes. How determine he is once he set his goal, nothing gonna stop him. Not even you, not even his family, not even his bestfriend Gojo Satoru.
It would be a lie to say his words doesn't hurt you. It hurt a lot, you want to cry. Screaming at him but here you are, looking at him. Still caressing his face gently, afraid that if you do it harder He's gonna fall apart like a fine china. Crumbling into pieces.
So, it's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
"I know, but i still wanna take my chances." you said while smilling, trying hard to stay awake since the pills starting to get you sleepier than before.
He doesn't say anything. Suguru watch your face as the sleep starts to take over. His hands keep stroking your cheeks gently. To be honest, he kinda expect you to get hostile with him. Maybe curse him a little bit when he appear, or maybe you will cast a curse spell to hurt him. But you did none of it, somehow he feels relieve but sad at the same time.
Your breathing becomes steady, thats a cue for Suguru to take his leave. One final look at you, "I'm sorry. I promised to make you the happiest yet somehow I always ended up hurting you the most."
He kiss your forehead, correcting your sleep position and pull the blanket over you. Still adoring your face for one last time, "Good night my love. Until we meet again."
#jujutsu kaisen x reader#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader#jujutsu kaisen#angst#jujutsu geto#jjk spoilers#jjk x reader
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I had to sleep on it and I have calmed down a bit. Till The End Of The Moon hooked me from the very first episode which is very rare. Even my favourites took a while, The Untamed took 21 episodes for me to get really into it. Love Between Fairy and Devil took around 18-20 episode mark for me to care. I really loved them afterwards!
You are probably wondering, what does the GIF above have to do with what I have to say. Well, it’s simply there to remind me why I love this drama because I still do but I am heartbroken about how the ending was handled. My thoughts are everywhere, so, I’m sorry if it’s incoherent.
The takeaway from this drama is tribulation, one after the other. Just suffering, suffering, more suffering, and martyring yourself to an ungratelful populace in every realm and only acknowledged by a handful. Yes, a handful, or maybe the Yiyue Tribe would add to that number but, we don’t know because Nian Baiyu was just flung into the Barren Abyss never to be heard from again. *sigh* Apologies, I’m being bitter. Li Susu probably told everyone and got the sects in line.
If they were going for a sad ending, then what was that?! If an open ending, again, what was that?! And then a happy ending audio was thrown in to the mix! The indecisiveness was breathtaking, it simply makes you seethe! Pick one, commit to it and do it well! They were trying to please everyone and utterly missing the target.
Those who love this kind of Xianxia with very dark themes (for cdramas, I think this is dark) mostly are not averse to sad endings. Sometimes it’s even expected. Great sad endings leaves you sobbing, heartbroken, and melancholic. That’s the beauty of it, it makes it memorable! If it’s a happy ending, fantastic! Everyone loves a happy ending. Great open endings make you think, not angry!!! however, I find that open endings are generally just ok (with exceptions), but thats ok too! The tragic thing about all this is the source material already had a sad ending, if a sad ending was what they were aiming for, and the epilogue of the novel provided a happy ending, if a happy ending was what they intended to do! They did not even have to think of an alternative because it was already there! And yet... *sighs*
Some mutuals decided to end watching at episode 35. They are happy that they did it and I am happy for them. But if I was to recommend this cdrama, I can’t really say that they should end at that episode because subsequent episodes brought us
Shifu and Cang Jiumin scenes which was beautiful, I was sobbing.
Li Susu thinking that TTJ was dead and was trying her hardest to fight and kill her awful bio dad and failing miserably
TTJ saving her and killing Di Mian, extremely satisfying!!!
The relief in her face seeing him alive only to realize that he had the intention of becoming the Devil God. The scream alone is worth watching!
When he took out the soul extinguishing spikes from his heart to convince her that he indeed has become the Devil God. The sorrow in her eyes.
I’m sure theres a bit more
and of course, the later part of episode 39... the Ye mansion scene. The sadness and longing. Somehow missing each other so much while they are in each others arms. So bittersweet.
Having read the novel, I knew from the few chapters in that they have deviated from it so much. I thought, ok, at least we are getting 2 stories out of it. Its just that precious screentime was used on characters that I thought was irrelevant to the overall story. Mo Nv could have been taken out completely and it would not have mattered to the story at all. They could still made Gonye Jiwu a jealous, vindictive, and bitter (ex) without her. Li Susu and Tantai Jin meeting with Ye Qingyu in JIng Kingdom was cut out instead. I saw some stills, so they did film it. It would have been better story showing on how the emperor can be the same emperor for the last 500 years.
I still have a lot in my mind but this is getting too long. Anyway, I now have 2 new favourite actors, so there is that.
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maybe i'll write more about it later but what i really loved about bojack horseman is that its message is ultimately anti-fatalistic, and this stance is determined by BAITING AND SWITCHING with what is meant to be their tragic protagonist-- bojack is supposed to die!! as is the trope of tragedy, the show TELLS us that bojack is going to die before the story even begins; his implied falling into the sea is part of the intro sequence that plays during every episode. and if that wasn't enough, it's a motif throughout the show-- like his painting of one horse standing in front of another horse face-down in the pool, explicitly alluded to as as a representation of narcissus (although, symbolically, the horse in the pool is removed when the painting is destroyed!). like the fact that he's a horse, and you can lead a horse to water... like his idolization of secretariat, who chose to kill himself by jumping off a bridge.
the story has set itself up to have its tragic protag, who is famously reckless and self-hating and irresponsible, drown in a drunken haze. to us as viewers, the environment around bojack gestures toward his drowning, both in its symbolism and in the social environment he has cultivated, which would likely accept his death as a sad inevitability. at times WE may want bojack to die, or at least view his death as a necessary consequence to the way he lives, an easier out for the people around him. and in the second-to-last episode he DOES drown-- but we find out, in the end, that he drowns in the pool, and he's found, and he's rescued and his heart starts again! and some of the last words in the series-- "sometimes, life's a bitch and then you live," embody that subversion. he doesn't get to die, and as much as that is a gift, it entails a the hard labor of responsibility. not wriggling out but standing firm.
our protagonist teeters between taking responsibility and blaming his cosmic circumstance, and we are forced to question what we believe about fate-- is it really always possible to change and to take control of ourselves, or is that childish naivete-- or could it be both? we are given so much to suggest that change is possible-- and then that hope is taken away from us. bojack gets sober and starts drinking again. he decides to tell the truth but lies the moment the pressure is too much to bear. all signs point to his end, so the show could have been brutal, could have been cynical, would have been totally within its right to have its tragic protagonist die his tragic and prestated death, and its message could have been "look at this sad, sad man who spun out. good intentions are not enough."
but the genre shifts at the last moment, and it wasn't a drowning after all but a baptism! and in this shift the narrative ceases to be just a compelling narrative but takes a stance on us, tells us that it is never hopeless to try, even when all of your surroundings seem to point to the contrary, even when you fail so many times that the next failure seems inevitable. and that this IS childish, and that cynicism seems smarter and bitterness more fun, and that, indeed, good intentions are not at all enough. BUT! the illusion that you have been doomed is a powerful illusion, sometimes an all-powerful one, but it does not have to be the case. and thats epic
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Bold of these people to assume Kali wouldn't be Henry if she had the same level of power, and I think it has a lot to do with Kali fans feeling some strange need to morally grandstand over people. I didn't mind her character at first but her fans are quickly starting to irritate me. They just hear the name Henry, and go off like his character actually did something to her- and it causes them to froth at the maw the moment they see people talking about him, even though they don't know a goddamn thing about the topic...and just dive into the convo, and diverge it because they don't know how to talk about their favorite without having some sort of tantrum.
By bold I think you mean "really stupid". She is literally his counterpart character, that's literal canon. The entire point is that Henry would be VERY MUCH like her if he escaped the lab and indeed Kali would be VERY MUCH like Henry if she was in his particular position. Its tragic because they're doing such a disservice to Kali by representing her that way because that's not her and I'll be real with you white folks will always do this because A) Feminism and B) White guilt. Female characters can simply DO NO WRONG and that goes extra when they're a WOC and if there is a male character in sight to compare, particularly if he's white, he is the devil. End of. This is how white folks in fandom show how woke and awesome they are, being performative and shallow.
Like I said the Billy vs Kali issue is very relevant and does actually highlight actual fandom racism and misogyny but the shit with Henry doesn't because he does not have NEAR the fanbase Billy has as a pretty cishet white boy, Henry is considered an acceptable target in the fandom for so much ableism and homophobia its unreal.
But yeah Kali is Henry with a gun. They both have supernatural powers but Kali's aren't offensive, which has severely limited her. Henry's on the other hand are extremely offensive so he doesn't need human weapons to hurt and kill people. He is the human weapon. That means while, yes, Henry was a lot more dangerous than Kali, he was not necessarily more evil or blood thirsty. He could just do more.
Like the way this fandom treats Henry is kind of insane. I've been in a lot of fandoms and a villain stan and monster lover in all of them and I can tell you with 100% certainty I have NEVER seen a character like Henry so misrepresented and hated by the fandom. And the only difference I can see between a lot of those beloved "complex" and "tragic villains/monsters" and Henry is that Henry is super heavily ND coded. Thats the one difference I can spot.
And its so hard not to be insanely bitter about that. How this fandom is soooo desperate to not only erase that explicit canon fact about Henry but to also portray him as the most horrific anti-queer stereotypes they can possibly imagine, which is the only reason they care about any potential queer coding in the character in the first place... And I admit MAYBE Im a little attached to him personally but NONE THE LESS I am NOT the one misreading the canon here. Not even fucking close.
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Beauty and the Beast AU 11
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 2:26 PM
"But there must be a way! I mean curses are made to be broken right? Thats the whole point!"
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 2:27 PM
"Like I said, they can be broken by the caster, but he's dead...."
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 2:28 PM
"Thats a stupid rule" He pouted, fixing himself on the chair
"Then why my mom could help?'
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 2:30 PM
"Because she was that good, I guess... it's been years since she was here and she passed away, but whatever spell she cast on the dome is still acti--" Fugo halted his chain of thought. "............"
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 2:31 PM
"Right! I was thinking it must be her magic to keep the plants alive then! Because its winter but is all alive there!!
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 2:33 PM
"......." he shook his head, lost in thought.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 2:40 PM
"...Did you every tried to enter in the dome?"
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 2:43 PM
"...........uh? what?" seems he hadn't been paying attention.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 2:45 PM
"The dome, Fugo!" He squeaked jumping down the chair
"Y-You said it hurt less when you are outside; but what if its because you were close to the dome?? If mom did some, i dunno, healing or life magic there maybe-- Hold on!"
He ran out the room and got back with the vase of flowers
"Try to touch em'
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 2:53 PM
He hesitated. Seems it was indeed something he hasn't tried until now.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 2:54 PM
"C'mon!! Maybe we can find at leadt some clues how to fix this!" He exclamed hopeful
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 2:54 PM
"Put them down, I don't want to end up touching you by accident..."
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 2:55 PM
"R-Right!" He murmured putting down the vase
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 2:58 PM
"......." he carefully brushed his fingers over a rose and........ nothing happened.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 3:02 PM
"Holy shit!" He smiled ear to ear
"Holy shit Fugo!! Cmon grab your coat lets go to the dome!!"
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 3:06 PM
Fugo could barely believe it. why hadn't he thought of it before?? but...... things weren't so easy...
despite it taking far longer than usual, the rose ended shriveling up before they could leave the room.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 3:07 PM
"No- No lets try anyway!" He said watching the flower
"Maybe it works just inside there! We cant give up now!"
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 3:08 PM
"........" Fugo shook his head. "...No, I'll end up destroying the place, I don't want that.."
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 3:09 PM
"Please! We cant know if we dont try!"
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 3:11 PM
"........" he stepped back, looking troubled.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 3:13 PM
Ughh
"I will go there trying to find something, if you want come do what you want" he rolled his eyes leaving the room
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 3:16 PM
He looked off bitter, not following.
The dome is just as it was.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 3:19 PM
Still Nara got inside, looking for something; he didnt know what, but maybe he could find something, maybe something his mom left there or just some magic energy or some other shit like that.
He checked between the plants, the trees and the flowers, behing the vases and so on
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 3:24 PM
it's been 10 years since she was here, so even if something had been left behind at the time, what chance was there that it would still be here?
However, the place did feel other-worldly and magical, now that he knew of it.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 3:27 PM
Narancia sat on the ground after a while; all he got was dirt on his hands and clothes
"Ugh..." he didnt wanted to give up, but he didnt even knew what to look for, but there must been a reason why both he and Fugo would be attrached to that place
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 5:19 PM
maybe there is, maybe there isn't? there's no one to tell, since your mother can't explain it anymore.
Fugo leaned on the windowsill, eying the dome listlessly. If it were just plants, there's that.... but even if he had thought of were true, there was no way to confirm it. There's no way he'd put up with that risk....
It's okay... just one more night, then it's full moon. and he'll.....leave.... the day after... things will just go back the way they were. The boy might search around for a bit, but he'll forget about him soon enough again.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 5:22 PM
Yes Fugo; Narancia is totally gonna forget the cursed boy in the castle that kills everything he touches and turns into a monster when the sun comes down AND is somehow connected to his dead mother that turned out she was a witch. Sure.
But for now; Narancia just got back into his room, taking a quick bath before sneaking in the kitchen to eat something before it was dark
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 5:26 PM
I mean, maybe in a year or so? write it off as a fever dream?
As the night came, there was some ruckus again, but for some reason, it was significantly less then the other times he had been trashing around inside. there's not as much screaming involved either
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 5:30 PM
Narancia wondered if it was because he was sick.
He sighed, sitting next to the room window, checking the garnen, to see if the other got out again; the snow whas getting tall, didnt really wanted to see him pass out on the ground again like the other day
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 5:31 PM
nope, seems he was staying inside. but it was a relatively peaceful night none the less.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 5:32 PM
Should he go check on him ans break the rule again? Or maybe use the time for sleep?
He sighed, maybe he could check the dome again...
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 5:33 PM
welp. your funeral.....
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 5:34 PM
Ok ok, to the bed then
He sighed, rolling under the covers.
But if the other got out, he swears he will find a way to beat his ass without touching him
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 5:57 PM
it really was very quiet for what was 'normal' in that place. If you try your best, you can even sleep the night through.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 6:03 PM
Indeed, Narancia did that, waking up in the early morning, to make breakfast for both of them
He thinked about a bit and then got in the dome again, this time to find something more common than magic, he got back with a basket of oranges and some flowers; making orange juice and then made the flower boil with sugar; and some time later he had some rose water syrup!
He used it to garnish the pancakes he made; and also addedo to some fresh snow from outside he scooped in two cups, making some homemade rosewater granita.
He then took all to Fugos bedroom, knocking lighty the door
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 6:08 PM
Fugo wasn't in his bedroom, but you found him along the way. He sat underneath a window and had fallen asleep in that pose.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 6:46 PM
Oh dear...
"Fugo??"
He poked him with a spoon
"I made breakfast, you need to eat something"
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 6:54 PM
"h-hnn..." He frowned a bit, then peeked over at him.
"...good morning.."
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 6:55 PM
"Morning!" He chirped
"I made pancakes with honey and syrup!"
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 7:02 PM
"............"
It was such a simple thing... getting woken up by someone. Seeing someone's face, first thing in the morning... someone telling him 'good morning'. and looking forward to having breakfast with them.
It really was such a small thing.
And yet.... Fugo couldn't help but to smile.
"hmn.." he nodded. "I'll come..."
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 7:05 PM
"Ok!!" He said going to the dining room, laying the plates with some distance from his and fugo's
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:28 PM
Sorry, I haven't gotten to my swooshy tricks for breakfast yet." he followed along. "......? what's this?"
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:31 PM
"Mh? Whats what? Told you! I made pancake with honey and rose syrup! Also some orange juice, there are some fruit trees in the dome, ah, the syrum should be good on ice cream but we dont have any and i dont know how to make it, so i improvvised and used the snow to make rosewater shaved ice!" He said sitting now, sounding pretty pround of it
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:33 PM
"heh..... you really went out of your way. Thank you." he sat down and tried some of it.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:34 PM
"Well you need to recover so you shouldnt push youself too much, also breakfast is important!"
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:36 PM
"I'll be alright now, last night and the next 2 are the easiest on me... oh. it's really quite good." he smiled a bit, taking another bite.
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:37 PM
"Mh? What you mean?" He asked curious taking a bite
"Mh yep, usually i end up always buring stuff, but this time is just a bit crisp" he laughed as he keept eating
"Also how its the fever going?"
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:39 PM
Fugo felt his brow. "mm... should be alright after a good breakfast~" but he lay his fork down for a second.
"I don't go insane during full moon, that's why it's safe for the merchants to deliver supplies tomorrow."
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:40 PM
"....Reverse werewolf" He murmured
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:41 PM
"Sunlight💢 and moonlight, really. the stronger the light, the less it effects me. with the light reflecting on the snow too, I should feel fine."
orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:42 PM
"Ohh- thats why you were more chill tonight? And when there is bad weather? You dtay like that the whole day??"
purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:43 PM
"the sun is strong enough, even if it storms during the day. But at night, they're the worst. The first night you were here, it was very cloudy."
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cigarette smoking emoji. i am always doing this.. thinkin about race again. it is strange. i always get out of the box thing and just decide. Well. im me i dont really care. but i guess growing up thinking i was white - which stupid cuz my mom but still - grow up thinking ur white, and then finding out, rather stupidly cuz. my mom lives with me. i see her everyday. she is darker than me. her father was a black colombian man. youve SEEN pictures of him................. ur mom's mixed you know that right... and my dad idk what my dad is. shrug. we never talked about it. me and my mom joke me n my brother got light skin from him, and that is indeed true. i guess this spurred on cuz i saw a post about mexican culture a while ago, these ladies with pretty braids, and my first inner urge was like. oh wow i look like that person. and it felt good. and yet it just makes me a little upset people tell me i look mexican yk. cuz i dont have a way to connect to that whatsoever, and to people in my direct family i get teased for being mexican. not "pure colombian" like my cousin teases me about. it always feels bad. shes fucking stupid i dont believe anything she says, id never wanna feel bad for bein mexican either, yk what i mean. but even in hispanic spaces its more. idk where i go. cuz either way im an other. but that doesnt even begin to account whatever race shit is going on lol. i dont know. it makes me so bitter that people know exactly what they are and i get so angry i dont know. my everything feels off. not been liking the mirror, its upsetting that i dont know where i go, and how disconnected it feels. its weird. weirdmix of annoyance and grief and rage when people point out features, cuz it only confuses me even more. but it also makes me feel like. Oh hey people see ME. theyre seeing ME. but whyd they say it like that. my friends in highschool, they mean well btw we're still friends, theyre all poc so they meant well i think, said i had an exotic looking nose. and idkkkkkkk. ever since ive fucking stared at my nose. and the thing with my hair. i dont know what im supposed to call myself ig. mutt been the go-to, tongue in cheek, its silly to me. but ig its more. i dont know how people see me and where i end up, where am i allowed to go if i dont fit nowhere. i dont look like anything. hispanic maybe. but people say thats not a race so it begs the question. then where do i go. i dont look like a lot of things and ig i want to align myself somewhere but nothing ever really helps. its dumb man, i always get over this, i guess im just melancholic about that again, im always been feelin out of place
#its like. i know tehres nothing wrong with my face#or my nose#or my hair#i look good. i look like me#i wouldnt change that ever#im just me#ig its just like. vague hand movements. it only reminds me that i dont fit#race is confusing and i am in a hell of my own overthinking creation
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Heyyy, first of all glad to hear you're back!! Hope your time in korea treated you well, and that the trip back wasn't too stressful. Thanks for replying to my long asks lmao they were a handful but I'm glad that you seem to like them, tbh i had forgotten pretty much everything I had typed right as I sent it lol (except the part where I go full game theory matpat on HJ's bible, that one was a rant stored in my chest through the entire story).
I'm indeed still around, I was checking your blog every once in a while to see if there were any news so no worries, I'm hooked into your story enough that I'm probably gonna stay till the bitter end. Honestly, I adore fanfics that go so hard in terms of plot, when authors get me questioning everything that happens like The Answer has, thats when I know it's good and again I love your care and attention towards the development of mc's inner psyche, its so heartbreaking to see her falling down the rabbit hole but at the same time I want to go through the journey with her, I want to see it through as ugly as things may end lmao but yeah don't rush yourself, I'm sure we are all waiting for it with excitement for what you got in store <3 no need to feel pressured
ALSO, THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING THE QUESTION ABOUT MC ACCEPTING HIS "I RESPECT CONSENT" BS, I THOUGHT I WAS THE CRAZY ONE
Mc: oh boy i sure am glad he is respecting that boundary for me :)
Me: *pointing indignantly at his actions just a few chapters prior* am i joke to you? am i the one tripping rn?
Anyways, thanks again for the responses! Take your time with the next chapter, and much luck with the writing process. I can't wait to see more from you soon <333
-👁👁 (<- this is me reading the fic btw, judging my bestie mc to hell and back)
MWAH KISSES thank you sm dear <33 hehe thank you for encouraging me to take my time!! i think things come a lot more naturally when im not feeling pressured hehe but honestly theres nothing like writing to procrastinate doing schoolwork...!!!! hehehe i hope you enjoy the new chapter.....!!!
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'VALENTINES DAY IS A CAPITALISM PLOT' YEY DESTROY THE PATRIARCHY!!!! good morning, my love, lets go riot!
'what if i dont' well... then dont....
'HA HELP?' I MEANT THE DRESS TT
'i was ont he brink of tears' oooh poor girl TT im so sorry for your headache TT you did great with that fic. i never read it bc i had no mood for pedro but im sure. i trust you and your readers. youre amazing and funny so its the only logical way.
'NOW 7AM SUNLIGHT BURNS' got some freezy hugs from me idk TT
'a child i never understood...' well recently i heard two girls in the kindergarten giggling after hearing 'bare soul' and was like?? its really only the society that makes a big deal out of .. everything? any part of human being and life..
'but i love you' and i love you so i say you should write it only if you want. you dont have to do it.
'i did 😗🍵👌' youre a catgrandmom now
'WHY IS HE CRINGE NOW' i never watched vampire academy and dont judge your taste. you can like danila however you want. and maybe back in 2014 it was indeed good. but i know his russian works. and i know his present works. and 1) most of them are cringey 2) hes cringey 3) hes done many other cringey things. though its not only his works or personality that made him a meme here. hes just a meme? somehow weve come to this and i love this. good for danila. a pretty name. and a pretty person, he makes money with his cringe after all.
'YOU WHINY BABY' i am.
'SHE IS DAEMONS FIRST WIFE THE ONE AND THE ONLY' Yey sounds like the victory!
'he’s technically also not wrong' nah hes wrong bc 1) HE doesnt consider himself the first 2) man.
'change my mind about who yn ends up with' in my mind hes lonely and he ends up heartbroken with his brother who finally came to his senses, watching the wedding with the bitterness in the smile and the great pain.
'im going to add that' such an honour TT
'let me finish this fic in 5 parts dammit' go ahead. dont forbid you anything. go ahead. ill gladly read.
'you know that married member in BigBang?' GHDKDOLHHG ok mental health cutie. i got u. thanks<з
yk i like witchy playlists VERY much. ive just found this. and i dont understand if its the authors au or smth but. u feel how accurate it seems with daemon?... like my witch au wasnt abt it. its definately another thing.
but imagine another witch au. where daemon is no prince but a narcissistic demon. and a witch loves him unconditionally and selfishly. hes the rouge prince of his own, he does whatever he wants and have as many women as he want. and she know it, it doesnt matter though. bc she love the feeling of love, she loves the fact of feeling something for such a powerful and one of a kind creature. theyre acquaintances and hes totally aware of her love, he relishes in it. he flirts with her and she responds in kind with no hesitation or embarrassment. and they both are just perfectly fine with this.
it may sound foolish or not making any sense but i love relationships with no logic TT that are absolutely chaotic and incomprehensible for anyone outside of the dynamic. sorry i just got inspired a little. tbh i liked only the first song of the playlist... and its not exactly the mood i have about this dynamic but nvm.
also i love the trope with the relationship bound to end from the very first moment. and it is the one of those i told about. a reader meets daemon in essos/another place he travels to during his exile. and its the love at first sight. and both of them knows he wont stay and she wont come with him. so they enjoy the very 2 or 3 months they have.
thats all i wanted to say. besides 5 other ideas i had💀 maybe at weekends... maybe...
hope your week is alright, you eat well !!! and drink enough water. have a nice day/evening/night! love u! take care<з
HELLO <3 MY MING MIMG MIMGING MIGMGNIGNMIGMNGMIGN
i was bummed out i couldnt write anything so i didnt reply to you though i read this moment i saw it. sorry
'VALENTINES DAY IS A CAPITALISM PLOT' YEY DESTROY THE PATRIARCHY!!!!
good morning, my love, lets go riot!
damn i just woke up i dont want to riot i want to write and finish my assignments
'what if i dont' well... then dont....
T_T HAHHAH
'HA HELP?' I MEANT THE DRESS TT
ahhhh ok AHHAHHAHAHHAHAH T_ HAHAHAHH
'i was ont he brink of tears' oooh poor girl TT im so sorry for your headache TT you did great with that fic. i never read it bc i had no mood for pedro but im sure. i trust you and your readers. youre amazing and funny so its the only logical way.
T_T i have been wanting to write but i find myself unable to T_T you dont have to say sorry to me but i do want to tell you that idk... i usually write every other day or every day and yet i havent written in 2 days lol T_T i mean i know i dont owe anyone anything but T_T T_T idk i feel like im letting people down /: i know im not but /: my brain. my brain man
'NOW 7AM SUNLIGHT BURNS' got some freezy hugs from me idk TT
thank you <3
'a child i never understood...' well recently i heard two girls in the kindergarten giggling after hearing 'bare soul' and was like?? its really only the society that makes a big deal out of .. everything? any part of human being and life..
T_T BARE SOUL HAHAHHAHAHAHA T_T AHAHHAAHAHAHAH thats cute. society is fucking weird and L
'but i love you' and i love you so i say you should write it only if you want. you dont have to do it.
T_T but i love you. i love you so much and if i cant do this if i cant make art what am i T_T this is why im tryna make another cover song soon. i have to keep making art. i cant stop
'i did 😗🍵👌' youre a catgrandmom now
T_T it be like that
'WHY IS HE CRINGE NOW' i never watched vampire academy and dont judge your taste. you can like danila however you want. and maybe back in 2014 it was indeed good. but i know his russian works. and i know his present works. and 1) most of them are cringey 2) hes cringey 3) hes done many other cringey things. though its not only his works or personality that made him a meme here. hes just a meme? somehow weve come to this and i love this. good for danila. a pretty name. and a pretty person, he makes money with his cringe after all.
i want to say that i want to be a meme if i ever become a celebrity T_T BUT it has to be like funny haha meme not omg CRINGE meme. anyway i do love his name sm sososossosos much and hes pretty cute. and yes he makes money off his cringe so good for him HAHAHHAH
'YOU WHINY BABY' i am.
/: why didnt you put an episode number so i can watch. should i start in the first ep of matt smith? but i also kinda wanted to watch david tennant
'SHE IS DAEMONS FIRST WIFE THE ONE AND THE ONLY' Yey sounds like the victory!
lol if thats what it sounds like to you <3
'he’s technically also not wrong' nah hes wrong bc 1) HE doesnt consider himself the first 2) man.
#2 HAHAHHHAHAHAHAH. i mean just because #1 he doesnt consider himself the man doesnt make it less true
'change my mind about who yn ends up with' in my mind hes lonely and he ends up heartbroken with his brother who finally came to his senses, watching the wedding with the bitterness in the smile and the great pain.
very logical. i hate logic. im going to give him a shot. a fair shot
'im going to add that' such an honour TT
<3
'let me finish this fic in 5 parts dammit' go ahead. dont forbid you anything. go ahead. ill gladly read.
T_T thank you <3
'you know that married member in BigBang?' GHDKDOLHHG ok mental health cutie. i got u. thanks<з
T_T AHAHHA 1000000000000$ cutie
yk i like witchy playlists VERY much. ive just found this. and i dont understand if its the authors au or smth
i think it is.
but. u feel how accurate it seems with daemon?... like my witch au wasnt abt it. its definately another thing. but imagine another witch au. where daemon is no prince but a narcissistic demon. and a witch loves him unconditionally and selfishly. hes the rouge prince of his own, he does whatever he wants and have as many women as he want. and she know it, it doesnt matter though. bc she love the feeling of love, she loves the fact of feeling something for such a powerful and one of a kind creature. theyre acquaintances and hes totally aware of her love, he relishes in it. he flirts with her and she responds in kind with no hesitation or embarrassment. and they both are just perfectly fine with this. it may sound foolish or not making any sense but i love relationships with no logic TT that are absolutely chaotic and incomprehensible for anyone outside of the dynamic. sorry i just got inspired a little.
ok. i like this prompt. i will try to write it because i feel like i cant write anything rn T_T if i cant write this rn T_T then i guess i cant.
i really like how you made daemon in this. a demon a selfish demon its so canon and poor bb girl witch who loves him no matter what T_T fuck off i hate men i kinda want to write it. but also ??? T_T sounds tiring
idk i havent been able to write. i have so many things i want to write but i cant T_T i need a cleanse fic. a fic only i thought about and i need to go wild
tbh i liked only the first song of the playlist... and its not exactly the mood i have about this dynamic but nvm.
LOL HAHHAH im in class right now but i'll listen to it later
also i love the trope with the relationship bound to end from the very first moment. and it is the one of those i told about. a reader meets daemon in essos/another place he travels to during his exile. and its the love at first sight. and both of them knows he wont stay and she wont come with him. so they enjoy the very 2 or 3 months they have.
oh no i love this too T_T <3 you've got such a beautiful brain. i love you so much
thats all i wanted to say. besides 5 other ideas i had💀 maybe at weekends... maybe...
you should have told me all of them! i love hearing you speak or reading your words rather AHAHH. if i sound out of it, maybe i am my head hurts again. maybe its the heat AGAIN maybe im dehydrated fuck. but just tell me everything you want ok <3 i love you
hope your week is alright, you eat well !!! and drink enough water.
i will do my best <3. i hope you do too <3 take care of yourself ok i love you
have a nice day/evening/night! love u! take care<з
i love you so much i hope i feel better this sucks i love you <3
xxx
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OMG I LOVE DOM H THATS INLY SOFT FOR HIS SUB BUT WHEN THEIR BRATTY HE GOES FULL DOM MODE
MELTS AND BOILS OUT OF HORNINESS
Y/N was more of cuddly and clingy tonight.
Wanting nothing but to hide herself in Harry’s chest pawing at his well-built hips with a huff through her nose to be more closer to him, all of it because of his sweet praising for her's while he took her pictures in his phone before leaving for this party he wanted her to be his date— maybe a simple companion she doesn’t know yet where they stand.
She looked too angelic in a baby pink satin slip dress for him not to smother her face in careful dotting kisses and grumbled in feign offend when she pushed him away with her small hand and giggled shyly.
“Y'gonna say no to daddy, Angel?” His daunting tut, blew her pupils into surprise and she rolled her eyes and went to swat his bicep, while her lower abdomen sparkled and tingled with excitement and delight. He likes to play all sweet and precious, but underneath that tentative and “’M putty in my Angels palm,” gooey exterior’s a wicked, mischievous little sneak and satan who likes to see her suffer, basking in the sputtery and fiddly reactions of hers.
Especially in public. Oh he loves it, when he’s intentionally grazing his warm lips against her earlobe to whisper how she’s so good for daddy, darting his tongue out to wet his lips and tease her. He liked taking her out on expensive fancy restaurants and be a filthy prat with his words without a shame making her knees knock into tables, gets her all warm and pink with his little plays like kissing her fingertips one by one and slipping them slowly into his mouth, kissing the dribbles of ice-cream from her chin and murmur hotly against her cupid bow, “Hmm. Your peach’s sweeter, moppet.” to feel her squeeze onto his hand that holds her all the time, always having a hand on the small of her back and raking it impossibly low only to get her all squirmy and bashful for him, barking out a laugh when she squeals for he slip it inside her bottoms and snapped them playfully.
He loves to rouse her and make her dip into the haziness, then has an audacity to sharpen a finger at her and grunt at her, “Behave.” When she copied his vicious actions back.
Saying this, he was back to chatting his friends and call Y/N bratty how much you want but the impulsive yearn that was bubbling in her tummy skunked over with jealousy, so she chose the better option. To infuriate and arouse him with her risky little play-tactics, in hope he might drag her away and push her into the nearest washroom and tell her to suck onto daddy’s cock— then swat her hands away harshly and fuck her little watery mouth himself.
So. When she tried to be as sly as possible pretending to drop something on the ground and then bent to have her ass, clad in silk lacies peeking for him teasingly. Harry noticeably gets a bit disgruntled, adjusting himself in trousers and shifting to yank her back to pull her against his chest with a displeased frown.
This time he didn’t tell her to behave making her pout awfully whiny up at him and getting her even more frustrated by smiling down at her as if nothing happened.
Though, the smile’s one of the sinister pressed jaw bbreakin-ly to stop him from gritting his teeth and land a hard stingy slap to her bum right infront of everyone.
Y/N stomps her feet which indeed gains his attention but he chooses to ignore it, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her closer to his side without even sparing a glance down at her.
Alas. Y/N has waved white flags of defeat considering no-amount of teasing and battiness would break his resolve – one the many things she’s envious of him in their little escapade of naughtiness, is Harry got a hellish of self-control, no wonder that’s one of the reasons he’s her dom.
“Where y'going?” He asks through a smile that was gleamed at his childhood bestfriend and not Y/N, she gulps down the lump of bitterness down her throat–- tone high-pitched in her mumble from the unbelievable achiness between her thighs and all she wants to do’s claim him hers, with deep red bites at his sweet pulse and the front of his throat’s bump.
She has no-idea in the flying fuck, what she’s stammering about, “Ni. Ma–. . . maybe he’ll be a better dom than you.” Ouch. Harry’s veins boils with spleen and indescribable outrage, his face sculptures into a fierce indignation–- out of his realization staring down at her blankly.
For a moment though Y/N feels an immense guilt pour down her head like cold icy water, cause all he’s been to her is sweet and caring telling her how precious she’s for him and how he’s gonna make love to her once they come back home.
She tends to say rubbish in her floatiness but never she has ever doubted him and her eyes gets all swimy, hands rushing up to cradle his face not caring if there’s a gathering around them – though she retreats when he doesn’t let her and to play nice with him has become a none to never option, atleast for tonight when he sets his eyes back on his friend, Y/N’s shoulders slump and shrugs; her head perks up immediately after when he’s bidding them byes and her inners fill with excitement and anticipation to just go home.
. . .
Her panties pools with arousal when he spreads his thighs apart, patting his meaty flesh with a skewered annoyance, “On daddy’s lap, bum out,” With gleeful little nod she’s stumbling her way towards him and he’s not pawing at her hips to lay her down and shove her face into the mattress, keeping his hands to himself quite for a moment before pondering if it’s the right punishment seeing how her panties are already twisted, she shrinks into herself at his cold demeanour wiggling a little to adjust.
Don’t get her wrong. She loves having him gentle and sweet and tentative, pressed so tight she could feel each lull and thump of his heart. Feeling him crush her under his weight with each thrust of his’s overwhelming each of her pores with so much love for him—- sometimes she imagines him to be rough with her, when he grabs and holds and bite her to leave her sore and whiny next day. Pinning her thighs roughly and fucks into her so fast and hard and deep .. god so deep she feels him in her tummy and her pussy swallows down onto him wetly.
He bunches her dress up her spine, strokes her cheek lovingly, plucking at her waistband and touches the soft supple skin then realizes how and why they ended up here.
Her body relaxes into him, nuzzling her nose into his knee and thinks he changed his mind and is out of fumes, will now fuck her nice and warm until a very, disrupting startling swat to her bum makes her gasp and she jerks against his bicep that’s holding her place in now, “Tha’ hurt!” She whined, pouting even though he couldn’t see it because his hold’s firm on her and if it stung didn’t mean she wants to stop him – it’s sparking the tingles in her pit wanting for more.
“’S supposed to,” He grabs onto her hand that tries to reach behind and rub the sting away, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished right?” He doesn’t wait for her short nod and gives another firm slap to her right cheek and she feels it jiggling under his calloused palm.
“Words!” He growls, she feels small and little in his lap and she’s loving it – knowing he’d immediately stop if she’d accentuate any discomfort, “Was mean. Teased daddy and ...” She mewls when he kneads her blushed skin and clucks his tongue at her, something so dominating and domineering about him in a way she wants to obey him and listen to him quite oddly now after so much wreck havoc—- her noise strangling inside herself out of embarrassment and utter shyness; that she hurt him.
“...and daddy doesn’t likes to be teased.” He says derisively, blunt nails scratching her thighs to raise goosebumps on her skin.
“Ought to teach ya a lesson, didn’t I? You’d be still a filthy brat if it wouldn’t hurt.” He slithers his long fingers under her chin and grabs it, makes her look up at him– giving a light slap to her parted lips when she refuses to look him in eyes.
She's puckering her spit coated lips to suck his digits in her mouth and shallow her cheeks around them, grousing when he removes them out of her reach and she melts into his palm when he gives her two more spanks one after another between her asscheeks quick and hard and rolls his thumb painfully closer to where her little hole is clenching.
Might, in other cases, he'd have cooed at her and caressed her bottom, murmuring, “Such a soft little thing,” and “Moppet y'did so good for daddy,”
“Turn over.” He elevates her with his knee, rocking her on his bulge teasingly and loops his arm around her waist to finally help her up.
The sea foam glazed eyes peering down at her with such intensity makes Y/N chase for his lips eagerly and she cries out when he backs away, “Daddy no ...” Her complain is dropping to a low whimper as Harry strokes his thumb over her bottom pouty lip, creaming her panties and pricking the balloon of exhilaration in her tummy -- she’s a bit upset he hasn’t called her pet names at all and he still thinks she’s bad and hasn’t learned her lesson.
She did! She’s good!
“Maybe if you weren’t so mean,” He cups her bum, breath hitching for a moment when she hisses, lifts her up and glides her panties down, “I would’ve eat your cute pussy out earlier.” He utters, nose burrowing in her neck when she tries to get rid of the panties to be good for him, “Perhaps only really good girls gets their peach eaten . . ‘cos they really deserve it, dunno?”
Her head bows against his chest, feeling unexpectedly too small and disheartened as she murmurs kittenishly clutching his sides and blinking up at him in desperation with glossy lashes, “’M good daddy. Aren’t I?” He let a small smile tick his dimples which went unnoticed by her, of how much haziness and subbiness she has gone under.
He sponges his lips to her collarbones, a whimper scrapes from her throat from where her hands are pressed to the seam of his slacks, while he leans back undoing his buttons.
His cock twitches and akin to it his face warm pink and happy at the noises she creates once he’s out and he grasps her wrists and tugs her forward, “I’m your good girl.” She takes a huge weepy sigh leaning herself to get his cock inside her without seeming bad— because she wants to be good and she’s needy and achy at the same time.
“Your sore and stingy bum would say otherwise, Bunny.” He grins, and a groan rattles in his chest when he swipes his fingers up her folds to inspect her and she’s dripping thickly.
“Fuck. Sucha tight pretty hole f'me.” He murmurs. Helps himself ease inside wet, tight hole and holds himself from making both of them flop back into sheets when she fits around him velvety and snug, his balls pressed to her bum.
She goes to loop her elbows around his neck to smush herself into him and to muffle any inhumane noises she’ll create-- too afraid she’d sob out for being in such a vulnerable state, rather, he hooks his fingers around her wrists securely and holds them behind her spine.
“Bounce on my cock, Bunny.” He orders and she mewls, realizing he isn’t done with her and knows she tires herself too early whilst ridding him and ends up grouching and huffing.
She complies. Feeling herself stuffier and stuffier, she soaks his cock utterly slick with each of his throb inside her and she always loves how he gets more stiff once inside her like it’s the best place he wants to be in and she gazes with hooded eyes to where she has created the slide for him easier, as her pussy squelches around him with his each buck and rough thrust.
“Aah! Ah!” She cries, nibbling onto the fading love-mark on his neck when he slips his hand between their bodies to roll her clit, “Yes, yes. Right there daddy!” He tips her chin to wrap his mouth around her swollen bitten lip and suckles on it murmuring.
“Here yeah? Is daddy’s cock nice and big, hitting your spot good, fuckin’ my baby’s spots good.”
She pouts up at him, chest heaving from all her work and he brushes her hair behind, “Apologise fo’ being naughty and you might get to cum,” She wastes no time, body stretching in arched bow with his slam of hips into her.
“I’m sorry, for being naughty and misbehaving!” She blubbers slumping onto his chest.
He pats her bum, groping it to help her fuck her cunt down his heavy prick and he whispers gutturally in her ear, “Keep going bunny. I could feel ye' pussy squeezin' me s'bloody tight.” He fucks her sloppily circling her sensitive nub twice, thrice until she’s gushing all over him in a heavenly manner thrashing in his arms and not able to screw down any moans and noises.
His own orgasm follows her. Pouring her hole with a heavy cum-load and his grip from around her wrists loosens up, falling on his sides and crinkling the sheets while he stuffs his nose into her shoulder hill thighs jerking under her.
They stay, like that for some seconds, covered in sheen and possibly eachother’s sweat— his recovery was too livid he didn’t heard soft sniffles against his cheek and his chest immediately suffocates up when he draws Y/N away to be met by her glassy drunk pink eyes, lower lip wobbling awfully sad.
“Daddy I’m sorry, I’m bad, I’m so sorry daddy —...” Her jumbled apologies gets lost into her violent sob that knocks her chest and she gasps, bursting wide pupils locked to Harry’s panicked ones and he quickly cradles her face shaking his head furiously, “No baby. You’re my good girl, me best girl.” His tone honest and loving and adoring.
“No! I hurt you ....” She trembles, hiding her face into her elbow and Harry pulls it away, he moulds both of his palms against her teary warm cheeks and lulls her face with all of the endearment he holds for her in his heart.
“I didn’t mean it daddy, promise.” She sulks, fear swimming in her eyes shattering Harry’s heart into infinite pieces and he scolds himself for it, terrified he went too harsh with her, “I know bunny. I know."
“Now come back to me, Angel. Harry misses you. Wanna have me Angel bac—...” Her babbling takes over his coaxing and she hiccups, head a mess of vivid thoughts and doubts, “I got jealous, don’t like it when you look at your friends the same way y'do to me,” He wasn’t. He could never see someone in the same light and same affection and adoration he sees his lovie, since, she was gone under the foam of dizziness too much and neglected of his attention it seemed like that to her and Harry’s beating himself for making her feel like it.
“I...I know, shouldn’t. ‘M sorry, but I love you so much daddy . . .” More tears springs and falls from her eyes. Her crying confession leaves Harry appalled and shocked, butterflies swarming in his tummy and his hands stays limp on her side before he ponders that’d make her over-think he doesn’t wants to touch her so he instantly rubs his hands up and down her arms, mouth guppies many time to stutter out something.
They hadn’t exchanged ‘I love yous' yet. He knew they’d. He wanted it be when they’d be all cuddled and he’s pecking her all where and making love to her, not when she barely knows about her presence and is too floaty to have her feet on ground.
“I love you too. I love you too, so much baby, fuck.” He presses his forehead to hers, nosing her softly and gently and then smashes his lips against hers in a deep humming kiss instead of answering when she blinks up at him startled asking, “You do,” So innocently that Harry had to kiss his love and feel the taste of sex on her mouth and suckle on her tongue to drive her mind away from deprecating herself.
“Wanna have my Angel, back. Please? Pretty please?”
“No more mad?”
“Could never be, you my baby.”
“Can I keep you inside me for sometime? I’ll be good.” She murmurs sleepily, Harry wraps his arms around her and snuggles her into his chest, “My cock’s all yours pretty girl.” He soothes her back. Waiting patiently for her breathing pattern to go back to normal.
“Thank you.” Her voice sobering up, cracking the cocoon of fog where his Y/N rests and the moment she’d be out, he’s gonna kiss her love for him out of her lips.
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For the sake of love
Genre: angst/drama part: 5 of the series
Trigger warning/mentions of death/sucide/self-harm
Summary: Mc, the exchange student, shows the characters about how cruel fate can be and how they will not hesitate to fight against its wishes, but really can they? Who knows?
Previous part // next part
Mc was gone...forever...
These words echo in their minds as they follow to where fate leads them. An hollow abyss where everything hurts. Pain is unforgivingly killing them slowly as the days go by.
Belphegor cries, screams, all alone in the attic cursing his immortality. He cuts deep into his wrist again and again until his arm is covered with his blood. The blood of the one who killed his love of the life and his sister. He was indeed a failure of his father who deserved pain so much, that even death was incapable of ending his suffering...
Beelzebub cries while embracing the old jacket gifted by his sweet cupcake, inhaling the sweet hypnotic scent from their blanket wrapped around his cold shaking figure. It was all his fault, he couldn't save lilith nor could he save Mc. What is the point of being strong when you can't even save your loved ones. He's such a fool...
Asmodeus has lost everything, from his beauty to his happiness, Mc was his happiness and their death took away the colours from his sky, the shimmer of his eyes and his smile. He then realizes it was his fault all along because such a cursed creature much like himself doesn't deserve love or affection, he deserves pain and only pain until death knocks the doors.
Satan is truly angered, how could anyone take away what was meant to be his. How dare anyone ?!! He tore each book that couldn't revive you... his own collection was splayed across the room reminding him of the truth of his existence. He cried once the wrath settled slowly on the lake of agony. His body was bruised as he cried himself to a sleep, he didn't want to wake up from.
Leviathan can't move. His limbs refuse to budge as he mourns laying on the cold floor which is now soaking from his tears. Why? Why did his Henry go away? Just why? The only person in the world who understood him is no-more. Mc is gone. If he could, then he would've exchanged his life for theirs. They deserved to live, to be happy, he doesn't. For he let Mc die.
Mammon denies the death of his precious. Of course, his Mc can't leave him. Afterall, the pact mark isn't gone either. Mc's alive, their just sleeping--thats it. Their sleeping in that cozy box and probably will wake up soon, right? Right?! He cries again and again until his Mc comes to wipe away his tears and kiss him good night...
Lucifer was the strongest. The strongest among his brothers. The strongest after Diavolo. Then why. Why is he crying over the death of a mere human..? Why is he being so weak over such an event? He drinks to calm his aching heart and to soothe the dryness of his throat after screaming for his beloved.
The liquid feels bitter but addicting on his tongue leaving a burning sensation within him which tears him a little more. For last time he felt this, it was in your presence and now your gone... leaving him hollow just like his brothers.
But hold on, when did he put the bottle away or take that glass of water? He wondered as another thing came flying on his table. A tiny Keychain he had bought from human world, one that you could store a loved ones picture to see them and visit the old memories.
Mc was around, he could feel their presence like a feather-light touch on his face to wipe away the tears that had dried moments ago.
Then it hit again but harder
Mc is here!!
Lucifer rushed to gather his brothers to tell the news, to give them hope that their dear Mc can possibly return. Despite being drunk, the first born hurried to welcome the new hope within him and his brothers.
"Everybody gather in living room, NOW." He messaged in a hurry while gathering himself to face his brothers. Afterall,
It was time for
Mc to come home...
Oooooh what's gonna happen next?........shit....... I forgot I was the one writing this in the middle part and almost cried when I had to write cuz nope, my mind was blank and then went brrrrrr.
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hi! i was going through your blog for OC Research Purposes, specifically anything lemon/citrus related (a bit specific lol), and found a few posts of kimono/obidome where citrus seems to be represented as a sort of bean with 3 little dot-thingies on it and five leaves behind it. through some googling it seems like its similar to the tachibana kamon/maybe based on it? but i was wondering if you had any more info about this! or anything else citrus related youd know of really
Tachibana (wild manadarin orange) is indeed the only citrus used as a pattern in traditional Japanese fashion and decor. And you are right, you can also find it on crests/kamon :)
It’s worth noting that tachibana is super bitter and non edible, so most of its use is truly symbolic. Well known sweet citrus hybrids like mikan are in fact pretty recent.
In the past, people believed tachibana originated from Tokoyo no kuni (one of the mystical Eternal Lands) as it was said to bear buds, flowers and fruits all at the same time in old Kojiki. Thats why it's stylised like so:
Tachibana had strong cosmogonical symbolism during the Heian era. Hence why the Shishinden imperial palace had its entrance flanked by a sakura tree (= fleetingness and impermanence) on the East, and a tachibana on the West (= eternity and permanence).
As an "eternal" plant, tachibana was believed to favour longevity and healthy children. As many auspicious symbols, it can be used all year long. It is especially linked to Winter and New year celebrations, much like the yuzu (see winter solstice baths), and the daidai (see kagami mochi).
Nowadays, this pattern is not much seen on kimono items (it’s mostly for furisode, bridal kakeshita, and high end obi for ex). It saw a big come back during post wartime Showa era (alongside classical motifs like cranes or seigaiha) so I am pretty sure this old school pattern will come full circle again someday.
As a side note, tachibana kanzachi are still worn by Maiko (search this guide by Missmyloko) symbolizing them growing up strong.
Hope this helps :)
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decided to post some of my ideas for a ninjago/atla au besties. tell me whatcha think
under read more cus its kinda long lmao
some background first…
here, the first spinjitzu master is smth that doesn’t actually exist in avatar bc i couldn’t for the life of me figure out what to make him so now he’s like… he’s basically the child of all the original benders: the badgermoles, the sky bison, the dragons, and the moon spirit combined. he was born of their powers, and he was the first avatar, kinda like this au’s version of raava i guess?? so this au’s version of vaatu is the overlord, and like in ninjago, they have this never-ending rivalry. and the overlord is an avatar, too, but more of a dark one. it only cares about corruption and evil.
the first bending master, as he’s called in this au, manages to banish the overlord into the spirit realm, but he knew that one day, it would return. so he creates a land called ninjago and fills it with people of all kinds, each corner of the world having one type of bending. he gave the humans bending, but only one type for each person.
he didn’t want a repeat of the overlord.
so then he has two sons: wu and garmadon. he hemmed and hawed over what elements to give to them, but eventually he chose. wu gets airbending, the element of life and serene and calm. garmadon gets firebending, rough and harsh and the element of destruction. his fire is violet and incredibly hot.
everything goes fine, and the first bending master manages to keep balance of the world as its avatar. except the overlord does indeed return.
garmadon gets corrupted by its spirit and is bitten by the great devourer. he becomes obsessed with power and wanted to be the avatar more than anything in life. he believes that his father was holding his powers back because he didn’t trust him. and he believes that his father was going to hand over his power to wu after he died. and he couldn’t have that.
wu notices his downward spiral and suggests that he take a trip to visit the mortals. maybe that would help him realize that there is reason for their father being the only avatar in the world.
so garmadon goes down into the mortal plane. and meets fire lord chen and his second in command clouse.
fire lord chen is quite interested in an old legend of what is called the serpentine: ancient tribes of snake people said to have been born from the hatred and despair of the overlord, led by the toughest and the greatest, the great devourer. chen wants to bring these serpentine back, and at first garmadon agrees to help him, if only to get revenge on his father.
but he snaps out of it, because he realizes that its the great devourer’s fault in the first place that he’s like this. he betrays chen and clouse and warns wu of their plan, but without telling him whose plan it is. together, the brothers manage to gather together an alliance of the greatest bending masters in the world. garmadon wants their father to help, but wu gives some unfortunate news.
the first bending master is near his deathbed. he is very, very ill, and he is thousands of years old at this point. he wants rest.
so, naturally, garmadon is conflicted about this. he’s ecstatic bc he thinks that he can gain the powers of the avatar once his father passes, but also he’s sad, because, well, thats still his dad after all.
but anyway, the bending alliance manages to defeat the serpentine and seal them away in the spirit realm, like the first bending master had done to the overlord. this… turns out to be a bad idea.
fire lord chen and clouse both manage to shift the blame away from them, and since garmy was the only one who knew they caused the plan, he lets it happen. because he still is a bit evil.
something happens that gives him hope, though: he meets misako, who might be the love of his life. (also in this au that weird love triangle shit don’t happen) they get married, and for a while, garmadon seems perfectly sane. but.
the first bending master dies.
lloyd is born almost right after.
no one makes the connection, though, thankfully, but it is enough for garmadon to lose whatever sanity he had left. he completely goes insane.
he races back to their family monastery believing that he can and will gain the powers of the avatar, somehow, but he doesn’t. and that is too much for him to take. all of this… all of this… waiting… for nothing?
garmadon stares at himself in the mirror. he looks down at his hand, at the bite mark blemishing his skin, and grabs a ceremonial knife. he laughs to himself and places his hand on the mirror, slowly raising his knife towards it… he thinks he can stop all this pain in one easy swoop.
garmadon, sneering at himself: maybe… maybe this will fix it… if i just cut off the damn thing…
first bending master, in the mirror: i would not recommend it, son.
garmadon, face falling: why are you here?
first bending master: i came to speak with you. and to try and help you.
garmadon, snarling: don’t pretend like you care about me! i know what you really think. you think i’m a monster.
first bending master: i think you’re conflicted. the part of you that wants to be the avatar so badly you are willing to kill for it… that part of you clashes with the real you. the one that wants everyone you care about to be safe. your brother, your friends, your wife… your son.
garmadon: *laughs and turns around* why should i care about them, father? they don’t care about me! not my brother, not my wife, not my so-called friends, and certainly not you! the only one who does care about me is my son, and thats only because he doesn’t know any better. he’ll leave one day too.
first bending master, solemnly: you are wrong. i do care about you. i always did. i love you, garmadon. i do.
garmadon shakes, his hand gripping the knife tighter. his mouths trembles, and eventually turns into a scowl. he whirls around to face the mirror and slams his knife into it, shattering it into pieces.
he gets worse from there on. he begins to attack people left and right, villages and cities, even going so far as to consider breaking the serpentine free. he doesn’t get that far, though, because his brother interrupts him.
wu is very concerned, bc, well, garmy was a bit weird but never straight up insane like he is now. so he heads over to his family’s old monastery. there, he finds garmadon, seething and stewing. garmadon doesn’t take his arrival well.
garmadon: ugh! for once, can’t you just leave me alone?!
wu: no, i cannot. this isn’t you, brother! you must snap out of it!
garmadon: this is me! this has been me for my entire life, wu! i can’t change it now, and i can’t even be the avatar. what’s the point?
wu: the point is that father trusted us to take care of ninjago once he passed on. we have a duty.
garmadon: father was a fool, and father was selfish! i am remaking the world in my own image, an image that won’t let anyone have the kind of power that he did, except for those who are worthy!
wu: that’s crazy! you can’t just pick and choose who gets to be the most powerful bender in the world!
garmadon: isn’t that what father did, though, when he died? who is the new avatar, wu?! tell me!!
wu: i don’t know. and neither will you, if you keep this up.
garmadon: *laughs* are you threatening me?
wu: i am.
garmadon: fine. you want to take control of ninjago over me? fine. fine. fine. i challenge you to an agni kai! the battle that was always meant to be.
wu: very well.
garmadon: for the record… i’m sorry it had to end this way, brother.
wu, sadly: no. you aren’t.
cue final agni kai type fight, light vs darkness. fire vs air. obviously, wu wins, and manages to chain garmadon up so he can’t attack anymore. garmadon then has a complete psychotic breakdown like azula, complete with the spitting fire and sobbing hysterically while wu watches sadly.
wu banishes garmadon to the spirit realm, because he doesn’t think there’s anything else he can do.
ninjago is saved.
or so he thinks.
see, chen and clouse are still around. as are the serpentine, biding their time in the spirit realm. they meet garmy and decide that they should work together. garmadon, so torn up by hatred and despair, agrees to help them, if he gets to destroy his brother.
meanwhile, everything is going good.
lloyd is the avatar, obviously, but he’s only like. thirteen when he finds out. he’s an airbender avatar and lived with koko (bc its my au and i get to pick the mom i use) in one of the air temples (idk which one tho). he’s raised believing that he’s just a random kid who happens to serve the avatar, kinda like kyoshi.
that avatar he believes he serves is none other than morro, the adopted son of airbender sage wu. morro is four years older than lloyd, and he was just revealed to be the airbending avatar. morro, of course, is thrilled. but he also gets an incredibly big ego over it, believing that he is better than other people bc he is the avatar. the reason he was thought to be the avatar was because he appeared to waterbend at one point, but it is later revealed to have been simple airbending that pushed the water.
but morro doesn’t realize or know this until its too late. and when he does… its a shitshow.
basically, lloyd and morro are sent to meet with fire lord chen and his daughter skylor, along with wu, koko, and some of the other air sages. skylor is a chi blocker, an incredibly talented one who has mastered all of the different bending fighting styles even tho she herself is a nonbender.
ok so clouse is obviously there. he recognizes lloyd via koko and is fucking pissed. he’s like my ex-boyfriend rival’s son is here?? what the hell?? so he keeps a close on eye on lloyd bc he doesn’t like him. morro, meanwhile, is treated like a king at the palace bc chen wants to get into the avatar’s good graces.
and uh. well, as it turns out, morro isn’t the avatar…
they’re attacked by the serpentine, bitter at the bending masters for having locked them underground. morro is excellent at fighting, but lloyd has more adrenaline.
and lloyd firebends.
cue shock and horror and anger from all sides.
wu is the most horrified of all. the son of his brother… the man he banished… is the avatar?
so yeah thats the background AT LEAST. i dont really know what happens after that but lloyd runs away or something. i will write more i promise!!!
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Hi how your day? I was wondering if I could request (ship) All Might and Eraserhead mated to the same ProHero!Alpha. Both of them ended pregnant. Do they both make a massive nest together and move into a bigger place or the alpha home assuming it's bigger. How does the alpha take care of them both? I hope you have a nice day. ☺
This was so much fun to write! I absolutely adore Erasermight so I hope this does the trick!!!
Pregnant Omega EraserMight with A!Hero reader
Toshinori was the Omega who realized he was pregnant first. He instantly gets overwhelmed and really anxious because of his current condition. He is an older Omega who didn’t expect to be fertile, especially with the condition his body is in, so he is overwhelmed.
Despite being on Testosterone to help with his hero work, Aizawa found out he was pregnant soon after. Unlike Toshinori, HE panicked because he had lost a baby and is scared it would happen again. Also, his body is still adjusted to Testosterone so he is quick to rush off of them. He wants his body to adjust as quickly as possible back to his original Omega state.
Neither Omega admits that they’re pregnant at first. Toshinori does notice that Aizawa isn’t taking his testosterone and Aizawa notices how cautious Toshinori is. Both start nesting together subconsciously and cuddling more often, but neither say anything.
Both come clean to each other at about 6 weeks in. They both noticed their scents changing and the cravings. Also, Aizawas body is starting to go back to how it was before he got on T, curves starting to appear in his hips and thighs mainly.
Both men create a huge ass nest together. Aizawa never really nested much and Toshinori Nests like a mad man. Together, they make a pretty big nest and constantly cuddle. Thats when they start discussing how to tell their Alpha about the pregnancy.
Aizawa let Toshinori do the majority of the planning since Aizawa grew more tired after figuring out he was pregnant. As Aizawa slept, Toshinori worked on making a little gift box with the pregnancy tests from both men, little baby allmight merch, and even some baby Eraserhead stuff that Toshinori mightve found and or commissioned for-
When you got home from hero work, Both men sat you down and announced the pregnancy. You were in shock that not just one omega, but both were carrying pups and it ended up with you sobbing in their arms. Toshinori also cried, and Aizawa teared up.
Due to your mates being high risk (and the fact they were both also pro heroes and one was indeed All Might), The hero commission allowed you the option to stay home and take care of them as you please. You still work and do patrols, but you do end up accepting this offer and start staying home with your omegas more.
Both Omegas enjoy coming home from UA to see that the house had been cleaned and you were making dinner for them. Toshinori especially adored the extra time with you and even more when it means he gets extra attention from you. Aizawa also enjoys the attention, but he is less obvious about it compared to Toshinori.
Both men continue to teach at UA for a few months. Once Toshinori started having some issues though, the three of you and Nezu all agreed that it would be better for Toshinori to start staying home full time. Toshinori hated this idea, but if it meant keeping the pup safe, then he would be okay with it.
Aizawa on the other hand continues to hide the pregnancy and teach he really starts showing. By then, it’s considered a risk for him to continue working with the students, and he is told to take it easy til the pups are born.
Once Toshinori got told to stay home, you decide to fully stop with hero work so you could make sure he is safe. He really appreciates it even though he constantly tells you that you don’t have to stop working for his sake.
All three of you mutually agree that a bigger house is needed. You all stay near UA, but move into a house thats a bit bigger. It was a nice feeling knowing that both omegas agreed on the house and instantly made themselves at home there.
At the new house, you constantly have both omegas rushing to you to scent their things and things for the nursery. Your scent glands actually start to burn from how much scent they are producing.
The house smells like a cafe, and you honestly adore it. Toshinoris green tea scent turned similar to that of Matcha tea and Aizawas usually bitter coffee scent turned more milky and sweet. Walking into your house was very comforting for not only you, but you often noticed how Izuku, Shinsou, Hizashi, and Nemuri all relaxed when coming inside.
Both men are CONSTANTLY purring. Aizawa used to blush about purring and complain that he never purrs, but the pregnancy makes it very clear that when his Omega is content, his purr will be contagious and cause you and Toshinori to purr just as loud.
One problem with both men though is that they...are fucking stubborn. It’s not unusual to find Toshinori trying to do shit on his own despite being told that he pretty much needs to be on bed rest. He will whine and complain about how he can do it himself, and you PROMPTLY have to use alpha voice on him just to get him back to bed. Aizawa, while not as bad as Toshinori, will also try to do stuff for himself or for Toshinori when you’re not around.
In the nursery, you notice how both omegas seem to mix their ideas into it. You can spot very obvious All might things in the room, but Aizawa is VERY insistent on adding cloud decorations in areas like the Baby mobile. When you ask about it, he promptly brushes it off and just smiles at it. You figure its just best to leave the omegas to what they want.
None of you are surprised when Toshinori is the first to let out a panicked chirp and cry out that its time to go to the hospital. You end up grabbing the three bags for both Omegas and yourself, and you do your best to help both Omegas to the car so you could take them to the hospital
More surprising is that when you get there, Aizawas water promptly breaks as well. Now you’re in panicked Alpha mode as you rush to be there for both Omegas as the babies get delivered.
God,,,,You might as well call yourself Midoriya because as your Omegas are in labor, you think your hands may be broken. Even if Toshinori is in his weak form, for fucks sake his grip strength is still crazy and...fuck Aizawa is NOT fun to be with when he is in Labor.
Soon though, you hear a babies cry and turn your attention to Toshinori, then moments later you do the same to Aizawa.
Thankfully, there were no complications and you three are left to scent the pups in your room. Slowly, you pass around the two children and your heart drops when you notice something.
Toshinori had a son. Crazy blond hair tufts on his head. As you hold him, you can only grin as you know that Aizawa is going to break seeing the pup.
Aizawa had a daughter. Dark hair, fair skin, and breathtakingly beautiful. No doubt Toshinori would cry holding her.
Sure enough, when you place each baby in the other omegas arms, both men Tear up and cry while cradling the pups. You knew this would be a lot for them, not just because they are now parents, but because of the names they picked for the kids and their now shocking appearances
As you admire your Omegas cradling the pups, you can’t help but admit it.
Nana and Oboro were perfect names for the pups.
#Erasermight#eraserhead x reader#All Might#Toshinori#omegaverse#omegaverse headcanons#omega aizawa#Omega All might#omega toshinori#poly bnha#mha poly#mha omegaverse#bnha#BNHA Headcanons#mha headcanons
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oh yes. ohhhhhh yes. magnus having continual Thoughts about how good alec looks in that suit. Alec saying “MY HUSBAND” very loudly. it would be a great party for them indeed.
friends start making comments to magnus like “damn. score.” and he just sighs like “i wish”
everyone’s confused to learn that their marriage is still not consummated
magnus gets more and more drunk and starts having very inappropriate thoughts about alec’s hands, throat, mouth etc.
but when someone actually points out how deep in it magnus is, he starts panicking. maybe he flees the party. maybe alec comes after him. maybe he grabs onto magnus to keep him from running. maybe magnus wants alec to keep him from running. maybe he throws himself into alec’s arms. idk i’m just spitballing.
Are you specifically attempting murder here? There will be cops and an investigation. The whole blog will be covered in police tape. Fu ck.
Magnus’s bitter “I wish” as he downs another drink, this partly is spiraling out control so fast and yet nobody, literally nobody, is stopping it.
What is a Warlock party without a good scandal? Everyone came there fully aware that today’s spotlight would be on this shadowhunter husband of Bane’s, who surely would be a total asshole and embarrass him entirely.
BUT IT DOESN’T END UP SO, OH NO, IT’S BETTER.
Seeing Magnus Bane drink himself silly as his husband laughs and jokes around with warlocks and being a snarky little bitch and the warlocks /loving/ it.
IMAGINE ALEC MAKING SOME FUN OF THE CLAVE.
ALSO IMAGINE MAGNUS SAVING ALEC FROM TOTAL EMBARASEENT.
imagine some warlocks discuss bdsm or anything of the kind that mind sound misleading from the side like: “Yes he values discipline, it’s very serious training” and Alec, trying to be social for once in his life “We practice discipline in the Institute as well” serious nod. I REFUSE TO BE SORRY.
but now for the last part??? Magnus just??? Trying to???? escape????
You know I always joked around about what a cinderella Magnus is, running off the party, leaving a button behind, being tracked......
This is making those thoughts even worse.....
Drunk tracking Magnus outside the building, as Magnus is too drunk for a portal, grabbing his arm and accidently pulling too hard so Magnus stumbles into his arms, grabbing him and balancing him, superior shadowhunter balance totall taking over, staring down suddenly all too close, seeing his beautiful make up from such proximity, gasping and blurting “You’re pretty” and “fuck “ and “I mean” and then again “fuck” with Magnus staking out at him, drunk and angsty and breath totally stolen by his tall, handsome husband.
“”Dont go” Magnus would say finally, drunk and suddenly VERY serious “I don’t know the way home alone” he says it so earnestly, with such a serious sober face, eyebrows furrowed and eyes focused. But he’s slammed, he’s so drunk his brain is swirling in happy, happy, happy bubbles. He was totally destroyed by the warlock drinks......
And Magnus, knowing full well they’re drunk, goes “Oh” so soft it’s barely audible. Because //Oh//. And he tries to laugh it off like “Honey, I doubt I know the way myself either” and Alec, the complete, and absolute sap and romantic would grin soppily “then we’ll be lost together”
and thats it if magnus was destroyed before, he is in ruins now.
#sorry not sorry#cuubism#this is for you#i know this is indulgence but they are drunk and I JUST WANNA#buns.hc#buns.all
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